Charred for Life 2: Scrambled Flammie
By shadowlugia249
Commissioned for Skarth and Charem
  
  Skarth was having that dream again. He found himself sitting in his house, enjoying his favorite pastime, which was taking as many of his egg-shaped toys and stuffing them right into his tailhole until he either passed out from pleasure again or his ravaged anus just couldn't handle it anymore. Normally, this wasn't such a bad thing since this was his main method of pleasure and entertainment. Skarth was a special type of Flammie that had been bred from a non-transformed human and a True Flammie into a kind of cross-breed with a fully-functional set of male genitals as well as his pride and joy, an incredibly flexible and quite sturdy tailhole that he absolutely adored stuffing as many things into and making him swell to incredible sizes. Skarth had found that eggs worked the best both because of the irony that normal Flammies couldn't lay eggs the normal way and the fact eggs went in smoother than anything else he tried. His anus was also quite handy at storing non-egg-shaped things for when he needed to transport things. This was also an odd quirk because most Flammies used their otherwise unused stomachs to store things, but because of his unusual lineage, Skarth's systems were all backwards where his "egg chamber/second stomach" was piped through his anus instead of through his mouth.
  Normally, this dream wasn't that big of a deal and Skarth enjoyed it to the point that he would find himself swimming in a puddle of his own cum when he woke up in his bed. But every now and then, his dream would take an odd turn to feature something he found quite disturbing. And tonight was one such occasion. While he was in the middle of reaching for another egg, Skarth suddenly felt a sinking feeling in his stomach and the next thing he knew, he found himself looking up at a supersized version of himself while he was being grabbed and directed towards his own tailhole. For some reason, the position he was in seemed to freak him out because he had never actually been too big on anal vore. As much fun as it was to stuff toys into himself, Skarth got freaked out whenever someone tried to stuff him into their asses. Add that to the fact that he was far too big to stuff into someone else's ass and Skarth was naturally jumpy when it came to "reversing" the process.
  This was Skarth's version of a nightmare and he often woke up to find himself drenched in sweat instead of cum, the latter of which was far more enjoyable, and today was no exception. The Flammie sat bolt-upright in his bed and gasped for breath as he relived yet another twisted version of his greatest pleasure. The fact that he was being stuffed all the way into someone else's ass shook him up greatly and he just couldn't bring himself to wonder what would happen if that became a reality.
  Still, Skarth was pretty sure he wouldn't find anyone that would be that desperate for anal stimulation. There might have been a fair number of furries out there with odd fetishes, but the Flammie was pretty sure he was the only one who took this kind of anal abuse to such an extreme level. He highly doubted there was anyone who would even consider stuffing anything larger than themselves into their anuses despite how much more flexible furries were internally than humans were. He figured that was the reason furries were the center of all kind of exotic fantasies like vore, impregnation and transformation. There was just something about the furry population that greatly exceeded anything humans might be capable of, which was probably why the Internet had been filled with all sorts of fictitious writers before furries had become a fantasy come true.
  Skarth sighed and looked over at his clock. It was still early for him to get up, but it was too close to his normal waking time for him to get back to sleep for any length of time, so he decided to get up and be done with it. He never liked to go back to sleep when he had that dream, but more often than not, he had it in the middle of the night and was forced to go back to sleep anyways. Besides, with the extra time, he could try out a new type of egg device he had been looking forward to testing for some time.
  After wiping the sleep from his eyes, Skarth went about getting himself ready for the day, brushing his fangs and taking a long and thorough shower. Since he didn't rely on moonlight to keep himself fed and groomed like most Flammies, Skarth got dirty and ate like any regular human being, which naturally gave him plaque and caused his fur to stink after any great lengths of time. So naturally he kept a generous supply of shampoo and toothpaste on hand whenever he needed it. And since the shower in the bathroom in his room was too small for the seven-foot Flammie, he had to head to the one in the main hallway to get clean. He found it odd that despite everything he ate, Skarth never had to relieve himself like most creatures, which was probably due to his Flammie lineage where it turned everything he "ate" into pure energy, which he was always glad to have when he was in the middle of a particularly rigorous egg-stuffing session. He never seemed to be short of bodily fluids when he came time and time again, which only added to his unusual anatomy. Either way, Skarth was "unique", even by Flammie standards, but more often than not, those unique qualities were what got him constantly slapped by any other Flammies he tried to impress. He had been called a disgrace and a freak unto Flammiekind so many times by the opposite gender that it had really stopped bothering him, but that didn't seem to stop him from trying anyway.
  While he was in the shower, Skarth was twittering up a storm with his natural voice. His voice might have been a bit rougher by Flammie standards, but at least it wasn't bad enough that people fled whenever he broke into song. He liked to sing in the shower since it passed the time while he worked an entire bottle of shampoo into his fur and another one into his four feathery wings. Being covered in fur and feathers meant he needed to be quite meticulous about his grooming, especially since he was unable to absorb moonlight like the rest of his kind. He had soiled and washed his fur with so many different substances that he didn't even know what his "natural" scent was anymore. Every Flammie had one, but Skarth had long forgotten his, which was also an instant turn-off to any other Flammie that he tried to hit on.
  While he was in the shower, his twittering voice and running water drowned out the phone as it rang unusually early in the morning. Skarth completely missed the answering machine going off as a young male voice spoke to the machine regarding something that Skarth had put in the paper recently and how he would be stopping by later in the day to visit. Skarth wouldn't have known the voice even if he had heard it, which was kind of a given because of the ad the Flammie had run a few weeks earlier.
  Long after the machine had stopped playing, Skarth finally stepped out of the shower and expended three different towels drying his fur and feathers off. He did laundry quite often because of this, which was odd since he rarely, if ever wore any clothes. Usually the only times he used the laundry were when he needed to wash his extensive egg collection or a collection of towels he had either used to dry himself off after showers or dry up after his "playtimes". On most given days, Skarth was usually washing something since he washed the eggs he used twice a week and his other laundry three more times, but he didn't mind, even though he wished he didn't have to "groom" himself as much as he did and just rely on the moonlight for his daily feeding and grooming. But that was the way he had been born and there was nothing else he could do. Fortunately, today was Saturday, which meant he didn't have to do laundry until Monday, so he could just sit back and relax for today. Besides, he was itching to try those new eggs that had come in the mail yesterday.
  After grabbing a few things to eat, Skarth finally went back to his room and grabbed the large briefcase that held the still-mint new eggs he had ordered from the magical black market. It was unusually difficult to find anything resembling toy eggs in the normal markets, and any eggs that most species had that he might want to stuff into himself were guarded with extreme security because of the lives contained within them. On a bad day, Skarth often had to resort to ordering chicken and ostrich eggs, which normally went in without any trouble, but if he overstuffed himself, his ass would be full of busted shells and runny yolks and he would have to spend the rest of the day trying to clean his rectum out. And since he didn't have any kind of "colon" to speak of and his "egg chamber" was positioned differently than normal Flammies, it was nothing short of bloody agony every time one of his sessions crumbled beneath him.
  Fortunately, Skarth had found a few select clients on the furry black market that seemed to share some of the more "extreme" fetishes he did. And he had recently set up an account with someone named "Charem", who had always come through for him whenever he requested something new. Skarth had never met this Charem mainly because the he probably would have gotten arrested for his shady dealings, but more often than not, Charem always came through for him in a pinch.
  And it just so happened that Charem had managed to create a special new kind of egg for Skarth to play with, which he revealed as he opened the case in the living room where there was more than enough room for the large Flammie. Charem had called them "Egg-oos" mainly because they were made with a highly monitored gelatinous substance that most magical companies charged a pretty penny for. The substance they were made of was known as "Liquitanium", which was a super-dense yet incredibly lightweight slime-like material that could either be liquid or solid depending on how it was used. And the substance was so incredibly durable that even the raw liquid was said to be ten times denser than diamonds. Liquitanium was incredibly difficult to manufacture correctly, which often resulted in official batches of it being stolen. However, since the liquid was also considered a "Synthetic" substance, one had to be especially careful when handling it because if it was infused with a living soul, any thieves that might get it would probably get eaten alive and absorbed into its infinite depths. Liquitanium was not a substance to be messed around with and was considered the magical equivalent of gold, which Skarth had nearly paid a ransom's worth in order to obtain. Fortunately, Charem had given him a rather generous discount because the two had been friends and Skarth now found himself looking at a highly illegal set of perfectly-sculpted metallic-silver eggs lined up in the briefcase.
  There were actually two layers to the briefcase, which were separated by thick layers of foam. There was a smaller variety of eggs ranging from a chicken's egg to an ostrich's egg in size, but on the second layer, there were three larger eggs that ranged from a foot long to almost the size of a basketball at the very largest. Skarth was already grinning wickedly at the thought of stuffing that into him. He was further encouraged by the fact that Liquitanium could be both solid and liquid at the same time, which would make it much easier to stuff into him once he got to that level. Normally he had to deal with hard, unrelenting ivory when it came to eggs that size, but if Charem was right about this, Skarth would finally be able to "cheat" and finally stuff that massive thing into himself without passing out this time.
  Skarth very carefully took the eggs out of their packing foam, noticing how hard and smooth they felt to the touch. However, as he held one in his paw and started to fondle it, the egg seemed to start softening up and was soon almost like putty in his paw without completely warping out of its original shape. It seemed Liquitanium responded to heat and pressure to convert from a solid to a liquid, which was good to know since Skarth didn't know much else about it anyway.
  After unpacking the eggs, Skarth reached up onto the end table next to his couch and slid a large metal ring off of a slide, which had a number of firm, metallic nubs on the inside. He then pawed at two of the rugged armor plates on his underside until he managed to coax his very own male cock out of its sheath. Unlike most dragons, Skarth wasn't anything special. His length was mostly smooth and streamlined, almost like a long tentacle, except his ended with a triangular-shaped "head" that worked a lot like a "knot" to keep him locked inside anything he might put it into until his arousal died down. But to be honest, since he was unable to get to first base with anyone, Skarth was still considered a virgin even though he had stuffed it into his fair share of artificial openings during his life.
  But right now, sex was not something he had planned. The only reason he had coaxed his cock out of its hiding place was because he had to apply the metal ring as he very carefully slid it down his length until the metal studs and the ring's edges prevented him from pushing it any further down. He had secured it near the base of his shaft because of yet another unusual fetish he had. For his own bizarre reasons, Skarth absolutely loved it when he would orgasm but would be unable to ejaculate. This "cum denial" concept wasn't as widely known as actual "orgasm denial", and the Flammie had only heard of one other furry besides himself that liked to torture himself like that. But the only thing Skarth loved more than stuffing his ass full to bursting with eggs was keeping a cap on his own ejaculation until he was ready to explode before he would slide these special rings off of himself and practically spew gallons of hot Flammie cum all over the place. The feeling of removing the ring and blowing his load always felt like he was pulling a thorn out of his urethra and giving him that "painful release" like when someone would have a hangnail and pull the offending part out of their flesh. The raw, numb feeling of having something like that pulled out of him was absolute bliss to the Flammie and he loved to do it to himself whenever he would sit down and enjoy his eggs. All the anal stimulation was enough to make him horny, but it was the feeling of denying his release as much as possible and then having that wonderful feeling of pulling an imaginary thorn out of himself that Skarth loved almost as much as the eggs themselves.
  Once his cock was properly "plugged", Skarth adjusted himself on the floor and reached for the first Liquitanium egg. It was about the size of a chicken's egg, but according to the instructions he had gotten with his kit, the goo the egg was made of would melt and expand when it came to rest in a warm environment, namely Skarth's egg chamber. He was curious to see how that would work as he spread his legs and very casually pressed the egg into his tailhole, the small orb easily slipping into his trained sphincter without any trouble whatsoever. He sucked in a sharp breath as he felt the egg traveling up his colon, suddenly feeling it liquefy and turn from solid to a thick ooze halfway through before it was emptied into his insides. It had a rather icy-hot feeling where it started out rather cold and made him clench out of reflex, but then it warmed up substantially moments later and finally came to rest inside his egg chamber as a thick mass of heavy-duty gel.
  As Skarth felt the egg settle inside him, he suddenly moaned as the warmth of his chamber influenced the egg like yeast to starch and he could feel himself inflate ever so slightly as the chicken-sized egg nearly tripled in size to about the size of an ostrich egg. He could finally feel it solidify again, producing a faint but distinctly hard lump inside him. But with a material as unstable and as unpredictable as Liquitanium inside him, Skarth remained on the defensive in case this grew out of hand.
  With the first egg safely locked and settled inside him, Skarth went for another chicken-sized egg, which was part of a trio and repeated the same process of sliding it in and then feeling it liquefy, expand and resolidify next to its partner inside of him. The Flammie was truly amazed at the functionality of the goo eggs. The stress on his anus was incredibly less than what he normally inflicted upon himself, especially since the eggs seemed to act as their own lubricant as had pressed them inside of him. He had a feeling he might actually be able to take that basketball-sized one without much trouble, not to mention wonder just how big it would get once it was inside him.
  Once the second and third eggs were inside of him, Skarth could feel three large hard lumps under his thick hide and was purring lightly and happily. He hadn't yet worked himself into an orgasm, but he was definitely hard with that cock ring on him. He knew he would have to step up his game if he wanted to "prolong his suffering" at a faster rate. Besides, what he had just done was Flamelet's play. It was time to take it to the next level. He reached for the next-sized eggs, which were familiar to him as being ostrich-sized. These ones also came in a trio, which he would be able to repeat the feeling twice once he had gotten the first one settled inside of him.
  Like he had expected, the increase in egg size was distinctly felt by the Flammie. However, it wasn't anything he wasn't used to. As soon as it touched his warm anus, the egg started to ooze the same thick, slick gel that the other ones had, which greatly loosened him up and allowed him to stuff it into himself without much trouble. The much larger lump could be felt much more obviously as Skarth felt it sliding up his passage before it liquefied from his body's natural warmth and merely slipped into his egg chamber to join the other three. After a few moments, however, Skarth noticed that the lumps that the other three eggs had formed had suddenly liquefied again and for a few moments, there was little more than a liquid mass inside of him. After a few moments, however, Skarth felt everything solidify again into what felt like the largest egg he had ever ingested. With the expanding Liquitanium, Skarth suddenly felt like he had a small boulder inside of him. But instead of it being completely smooth and solid, the lump felt rather bumpy as if the obstruction had taken on a rugged texture which made if feel like there was a large number of eggs inside him that had solidified into a central mass. And as he felled the rugged texture through his body, Skarth shuddered and moaned a little as the odd hard sensation caused him to orgasm slightly. He could feel the cum inside him moving and collecting in his balls as the cock ring did its job and kept him from blowing his load. His internal balls were now starting to poke out from between his plates as they started to swell with cum that could not be released. Skarth had been in this situation before, but it was well below what he felt he could push himself to.
  So even with the large lumpy mass inside him, Skarth rolled over and grabbed another ostrich-sized egg. As he rolled over with the rugged mass inside of him, the conflicting sensations caused him to block more cum from bursting forth and he was starting to feel a familiar "painful" sensation in his balls before he managed to get on his back again. And just like the ones before them, the fifth and sixth eggs passed into him and further caused Skarth's body to swell in girth. With the expanding liquid inside of him, the Flammie felt like he was going to pop prematurely, but somehow, the gel seemed to be acting as a kind of lubricant that allowed him to stretch and swell to otherwise unheard of sizes.
  Skarth had already put in the two sets of "normal" eggs that were on the top layer of foam from the briefcase. Now all he had to do was put the three remaining ones that increased in size with each one that had been set on the bottom. By now, Skarth was barely able to breathe, much less reach his tailhole with his paws, but somehow, he managed to get the seventh egg, which was about the size of a football, into himself, causing his massive girth to reach almost halfway up to the ceiling. It was a good thing that Liquitanium was also incredibly light despite its hardness and density or else the Flammie might have squished some rather vital organs by now. He had come this far and he was determined to go as far as he could in order to break his own record.
  The eighth egg was a bit more difficult since Skarth could no longer see around his massive gut and it was a trying experience to reach around himself to stuff the next egg into his increasingly raw tailhole. But as he reached the egg that was nearly the size of a basketball, it was only the fact that it was self-lubricating and liquefied as soon as it was inside him that he was able to stuff it inside him. At this point, as the egg joined forces with the ones already inside his gut, Skarth suddenly grunted as he suddenly felt something rattling and rolling around inside of him, which made him wonder if the large lumpy mass had suddenly separated again into what felt like hundreds, if not thousands of chicken-sized eggs. This was a rather strange transition, but from what Skarth had been told about Liquitanium, it was a highly unstable magical substance that could do virtually anything completely out of the blue. He was quite sure if he felt like it, he could "birth" all the eggs inside of him all at once like some kind of living cannon. Speaking of shooting, Skarth's cock and balls had swollen to an insane size while the metal cock ring was still "pinching" on him and somehow keeping him from blowing his load. It was truly a grotesque sight to see Skarth in such a predicament, but as he reached for the final egg, which had to be the size of an inflated beach ball, he suddenly realized he was in more trouble than he realized.
  Skarth's gut had swollen well past the point that he could reach around it anymore. His tailhole was completely blocked from his paws by his nearly 8-foot-high gut, and Skarth was so weighed down by all the eggs shifting inside him that he could barely move without causing himself more painful pleasure. As for his cock, the massively bloated sausage had also gotten out of his reach further up his belly. The Flammie realized he had overdone it and he had been put in a completely helpless position. Not only was he unable to move, but he was unable to reach the cock ring that was causing him so much painful pleasure that he was starting to see stars. He couldn't even reach the telephone he kept on his end table in the direst of circumstances. This wasn't a good place to be in and he felt like he was going to be stuck here in a permanent state of cum denial until the pain eventually wore him out and he ended up starving to death from being unable to reach any food. Personally, Skarth would have preferred starving to death rather than being locked in such a horrible state of cum denial. He might have enjoyed prolonging his suffering, but this was just torture, plain and simple. The "thorn" in his cock was burning hotter and deeper the longer he laid here and he was starting to see stars in his line of sight from how much agony he was in.
  Skarth might actually have been doomed to suffer a permanent cum denial and waste away to nothing had someone not been looking into his window and watching him for the past several minutes. This alleged pervert couldn't have timed his arrival any better. This creature was Skarth's only chance at release. In fact, this figure was the exact same person that had called while the Flammie was busy singing in the shower and whose message remained unread. And if it wasn't for the fact that Skarth always left his door unlocked (Who was going to steal from such an oddly-minded creature like Skarth anyway?), this figure might never have gotten inside and come to the Flammie's rescue.
  Skarth was starting to cry both from the pain he was in and the sorrow he was feeling at letting himself get to such a sorry state. He prayed to whatever God existed that someone would come and help him. He might not have been the most preferable Flammie to be around due to his obvious quirks, but he wasn't a bad person. He just liked to do some odd things because of how he had been put together. And in the event his prayers were answered, Skarth would promise to try to be a little more sociable when it came to making friends.
  Whether it was because of his prayers or because of just a coincidence, Skarth was suddenly aware that someone was knocking on his door. He couldn't get any words out with his girth pressing up against his face and voice box, so all he managed to get out was a kind of strangled wail, which seemed to be enough for the person at the door to open it and step inside. He couldn't see who it was or even why they were here at all, but after a few moments, he felt something warm and hard on his tailhole area that seemed to be wiping some of the lubricating gel off of him and examining it. He had no idea why this person wasn't freaking out at the sight before them, but when the voice spoke, he had a vague feeling that he had heard it before.
  "I thought I was quite specific not to put more than five Liquitanium eggs inside of you at once. But judging from the state you seem to be in, I guess you put them all in! I thought I made myself clear when you ordered them that Liquitanium was a highly unstable substance, but you just had to push the envelope."
  Skarth wasn't able to think clearly enough to place a name with the oddly young yet mature growl of a voice. If he could just see who it was, he might be able to remember, but right now, he was in such agony that all he could do was squeak out two words through his rugged "fat".
  "...help... me..."
  The young creature chuckled and patted Skarth's bottom lightly. "It's a good thing I've dealt with this before or you might be out of luck. Hold on. I'm going to try to get that ring off of your cock."
  Skarth continued to whine as he felt something with very hard claws on its front and back limbs start climbing up his massive girth. His body was incredibly warm to the touch, and every now and then, he felt something that seemed like actual fire brush up against him. The creature continued to climb up his girth until he had managed to grab a hold of the cock ring lodged on him. It was a good thing that the metal was incredibly flexible at all, because had it been completely solid when he put it on, it would have acted like a tourniquet and he might have either lost his cock or died from blood loss long before now. Skarth didn't know it, but the cock rings he had also custom-ordered were also made of a much more "processed" Liquitanium metal. But the reason he had gotten so many so cheap was because there was a kind of "alloy" that allowed it to remain in solid form except for when it was under levels of extreme stress and/or heat. This meant the Liquitanium was less "pure", which, like all other precious metals, diminished in value the more impure it was.
  However, the figure that was currently clambering all over Skarth seemed to know exactly what he was dealing with. The Flammie remained in agony for a little while longer until he suddenly felt a rather hot feeling lapping at his cock as if someone had turned up the heat. It wasn't enough to scald his tender flesh, but it did loosen up the ring enough that the creature was able to slide up the massive sausage before pulling it past Skarth's triangular cock head and finally off of him completely. And before the figure could get off of him, Skarth let out a shrill scream as he came in the most explosive orgasm he had ever faced. The creature got a faceful of hot Flammie cum before he started to slide down off of him, standing right in the middle of a literal cum shower. The liquid fired straight up and splattered off the ceiling before raining down on everything in the immediate vicinity, raining down literally gallons upon gallons of hot cum in the most explosive ejaculation Skarth had ever known.
  Not only that, but after having such a painful "thorn" removed from his Flammiehood, his anus had also relaxed and he began to literally erupt with a spray of small, hard, ivory-colored eggs from his ass as his anus relaxed. The thousands of eggs came out with such explosive force that Skarth's savior was almost bombarded by all the projectiles firing off and ricocheting in all directions. Skarth ended up breaking and/or damaging quite a number of his personal possessions with the bombardment, which the creature only managed to avoid by dashing to the opposite end of the house where Skarth's anus was pointed and catching his breath while he was constantly flooded with the cum shower that the Flammie was giving off.
  The cum and eggs continued to fly for a solid five minutes before Skarth's stomach and cock had finally shrunk down to their original sizes. However, because of how "greased up" the Liquitanium had made him, Skarth's stomach resembled a large amount of stretched and distended fat that sagged off to one side as he tried to catch his breath. It would soon return to normal as the liquid wore off, but he would have a fair amount of "puppy fat" until all the stretch marks in his underside snapped back to normal.
  As for the creature that had triggered this tsunami of eggs and semen, he had escaped relatively in one piece, although he smelled quite ripe of Flammie sex and his skin was covered in a thick film of white fluid. Fortunately, he had managed to keep his tail from getting soaked, which might have been detrimental to his health if he had gotten the tip wet. Once he was sure the coast was clear, he cautiously approached Skarth, who had finally managed to push himself into a sitting position for the first time in nearly an hour. His fur and wings were absolutely drenched with semen and he practically looked like a drowned winged rat, but it wasn't anything he hadn't done before. But with nearly an inch of expelled semen covering everything as well as countless eggs strewn all over the place, it would take him quite a while to make his home as clean as it had been before this madness. But on the bright side, at least he had created all sorts of small Liquitanium eggs that he could enjoy as he saw fit once he managed to gather enough of them.
  Finally, Skarth turned around and was ready to thank his savior properly when he suddenly realized he knew who this was. Despite wearing a coat of white cum over most of his body, Skarth recognized the short but fierce form of none other than Charem the Charmeleon. He had once seen a picture of Charem on the Black Market, but he had never actually met his supplier of rare and sometimes illegal sex toys. But there was no mistaking him. From the single horn at the top of his head to the burnt-orange skin to his three wicked claws on each paw to even the trademark live flame at the end of his lizard-like tail, this figure matched Charem in every possible way.
  Despite living in America all his life, Skarth had never actually seen a "Charmeleon" before. However, he had heard that there was a small colony of "fire lizards" living overseas in the hotter and less developed regions of the world. This suggested that Charem was a foreigner to this country but was still a furry nonetheless. And the fact he didn't wear any clothes and possessed a full package that was presenting a very erect and jet-black cock at the moment told Skarth that Charem was just as much of an "oddity" as he was.
  But Skarth still had no idea why Charem was in his house. Since the two had never actually met, the Flammie highly doubted the Charmeleon knew where he lived. However, he seemed to have tracked him down, which made Skarth naturally suspicious. Still, despite his sudden appearance, Skarth was polite and tried to make friends with Charem until he could figure things out.
  "Mr. Charem!" he said a little more excitedly than he had wanted. "What brings you all the way out here?"
  Charem chuckled and started to wipe some of the cooling slime off of his hot, slick scales. "I thought you got my message. I called you earlier and said I was on my way in to answer your ad. I heard you were looking for a roommate who specialized in the "carnal arts" and didn't mind engaging in hot, furry sex." He chuckled lightly at this. "I'm actually surprised they let that "trash" into a local paper, but I guess when you live in a city dominated by furries, I guess the rules are a little looser here."
  Skarth could have slapped himself. Of course! He had all but forgotten about that ad! A few weeks back, Skarth had been feeling rather lonely and had put out an ad in the paper requesting a roommate since the house was certainly large enough for more than two people. However, since he had been incredibly specific on what any potential roommates would have to expect from him, he had gotten virtually zero replies from anyone in the city. The fact that the words "Flammie" and "sex" had been used in the same sentence, among other things, had been an immediate turnoff for virtually anyone who read the paper. But from what he knew of Charem, his primary supplier wasn't from this region, which made him wonder just how far one of the papers had made it before Charem had picked up on it.
  "How did you see my ad? Last I heard, you were from out of state."
  Charem smiled and patted Skarth's slimy shoulder. "The Internet is a wonderful thing, my friend. I get newsletters from this city all the time and it just so happens that I saw your ad after doing quite a bit of digging."
  Skarth frowned with a sigh. The Internet, of course! The information superhighway was considered a given in most parts of the world in this day and age. However, since Skarth didn't have a computer, it only made sense that he wouldn't have the Internet. He knew about the Internet, but he just didn't have it because he always had "better" things to do.
  Still he was confirmed about the timing of it all. "When did you call me? I've been busy for most of the day."
  Charem blinked. "I called about two hours ago and said I was on my way to come apply for the room. Don't tell me you don't have a phone because I get calls from you all the time about your special orders."
  Skarth ran back the past two hours in his head, which he concluded must have been while he was in the shower. He had been quite vocal while he was washing, so he figured he must not have heard the phone ring. And since he hadn't bothered to check his answering machine since Charem was pretty much the only one to call him, there had been no other reason for him to suspect the Charmeleon had been on his way here.
  "I guess I missed it. I'm quite loud when I shower, so I must not have heard it."
  Charem, however, didn't seem to mind. "It's okay. I'm just glad the room's still open and that you're willing to share it... right?"
  As much as Skarth wanted to share his house with his phone friend, he knew that that wasn't how most business transactions worked. "That depends. Can you help me pay the $500 a month it costs me to live here?" He tried not to sound too serious since he didn't want to scare off what might have been his only friend in existence.
  Charem, however, merely scoffed with a smile. "You clearly don't know who you're talking to, my dear Flammie. I'm one of the most successful business-furries in the entire Black Market. Rent is no problem for someone like me." And when Skarth continued to frown, he snickered and waded through the sloppy, lumpy mess towards a large briefcase almost completely buried under the various materials that was distinctly larger than the one Skarth's eggs had come in. The Flammie was amazed the four-foot creature could even carry it since it was easily half his size height-wise. But as Charem worked the combination lock on the suitcase and finally opened it, he stepped aside, looking quite smug. "Come over and see for yourself."
  Skarth started to get to his feet, but the large amount of stretched flesh that was sagging from his stomach almost dragged him back down. But after grabbing large pawfuls of it to hold it up to his mouth like a shirt that was too big for him, he managed to slosh through the mess and look into the briefcase. He had expected to see a fair amount of cash because of how successful Charem was, but what he saw instead almost blew his mind. The briefcase looked like it was much deeper than it looked, and when he peered into its depths, he found himself looking at a massive hoard of gold coins and precious jewels that looked like it was tucked into his basement. But since Skarth knew he had no such valuables, there was only one reason there was that much space in such a "small" briefcase.
  "An X-249 Briefcase, huh?" he said in obvious astonishment. "I've heard of those. You can hide a small city in how much space and how many compartments are in those things. I also know they're not cheap, even by furry standards."
  Charem laughed with pride as he closed the briefcase and then stood it on its end to show there was no corresponding hole in Skarth's floor. "Like I said, when you're as successful as I am, you can afford to spoil yourself. And since most furries pay with treasures rather than cash, I can always squander away my earnings while the price of gold continues to climb."
  Skarth felt rather cheap since he had always paid Charem in paper money, checks and credit cards, but since there was no evidence of any such currency in that treasure trove, he figured Charem would take any regular money he was paid with and traded it in for more gold and valuables. Still, the fact he had been in business with the Charmeleon for as long as he had was enough to tell him that Charem considered him a valuable customer.
  "Well, then I don't think money is going to be too much of an issue," Skarth finally admitted. "But money isn't everything, you know. How do I know you can handle my somewhat... selective tastes?"
  This was a pointless question and they both knew it. The fact that Charem had arrived while Skarth had been ready to literally explode with an orgasm as well as completely "diffusing" the situation without even second-guessing himself told Skarth that Charem dealt with business like this all the time. Also the fact he was a major supplier of sex toys via the Black Market was enough for Skarth to realize the Charmeleon knew full well what he was getting himself into.
  So without Charem having to say anything, Skarth shrugged and said, "Point taken. I withdraw my question." When Charem nodded with confidence, Skarth then asked him a somewhat more "relaxed" question. "So... what do you like to do in your free time? I'm sure you know by now what I like to do."
  Charem nodded. "I'm pretty sure I have an idea. And I wanted to let you know that my tastes are somewhat... similar. I like to push things into my anus and stretch myself out to incredible levels as well. But unlike you, my body's internal furnace tends to "digest" whatever I put in there."
  If Skarth knew just what Charem was getting at, he might have had second thoughts about letting him stay with him. But right now, the Flammie only assumed they were on the same page. "So you like stuffing your tailhole full to bursting, too? How's that for a coincidence. What's your toy of choice?"
  As Skarth finally stood up and shook himself out, Charem shrugged as he spoke. "Whatever I can find, actually. I usually have my partners stuff me after I lure them back to my home. I can be quite... persuasive when I have to be, but more often than not, I like to stuff other people as well. I'm quite the anal freak once you think about it."
  Skarth couldn't help but chirp curiously. "You trick people into having anal sex with you? Gee... I wish I were that successful, but the fact I'm a Flammie with a cock seems to turn off most people I try to strike up a conversation with. Not even that shady fetish club on the other side of town will let me in because they don't like "my kind"."
  Charem seemed rather interested in this. "I've actually heard of that place. They call it the "X-Zone", right?" Skarth nodded. "You know, I think I have a few things in my collection that might allow us to get in there... that is... if you don't mind behaving like a "partner"..."
  Skarth was immediately interested. "I don't have any troubles at all. If people would just get to know my fetishes a little, they'd learn that I'm quite good at being a submissive rather than a dominator. Why? What did you have in mind?"
  Charem smiled and began to fidget with his briefcase again, this time setting a different combination in the dials, all the while speaking his thoughts. "I hear most people who submit themselves allow themselves to be bound and gagged in some way. I find latex works the best, especially when I can bring a giant like yourself down to his knees. You wouldn't mind being in that position, would you?"
  Skarth shrugged. "I guess not. I'm okay with latex, but it's not something I make a habit of. Besides, most latex sticks to my fur and I have a rather hard time getting it out."
  Finally, Charem opened his briefcase and revealed what appeared to be a number of small, softball-sized boxes with unmarked contents. "Well, then consider yourself lucky that I've dabbled in latex for quite a while. I've developed some pretty ingenious blends that are both easy to apply and safe on fur and feathers. I had to go through quite a few people to make it so the latex completely controls whoever it's applied to, and I'm usually pretty good at taking care of anyone I happen to "enslave". Here's one right now."
  He pulled out a box that looked exactly like all the others and very carefully opened the lid. What Skarth saw was rather unusual even for him. It looked a lot like a "Pokéball" from the Pokémon series, but instead of the red and white coloring, this one was a combination of blue and orange. It looked rather harmless, but as soon as Skarth reached out towards it, Charem immediately pulled it away so he couldn't touch it.
  "Careful, Skarth. This stuff is extremely volatile and unstable. If someone with a weak constitution touches it, they instantly become a slave to its powers and they can find themselves drained of all willpower before they knew what hit them. Luckily, they don't affect me and I'm able to control them, but I wasn't always so lucky. When I first started using these, I often found myself caught up in these and completely helpless while complete strangers would come and have their way with me. Luckily, not everyone where I come from is such a pervert and I'm usually able to get out of it. I just want to let you know that if you let this grab onto you, there's virtually nothing you can do to get out of it until someone comes and releases you."
  Skarth pulled his paw back as if he had burned it, gulping hard. "Are you sure we should be messing with things like that? Like you said, I'm not exactly the "dominant" type."
  Charem set the box aside and lightly patted the Flammie's flank (he was far too short to reach his shoulder.). "I've had experience with things like this and I know where all the flaws are. And since we're friends, I'll only let it control you if that's what you really want. I'd rather wait until night, though, so we can "fit in" a little better if you want to go to the X-Zone club tonight."
  Skarth, however, found he was more interested than ever now that Charem was withholding it from him. "Aw, come on, I can take it! As long as you don't try to sell me off to the highest bidder, I promise I'll listen to you. Can I just try it now? I don't think I can wait until the club opens."
  Charem looked uneasily from the box to the Flammie, who looked like he had ants crawling up his butt with excitement. "I don't think you're going to have much of a choice with what I do if I let you wear this. You might not ever be able to take it off if I don't want you to. Are you absolutely sure you're ready to become a slave? I might change my mind and pawn you off, you know."
  Skarth, however, was far too curious to care what happened. "Please? I just wanna try it. You can part with just one of them, right?"
  Charem still looked uneasy about letting his new friend try something not even he fully understood. However, he wasn't about to tell Skarth that just in case he had second thoughts. Besides, he had always wanted a "willing" slave and didn't seem the harm in making sure this model had all the bugs worked out.
  "Okay, Skarth, but remember, I gave you a fair warning."
  Skarth gave a trademark Flammie grin as Charem brought the box back around and opened the lid to reveal the orange-and-blue sphere, which the Flammie casually reached out to grab a hold of. However, before he could get a grip on it, one of his talons brushed up against it and the ball suddenly sprang to life as it flung itself out of the box and globbed itself onto Skarth's chest, instantly liquefying and sticking to the Flammie like a bad spitball. Skarth blinked a little as he reeled from the impact, but as he reached to grab a hold of the ball again, the thing's powers seemed to really take off.
  Before he knew what had hit him, Skarth's chest and torso were being snared by numerous rubbery orange and blue tentacles as the ball seemed to spread like wildfire. Before he knew what had hit him, his entire torso had been consumed and his arms, legs and wings were being forcibly dragged down by the impossibly strong latex threads. Skarth whimpered and tried to say something, but before he could get anything out, he gasped as he found himself looking at what looked like a latex recreation of the inside of his face with a large, thick, cock-like gag where the mouth was, which was promptly shoved into his mouth as the mask adhered to his face and just would not come off. Also, all of his wings were quickly swallowed up and forcibly furled against his sides so he couldn't use them to escape. Skarth also moaned into the rubber gag as a number of tentacles suddenly swarmed the space between his lower armor plates as if they knew exactly where his cock had been hiding. That was quickly swallowed up as the latex finished taking over his legs and tail, a thick tendril making its presence known as it plunged hard and deep into his tailhole before swelling out and adhering to his insides. All of the excess skin had still had was also immediately trimmed and pulled back against his body as Skarth could feel the latex in his mouth, ears, cock and ass starting to spread out throughout his body and literally weld itself to his central nervous system.
  As his body was fully engulfed, Skarth had a few fleeting moments where he tried to use his paws to pull the latex off of his face, but even his paws hadn't been spared as the clawed digits had been fused together into seamless orange mitts. Finally, as the latex reached his brain, Skarth could feel his motor controls being overridden and he found himself dropping down to his paws and knees, his head held down in a forcibly submissive way. At that point, the only free will the Flammie had left was what remained of his fighting spirit locked away in his mind. He was still "aware" of his surroundings, but every bit of his external nervous system had been wired directly to either his brain, his cock or his anus. No matter where he was touched on the outside, one of those three areas were going to be triggered in a way he wouldn't want. He had absolutely no fur or feather details left, either. Everything was now smooth, polished, bio-latex while his wings looked more like dragon's wings than Flammie ones.
  Even though the gag had already fused with the rest of his mouth, that didn't stop Skarth from moaning in discomfort as he struggled fruitlessly to move. However, the suit's grip was steel-hard and he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. He barely even recognized his new coloring, either. Most of his body was a rich, pearl-blue color except for his wings, his mane, his underside and a set of "socks" over all of his paws, all of which were a full tangerine-orange color. He could still breathe even when his mouth was sealed shut, but the only thing he could smell or taste was either a strong flavor of latex or the heavy, musky odor of his own heat. Skarth soon started to wonder if this was really such a good idea after all.
  "Are you okay, Skarth?" said Charem as the transformation was finished. "You still breathing?"
  Since it was a voluntary question, Skarth was allowed enough control to either nod or shake his head in response, which he did both because he didn't feel okay, but at least he was still breathing, more or less.
  Charem sighed and hopped up on the sofa as he looked over what he had done to Skarth. The Flammie had been completely humbled to the point that he wanted to cry for thinking this was a good idea. However, as Charem reached out and gently ran his claws over the Flammie's latex-covered head, Skarth was given a sense of relief that at least the Charmeleon wouldn't abuse him.
  "It's okay, buddy. Everyone who puts on these suits always feel some kind of sorrow or regret over what they get themselves into, but I promise I won't exploit you like some people I know. I'll even let you have most of your motor controls back if you promise not to take out your frustration on me, okay?"
  Again, Skarth was allowed to nod, feeling hopeful that at last Charem was going to give him his basic controls back. And as Charem lightly ran his claws over the trapped Flammie's sealed head, Skarth couldn't help but wag his tail in a rather odd Flammie way as he felt a sense of confidence returning to him.
  However, Charem's next words made him realize he wasn't in the clear just yet. "I'll let you have your body back and I'll help you take this suit off when I felt you've had enough, but I just can't pass up this opportunity for a little fun. I'm just going to put your through your paces a little while we still have time. You don't have to do it, but I'd suggest you do since the suit has ways of... disciplining you if you refuse."
  Skarth didn't like the sound of that last part. But he figured since Charem was just as naughty as he was, it only made sense that the two would engage in some lewd acts together. After all, that was one of the reasons he had put out an ad for a roommate in the first place. So with a bit of reluctance, he nodded again.
  Charem growled lightly but pleasantly. "There's a good slave. I think we'll start with something simple. I want you to get used to your suck reflex, okay? We'll start with something simple and work our way up to the big stuff. Just start with one of these and we'll go from there."
  He very gently took hold of Skarth's latex-covered head and lifted it up before lightly pushing one of his claws into the Flammie's mouth, which opened up under the suit's control as light pressure was applied to it. Skarth could taste the heavy flavor of his own semen on the ivory claw from the earlier mess he had made. It was easy to suckle lightly on the digit and relax a little as the suit loosened its iron grip on him a little. He sighed and slurped at the claw through the open hole over his muzzle. He had a feeling it was going to be rather pleasant working for Charem.
  After Skarth had sucked all the flavor off of Charem's claw, he was rewarded with a light pat on the head, which the suit translated into a wave of pleasant energy coursing through his body. Even his latex-coated cock was allowed to relax a little and slip a little bit out of its makeshift sheath in a casual way. Charem's next words were the final bit of reward he needed.
  "Good boy. Now we're going to try something you're probably not used to. You seem to have made quite a mess with all these eggs laying around. I'm going to collect a few of them and then feed them to you and you're going to swallow them, okay?"
  Skarth gulped. One of his biggest fears of all time was swallowing something that was either too large or too hard and he ended up choking. And since one of the few ways to kill a Flammie involved suffocation, he always had to take extreme care not to eat too fast while he lived on his own. Normal Flammies didn't have to worry about ingesting things they couldn't handle and only those who were highly experienced in the edible arts would ever attempt live vore. However, since Skarth had nearly choked on common food and his eggs while trying to become a master in vore before, he was dead-scared that all these eggs could back up on him and he could die if Charem wasn't careful. This was one of the main reasons he preferred to shove things into his tailhole rather than his face hole.
  But as Charem went around the living room and gathered a number of the chicken-sized Liquitanium eggs and came back to sit on the couch, Skarth realized this was serious and he tried to fight the suit to keep from having to ingest those things. Even as Charem allowed him to lean backwards from being on his paws and knees to an upright kneeling position, Skarth could do almost nothing as Charem tried pushing one of the eggs up against the hole over his mouth. However, Skarth wouldn't do it as he clenched his mouth shut and flat-out refused to take the egg in his mouth, which seemed to concern Charem because of his actions.
  "Oh, Skarth, I really wouldn't try fighting the suit. It has ways of getting your mouth open if you won't listen to your handler. Believe me, it wasn't something I had the option of putting in, so please forgive me if there's nothing I can do."
  Skarth was trying to figure out what he meant when he suddenly felt the holes over his nostrils seal shut, preventing him from getting any kind of oxygen into his system. He tried to force the latex to open up, but his paws wouldn't move on their own and the seal was absolutely solid. He was starting to suffocate for real this time and he realized his life was actually in danger.
  "Your mouth, Skarth! You have to open your mouth! The suit won't let you breathe unless you open your mouth and accept my offering! Please, Skarth! Don't torture yourself like this!"
  As his head started to spin from a lack of oxygen, Skarth realized he had no choice. With the seal over his nose preventing him from breathing, all he could do was open his mouth to start sucking air in through the hole in the front. Once he had precious oxygen into his system, he was aware that Charem was patting him gently on his lap, speaking very calmly and warmly to him.
  "You have to obey the suit, Skarth, or else it might actually kill you. I know how you Flammies are about suffocating, but at least I'm giving you time to catch your breath. If I was anyone else in this situation, I'd probably be stuffing eggs into your mouth since you were forced to open it. You need to take it easy. I'm not going to take advantage of you, but you might not be so lucky when we go to the X-Zone. Consider this your "training", so to speak."
  Skarth realized he had a point. Charem was taking it very easy on him for his first time in a slave suit. He was quite sure that when they went to the fetish club tonight that such generosity might be considered a moment of weakness and then he would really be in for it.
  Skarth tried to speak, but the suit was deliberately straining his voice box so he could barely get anything out. "Nnn... nnnooo mmm...ooorreee."
  Charem sighed at this. "I'm sorry, Skarth, but you need to learn that sex isn't just a given in this world. I'm helping you adjust to life outside your home. You clearly need some training since you might have killed yourself if I hadn't shown up when you needed it. You need to learn that there's not always going to be someone there to bail you out, so you need to build up your endurance in preparation for the real thing."
  Skarth wanted to cry, but the suit was preventing him from doing that as well. All he could manage was a kind of strangled wail as he hung his head in submission while the suit kept him completely upright.
  Charem knew this was nothing short of torture for the Flammie and was seriously regretting his decision to put him in the suit, but he knew it would be a while before the suit would even let him release its grip on him. It ran on pure sexual energy, and the more that Skarth resisted, the more it would drain him until either it felt satisfied or he was dead.
  "Come on, Skarth. You need to keep your spirits up. I won't make you swallow these eggs if you're really that scared, but I need to do something or else you won't be in any condition to come out of it in one piece. Give me something to work with, please."
  For a few moments, Skarth felt enough of his free will return to move his body into a position where he felt most comfortable for Charem to help him out. He managed to bring himself down onto the floor again with his legs spread and his paws curled in front of him like a submissive puppy. The position Skarth was in immediately sparked Charem's interest, but he realized if he went too far too soon, he might cause Skarth to lose so much spirit that the suit would completely absorb him in order to keep itself active. And once it went to that level, there was absolutely no hope of ever getting it off. So he decided to start out slow and work his way up from there.
  "I understand what you want, Skarth, and I'll do whatever I have to to keep your spirits up. But given how big you are, I just don't have the physical stamina to satisfy both you and the suit. I'm going to need to bring out the big guns for this."
  With Skarth lying there in a state of despair, Charem did his best to move quickly as he went back to his briefcase and closed it again. This time, he put in a third combination and opened it again to reveal what looked like a medicine cabinet full of bottles filled with various pills and liquids. A pan of rubbing alcohol was in the center with a trio of sterilized syringes soaking in it. He grabbed one and then looked through the bottles until he found one with a liquid that couldn't immediately be identified through the brown glass. However, Charem knew what bottles contained what chemicals as he pushed the syringe into the rubber stopper and withdrew a fair amount of clear liquid. Once he put the bottle back, he turned back to Skarth and sighed, knowing full well what he was about to do.
  With his black lizardhood hanging limply out of its sheath, Charem grit his teeth as he carefully maneuvered the end of the needle into the end of his urethra and injected straight down the tube. The liquid burned as it was fed into him via reverse capillary action, but he knew that was normal. He set the syringe aside and held onto his cock and balls with both paws as the results began to take effect. His shaft was literally starting to inflate itself so that it went from just a few inches long to nearly 18 inches in length in under 30 seconds. A number of black veins were sticking out of the new hyperphallic appendage, but Charem wasn't quite done with himself. Bouncing his engorged limb in his paws, he managed to coax the remainder of the fluid into his balls, which also began to swell but at a much less alarming rate.
  When it was all done, Charem found his four-inch black Charmeleon cock had grown to almost two feet in length and he now had balls the size of ostrich eggs. It was any wonder that he was able to move with a cock half his height, but Charem knew he had given himself a less concentrated dose and that it would soon wear off. However, now that he had turned himself into a sizeable contender for the seven-foot Flammie, he waddled forward with his massively erect shaft and maneuvered the tip towards the wide-eyed Flammie's rubber-coated sphincter. Skarth started to complain, but the hole over his muzzle sealed shut while the seal over his nose opened up again, pretty much silencing him without much trouble. Skarth had never seen a cock as large as the one that was now pressing lightly against his tailhole, but he knew by now that Charem was doing this to help him conquer the needs of the suit. Still, that didn't stop his eyes from almost popping out of his head behind the mask as the massive erect appendage was shoved firmly into his ass, shortly followed by the rest of it as Charem slid deeper and deeper into him. Charem seemed to have done this before because as soon as he was mostly inside the Flammie, he grabbed a hold of Skarth's shoulders and began to pump his hips in and out of him. The Charmeleon was so vertically challenged when compared to the seven-foot Flammie that he had to fling his legs into the air before gravity would bring him back down and further drive his cock into the poor creature. Skarth wanted to complain, but the mask had sealed his mouth shut, preventing him from getting a word out. However, as Charem drove himself harder and harder into him, even Skarth couldn't hide the fact this was seriously turning him on. His own latex-covered cock had grown to full length and he was moaning in pleasure as he began to eject small, controlled amounts of cum out of him. Since he wasn't wearing a cock ring, there was nothing keeping him from cumming, but for once, Skarth didn't mind. With the massive tree-limb-like appendage inside of him, Skarth was soon moaning at a different level, wanting to have more of the Charmeleon inside of him as well as have him blow his load deep into his egg chamber.
  Charem was doing pretty well at keeping up the pace for his small size, and he knew he had the Flammie right where he wanted him. He was providing Skarth with enough sexual energy to both keep the suit satisfied and allow him to enjoy himself as well. It was a good thing the Charmeleon came prepared for every sexual situation he knew of because Skarth's life might actually have been snuffed out if he hadn't.
  Charem worked himself so far into a frenzy that he eventually felt the dam within his balls break open and an insane amount of searing-hot Charmeleon seed shot straight into Skarth's ass, causing the Flammie to moan both in pain at the increased temperature and relief that he wasn't going to be kept waiting for much longer. And since there was a thin layer of latex lining most of his insides, the scalding seed didn't do nearly as much damage as it would have done otherwise. Both Flammie and Charmeleon had gotten the release they had desired and as Charem began to extract himself from the rubber-coated Flammie, he could see a look of pure bliss in Skarth's eyes from behind his mask.
  For a while, the two merely basked in the afterglow of their first official mating as lovers, but as Charem recovered first, he couldn't help look at Skarth's stretched tailhole and start feeling like he was up to his old tricks. He blatantly knew that Skarth wasn't going to like what he did next, but the Charmeleon just couldn't help himself. With the incredibly stretched sphincter nearly burning a hole in his eyes, Charem decided to go for broke, hyperphallic and all.
  Before Skarth could even recover from their last session, he was suddenly jolted back to reality a new feeling in his anus. However, this was unlike anything he had ever encountered in his life. Even with the latex coating him, the texture and sensations were just all wrong. And the fact he wasn't the one doing it didn't help, either. He looked down and gave a muffled scream in horror as he saw that Charem's head and part of his arms were shoving themselves face-first into his ass, which was practically his worst dream come true. The Charmeleon was performing live anal vore on him! And given the way his feet were scrambling against his tail to get leverage, Charem seemed determined to get as far inside of the Flammie as physically possible.
  Skarth desperately wanted to reach down and grab what was left of Charem and pull him out, but the suit flat-out refused to move him from his current position. All he could do was flail his head and scream through his gag as he felt Charem scrabbling to climb deeper into him. The pleasure he was feeling and the way he was freely ejaculating made the situation even worse for the Flammie. He couldn't believe his body was actually enjoying this! The fact a living, breathing creature was trying to climb into his ass and settle into his egg chamber was absolutely horrible for Skarth accept. This was wrong on so many levels, but as Charem managed to get himself in up to his hips, Skarth was further horrified when his own body started to pull him in the rest of the way. The suit wasn't forcing his anus to feed. The Flammie's body was doing it all on its own. If his mouth had been allowed to open, he might have screamed himself hoarse even by Flammie standards. He was in such shock and "agony" that he could almost picture this happening to him just like what had happened in his dreams. And even though Charem was the one doing this, the fact that he was swallowing an actual living being straight up his tailhole was almost enough to make Skarth pass out if the suit wasn't forcing him to stay awake.
  As Charem's feet vanished into the Flammie, Skarth watched in horror as his tail was quickly pulled in, the live flame growing ever closer to his own rubber-covered skin. What was going to happen when that thing got inside of him? Was it going to burn him alive from the inside-out? Was there even going to be enough air for it to burn and keep Charem alive? His already hysterical situation became a living hell as he wondered if he was about to become his only friend's grave.
  However, contrary to everything he had expected, as Charem's tail flame was sucked into the Flammie, all Skarth could feel was a disturbingly pleasant warmth as it moved along his passage before it eventually joined the rest of its owner inside him, hyper cock and all. And as Skarth's now-horribly-distended anus started to relax and shrink back down to its original size, all he could do was cry from both the horror of what he had just done and how helpless he had been to stop the insane Charmeleon. But what was the worst part of all was that Skarth could still feel Charem moving around inside of his egg chamber, making himself comfortable while he struggled to get his supersized cock into his mouth before suckling on himself. Skarth felt like he was going to be sick if it wasn't for the latex overriding his gag reflex. This was so wrong that Skarth was amazed he had even let this sick pervert into his house. Why did it have to come to this? If he knew anything about his own ass, Charem was going to be digested and the Flammie would have to live with this horrible fact for the rest of his life. Unlike most Flammies, Skarth did possess the bodily fluids needed for digestion. It was only because he always used inorganic materials when he stuffed himself full of eggs that he hadn't done so yet. But with an actual organic lifeform actually getting itself off inside of him, there was only one word that Skarth felt he deserved to be called: whore. He had used his body for more than just personal pleasure. His own natural properties would ultimately bring about the end of an actual life and it was absolutely horrible to even think it would happen to him.
  
  Skarth had no idea how much time had passed since Charem had buried himself deep into his egg chamber. The Flammie had been crying freely over what had happened to him and had simply lost track of time. The suit would just not let him pass into unconsciousness and he was forced to experience every disturbing movement that Charem made inside of him. After about an hour, Skarth felt somewhat relieved when he felt a bit of space in his egg chamber clear out probably because Charem's hyper-inducing chemicals had worn off. But the fact that Charem actually seemed comfortable inside him was enough to make him sick if he had been allowed to vomit. Charem was unusually quiet inside him, and it was only because of the mask over his face that Skarth wasn't able to check up on him. What was worse, every time Charem shifted inside him, Skarth instantly came to full erection and blew a small amount of cum because of how much pleasure each movement the Charmeleon made gave him. The suit had been of no help at all, deliberately keeping him in his submissive form for so long that he might actually have lost the feeling in his muscles if the suit wasn't keeping his body from doing so. It was further degrading to learn that he didn't feel hungry as lunchtime came and went. The fact his body considered Charem a filling source of nourishment made Skarth want to start crying again. This wasn't fair! Charem didn't deserve to go out like this! Not only that, but Skarth didn't deserve to be punished like this. Why did this have to happen? He had expected so much better out of both of them.
  After what felt like hours, Skarth wondered if Charem was even still alive in there. He hadn't moved in the longest time and even his natural body heat had worn off. The possibility that Skarth might have digested and absorbed him made him almost want to kill himself. He honestly thought he was going to be investigated for Charem's murder and his already demeaning life was about to get even worse. He didn't think it could possibly get any worse.
  But just as Skarth was about to lose his mind from the injustice of it all, he noticed something that almost made him freak out again. He was positioned so that he was looking down the hallway towards his bedroom, so it was quite easy for him to see someone coming out of his room as if they had been there the whole time. And when he spotted a familiar tail flame flickering in the darkness, Skarth almost had a heart attack in shock.
  Charem had just stepped out of the Flammie's room, stretching and yawning as if he had just woken up from a nap. Skarth's mind was suddenly full of crazy questions as to how Charem had pulled off this impossible magic trick. He hadn't even seen Charem since he had dived head-first into his anus, and yet there he was, completely intact and 100% unharmed. Even his cock and balls had gone back to their normal size as if he hadn't done a thing to himself.
  The Flammie was so shocked by the fact that Charem was alive and outside of him that he started to wonder just who or what was inside him. However, his astonishment continued as Charem walked up to the Flammie as if nothing had happened.
  "Well, I think you've been in that suit long enough," he said rather calmly. "I'll let you out if you promise you'll let me put it back on before we go out tonight. The X-Zone club doesn't let Flammies in, but I'm sure they won't mind you if you're in a disguise, fair?"
  Skarth didn't trust himself to say anything as Charem reached towards his chest and pressed a few spots on the latex stretched over him. As he did so, Skarth's entire body suddenly went numb as if he had just electrocuted himself, but after a few moments, he was aware that the suit was somehow extracting itself from him. The rubber was no longer fused with him, and for the first time in hours, he was able to take a big, deep breath that didn't have the scent of his own musk stuck to it. The effect of having the rubber removed from his fur and feathers was like someone slowly peeling a massive sticker off of their arm and feeling the glue pull at their hair almost to the point of blinding pain until it was eventually removed, leaving just a vacant, empty, numb feeling in all his fur follicles and feathers. Eventually, all that was left of the suit was a sphere on his chest that was the exact same shape, size and color as the one that had done all this to him, and for the first time, Skarth was able to move completely on his own without someone holding him back.
  Unfortunately for Charem, he probably should have left the suit on him because there was now nothing holding the suddenly enraged Flammie as he launched himself at Charem and the two went into a tumble before the Charmeleon suddenly found himself completely pinned under the massive beast. The slave ball had rolled out of his paws and was well out of reach in case he might have thought of trying to put it back on the furious Flammie. Skarth had never let his primal instincts influence him before, but with how furious he was over what Charem had made him do, there was nothing cute about the face that was now hovering over the Charmeleon, fangs bared and spit dripping down onto the lizard's face while he was being pinned to the floor with one massive bear-like paw.
  "YOU!!!" hissed Skarth, all politeness and innocence gone from his voice. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU JUST PUT ME THROUGH?!?!" Spit was flying freely from the Flammie's maw as he saw that Charem was just as scared of him as Skarth had been of Charem's mysterious "demise".
  "Whoa, Skarth!" said Charem in alarm as he tried and failed to wriggle out of the manadragon's grip. "What's gotten into you? I told you everything was going to be fine! I didn't hurt you and I told you I would take the suit off! What are you getting all riled up for?"
  Skarth let out a roar of fury that was very unlike him but not outside the realm of possibility for a Flammie. "I'M TALKING ABOUT THAT LITTLE STUNT YOU PULLED ON ME! I THOUGHT I MADE IT CLEAR THAT I DIDN'T LIKE ANAL VORE, AND YET YOU STILL TRIED TO SHOVE YOURSELF UP MY ASS JUST FOR THE HELL OF IT!!!"
  Charem realized Skarth could have easily bitten his head off if he felt like it, which made him choose his next words very carefully. "I... I thought you knew I liked anal vore. I thought I made that clear when we were trying to figure out what to do this morning."
  This was only half-true. The specific words that Charem had chosen had only suggested that he had an anal vore fanatic. Skarth had misinterpreted his words and thought he just liked being anal like him, but Charem wasn't completely innocent because he should have said he likes anal vore as well.
  Sadly for the fire lizard, Skarth was smarter than he appeared because he threatened to slice through Charem's jugular with his other paw as he hissed very dangerously, "No, you didn't. Not once did I hear the words "anal" and "vore" used together. I think you were trying to pull the wool over my eyes so you could manipulate me into doing whatever you wanted."
  Charem realized Skarth was as serious as he had ever been. "N-No, I promise! If I had known anal vore freaked you out, I wouldn't have done it! Please, Skarth! I have an addiction, but I promise I wouldn't have done it if I had known! I always thought because we both liked stuffing things up our asses that we were on the same page! I'm sorry it came across that way, I swear!"
  Skarth knew that he was probably as much at fault as Charem was. The two hadn't been very specific when they had been discussing their fetishes earlier, which was reason enough not to tear his guts out for freaking the Flammie out like that.
  But there was still one thing that bothered him and Skarth wasn't in the mood for more selective wordplay. "Well, if you want to go with that, why don't you tell me how you were able to fully digest yourself in my egg chamber and then appear halfway across the house all in one piece?"
  Unfortunately for Charem, he was drawing a blank, and those fangs were looking particularly sharp to him. "I swear I don't know! It's some kind of magical trick my body does whenever I'm eaten! I remember fading away as I was being digested, but the next thing I knew, I was back in my own body in your bed!"
  Skarth, however, didn't buy it. "Wrong answer, lizard. I might not be big on oral vore, but that doesn't mean I don't know how to do it. If you're really as "magical" as you say you are, perhaps you won't mind demonstrating it once I've made a meal out of you!"
  Almost all the color went out of Charem's face when he heard this. "NO, PLEASE! I've never been eaten before, so I don't know if it'll happen the same way! I've always regenerated after doing anal vore! I've never tried doing it with oral vore. Please don't eat me!"
  For the first time, Skarth could see that Charem was showing actual signs of sorrow and regret for putting him through that madness. However, the Flammie wasn't in any kind of mood for trickery. "Wrong answer. You made me sit in that suit for hours while I thought I was digesting you inside my colon. Perhaps if you got the feeling of digesting for real, maybe you'd appreciate the suffering you put me through!"
  Charem gulped. "Skarth, no! You wouldn't dare!"
  Skarth, however, hissed venomously and spat, "Try me." And completely on instinct, he opened his muzzle and let fly a type of breath attack his species was known for but he had never actually practiced with. This highly magical "Flammie Breath" could do virtually anything that its user wanted it to, which, right now, Skarth wanted it to completely paralyze Charem and make his body go limp while he settled the score for the madness that had transpired earlier. Charem was still awake, but his body was so numb that he couldn't even use his own tongue to correctly form words.
  Once he was fully stunned, Skarth lifted his paws up off of him long enough to grab a hold of his shoulders and hoist him high into the air. Charem tried to squirm and defend himself, but his body wasn't responding correctly to his commands and he couldn't even muster a simple flame attack from his fire lungs. If he could have spoken correctly, he would have been screaming bloody murder as Skarth opened his muzzle wide and stuffed him headfirst into his gullet. But all that came out was a gurgling croak as his entire world went dark as Skarth's fleshy throat obstructed his view as he was slowly eaten whole and alive.
  Normally, being eaten alive by a Flammie wouldn't have been that big of a deal since Flammies were unable to digest anything solid. But since half of Skarth's DNA was human-based and he wasn't able to absorb moonlight like them, his stomach possessed the acid and solvents that normal Flammies didn't have, so getting eaten by him was pretty much the same as getting eaten by any other vore-capable furry, which meant he could digest Charem if he wasn't careful. However, given how much he had "suffered" at Charem's claws, Skarth could really care less what happened to the Charmeleon. And since Charem had said he had the ability to regenerate himself after being "eaten", then there really wasn't anything for him to worry about. If not... well, then at least Skarth would be able to sit well on the single "meal" while one of his more annoying "pet peeves" had been dealt with.
  Charem wanted desperately to scream as the Flammie continued to gulp him down a bit at a time, but Skarth's Flammie Breath had completely paralyzed his muscles and he could barely even make a sound, much less scream. Skarth clearly wanted to make a point as he reached the lizard's cock and teased at it with his tongue. He might not be into oral vore, but that didn't mean he still didn't enjoy a tasty cock in his mouth every now and then, and with his special heated piece of meat, it was like deepthroating a spicy sausage along with the rest of a warm roast, which was basically what Charem tasted like with his unusually high body temperature. And since he seemed to be descended from draconic ancestry, it was that much more delicious.
  Skarth was a little worried about what that flame at the end of his tail was going to do to his insides since he wasn't made of latex anymore, but as he took the end into his mouth, all it tasted like was a blast of heat and then it was down his throat and on the way into his stomach with the rest of the sneaky lizard. Fortunately, he had inherited Flammies' incredible durable insides, so apart from feeling a little like he had heartburn on the way down, the flame made it all the way into his stomach without much trouble where it settled down and gave him a rather comforting warming feeling.
  Fortunately for Charem, the extra heat of his unusual tail flame had enough power to start undoing the magic of Skarth's Flammie Breath while he was in the cramped chamber. And after a few moments while Skarth finally sat back on the couch to enjoy a little personal Flammie justice for what had happened earlier. And by the time the fire lizard was able to counteract the spell he had been put under, he realized it was too late. Skarth had made himself comfortable, and as he started to struggle, Charem felt his prison vibrate violently as the Flammie let out a massive, guttural belch, which all but sucked all the air out of his prison and immediately flooded his stomach with highly corrosive acid.
  After trying a few times to speak but still not having any feeling in his tongue, Charem was finally able to get a word in edgewise while his fiery skin was still resisting the acid that was coming in. "Skarth, please! Don't do this! I didn't mean what I did! I was just doing what came naturally to me!"
  Skarth, however, smacked his lips from the spicy flavor Charem had left on his tongue and shrugged. "So was I. Perhaps you should have taken that into account when you decided to cheese off a Flammie."
  Even with his increased body temperature, Charem was starting to feel the effects of the acid starting to eat away at his skin. Somehow, he was able to keep his tail flame out of the liquid because he would die if it were ever extinguished. "I'm sorry I rushed to judgment, Skarth, but you don't have to eat me to prove a point! I don't even know if my special abilities will work with oral vore! Please let me out!"
  Skarth shook his head. "I don't think so. You should have thought about this happening before you decided to violate me so badly. Besides, if you're really as special as you say you are, then you don't have anything to worry about. Consider this both a life lesson and a learning experience at the same time. Besides, if you happen to come out of this in one piece, I'll make you a deal you can't refuse."
  Charem's skin was staring to burn and blister from the harsh acid eating away at him. The acid levels were also rising the more Skarth relaxed, making it harder to keep his head and tail out of the liquid. What was worse, he was starting to run out of air. Most furries might be able to breathe and/or generate air in their stomachs, but that didn't mean they could breathe liquid or acid, which was getting dangerously close to swallowing up the poor Charmeleon by the second.
  "What is it then?" he asked desperately, barely able to keep his flame alight in the increasingly damp environment. He could barely feel his arms or tail anymore. He couldn't tell if what he was feeling was pain or just nothing since he had never been stuck in anyone's stomach before.
  Skarth scoffed. "If you somehow regenerate yourself after spending your next death in my stomach, I'll put the slave suit back on and be your slave tonight at the X-Zone club. And if you really want to..." He chose his next words very carefully just in case. "I'll let you stuff me into your ass if you want." It was a somewhat hollow offer. Skarth knew that most furries were capable of vore with creatures about their size, but he was incredibly skeptical about how a four-foot Charmeleon would be able to fit a seven-foot Flammie up his ass, wings and all, without tearing his body in half. Even if it came to that point, at least Skarth would be able to make an example out of the shady lizard once and for all.
  Charem gasped, either from shock or from a severe lack of breath as he felt the acid starting to slip into and burn his mouth. "Deal! I just hope you know what you're getting yours-BLBLBLBBBBB!!!" he managed to gurgle as the last of the air vanished from the chamber and the acid flooded into his senses. He had a few fleeting moments to scream out in agony from the acid burning his body before the rest of his life was snuffed out from his tail flame going out at that moment. The Charmeleon was now nothing but Skarth's next meal as the Flammie gave a satisfied sigh.
  Even if Charem somehow managed to come up with an ingenious way to regenerate himself, at least Skarth had been able to get a good meal for his missed lunch earlier. And as he felt his stomach breaking down the lizard for precious nutrients, Skarth decided to take a little Flammie-nap for a little while. He was far too full to move, and since his body wasn't able of producing waste, he had nothing better to do but sleep and digest his wonderful meal until he decided to look through Charem's suitcase to find out what else the fire lizard had on him.
  
  Skarth must have been fuller than he thought because by the time he woke up, it was almost 4:00 in the afternoon. Fortunately, his high Flammie metabolism had severely reduced the amount of substance in his stomach to the point that he was able to move again. He actually felt kind of bad that he had made a meal out of his only friend, but that was the price he paid for ticking off an extremely "anal" Flammie. However, as he opened his eyes, he saw that things were not what he had expected.
  For one thing, all the cum and random Liquitanium eggs that he had spewed all over his house had been cleaned up and cleared out, leaving his living room as clean as it had been this morning. Also, the heavy smell of Flammie musk had been cleaned up, returning it to its original "hint of Flammie in heat" smell. Skarth couldn't figure out how all this had happened while he had been out... unless...
  "It's about time you woke up," said a familiar light growl. "I must have really put you in a food coma for you to sleep for almost four hours."
  Skarth bit his tongue as he looked over towards the other end of the living room where none other than Charem was sitting on one of the Flammie's easy chairs with holes cut out for his tail. The Charmeleon was gently rocking back and forth, fondling both his balls and his tailhole with the same paw. He had obviously gotten bored and was trying to pass the time while he waited for Skarth to wake up. The manadragon realized he had both underestimated Charem's regenerative abilities and knew that he had set himself up to get anal-fucked in the near future. But what he was most concerned about was how much of a grudge Charem was going to have towards him for blatantly devouring him and leaving him to drown in his stomach acids earlier.
  But what amazed Skarth the most was that Charem looked much... bigger. Before, he had been only about four feet tall, but somehow, the fire lizard had grown in size to nearly six feet tall while still maintaining his original shape and scale. This was both unusual and alarming at the same time because Skarth was now sure Charem would be more than capable of stuffing the entire manadragon into his ass without too much trouble.
  "Charem!" yipped Skarth in alarm. "H-H-How long have you been sitting there?"
  Incredibly, Charem didn't look at all annoyed from his earlier actions. "About ten minutes. I've been busy cleaning up the mess I guess "we" made earlier."
  Skarth blinked and leaned over to get a smell of the couch he was sitting on. Apart from the familiar scent of his own enjoyment, there was almost no indication it had ever been wet or doused in Flammie cum. Turning back to Charem, he voiced his thoughts. "How did you do that? There was cum and eggs everywhere!"
  Charem smiled. "I used a special kind of cleaner from my kit that basically acts like a cleaner to anything that isn't manmade. All I had to do was start spraying and it all disappeared right away."
  Skarth had clearly underestimated Charem's abilities to come prepared for any situation. "Another Black Market item?"
  Charem shrugged. "Maybe not Black Market, but it's difficult to get your hands on unless you know how to make it. It's a highly unstable magical cleaning mixture, but I've cleaned up far worse messes than this."
  The Flammie chirped with admiration. "Nice. So, uh..." He took a deep breath and let it out. "I guess I was wrong about you, huh?"
  They both knew what Skarth was getting at, but Charem decided not to pursue that matter just yet. "You shouldn't blame yourself. That was actually the first time I've been eaten by anything other than an anus or a cock, so even I didn't know I could handle it and regenerate from it. However, I think some of your Flammie magic kind of rubbed off on me... as you can see." He gestured to himself, which was quite obvious that he had grown significantly since he had been out.
  "Yeah, I noticed that," said Skarth in pure astonishment. "I've never actually eaten anyone before, much less someone that can regenerate themselves, so I'm guessing our magical abilities must have... mixed?"
  Charem nodded casually. "I guess that makes sense. Especially since you seemed to have suffered the effects as well."
  Skarth blinked. "Say what?"
  Charem sighed and tried not to be too obvious as he pointed to his own chest. Suddenly fearing the worst, Skarth looked down at himself, half-expecting to have suddenly developed something unnatural... but his wild beliefs were somewhat quelled when he saw that his chest was mostly still the same... but the rest of him didn't seem to be. The Flammie's fur appeared to have been affected from his and Charem's magical abilities mixing. For one thing, his fur wasn't nearly as long or as soft as before. Most of it looked a little charred as if it had started to burn off, revealing large patches of his own skin underneath, which had turned a troubling burnt-orange color. And when Skarth ran his pads over the bare patches, he noticed his skin was unusually warm to the touch. It was almost as if Skarth's body was starting to match Charem's. Unfortunately, not all of his fur had been burned off, leaving him looking quite bald in a number of areas and very unsightly. Add that to the fact that his feathers were also falling out and his wings were looking unusually bare and it was almost like Charem was being burned alive without all the burning pain.
  "Uh... Charem?" he said uneasily as he picked up a pawful of his own feathers that he had molted onto the couch. "This is not good. Flammies aren't known for molting, and it's going to seriously affect what little social life I might have left." He was barely able to control the panic in his voice as he felt a few more feathers fall out of his increasingly skeletal wings.
  Charem seemed just as concerned as he was. "I think the two of us must be crossing DNA or something, but I don't think it went all the way through. I'm slowly turning into a version of you and I think you're slowly turning into a version of me. I guess that explains why my back's been itching me for the last couple hours. See?" He hoisted himself out of the chair enough for Skarth to see that there was a set of four large welts on his back that looked incredibly raw, even for a Fire-Type. And when he sat back down and Skarth saw that his underside looked like it was starting to get rather... scaly, he realized this was serious.
  "What are we going to do?" said Skarth, pushing himself into a standing position and watching in horror as even more feather fell off of him. "I can't go out like this, and I'm sure you can't either. Even by furry standards, we look like freaks."
  Charem also stood up, scratching at the angry welts on his back with what Skarth realized was four large, ivory claws on each paw. This was getting out of hand. It was like parts of them were "mixing" right before their eyes. "I know this looks serious, and I'm sure it is, but I think our best bet is to try and make this progress as fully as we can."
  "What?!" yelped Skarth in almost a bestial growl, causing him to clap his paws to his muzzle.
  "No, wait, hear me out." Charem was torn between trying to itch his burning back or scaly front. "I think we pushed this a little too far as it is, so I don't think there's any way we can go back. If we want to at least look "presentable" outside of here, we're going to have to complete these transformations."
  Skarth rubbed at his arm and shivered as he felt some of his own fur dissolve under his touch as if it had been burnt to ash. "And how do you suggest we do that? All we've been doing is eating each other (well... me eating you to be specific), so what else do you want me to do?"
  Charem shrugged and then went right back to itching himself. "Well, since that's all we've really been doing to each other, why don't we keep doing it? If various vore changed us this much, why don't we keep doing it and see where it gets us?"
  Skarth knew he was onto something, but he was seriously not looking forward to ending up inside of the mutating Charmeleon, even though he had given his word that he would if Charem survived. This was mainly because he knew all too well what else came out of those vents, which he did not want to degrade himself by experiencing.
  "Aww, do I have to?" whined Skarth, trying to cross his arms but wincing because of how sensitive his skin was becoming.
  Charem shook his head, which gave Skarth a brief sense of relief before he spoke. "Sorry, Skarth, but you gave your word. Even though I'm still alive, giving someone your word on their "death bed" isn't going to look very good on your persona. And when Skarth gave a rather firm "power frown", he perked up and added, "I didn't mean that. But you did give me your word. Besides, now that I'm big enough, I doubt I'll need as much of my special "lubricant" as before."
  Skarth gave a rather awkward frown at this. "Huh?" he almost yowled.
  Charem did a pretty good job of blushing despite his orange skin. "Yeah, well... that was kind of a secret. You see, I only managed to swallow as many people as I did because before I did so, I would always take a shot of Liquitanium in my bloodstream to make my body a little... "looser", kind of like that "puppy fat" you had earlier." Skarth blew an annoyed but not insulting raspberry. "Yeah. I was known for always stuffing people bigger than my up my ass, but everyone thought I had some kind of super sphincter or something. But since this is happening, I guess I can let that secret out. Besides, the Liquitanium never allowed me to "feel" everything that went on back there, so I've always faked enjoying it, even though I barely felt anything. I guess what I'm "trying" to say is... will you be my "first"?"
  Skarth figured he had every right to use that term. If Charem had always been using Synthetic substances to "cheat" and make him much more "flexible" than before, the Flammie figured if Charem didn't use lubricant this time, perhaps he would enjoy having himself being "broken" a little more.
  But he was still uneasy about one thing. "I'm still worried about how... well... clean you are back there."
  Charem had to think on this for a moment before he chuckled lightly. "Oh, don't worry about that. My diet allows me to be quite clean, especially since my insides usually convert everything I "ingest" into fuel my body can use in place of that."
  Skarth thought it was rather odd how the two seemed to have bodies that functioned in almost the same way in converting food into fuel without waste. "I guess that's why the two of us have always been as "anal" as we are, huh?"
  Charem laughed. "More or less, I guess." Then he asked, "So, will you do it?"
  Now that that had been settled, Skarth was somewhat more comfortable with allowing himself to be shoved up another creature's anus, even though he had been having a nightmare similar to this very situation for quite a while. "I guess so. Just as long as you take it easy on me. My skin is a little raw right now."
  Charem smiled. "I don't think that'll be a problem. Just give me a minute so I can lube myself up." And before Skarth could say anything, he added, "It's just the regular kind of KY gel lube. I've been peddling it for so long and I've never actually used it on myself before. It's always the Liquitanium stuff I use."
  Skarth nodded and waited while Charem went to his briefcase and revealed the section that housed the various chemicals and medicines he used on himself. He then reached out for a brand-new tube of KY-brand sex jelly as Skarth started to get himself ready for his first live anal vore as the one who got eaten. However, it took Charem a little bit to get in position because he used a few pawfuls of the jelly to rub on his own angry welts, which seemed to bring him some relief as he sighed a little. When Skarth chirped in curiosity, he said, "This special mixture is also good on sores and burns. Why do you think people always put it on their inflamed cocks and tailholes before, during and after sex?"
  Skarth bobbed his head with interest. "Good point."
  Once Charem had liberally applied the gel to his sores, he lowered himself down onto his back, trying not to irritate his angry welts anymore while he applied even more to his tailhole in preparation. Skarth found himself looking at the fire lizard's tight pucker as he tried to psyche himself up for what he was about to do.
  As Charem dug a claw into himself to lube that part up as well. Skarth couldn't help but ask one more last-ditch question in an effort to delay this as long as possible. "So do you want to do a little foreplay or...?"
  Charem shook his head. "Normally, I would, but the less time I have to spend on my back, the better. These sores are really bugging me."
  Skarth then had another idea. "Why don't you get on all fours, then?"
  Charem blinked and then slapped his forehead with his palm. "Duh, me! I always do it when I want to get straight to the chase. Thanks for reminding me."
  Skarth wasn't sure if that was a good idea as Charem rolled over so he was crouched on his arms and knees with his tail raised high and his gel-lubed ass pointing right in Skarth's face. The Flammie knew it was now or never, but he couldn't help but state the obvious. "Just don't fart. That wouldn't be fun."
  Charem laughed at this. "Not a problem, Skarth."
  Now completely out of excuses, Skarth was ready to bury his face right into the Charmeleon's sphincter, but he couldn't get over the fact how small that opening was. So he improvised on the spot and reached forward with his paws to manually open the way, causing Charem to shiver as he did so. However, Skarth was kind of in a zone as he stretched the opening as far as he dared without harming Charem. He managed to get it to about five or six inches before he sighed and mashed his face right into the butter zone. This was it. There was no turning back.
  Getting his head past the tight wall of flesh was easier than he thought. Charem's increased size must have made him a bit more flexible to allow such large creatures in without cheating in any way. And as Skarth's world went black with the ring of flesh tightening over his face, he realized he was facing his fear head-on. He could feel Charem's anal muscles pulsating all over him and he was aware in was rather warm inside here, but at least he could breathe and he couldn't detect anything foul that would have chased him away.
  Once his head was inside, Skarth moved his arms behind him to use the floor and/or Charem's hips for leverage as he started to squirm and roll his shoulders around until those, too, slipped into the waiting lizard. He could hear Charem gasping and panting lightly as more of the Flammie was inserted into him, but he doubted he was anywhere close to exhausted. And now that his shoulders were inside him, Skarth was able to start wriggling more of himself into the hot ass. He could feel Charem's muscles tugging and pulling on him, trying to draw the rest of him in on their own, but Skarth was still too far out of him for that to happen. He could have turned back by now, but the Flammie was determined to face his fears head-on or... "from the rear", whichever worked for him.
  The first obstacle came when Skarth found the bones of his wings starting to catch on the edges and seemingly prevent him from going any further, but as he squirmed, his bones seemed to soften slightly as if by magic and they gently bent enough that they didn't hurt him or Charem as he soon found himself buried up to his midsection in the fire lizard's ass. And once he reached that part, his second set of wings followed suit the exact same way.
  Every now and then, Skarth would feel his world rattle or shake a little that was probably from Charem climaxing a few times, but it wasn't enough to seriously injure him, so he kept going.
  Eventually, Skarth reached what appeared to be his final destination for his head. There was a firm, tight, fleshy barrier in front of him that could only be the entrance to his bowels. This was what he had been dreading from the beginning. What had bothered him the most was the fact that he might have been stuffed into a set of bowels where it would be an absolute nightmare to dwell in, but as his face pushed past this barrier, Skarth found it was surprisingly clean inside there. All he could really smell was a thick, spicy, musky scent that he figured was suitable for a Charmeleon. And as he was gently coaxed into Charem's insides, Skarth felt the muscles around the entrance grab hold of him and start pulling him the rest of his way into the fire lizard. Only his shins, ankles, feet and part of his tail were left outside Charem's body, which were now being slowly fed into his ass by the firm yet gentle muscle movements the of his rectum.
  As Skarth was dumped further and further into Charem's colon, Skarth realized that he was finding himself to be rather comfortable inside him. The fleshy walls were generating a light, slick slime, but for someone who had yet to lose his anal virginity without cheating, Charem was surprisingly flexible. And as the rest of the Flammie was fed into the chamber, Skarth was able to curl up into a rather comfortable ball and relax as he was fully deposited into the chamber. It was rather warm and soft inside the fire lizard, and apart from the increasing amount of slime starting to coat his body, Skarth was actually amazed he had ever thought this would be a bad experience. Charem obviously took very good care of himself and the Flammie had to admit this wasn't nearly as bad as he had thought it would be. There was a fair supply of air and he was actually able to see a little with the Charmeleon's inner fire shining through his flesh. All in all, Skarth was rather pleased that his first journey into someone's anus had been a relatively pleasant one.
  On the outside, the six-foot Charmeleon managed a soft moan as he felt the Flammie settle inside him. For the first time, he had been able to feel every tug and pull that his muscles had made while consuming the massive manadragon, which had caused him to cum quite a few times before it was all over. Charem was now lying in a puddle of his own fiery fluids as he managed to hoist himself back onto his rear and relax as he cradled and fondled his rather gravid belly. Even though he had been just a foot shorter than him, Skarth still had far more body mass that Charem did, which was kind of haunting him as he purred and stroked his best friend's prison. He knew it was only a matter of time before Skarth would be digested by his various bodily fluids, but all in all, he rather liked it and knew that no harm would come to his friend.
  Skarth didn't say anything, either. The slime that Charem was generating was rather soothing on his raw skin, and he was actually too comfortable to bother with words. He started to wonder what would happen when he finally woke up outside the Charmeleon, but right now, he was far too relaxed to care. This had been a learning experience for the both of them and they didn't want to spoil the moment with words.
  
  But as the pair started to drift off into vore-induced slumber, there was far more than just changes to their bodies at work here. Outside Skarth's house, a single shady figure had been watching them ever since Skarth had first put his face in Charem's ass. This figure was quite infamous when it came to sinister mischief and decided to have a little fun with the changing creatures. Midna was always looking for new ways to "prank" the magical beings of this world, even though she normally specialized in Synthetic creatures. However, given how "pliable" both Charem and Skarth seemed to be both on the inside and the outside, she started to wonder if she dared mess with them like she did with countless other creatures.
  As she thought about it, Midna got a rather wicked idea in her head that seemed to top everything she had done so far. It was kind of a long shot and it was sure to be noticed by her former employers, but the situation was just too good to pass up. And even though this city was the heart of the emerging furry population, no one ever said that she had to prank them here. All she had to do was do a little string pulling and she would be able to unleash their true "potential" miles away from here where they were likely to make quite a scene.
  Grinning wickedly, Midna reached out and snapped her fingers at the pair, which caused them both to suddenly dissolve into a flurry of black squares and fly into the air where they vanished into a Twilight Portal she had summoned directly over Skarth's house. Neither of them would feel anything during this transition, but when they woke up, they would be in for quite a rare treat. And as she worked her magic, Midna snapped her fingers at the house in general, which would cause it to "reset" to the state it had been in before Skarth had even moved in. It seemed this house was one of the many "hot spots" for magical activity in this town and she figured it was better off if she "cleaned" it a little so it could be set up for the next lucky tenant and whatever magical misadventures they would likely get in. And with that, she also disappeared into a flurry of black squares, taking a different route than Skarth and Charem did. Her work was done here and it was time to move on to her next little adventure.
  
  (12 hours later...)
  Far away near the Twin Cities of Minneapolis and Saint Paul, a commercial aircraft was quickly approaching its final destination with a load of human passengers that had made plans to travel there. For some reason in the cockpit, they had lost radio communication with their destination right after they had been cleared for landing. They were right on course and nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, but they were still high enough in the air that they couldn't see anything below the cloud cover.
  After repeated efforts to hail the airport, the pilots were about to tell their passengers that there would be some delays when something very large suddenly appeared on their radar straight ahead of them. There was too much cloud cover to see what it was, but the figure was far too large to be a building or another aircraft. However, by the time they were able to get a visual on it, the pilots and passengers suddenly found themselves being overcome by a heavy, sweet, sleep-inducing blue fog that seemed to be coming in through the filtration systems. Everyone on board was suddenly paralyzed or put to sleep by the heavy fog, but the pilots managed to stay awake long enough to see just what was causing it.
  But all they managed to get out was a string of shocked expletives before they passed out and the aircraft began to descend rapidly. However, by the time this began to happen, the plane was suddenly and firmly snatched out of the air by an absolutely massive creature's paw and tucked under its arm as it began to fly back down towards the ground. This creature was none other than a supersized version of Skarth the Flammie, although his body had certainly changed enough to suggest that he was more of a hybrid than an actual full-blooded Flammie.
  His once furry body was now covered in a layer of thick, smooth, warm, fiery-orange scales that looked almost identical to Charem's. His wings had also regained some of their mass in the form of four sets of thick, deep-blue, leathery membranes that made his wings appear more draconic than before. His face had pushed out into a distinct reptilian muzzle, but he still had the trademark pair of pointed fangs on the sides that showed his heritage. His mane was also flame-colored and above his ears was a set of large, long, ivory horns that he had inherited somewhat from his best friend. And to top it all off, the tip of his tail had ignited into a very large and very real live flame that showed how incredibly powerful and healthy he was.
  This newly-transformed "Flameleon" had grown to an absolutely massive size seemingly overnight. And even though Skarth found this all to be really strange, the fact he was the size of Godzilla or better had given him all kinds of wonderful ideas on what to do with his new size. And the first thing he was going to do was exact a little "revenge" on the people that had cast him aside as a freak. Even though he was miles from his home town, Skarth figured he could do anything he wanted as long as he felt he was getting a little payback for all the years he had to remain in hiding. The first thing he planned to do with his equally-changed Flameleon friend was to enact a fantasy that Charem had been having for most of his life. Skarth had been immediately interested and the two of them had split up to find something to satisfy their massive urges. But since Charem was still inexperienced with his new wings, he had elected to stay on the ground this time while Skarth took flight to grab a hold of any airborne planes he could find.
  Once he had the plane full of unconscious humans in his grip, Skarth flew back down towards the airport, where there was all kinds of chaos as the workers and travelers there tried to cope with a massive Flameleon hybrid sitting down on the tarmac, holding onto a plane that he had snagged from the runway just as it was about to take off. Skarth touched down near his friend and held out the plane he had snagged from the air while Charem presented the plane he had stolen off the runway.
  "Looks like you got one in the middle of a flight," said the massive Flameleon twin. In fact, the only way to tell Skarth and Charem apart at this point was the fact that Skarth had a mane full of what seemed to be live flames while Charem's head was just as bare as before apart from his new horns.
  "And it looks like one almost slipped through your fingers," said Skarth mischievously.
  "Yeah, this one almost got away from me as it was trying to take off. I left a good number of pits in the tarmac chasing after it. I don't think anyone'll be coming or going anywhere anytime soon."
  Skarth laughed boisterously as he saw the "damage" Charem had done to the runway. True to his word, there was a long line of massive potholes the exact size of Charem's feet as he had broken out into a run to catch the "runaway" plane. They both could have easily grabbed one of the stationary airplanes already on the ground, but they had decided to go for ones that were already full of people. And since humans didn't regenerate after they had been "eaten", they would be able to enjoy their first good meal together once they had gotten done "playing with their food".
  However, that would happen only after they had gotten done using the airplanes for the real reason they had invaded the aircraft. This had been one of Charem's fantasies for a very long time and he figure Skarth would want to join him in his merrymaking.
  "So how do we decide who goes first?" wondered Skarth, running his claws through his rather beautiful new mane without a single burn.
  "I think I should go first," said Charem, fingering himself with his claws. "This is my fantasy after all. I've run this over countless times in my head, so I'm pretty sure I know what to do. You can just watch and follow after me, I guess."
  Skarth nodded. "Fair enough. So how did you plan on doing this? Doggy-style or...?"
  Skarth shook his head. "Nah. I usually do it that way when I have someone helping me out. Besides, you might learn a thing or two this way."
  Skarth nodded and then sat down with a thunderous rumble, causing a few airplanes parks on the runway to bounce a couple feet from the shockwave. Charem nodded and directed the nose of the plane straight towards his now gargantuan anus. Unlike Skarth, he hadn't bothered to paralyze the people within, so it was even more enjoyable as he heard their screams of horror from inside the fuselage.
  Charem wasted no time in shoving the front end of the plane as far and as hard into himself as he could, the massive makeshift dildo causing his colossal black cock to emerge as he crooned happily from the stimulation. Skarth was watching with curiosity, his massive flaming tail sweeping from side to side, taking out whatever was in its way. The former Charmeleon made quick progress as his anal fluids squirted all over the tarmac and he continued to shove the plan in deeper and deeper. He could just imagine what would happen when the fuselage cracked once it was all the way inside of him and all those little humans really started panicking, which only encouraged him to start thrusting it in and out of him with increasing force.
  Skarth was about to bring up a possible problem when the force of Charem's thrusts answered his question for him. The wings of the plane were repeatedly rammed up against Charem's anal walls, which eventually took their toll as they were finally torn off from the base, leaving him with a very large and very interestingly-useful hollow metal dildo. Skarth was trilling with excitement as Charem continued to drive the wingless plane in and out of him. He was sure a good number of the humans inside had perished due to the repeated gyrations from having their prison rocked back and forth violently, but a few of the humans that were still alive were finding themselves increasingly turned on as Charem's scent penetrated the shell and the various sounds he and his body were making reached them. They all knew this was a horrible way to go, but some of them seemed to realize they might as well "enjoy" their inevitable death. If they didn't die from Charem's rigorous pounding, then they were all going to end up as ass food once the fuselage finally crumbled inside him.
  Even Skarth was getting turned on by this hellacious method of anal stimulation. His new matching black cock was fully erect like some great monument and was squirting out flaming-hot cum the more he watched, heard and smelled Charem going at it. And if he was getting this horny from just watching this unholy act, then he could just imagine what it would feel like for it to actually happen.
  Finally, just as the crumbling metal was starting to buckle and tear, Charem grabbed a hold of the back end of the plane and then mashed it as far and as hard into his anus as possible, sending himself into a blissful and seemingly eternal orgasm as his cock spewed form red-hot Flameleon cum that burned everything it touched except for the two massive troublemakers. Skarth was actually leaning forward and lapping the cum out of the air as the airplane finally vanished into Charem's ass and proceeded to its next stage of "digestion". The two behemoths were so turning on by Charem's acts that Skarth soon forgot his own plane and climbed onto his lover, lapping and licking at all the cum he could reach while he proceeded to thrust his own cock into Charem's ass for good measure. During this process, the entire airport had to evacuate because their playing started turning "violent" as the two rolled around and the main control tower was knocked over by their failing flaming tails. The two mythical beasts seemed to be locked into an eternal orgasm that only continued with each movement they made on the ruined airfield. To the two star-crossed lovers, this was absolute bliss.
  By the time the two had finally worn themselves out, Skarth and Charem finally separated and realized they had crushed a good portion of the airport as well as anyone and anything that had gotten in their way under their massive rolling weight. There was even a large chunk missing out of the main terminal that had been damaged by either their wings or their tails flailing about. It was an absolute mess, but to the lovers, it was just collateral damage.
  After they had taken a few minutes to recover and catch their breath, Skarth grabbed his own airplane, which had somehow survived the carnage, before he sat back on his tail and spread his own ass with a couple of claws. "That was fun. Now it's my turn..."
  END...?