Mika and Var

By Strega

She was a cute little raccoon lady, just past four feet tall.  She was wide in the way those beast-people tended to be, broad of hip and ample of bosom, with sleek gray fur, darker hands (and presumably feet), an an adorable bandit-mask and white whiskers. Jared wasn't picky about his ladyfriends' species, the way some were; he wouldn't have minded seeing her across a dinner table, or dancing, or maybe even in a more private venue.  

Unfortunately at the moment he was lying tied up on the dirt floor of a tent, and six feet from the smiling praka-femme lay a feral wolverine bigger than both of them put together.  It was her mount, he knew, having seen her ride in on it earlier as he was dragged struggling into the camp.  The more anthropomorphic wolverines in the war band had questioned him briefly, and a foxwomen who was clearly a cleric had dressed his wounds neatly with bandages but not bothered to use magic to heal them.  Then they had left and a few minutes later the raccoon and her mount had joined him in the tent.

"Hi," she said brightly, and sat in a cloth camp chair a few feet away.  "I'm Mika, and this is my friend Var." She gestured carelessly at the wolverine, stripped of saddle but still wearing the leather harness that had held it on.  The wolverine stopped nibbling at the pads of its forepaw, glanced disinterestedly at Jared, then curled around itself and commenced licking its balls.  Mia giggled.

"Is your friend a gul," Jared grunted as he tried to find a comfortable spot on the rocky floor. "Or just a wolverine?"

"Oh, you know," Mika said.  "They say that sometimes it's hard to get a fine-bladed knife between the two.  Six of one, half dozen of the other."

Jared had heard that even feral-form gul could talk, but all Var was doing was cleaning itself. The beast's long sheath was sunk its its belly fur, not out in the open like a dog's, but as it licked its cock grew stiff and then Jared could see the shape of it. It was hung much better than he was and Jared looked away uncomfortably, ignoring the sloppy sounds of beastly licking.  He had other things to worry about.

"So, about your little bandit troop," the raccoon-lady said. She was dressed in a close-fitting riding outfit of drab green and brown cloth, with a dagger at her side and an assortment of pouches of various sizes. The lack of a bow led Jacob to think she was probably some sort of spellcaster.  Clearly she was a scout and even a scout riding a wolverine needed some way to defend herself.

"Why don't you go fuck yourself," he grunted.  "I didn't tell your wolverine-men anything and I'm not going to tell you."

"Don't be silly," she churred, not at all taken aback.  "Why should I fuck myself when I have Var here?"

The wolverine looked up alertly from its swollen sheath as its name was spoken and Jared grimaced.  He shouldn't have been surprised.  He was broad-minded about his lovers but this raccoon's was was broader.  

"Or maybe Var should fuck you," she said in the same conversational tone of voice, and Jared's eyes went wide as the bulky bear-like beast stood. A thick black tip bulges from its shaggy belly fur as it stepped closer and Jared got an unpleasantly close look at its endowment as it began to sniff at him.  The gul had stripped off his armor and there nothing between him and a foot-long wolverine cock but the linen of his breeches and negotiation.

"Now hold on," he said as he tried to squirm surreptitiously away from the looming beast.  It wasn't having any of that and pinned him to the dirt with a clawed forepaw.  It was bigger than he was and muscular as a tomcat under that shaggy fur. Jared could only watch past his shoulder as its fangs ripped away his linen shorts. It spat out the rags and stepped a forepaw to the far side of his rump, shaggy chestfur brushing his bare skin.  It was one pace of a hindpaw away from mounting him and the beast's already rank odor grew  stronger as it became more aroused.

"Hold on, let's talk," Jared said in a voice that even to him was faster and higher-pitched than before.  

"Var," Mika said, and the wolverine growled irritably and backed away.  It was out of sight now and Jared was nervously aware that it was sniffing his feet.

"Var prefers ladies anyway," the raccoon said.  "But he'll take what he can get. Now, about your little bandit band."

"There's Garik, he's a half ogre, he's the leader," Jared said.  "Nonce and Killi, they're bugbears, they are his lieutenants.  There's Wittik, a kobold who works for Garik.  Then there are six of us who do most of the hunting, myself, two new guys, and Vance, Lara and Gall.  Gall's a gnoll, the rest of us are -"

Jared stopped talking as the wolverine's jaws closed around his feet. He'd not been paying attention to the beast and his first warning that something terrible was happening was the scrape of fang and and the slurp of hot tongue against his instep. The fanged jaws closed loosely around his feet, the strong wet tongue gave them a push and Jared's eyes went wide as his feet slipped past the tightness at the back of the jaw into the wolverine's throat.

With his arms bound behind him and his ankles tied together there was no way to stop the beast's muzzle from sliding forward.  Slick hot gullet slid over his calves as the wolverine effortlessly began to swallow him.  Only the occasional painful scrape of a fang slowed it even momentarily and in seconds it was to his knees.

"Wait!  I have more!"  Jared kicked and thrashed, but he was as helpless as a beached fish. He'd heard some of the Maker's creatures could swallow people and now it was happening to him!

"It'll take him a couple of minutes to eat you," Mika said. "If you tell me enough before then, he'll cough you back up." She made a small but complicated gesture with her left hand and murmured a  series of syllables under her breath.  "There, just in case he's stubborn. A little spell to help me pull you back out."

With little friendship for his fellow bandits and all the incentive in the world Jared told her everything he knew, from the location of the bandit camps (they had three, all hidden and trapped), to the magic greatsword Garik had and the wand the kobold priest had looted from a caravan. All the while the wolverine's jaws were working their way over him, first sliding over his thighs as the beast pinned him to the ground with its forepaws and then stretching unnaturally wide to take in his rump. Jared's feet slid down the waiting throat, well lubricated by saliva, and pushed past a muscular obstruction in what had to be its stomach.  Caustic juices stung his toes and Jared began to talk even faster.

When his rump slipped past its fangs the beast stopped pushing its muzzle forward and simply swallowed.  A great rolling contraction of its throat muscles sucked him deeper, and so much of him was down its throat now that the peristaltic ripples of its gullet kept him moving. He was one long lump of food to the thing's body and it wanted all of it in its stomach, not half in and half out. Slick, hot throat skin slid over his hips and his hands, bound behind him, followed them into its gullet. The creaking disjointed jaws had no trouble taking him in and he slid in to the armpits, stopping only when the beast's fangs caught in the tough cloth of his tunic. It sat back and hoisted him upward, presenting him to its mistress face to face.

Half Jared's body was gripped by the thing's elastic throat and he couldn't move a muscle below his shoulders.  One more gulp and he would be gone so he put on his best pleading face.

"That's all I know!  Please, you promised!"

"Yes, it is," she churred.  "The spell I cast earlier was a truth-finder. But the penalty for banditry is death."

"You said you'd let me go!"

"I lied," she said a little sadly, and the wolverine's jaws lurched upward. The fang caught in Jared's tunic tore loose, leaving a long oozing scratch as it slipped up the back of his neck. The beast's stretched cheeks popped up over his shoulders, one on each side, and suddenly Jared felt the grip of upper and lower jaws atop his skull and beneath his chin. His chin sank into the fleshy tongue as the thing's muzzle gripped down around his face, and he stared for a moment past sharp yellow canines at the cute raccoon face.

It was not a bad last thing to see.  The wolverine stretched out its muzzle and Jared's shoulders slipped down its throat.  The jaws closed until there was just a sliver of light left and the natural tendency of its throat to squeeze food into its stomach meant it had only to sit there as he slid deeper.

It swallowed anyway.  There was a pop as its jaws rehinged and then a heavy, wet gulp he felt as much as heard. Its strong tongue pushed his forehead after the rest and the fanged cavity of its maw absorbed Jared's scream as it gulped him down.  It took just one great gulp and down he went, sliding down the slimy length of its gullet, though the creaking tightness of its ribs and finally, inch by inch, emerging into its stomach. 

Loose folds of fleshy belly expanded to accommodate him and Jared settled in relative comfort if you ignored the lack of air (and what there was stank of bile), the sweltering heat and the caustic juices that were already starting to consume him.  His exposed flesh stung, his feet, naked and exposed the longest, were burning as the skin softened, and what little clothing he had was already soaking through.  Maybe it would survive a trip through a wolverine's guts.  He wouldn't.

Squeezed into a pocket of slick flesh and with nothing to look forward to but suffocation and digestion Jared cursed.  None of this would have happened if Garik hadn't sent them raiding into the Maker's lands.  The troops were off training for the spring exercises, the ogre had reasoned.  They'd even done pretty well for a few weeks, looting a few isolated farms before the Maker's patrol showed up. He'd been out scouting when they got him and now here he was, the stomach of his opposite number's mount.

"I hope I'm not the last," Jared growled as the wet pulsing flesh closed in around him.  "I hope this fucking wolverine swallows every last one of you bastards."

He was relating the other awful things he wanted to happen to his bandit "friends", starting with the wolverine raping the bandit chief's kobold follower to death, when the beast vented the air it had swallowed. He was still ranting as he sank into wet, gurgling darkness and death.

Mika smiled as she wrote her report, for the sheer length and volume of Var's belches after a meal like this always amused her. The wolverine worked his jaws back into shape and sprawled out on his side, his belly swollen around a curled-up man. The struggle had already stopped and there would now be just the low gurgles of digestion as his belly dismantled the man into nutrients, fat and waste.

"A meal for you, one less bandit in the world. Always a good thing." 

Var burped his agreement. This method of questioning was effective as long as she used her magic to check for lies; some would say anything to avoid a trip through a wolverine's bowels, fabricating falsehoods or intentionally misleading her because they assumed (correctly) that no matter what they said the meeting would end in a belch.  If need be Mika would use stronger magic to read the truth from the bandit's mind, whose defenses would be weak from the horror of being swallowed alive. Only once in a dozen interrogations had it been necessary for Var to regurgitate his meal. It would have been embarrassing to explain that he'd eaten an innocent man, after all, and common Raise Dead spells weren't much use when all you had to cast them on was a pile of wolverine shit.

Var sat back up as she read the report to him, nodding as she went over the details. Only once did he hold up a claw, telling her that she'd gotten a detail wrong. Like most feral gul Var was as intelligent as his two-legged kin and able to speak.  He just preferred not to. His fangs and muzzle gave him a thick accent even for a gul and he'd rather not talk than repeat himself, so nine times out of ten he looked and acted like a trained animal rather than the thinking being he was. 

A few minutes later the volpa healer Villi appeared at the tent flap to collect the report.  She glanced at Var, not surprised but perhaps disappointed to see the bulge in the wolverine's middle. Villi shrugged, flicked her bushy tail and headed back to the captain's tent without saying a word. 

With her duty accomplished Mika stripped for bed, which in this remote camp was simply a few thick woolen blankets on a piece of ground cleared of rocks. Var, fat with his meal, was already stretched out on the blankets. 

But she wouldn't sleep just yet. His ears perked up when her little clawed hand slid over his furry balls onto his sheath, and if his arousal had faded after the show earlier it was quick to return. Var rolled onto his back, finding as expected her hips above his muzzle.  A powerful tongue was put to use for other things than swallowing a man and he lifted his muzzle to follow her as she draped herself over the lumpy bulge of his belly.  The shape of the man was easily felt even though muscle and fur but she ignored it, crawling over him until she reached her objective.

There were prakafemmes who could mate with gul, but Mika wasn't one of them. Those were mostly older femmes, loosened by childbirth, or their lovers were on the smaller side. Neither was the case here and Var was far too well hung for any conventional mounting.

So they settled for the next best thing. Mika strained her jaws wide, not able to disjoint them like Var but able, just barely, to work them over his cock. Var growled his approval as his shaft slipped into her throat, his panting hot on her sex as he put his tongue to good use beneath her tail.

Var could swallow her rump-first with no difficulty but she thrust her sex eagerly into his jaws, just as he trusted her to maneuver her fangs and claws around his tender cock. He'd lick her to climax, she'd swallow wolverine seed, and afterward they'd curl up together on the blankets.

Some would say it was a bad idea to have a partner and lover in one, that it was best to cultivate no friendships with fellow soldiers. Her job could be intensely stressful, though, especially when she had to talk to someone she knew Var was going to eat, and it was a great comfort to have a lover to take her mind off it.  That the difference in species meant he couldn't get her pregnant, even assuming they found a way for him to fit, was just a bonus.