Badger, horse, foxtaur and man By Strega It was normally perfectly safe to gallop a horse up the long rutted lane from Adelberg to Willoughby. The worst that'd happen would be getting cursed at by some traveling merchant or farmer driving a hay wain. It was a settled territory, free of war and with only widely scattered monsters or bandits, and there weren't enough people out and about to worry about trampling someone, especially with most everyone off at Godsday services. You probably shouldn't, though. You might just run your horse into the south end of a northbound badger, especially on a foggy morning. Pelting along on his mare, the wind in his hair and laughter in his mouth, he looked up as they passed a tree just in time to see the broad, furry backside of the enormous badger looming through the fog close ahead. The rider on the back of the turtle-like furry beast snapped his head around at Will's startled shout but there was no way to move his slow-moving mount out of the way and no way for Will to stop in time. The startled badger flipped its tail up in surprise and Will had an instant to see that it was female before they hit. His horse let out a startled whinny that was abruptly cut off and Will was flying through the air past the badger's rider as Cinnamon slammed into the beast's rump. The rider ducked just in time to avoid his flying body and the badger flinched at the double impact, horse from behind and the man skipping off its long narrow skull. Will bounced off a grassy hummock and lay blinking for a moment, sore but unbroken. He sat up as the badger's rider cursed. To Will's surprise, he wasn't cursing at him. Instead the man in green leather armor was tugging at the badger's long neck fur - the beast lacked reins or any obvious means of control - and was twisted around in the saddle looking behind the beast. His horse! Will scrambled to his feet and ran past the badger's long-clawed forepaws to see if the mare was all right. He made it as far as the badger's haunches before pulling up short, eyes wide in a white face. "Thistle," the green-armored man murmured. "Come on girl, let the nice horse back out." The badger let out a long chatter of a growl and arched its back, forcing its hips toward the ground. Caught between the descending furry rump and the dirt road was the back half of Will's horse. The front half was already gone into the badger's outrageously distended sex. The badger chittered again and thrust its haunches toward the rutted track, and another hand-width of his mare Cinnamon disappeared with a wet squelch. The muscles around the stretched vulva contracted visibly and Will gasped as his horse was pulled inward in some horrible reversal of birth. Even when the badger straightened its legs and lifted the horse's rump from the trail the inward movement continued. Cinnamon was being ingested not by the badger's maw, but by its sex. Already the wet pink lips were beginning to shrink back toward each other as his horse's twitching rump was pulled in. "Don't do it," the druid - Will remembered that the badger-rider, seen occasionally in town, was a druid - said as Will reached for his horse's legs. "When she gets like this nothing will satisfy her but a full pussy. You grab hold and you're going in too." "But my horse," Will said, unable to take his eyes off Cinnamon's muscular thighs as they were consumed inch by inch by the badger's sex. Big as the badger was there was a sizable droop to its belly now, a bulge that wriggled and twitched as his horse struggled. Somewhere down inside that stretched vulva was the mane he'd brushed and the long muzzle he'd petted, now wrapped in a badger's flesh and pelt and sucked ever deeper. How could it all fit? What possible lover might the badger have had to make it so elastic? Why would it even want to swallow a horse with its sex? The badger let out a long chatter and he realized why. In some obscene way it was aroused by the horse moving through its sex, tearing at the ground with its long claws and hissing like a teakettle. Its haunches twitched and the last of Cinnamon's rump disappeared with a slurp. Only a pair of kicking legs that grew shorter by the second remained. The badger hissed again and shuddered, going through whatever served it as an orgasm, and with a last long slurp Cinnamon's legs slithered out of sight. Horse, saddle, reins and all had been sucked in and there was nothing at all to show that his horse bad been here now but hoof prints on the road and a twitching bulge in the huge badger's abdomen. Cinnamon was still alive, but the badger's pulsing labia had shrunk shut behind her. Will winced as the beast's belly bulged and rippled, the inner struggle already growing weaker. His poor mare was suffocating in its womb. "What kind of a man," he snapped, "Rides a mount that eats people with its sex? What happens to her now? Does it squeeze her back out once Cinnamon is dead and her lust is sated?" "I'm sorry about your horse," the druid said, but then went on, "But this wouldn't have happened if you'd looked where you were going. You rode your horse's nose right into Thistlefur's pussy and that set her off." If they had been face to face, Will would have punched him. The closest thing to punch was a leg that hung down the side of a cart-sized badger, though. Sedate though the beast seemed in the wake of its climax it didn't seem like a good idea to attack its rider. Even if he'd been armed, which he wasn't, aside from a dagger, threatening the thing or its rider was a good way to get torn apart or even eaten. As if reading his mind, the druid continued. "As for the horse, Thistle is very unusual. Don't think of her sex as a sex. It's just...another mouth. So no, your horse won't be coming back out as a horse, alive or otherwise." "Well, what am I supposed to do now? Cinnamon was my only horse! I need a horse to travel!" The druid sighed, looking both irritated and remorseful. "I don't carry money very often. Most of the time I camp out in the wild." That was par for the course for a druid. "But...look, I might be able to compensate you if, and only if, you agree not to tell anyone what happened." Will smothered a laugh. "Like anyone would believe me." "Your word, sir," the druid said, and Will stood up straight and gave it. The druid winced as the badger's sex let out a long wet belch, and as a horseshoe somehow detached from Cinnamon's hoof was spat forth to clang off a rock. There was an awkward silence punctuated only by faint gurgles emerging from the badger's swollen abdomen as Cinnamon was digested. Somewhere around that time the druid led them into a little clearing just off the trail, invisible from the main path and easy to miss if you didn't know where to look. "I'm meeting someone here who is paying me for a service," the druid said after a time. "I can give you what he pays me in return for your horse. Only, once again, you must not mention to anyone what you see here today." "What I saw or what I'm going to see," inquired Will, only for the druid to make a frantic hushing motion. "He's coming," whispered the green clad man as he slid out of the saddle. "Hide under that bush so he doesn't see you. He'd be embarrassed." Will cocked an eyebrow at that but he did as he was bid, pushing under a spreading shrub until he could just see out but hopefully not be seen. From there he watched the foxtaur trot up to the druid. Will knew of only one foxtaur, so he was not surprised that the fox was Hialfi. The enormous creature was taller than a man at the shoulder, and including his upright human half, easily fifteen feet tall. Thick linen wrappings offered his forelegs some protection at the height a man or orc could swing a sword but other than that he wore only a leather harness that extended back along his feral half and supported a variety of gear. Rolled up bedrolls that looked patched together from normal-sized ones, a huge shovel, a bundle of lance-sized javelins and other equipment. Hialfi was well known in the area as a mailman and occasional hunter of monsters and bandits, not a warrior, so there was nothing on his harness you could point out as made just for war. Also back there was a heavy, clanking bag, and the foxtaur pulled that free and set it on the ground with a thump. "Some armor and weapons that a little group of bandits doesn't need any more," he said, looking a little guilty. "You can go through it to see if it's enough." "No need, friend," the druid said. "It is not as though this costs me anything. Go be with Thistlefur, she likes you." Which was something of an understatement. The moment Hialfi had shown up the badger had begun to purr, a sound Will hadn't expected to hear coming out of the horrible beast, and as Hialfi stepped toward her she turned away and lifted her rump in invitation. It was an invitation the fox accepted. A massive pink tip appeared from the thigh-thick sheath Will had been avoiding looking at and Hialfi stepped up over the badger's rump, mounted her with an ease that suggested he'd done it before, and began to hump. Almost immediately Hialfi groaned and redoubled his efforts, thrusting hard and fast. Will could see why. The fur on the badger's flanks twitched and rippled as it had when Cinnamon was sucked out of sight. She was trying to pull the foxtaur in as she grew more aroused and the massage she gave his cock must feel like nothing else on Oerth. Thistlefur purred and chattered as she pushed back against the humping and the bulge that was Cinnamon swayed and bounced. Over the course of a couple of minutes the fox humped harder and harder until he let out an almost pained-sounding yelp and shuddered. His twelve-foot tail lashed as he came. Will had seen dogs stuck together after mating so it was no great surprise that the fox did not immediately dismount. He stood hunched over the badger for several minutes, still humping from time to time, before he finally and with obvious effort pulled out. Will had a glimpse of a red-pink knot bigger than a man's head. "What an amazing creature," Hialfi growled, and stroked the extremely relaxed badger's rump with a forepaw. "The grip she takes. I've been with other sorts of ladies," which judging by that bar song Will had heard was certainly true, "But nothing like this. If I were smaller I'd worry about being sucked in." "Good thing you're not smaller then," the druid said with a grin, and it took all of Will's self control not to burst out of the bush and tell the fox what had happened to Cinnamon. Only the coins he might make from the bag of armor kept him still. The druid and fox stood chatting about bandits, monsters and the turn of the seasons they'd lived through, neither being willing or able to live in a town, until the badger stirred. With a flick of her tail she tempted the fox and he obliged her with another lengthy and enthusiastic bout of humping. When he finally managed to dismount he sat panting. "Gods. If she could talk, I'd marry her. What a lover." The druid laughed. "Better than your usual fare, then?" Hialfi winced. "You know she is. She's friendly and willing. Half the time I mount a female my lower half has taken charge and only cares that there is a hole there. Thistlefur actually likes me." "She does," said the druid as he petted that badger's nape. "Not many males can satisfy her. She's a big lady. You have other lovers that come to you willingly, though." "Yes," growled the fox, "A dragoness who chases me down and threatens to raze a village if I don't fuck her and a giantess with a fine personality and a pushed-in face." "Is she uglier than a badger?" said the druid, and the foxtaur shrugged. "I don't know," the fox growled. "Thistlefur is a handsome beast and very friendly. She's no odder than some of my mates. If she were intelligent...." "I could do it, but who would carry me around after you swept her off her feet?' said the druid, and both laughed. With that the foxtaur exchanged nuzzles with the badger and trotted off. Thistlefur curled around and licked her privates, which Will made every effort not to watch as he crawled out of the bush. "He doesn't know she eats people with her pussy," Will said, and the druid nodded. "It's perfectly safe to fuck her, depending," the druid said. "She can't just grab your dick and pull you in. Not enough to grip, and if she could she's not strong enough to break you in half. A centaur even fucked her once and he was fine. But if you stick your arm in, say, that she can grip, and then your limbs fold right and in you go. Hialfi's dick is so big she probably really does try to suck him in, but he's too big and strong for her to manage. Instead she just gives him the most amazing sex, and they're both happy." "What a horrid creature she is," Will said without thinking, and with a sudden frown the druid gestured. Before he could apologize Will found his feet bound to the grass by swiftly sprouting vines. They tugged at him until he was forced to sit, bound by dozens of finger-thick green runners. "Now, hold on," Will complained. "You have to admit it's pretty horrible to -" "Suddenly I am not sure I can trust you," the druid said. "I can't have it get out that Thistlefur can do that, and Hialfi doesn't need a verse of that damn song cropping up in which he humps my badger." Thistlefur roused as the druid patted her nape, and beady dark eyes looked Will over. He watched with mounting horror as the huge badger turned where she stood, the shadow of her narrow muzzle atop him being replaced by that of her long-furred rump. Will tugged at the vines and one might have loosened, but there was no time to free himself as the badger's wet sex descended. "Wait," Will said, then there was an awful squelch and everything went dark as the wet folds of the huge badger's pussy slid down over him to the elbows. Bound by the vines he couldn't even try to squirm to the side as she crouched, forcing her rump toward the ground and sending the slippery walls of her sex even further over him. He felt something pluck at his waist and realized the druid had snatched away his dagger and coin purse before they, and the rest of him, were consumed by the badger's hungry sex. He'd seen it happen twice now and wasn't surprised when the flesh around him vibrated to her purr. Her pussy rippled and squeezed and sucked him in. An entire horse had gone this way not an hour ago and then a fox cock half the size of Will's whole body and unlike that cock he was not anchored to a two-ton foxtaur strong enough to resist the pull. She was so strong that the vines anchoring him to the ground stretched and creaked and then they suddenly let go. Will cursed as he realized what had happened. Naturally the druid had canceled the spell so that his pet's sex could have its third meal of the day. Fourth, if you counted both matings with the foxtaur. The vines relaxed their grip but it was too late. He was past his rump in the enormous badger's sex and the sucking wetness of the walls squeezed his arms tight against his sides as rippling contractions of her vulva pulled him in. The green winding of vines went in with him, just roughage accompanying another fleshy meal for her hungry snatch. Big as the badger was there was a limit to the depth of her vulva and soon enough his face slipped out of it into a looser space - or one that would have been loose were it not stuffed full of horse. Perhaps it was the badger's womb or perhaps her stomach; it smelled like the latter, a hot acid stink, and Cinnamon's pelt had a greasy, partly dissolved feel to it as his face slid along it. And then there was the gallon or two of sloshing, salty goo. It filled every space in the tight fleshy pocket and Will squeezed his mouth and eyes shut to try to keep it out. Warm fox cum coated him like a second skin and the only good thing that could be said about it was that it offered a moment's protection from the acid. Soon enough it would be digested, and then it was his turn. With a long wet slurp the badger's sex ingested his legs and he was propelled the rest of the way into her womb. Squeezed in with his poor horse and the leavings of a happy foxtaur he found he could squirm about against the slick walls and softened skin of Cinnamon, but little more. The opening through which he entered had puckered shut and even if he'd found it, trying to crawl back out would just make the badger squirt him right back in. She hadn't shuddered as much this time so maybe she was finally sated, but he was still in the stinking innards of her body and the condition of Cinnamon's hide told him what would happen to him. All this because I went for a gallop, Will thought, and sank into the pulsing dark of fox cum, acid and horseflesh. The badger's heartbeat throbbed through the meat and fluid, slowing as she calmed, and he drifted gradually toward sleep as his skin at last began to tingle. "Who's a good badger," the druid cooed as he stroked Thistlefur's muzzle. Full and sated she had stretched out on her side, belly fat with her several meals and entirely relaxed. As he climbed atop her warm furry belly for a nap of his own, though, the druid sighed. It wasn't the first time he'd had to eliminate an innocent to keep his secrets. He'd gotten good at concocting explanations. He had a bag of bandit armor, so obviously he'd run into them on the road and, along with his loyal badger mount, managed to kill several. He'd relate when he sold the armor at the next town, and the word would spread. Without even mentioning the rider anyone trying to find the missing man would suspect the bandits. It was a good story and it would work, but he still had that nagging twinge of guilt. It also wasn't the first time something was accidentally sucked into Thistlefur's sex. The centaur he'd mentioned had humped a very willing Thistlefur in perfect safety...until that centaur had decided to fist her. It had seemed like a good idea to change her to be able to eat and digest people with her sex. It was a trick that had come in handy and was often amusing, but her hungry snatch did occasionally claim someone he didn't want to see eaten. It was just a horse this time, but that had ultimately led to a townsfolk's slimy digestive demise. "Keep your hands and feet away from the pussy," the druid muttered with a smile, and let himself be lulled to sleep by the slow gurgles emerging from his bed.