AnimaSkunkette meets Zane!

You page-pose, "Zane scuttles up and sniffs at ya! (Well, not really, but he would). "What do you think a good place to meet would be? Not public, I think."" to Anima

\|/ In a page-pose to you, Badger clucks quietly..

In a page-pose to you, Anima ponders, "I'm not sure, it's been awhile since I've been here, actually... I wonder if anyone's at the club...hold on.

In a page-pose to you, Anima smiles, "My outdoor series of rooms is fine, isn't it?"

You page-pose, "Zane scuttles up and sniffs atcha. "Ew! Stinky!" he giggles and runs off." to Badger

You page, "Your place is fine." to Anima.

MEETME: Anima would like you to join them. Please respond with

MEETME: "mjoin Anima" or "meet Anima" to go to their location,

MEETME: or "mdecline Anima" turn down the request.

meet anima

Zane male mink

Anima female Skunk

Anima looks up at you, then quickly back down at her paws, her fluffy cheeks tinged red. As you take in the shy skunkette standing before you, a few things immediately jump out as unique. Her tail for one thing, a massive flowing arch of silky fur quite nearly the size of its owner, just begs to be cuddled! Also, Anima's a lil chubby. Not *fat* really, she just has some extra padding. Her belly, black with a broad white stripe running down it from her chin, is gently rounded out beneath the simple white silk robe she wears. Her hips and (you guess) her thighs are also soft and thick. Perhaps this is the source of her shyness? She's a lil plush?

The lovely skunk raises her gaze again a few moments later, and this time you note the color: Jade green. Aside from patches of white on her cheeks and the start of that stripe running from her chin down, her face is all black. Fluffy, feather-soft looking fur ruffles very gently in the air currents of the room. Curling her massive tail around in front of her, she kneads it self-consciously, offering you a shy smile.

Anima crouches behind a flaming orange and red treee shrub, peering over the top.

+++++ Anima just looked at you!

Zane comes scuttling out of the woods, and skids to a halt as he senses something. Leaves crunch under his little half-webbed paws, and his dark little eyes peer around. He doesn't see anything, or anyone, and after a moment he shrugs sinuously. "Hee. Silly." Still, he stays where he is, looking around as though deciding where to go next.

Anima hmmms, watching. If you continue along that path, you'll step into the winter environment...which would certainly offer better concealment for the skunky, given her coloration. She scoops up a hefty stone, and lobs it in an arc that places it in some leaves behind you, making a lil racket.

Zane whirls around in place, sending leaves flying with his tail, and scuttles toward the sound. He lets out an inquisitive chirp, then stops again. His attention span only seems to be about five seconds, and a moment later he's sniffing. It's not you he smells - the wind is wrong - but rather woodsmoke, and he turns and scuttles (there's no other word for it) past your bush in the direction of the smell.

Anima hmmms, and follows, first carefully climbing a tree to get above the path. She slips into the next environment, chuckling as a plan takes shape. She has a small cabin hidden from view somewhere up here, where she can get what she needs.

Anima has left.

Zane comes scurrying into the cold, and skids to a halt yet again as his breath fogs. Blinking confusedly, he looks around, but all he has to do it fluff out his fur and the chill is no longer a problem. There's still no sign of the smoke-source, but the tracks catch his attention, and he zips over to sniff at them.

[Anima] A heavy perfume, pleasant nevertheless, perhaps worn to disguise

Anima smiles, lobbing a number of stones here and there, creating several pockets of disturbance you may wish to investigate, as well as frightening a squirrel that must've crossed over from the forest. With that, she carefully makes her way through the trees to her cabin, and snatches up materials.

You whisper, "Is the cabin in the 'continue' direction?" to Anima.

Anima whispers, "Anima blushes, there's no cabin. Just assume it's somewhere around here...not visible through the trees." to you.

Zane zips back and forth, engaged with the noises, and the squirrel in question barely makes it up the tree ahead of him. He chirps in disappointment - apparently not willing to go up after it - but then he's sniffing at the ground. It looks like he's found one of the rocks that you threw, and he looks up suspiciously. "Is not nuts fallin'. OK, who's playin'?"

Anima chuckles to herself, ears flicking as she hears you scampering about. She's stringing nets up along a sort of pine corridor, where two trees grew too close together. There's no easy way to go but between them, and that's what she's counting on you to do. Dusting her paws off, she grins, then reaches into the cage she brought from the cabin. There's a rabbit pelt inside...or is it a plushie? At any rate, she attaches it to a line, and casts it in your direction, into a snowbank. The ears show...that's about it. Scurrying with her end of the line, she slips up another tree, digging into the bark with her claws for toeholds. Then, she starts reeling her bunny in...

Zane hears the rabbit thump down and spins in place, catching sight of the thing just as it 'leaps' out of the snow. "Ah-ha!" He bounds off after the thing, chirping happily. "Issa little bunny playin' with the minkie! Hee, hee...see if he ge' a minkie-fur coat f' his trouble!" The 'bunny' leaps over the snow, and the mink is right after. He didn't take quite the path you expected, but the lure leads him toward the trap anyway, and he's far too excited to notice the thin cords until he leaps headlong right into a net.

Anima smiles as the nets funnel you right into...what the?! your momentum carries you through the collar of some kind of machine! She leaps down from the tree with a crash, and slaps the switch! Your body is tractored into the roaring steel guts of the thing, and spat out the other end...wrapped in a net so firmly you can barely move your paws. It...it's a Christmas tree wrapper...

You whisper, "You mean a Christmas present wrapper?" to Anima.

Anima whispers, "Anima shakes her head, "I'm not sure if you've ever seen one. When we cut down a Christmas tree down here, the staff at the farm stuff it into one of these things. It binds the tree tightly enough to compress all its branches and such, so you can presumably better tie it to the roof of your car. With a long slinky mink, I figured this would work purrfectly. |)" to you.

You whisper, "Ah, yes, I know what those are." to Anima.

Anima whispers, "Anima giggles." to you.

Zane shrieks as he's sucked into the thing and minkhandled, rolled and packaged, but by the time he shoots out the far side he's giggling. He lands in the snow wrapped in net, wiggling around like a grounded fish. "Hee, hee, hee...is funny. Can lemme ou' now." He can move his head easily enough, and he bends it to and fro as he tries to get a look at who's played this trick on him.

You page-pose, "Zane scuttles up an' sniffs atcha. "Hi!"" to Ashentaine

From afar, Ashentaine mind-sends to you: "Awwwww! It's a minkie! *Snuggles*"

Anima crunches through the snow towards you, throwing off the parka she'd donned against the cold here. "Hi there minky! Did you like that lil run around?" She grins, crouching next to the bundle of you. "I could hardly believe my luck, when I spotted you today. I mean, the normal minkies taste nice and squirm wonderfully, but one *your* size...."

You page-pose, "Zane rubs his stinky fur against you. "Issa minkie all netted up by a skunkette. I thin' this mink wi' have a new fur coat soon."" to Ashentaine

From afar, Ashentaine mind-sends to you: "Oh no! Minkie is gonna be all gone! :o"

You page-pose, "Zane giggles! "He'll be back, eve' after visitin' the insides of a skunkie."" to Ashentaine

Zane blinks up at you innocently, and makes as if to paw you, but his claws are caught in the net. "Taste? Bu' minkies are stinky! And we taste real bad...well, the li'l ones do. Why wou' ya wanna eat a minkie?" He looks back and forth, seeing if there's anyone else around. "Is' a joke, right?"

You page, "Come on ICQ a minute. : 3" to Ashentaine.

Anima grins, and pats the warm bulk of you. "Noooo, no joke. I wouldn't go through this much trouble for a joke...well, prolly not. Anyways, I don't think minkies stink! Of course...coming from me, that doesn't mean a whole lot, does it?" She winks, and swishes her huge luxurious tail. "Now, I'm gonna gobble you down like a minky burrito! If you're cold at all, no worries, you'll be nice an warm soon." She runs her paws over her prize appreciatively, chuckling...her soft pink tongue caressing her lips. "Such a fine minky..."

Zane's eyes turns back to point at you, and he looks you over with little darts of his muzzle. "Oooh, din' look b'fore. You is a noice skunkie. I been wi' a skunky-ette once, ga my paws 'roun' her waist an' then..." He giggles, completely oblivious to his approaching skunk-ification. "She was real nice, but skunks don' ea' minkies. Na ones yer size."

You page, "It's called 'labrus character sketch' if you lose it." to Ashentaine.

From afar, Ashentaine mind-sends to you: "Good pic! Excellent. :)"

You page, "I have a few problems with it, as usual. The wolvie is slightly too large, though maybe it's just a small Cougar, and the wolvie's neck doesn't show up very well." to Ashentaine.

Anima giggles, slipping around to the rear end of the mink bundle. "I imagine skunks don't usually skip around winter forests setting traps either, or sleep with bunny plushies, mmm?" She grins, and begins cutting the net from you, a strand at a time, nuzzling your soft tail with a murrrrrrrrrr of delight. "No, I'm more than appearances would indicate," She murmurs conversationally, as she rubs your tail over her face, cuddling it to her cheek fondly.

From afar, Ashentaine mind-sends to you: "I like large. :)"

You page, "He's about Copperblood-sized. : 3" to Ashentaine.

From afar, Ashentaine mind-sends to you: "Yay!"

Zane kicks his hindpaws as you almost, but don't quite, let them loose. "Y' loo' jus' like any skunky-ette woul'. Is cute!" He giggles, but he's a little less certain than he was a minute ago. "You is na really goin' to eat me, are ya? I s'pose is possible, I mean, I can swallow pretty big things an' you are bigger'n me." His tail is genuinely stinky! Not just from his anal glands, but the fur itself is oily and coarse.

You page, "Strega would still welcome a visit with that big wolvie. I -know- you like to mount things, and he could drag her around by the scruff first. : 3; >" to Ashentaine.

You page, "The the tongue OK? I have trouble drawing tongues." to Ashentaine.

From afar, Ashentaine mind-sends to you: "I really like it a lot."

Anima hardly seems to notice the scent, (or murrhaps it reminds her of home.) She slips it between her lips, salivating heavily already, and slowly pulls the bundle towards her. Your hindlegs are seized in each of her paws, the warm leathery pads rough enough to give her a fairly good grip! She grins, and quickly tugs you closer, eager to begin. Murrrrrrrrrrrrr...

You page, "Good. The shading made it stand out." to Ashentaine.

From afar, Ashentaine mind-sends to you: "Oh, they just released the embroidering skill in DR. Yay!"

Zane's eyes go wide as he realizes that you're serious! At once he starts to wriggle and thrash, twisting like an eel. He can't get any paws against the ground, 'cos he's a minkie-sausage in a net skin, but he's very strong and wiggly. "No! No, no, no! Is' na right f' a skunkie ta eat a minkie! I don' eat skunkies!"

You page, "So you can embroider your name into things?" to Ashentaine.

From afar, Ashentaine mind-sends to you: "There are patterns. Like guild patterns, and all types of animals."

From afar, Ashentaine mind-sends to you: "It just opened up. I can't get logged in to get to the shop and buy the supplies, yet. *Screams*"

Anima giggles around your tail, feeling the tickly tip of it slide into her throat. First one hindleg, then the other, are levered up and jammed into her mouth. Her jaw dislocates easily, suspiciously so, virtually transforming her into a straight throat-shot from lips backwards. She suckles on you fiercely, sliding her tongue teasingly between your hindlegs, as they're pressed tightly together and pulled into her gullet. Her paws aid her tremendously where her throat muscles fail, pulling and yanking and so forth, snipping off netting as her body takes over mink-containment duties. MurrrrrrrRRRRrrrr...

Zane goes from fear to outright panic as his paws are shoved into your muzzle, because he -felt- your jaws dislocate and knows now that you're perfectly capable of swallowing him. His feet kick hard against your tongue, but your hands keep him from dragging them out, and then your gullet grips down as you swallow hungrily. "Eeeeeek!" He wriggles around, bending completely double and doing a full twist, and tries to bite your knees and groin with his webbed-shut little muzzle. "Quitit! I don' wanna skunkie-fur coat!"

Anima knees your muzzle to nudge you out long-wise again, smiling around your haunches. She soaks your lower belly with her drool, dragging you against her tongue, pulling you with a great grunt of effort further into her maw. Her breath steams into the air from her nose, making her look slightly locomotive-like as she gobbles your hindparts!

Zane wriggles pitifully as his rump slips into your maw, and kicks again. But by now his tail and hindlegs are stretched out in your throat, squeezed rhythmically as you swallow. Your tongue tastes the little mink's rank bellyfur, feels he dark-furred ballsac and the nearly buried sheath, but what would be an exciting contact at any other time doesn't arouse him at all. "No, no, no." he almost chants it, snapping his bound muzzle back to try to bite you as his rump is squeezed into your throat. "I is all oily! You'll be sorry!"

You whisper, "Oh, Morgoth ate Zane once too. Morphic wolverine, Kalidah's and Ashe's son." to Anima.

Anima's heart throbs against your legs, the tight hot muscle gripping them undulating slowly as the skunky gulps another few inches of you. Her paws stroke along your sides when she isn't yanking you deeply, trying to calm you a little, even as she devours your squirming length. Mmmmmmmmmmmm.... Her musk rises about us as the situation inflames her, warm droplets of skunkette honey dropping to the snow beneath her bent legs. "MMMMmmmmmmm..." Is her only response, as she feels mink tummy slipping down her gullet. Your hindfeet bump her stomach's entrance...a soft fleshy valve that gives way eagerly.

Anima whispers, "Anima hmmms, laughing. "Is that the only thing you've done with Morgoth? I would've thought Strega'd be all over him." to you.

You whisper, "She only got to meet him once. Blew him, but then her prey instincts got out of control and she called in Zane to pinch-hit for her." to Anima.

Zane screams again, less able to wiggle now as half of him fills your gullet. He knows what's happening, knows what his feet have run into, because he's been this route before a few times, and he's dispatched a few furs to his belly much the same way you are dispatching him! "You is not hungry!" He butts his nose against your plump belly. "You is just doing this 'cos you wanna feel me wiggle dow' yer throat! You're mean!" He jerks and struggles, and if you hadn't netted him you'd be clawed and bitten, but he's just a minkie sausage, all too easy to gulp down.

Anima whispers, "Anima chuckles." to you.

You whisper, "Was that chuckle because of the pinch-hit thing or because of the pose?" to Anima.

Anima is quite glad for that netting, at this point, and continues to trim it off as she mercilessly gulps you down. She can hardly argue your accusations, but does absently pat her belly...feeling your legs slip down into the moist, slimy sac of flesh. She embraces you finally, as if we were wrestling, and sprawled out on her plush front in the snow, grips your shoulders and hauls you back into herself, grunting with the stretching this is putting her through...melting quite a bit of snow back there between her legs. MurrrrrRRRrrrr...

Anima whispers, "Anima smiles, "Both." to you.

Zane chirps unhappily as your fangs scrape his back and chest, not hurting him but letting him know just how far you've taken him in even though he can't see it very well now. Gulps squeeze his rump and chest rhythmically, tugging him down the smooth food-pipe, and every time he starts to hang up your hands start him going again. He's deep enough now that your gulps alone are pulling him in, breastbone-deep in skunkette, and it's getting a little hard to breathe with gullet tight around his chest. "I is na gonna f'get this! You swallow me up, you spit up alla mink-fur an' d'gest the rest, bu' I is na gonna f'get! I'll be back an' I'll get you!"

You page-pose, "Zane scuttles up an' sniffs atcha. "Ooooh."" to Berios

Berios pages, "Hi, cutie!" to you.

Berios pages, "wutcha doing?" to you.

You page, "Being gobbled up by a skunkie. : 3" to Berios.

Berios pages, "oooh..." to you.

Anima chuckles, and pats you condescendingly (or affectionately?) on your head. Her seductive, deadly heat creeps up over your upper back...your lower parts curling into the cozy curve of her stomach. She plants a paw right on your chin and shoves you down deeper, her breasts heaving with the effort. Sitting back up, she tilts her head back, preparing for the last few swallows...

Anima whispers, "Anima murrs, would you like to use my bellyroom?" to you.

Zane's neck slips into your jaws, his rump and belly into your gut, and the mink's little head peers fearfully out of your jaws. He can feel the throat constricting around him as you prepare to finish your meal, and he gasps in deep breaths as though somehow that'll save him. Or maybe it's just instinct. He's quiet except for that gasping, but he's still wiggling strongly, making your belly and throat deform and bulging you out in odd places. Feet freed of the net, he tries to get a foorhold in your stomach, and stretches up straight, trying to make it impossible for you to swallow him.

Anima removes the last of the net from your muzzle just as she lunges forward, snapping up the rest of you. Then, grasping the bulges she guesses are your forepaws, she *forces* you down into her stomach, fighting against your own strength and this stiffening trick. You don't have much purchase on the slimy lining of her stomach, and the inevitable happens; your slip, and your body slithers down into her stomach, followed by a big load of saliva. Leaning back against a tree trunk, she sighs with deep content, swallowing a lil air and fingering herself... "Lovely minky...tho, I want some cocoa after that oil. Definitely worth it tho." She grins, and groaning with the effort, heaves herself to her feet, waddling back towards the cabin so she can enjoy her swallowed guest in comfort...and murrhaps sleep him off for a week.

Zane's feet slip, and he gives a despairing wail as he slips into your throat. The gulp washes down over his cheeks, and he falls into your belly in one long slide, curling up smoothly against the slippery walls. He's still not still, but wriggles and noses in the hot dark, trying to find his way back out. He must know he can't, but panic takes over, and you have a violently wiggling belly while his air holds out.

Anima groans, clutching handfuls of her tummy flesh as she pads through the snow. At last, exhausted, she stumbles into her cabin and slams the door against the rising wind outside. Flopping over into her bed, she curls around her belly, stroking her occupant with slow, gentle passes of her paws. "Murrrrrrrrrrr...how's it feel in there, dear?" She chuckles, murmuring against the bloated curve of her abdomen.

You whisper, "I'd appreciate it if you'd belch next pose. : 3" to Anima.

Anima whispers, "Anima giggles, kay." to you.

Anima drops Towel.

Anima whispers, "Anima forgot. :) feedanima" to you.

feedanima

Belly

Anima's stomach really isn't the worst spot to be, really. Dark, yes. You can't see your paw/hand an inch in front of your face. So, deprived of sight, your other senses will have to suffice. A thick, warm layer of mucus coats the inner surface of your fleshy prison, soaking and coating you as you lie in it. It's around 100 degrees in here, keeping you *quite* warm and cozy. The flesh pressing in on you from all directions ripples from time to time, like a brief and gentle hug from the one who's eaten you. Your ears convey the biological sounds of your 'host,' everything from heartbeat to the assorted noises the creature's last meal makes as it is processed. That reminds you again of your situation... The only way out of here is to <digest> Trust Anima though, you'll come out of this okay. Somehow.

Zane's struggles grow less violent as he tires, and finally he's shivering, almost still. He can take the heat for a little while, even with his thick fur, but he used up a lot of air, he's losing the will to fight. Finally he gasps out a huge held breath, spasms once, and relaxes inside you. For the moment he's only unconscious, but he's slipping rapidly into shock and death, a hundred pounds of wiggly mink become just a lump of meat and bone to be digested. Just another meal.

Zane would have sicced Ripper on you after he passed away had you not had to go. : 3

|Outside|Anima belches, a great loud rolling exhalation, moist and warm... She blushes, covering her mouth with her paw. Murrrrrrr... She pats her tummy and grins. "Well minky sir, thank you very much for dinner... "

In a page-pose to you, Anima ohs, and doesn't have to go, I just wanted to reform Zane if I might, set him loose in the woods again to catch sometime. Free range mink!

Zane twitches, finally expiring, and then there's a glow in the hot dark. Runes in his narrow collar glow crimson, and there's the feeling of heat against the bellywall. And the the necklet is gone, magicked away. By whom? To where? The mink remains, though.

You page, "Sounds good." to Anima.

You page, "Even if you don't reform him he'll be back, but I have no objection." to Anima.

|Outside|Anima summons up a mink-sized lump of stored, ethereal energy, and crafts it to match the contents of her tummy... Then, gently scooping the dormant mind and soul from the mink's unconscious form, she reattaches them inside the new mink, who lays at the foot of her bed. When all is reset, your chest expanding and dropping once more, she playfully prods you with her foot.

Anima smiles, murrrring softly.

Anima pets the minky, smiling. "Now, you need to be more careful chasing rocks! You ran right into a tree and blacked out!"

Zane blinks, and leaps to his paws...and away from you. "You!" he glares, instantly aware of the enormous bulge in your middle, and that it's -him- in there, feeding you with his very body. "You ate me! You meanie! All so you could poke y'r fingers inta you and churr!" He can't keep a straight face at that line, and starts giggling.

You whisper, "Did you tamper with my memories?" to Anima.

Anima whispers, "Anima thinks she's just hoping you'll figure it's a dream... :)" to you.

Anima feigns confusion, blushing. "What are you talking about? My, my belly..." She strokes it softly, "I just eat too many...nuts and berries and bugs, that's all... You must've been having a nightmare! How could a skunky my size eat something big and strong like you?"

Anima urps again, and claps a paw over her mouth. "D, darn stored berries!"

Zane glares at your belly again. Despite your somewhat-ample padding, there's an incriminating bulge there shaped remarkably like a curled-up hundred-pound mink. "Berries shaped juuuuust li' a minkie!" He giggles!

Anima blushes fiercely, and pulls the quilt up over herself. "Ookay! So I ate you! Can you blame a poor lonely skunkie, all alone in the woods, too plump to chase most things that wriggle nicely?" She sniffles, nosing the edge of the quilt softly, hiding her smile.

qmorph bigmink

>> You quietly morph to 'giant mink'.

Zane's neckfur ripples, and there's a glimmer as his collar returns. Wherever it went, it's back now, and he cants his head to the side as though listening to something. "Yes, yes..." He looks down at your tail near his forepaws, then up at you past your round belly. "Yes, master." His eyes narrow, the black orbs becoming slits of obsidian. "My maker says ta say," He puts a webby forepaw on your knee, and that paw is suddenly MUCH MUCH bigger as runes in his collar glow crimson, "He don' blame ya one little bit." All of a sudden the cabin is STUFFED full of mink, taking up all the space that you and the bed don't. His bulk blocks the door shut, the window, even the cold hearth.

You whisper, "Hee, hee. It's hard to not be a pred. : 3" to Anima.

+++++ Zane just looked at you!

Zane is a giant non-morphic mink with dark brown, almost black fur. His fur is very thick and silky, with a fluffed-out tail about 6' long attached to his 15' head and body. His webby forepaws look kinda handlike, but other that he's just a minkie. Most likely he's zipping around on all fours, but it looks like he could probably waddle along a little uncomfortably on two feet, using his tail as a rest. If he did he'd be about 15 feet tall. He's about 54" at the shoulder, and probably weighs about a ton. A golden collar as thick as a man's knee circles his neck, with no sign of a release.

Anima blinks slowly, then eeps! and slips beneath the covers, shutting out the BIG minky!! "Nonononononono," She whimpers, her cheeks flushed. Wondering if she might be able to escape now that you take up the whole cabin and likely can't move well, she dives off the bed, and tries rolling beneath the bed! She gets stuck... -,-

Zane's partly-webbed forepaws grab your knees, claws between 'thumb' and 'fingers' crossing over your fur, and the enormous mink heaves himself around as you're dragged out from under the bed. "Is' funny, sometimes I don' mind bein' eaten. Sometimes is' almost as goo' as bein' on toppa a skunkette." There isn't a lot of room to move in here now, but he drags you in under his belly, and your tail flattens against his chest as your rump leads the way toward his groin. "Sometimes is' even exciting. Makes me WAN' a skunkette."

You whisper, "Might not quite fill up every cubic inch of cabin. There's only a ton of mink here now. : 3" to Anima.

Anima whimpers! scrabbling at the floor! She has no idea how big minks are down...there...normally, but you're almost guaranteed to be big enough to split her open at this size! Her tail flags, and she sprays you heftily, her eyes clenched tightly shut!

Anima whispers, "Anima giggles, "Only a ton..." to you.

You whisper, "Well, 2100 pounds, plus what you an' little me weighed, pretty soon. : 3" to Anima.

Anima whispers, "Anima giggles." to you.

Zane convulses as the spray fills the room, his head slams into the ceiling hard enough that the planks crack. He lets out a great gasping sound, and one paw lets go a knee so you flop nearly free under him. But that's all the effect it has; mink-spray is, if anything, nastier than skunk, and he gets a dose of that every time he threatens someone. Your rump hits the floor hard as just the one paw holds you, and you get a glimpse of...it: a bulge along his belly, and a three-INCH-thick pointed red tip. "Hooouch! Stinky!"

In a page-pose to you, Berios snuggles ya

You page, "Now the tables is turned and I is gonna eat a skunkie. : 3" to Berios.

Berios pages, "wow.. :)" to you.

Berios pages, "I didnt know innocent little Zane ate folks :)" to you.

Anima whines! eyes wide! and dives for the door desperately, her tail flickering from side to side in a manner meant to distract you from her actual body. Her claws scrabble noisily on the wood floor, her eyes wide with terror! "Noooooooooo!" She cries, her loins aching just from the glimpse of that monster. She's had bigger...but...that was always with a lover, someone who took their time. Not a monster-mink with a balance to settle! EEP!

Berios pages, "cute lil minkie" to you.

You page, "He doesn't very often. And minkies can be hungry little things." to Berios.

Zane's remaining paw doesn't slip an inch from your thigh, but you just reach the door. Only to discover that the mink's shoulder is against it, and a ton of mink keeps the door from moving more than a millimeter as you tug desperately at the handle. He giggles, disturbingly loudly now, and the second forepaw grabs your tail right above the root. "You is so fat now...fat wi' minkie...bu' ya smell jus' li' a minkie-femme now. We is stinky, too." One heavy tug of his paws and your ass thumps against his oily bellyfur, and you can -feel- that slippery tip moving against your rump as he gets into position.

You page, "But usually Zane just scuttles around and is cute, yes." to Berios.

In a page-pose to you, Berios nods :)

Anima moans despairingly, hoping she's still still slick enough from earlier to ease this... Her netherlips swell and quiver despite her terror, the skunky a very sensual creature, even when her mind has gone bye bye. Tail brushing slowly along your belly, her face buried in her arms, the skunky waits to be spitted on the monstrous fleshy rod, her belly tightening around the old you. All this for a meal?! She may well stick to berries and nuts after this! *THEY* don't have killer cocks! |)

Zane pulls you up by your tail, practically lifting you off the floor, and then thumps you down again...right onto that tip! The pointed, fleshy thing bores into you, stretching your labia around itself, and with one hefty shove of both forepaws you're forced onto a full foot of the massive organ. Your legs go to either side of his hindpaws, almost doing the splits, and a broad minkish muzzle comes down to nip at your nape as you're impaled. "HHhhhh. Jus' li' a minkie-femme. My minkie-femme."

Anima YELPS! as she's impaled, her jaw hanging open to let her tongue loll...the skunkie's silken insides rippling squishily along the length you've stuffed into her. Your tip hasn't hit bottom yet...and you haven't split her yet...though she is rather well-stretched around your member! Her belly gurgles and churns, her entire middle quivering and shifting gently as her stomach massages digestive enzymes into the mink within. This never fails to arouse her, and moaning in shamed excitement, she rocks back against your shaft...thick drops of her sex honey rolling down her legs.

Zane hunches up over you arch-backed, powerful haunches helping to drive still more cock into you, and then the mink is humping rapidly. Your unnatural stretchiness keeps you from splitting open around the enormous mink schlong, but he hammers as much as will fit in violently. There's nearly two feet of the swollen organ, and he shoves in every centimeter he can without ripping you in half as his fangs nip your scruff hard. With your leags spread, his forepaws on your shoulders, and his fangs in your nape, there is just no direction to squirm for escape; the mink has you, and he uses you fiercely.

Anima shrieks into her arm, muffling the sound as you take her. At about the foot and a half mark, you've penetrated her womb, and when you get every bit of yourself in, you're bottoming out against the soft, pulpy lining of her womb...a wall which bulges, pressed on from the other side by her full stomach. In a strange way, you're yiffing yourself... Her cunny makes lewd squishes and squelches, each of your thrusts sending gouts of warm cream spurting from her, as there's no other place for it to go, with such a massive LOG of cock plowing through her! She can hardly use her muscles on such a thick object, though she tries, her belly rocking and sloshing as you take her. At least her scruff is nice and thickly furred...

Zane hisses in time with his humping, little rasping growls of passion as breath gusts hot over your nape. He -does- like skunkettes, though the few he's encountered have been around the size to wrap his normal-sized forepaws around, about the right size to fit a narrow seven-inch mink cock into. -You- scared him, got him angry, and his BigMinkie shape responded to that fear and rage. Like an aroused Hulk he -takes- what he wants, pinning you helpless and filling you full of oversized mink cock, pumping it in out as the long musteline progession towards ejaculation ticks along. He tugs at your scruff, then lets go, and the foul carnivore breath washes over your cheeks as he fits his broad muzzle over your head from above.

Anima whimpers, hot salty tears on your tongue. She has no assurances this isn't the end of her sweet skunky life, and decides that if she has to go, there are one or two worse ways to do it... At least she's serving a purpose after all! Fertilizer... She squirms on your cock, muscles tensing as she cums, slippery flesh clenching desperately at your shaft! Her womb ripples gently, convulsing lightly as pleasure mingles with the discomfort your over-sized cock causes. She winces at the stink of your breath, knowing that scent is only going to grow as she descends.

Zane's forepaws shift from your shoulders as the fanged maw encompasses your head. They thump to the floor to either side of your breasts, tight enough to trap one arm and hold your torso still, and even as he keeps humping, the dark-furred minkish muzzle covers your head. You fit inside easily, forehead pushed down by the sloppy-wet tongue, and that muscular member gives you a push that sends your muzzle and cheeks down into his throat. Tight wet gulletskin slides up to flatten whiskers and ears, and he eases his muzzle farther between his forelegs, devouring you in a rather distracted manner as his rump goes out its violently pleasant business. He hasn't even -begun- to approach his orgasm, for all that you've clenched around him already.

Anima's orgasms arrive in shortening intervals, exhausting her, but stoking a small core of pleasure in her belly which she grasps desperately, the only sane thing about this experience, erotic pleasure. She whines into your dark tunnel of a throat, dreading/anticipating the slide down its hot chute. Her tail twitches about from side to side, as she clenches around you again, more goo dripping from her inflamed sex petals. Oooooooooooh...

Zane's fangs scrape your neckfur from above and below as the mink gathers himself for another gulp, sending your entire head into his loose neckfur. It's an effortless movement, as though he were swallowing a mouse, far easier than even your consumption of his small mink body. You swallowed him in minutes, gifted him with a warm digestive fur coat, but this enormous mink could dispatch you to his middle in one rapid head-jerking gulp if he weren't so occupied with riding your sex. Your shoulders slip into his gullet, and heavy rapid pulse in hot dark becomes your world, that and the endless thrusting. The sound of mink-tail thumping the wall is gone now, but any passerby would have to wonder 'what shakes that little cabin so'?

You whisper, "And anyone who peeked in the door would probably follow you down my throat. : 3" to Anima.

Anima whispers, "Anima starts singing 'love shack'" to you.

Anima reaches up to pry weakly at your lips, her fingers limp and nearly useless as her current position cuts off some of the blood flowing to them. Her sex squishes sloppily around your shaft, her groin and thighs muskily saturated with our liquids (I'm assuming there's some pre?) She noses about in your throat, about the only thing she can do, gasping for breath in the fetid darkness.

Anima whispers, "Anima hmms, "The skunky's ass would be a lot tighter if you wanted to get your mink-rocks off sooner, but it would definitely hurt, and you wouldn't be able to thrust in as far as you are now." to you.

You whisper, "Maybe when Ripper pounces you. ; 3" to Anima.

Anima whispers, "Anima eeps!" to you.

Zane's gullet clenches down, one great hungry gulp pulling you in to the elbows, and suddenly your arms are almost pinned to your sides. Not that it would have mattered. As the mink feeds, he curls in on himself more and more, and his still-humping rump forces you into his jaws as though it were a ramrod. He -still- hasn't climaxed, but he's beginning to tense at last, and copious volumes of precum drip from your abused snatch as his jaws begin to spread over your rounded belly. You haven't had time to fully digest the little mink, making this an act of self-cannibalism, but the mink doesn't care. He works his maw around himself, shivers, and warm lust gathers in his balls as his orgasm approaches.

Anima's orgasms are a constant surge now through her body, her innards seeming to all quiver and clutch at you at once. Her liquid pressure grows to the point where, when your cock swells enough to completely cut off her flow, some is forced down into your wicked shaft...seeping into the passages within your organ. She whimpers in bliss as orgasm blots out everything else...letting her forget what's going on for a moment, and wantonly grind herself back against your sheath and balls... Her stomach gurgles rudely, still wobbling and churning gently as its scooped into your jaws.

Zane's fangs scrape over your fat belly, and the smaller mink inside seems to shift and wriggle as he's squeezed. He's barely softened, hours away from being digested enough to prompt your first visit to the outhouse, and the lithe little form inside you twitches. But he's dead, passed away, and instead of passing -him- as you'd expected, in the next day or so, you and he will pass together from the enormous mink. The brute tenses, shudders as his jaws pinch your middle, and lets out a choked growl as muscles lock up in his haunches. Spasming belly and thighs squeeze him into a tight arch, and a great gush of hot semen squirts into you as the thrust sends you into the mink's throat past your hips.

Anima's womb fills brim-ful before your cum squirts out around your shaft, the skunky feeling like a hot-water bottle as she plunges down your slimy gullet! She stretches out her arms ahead of her, stretching your gullet to do so, and slips easily down into your core...her fat belly making a distinct bulge in your thick throatfur.

Anima whimpers almost silently, crossing her toes, and hoping her end is quick. Mink-droppings...what an ignoble end! She has time for a snort of laughter for thinking such a thing as death looms. Weird skunkie.

Zane grunts and hisses, thrusting as he spurts, and each ramrod-thrust of throbbing mink cock wedges you deeper into his gullet. If you weren't so caught in bony jaws and tight throat the massive ejaculation could have launched you into the air, but instead it shoots you into his throat. The small bulge in his neckful abruply swells to a massive wriggling lump, and the uber-mink staggers as a last pulse shoots semen across his chops. The mammoth schlong has pulled out at last, and thick strings of jizm dangle from his pelt and whiskers as he begins to straighten and stretch out for the final gulp.

You whisper, "I've noticed you've developed a scat fetish since I first met you. : 3" to Anima.

Anima whispers, "Anima grrs, and swats at you. "Have not. It just..." *swats at you again* Quiet you! *-,-*" to you.

You whisper, "That's the third or fourth time you have brought it up, though. I have no objection to subtly supporting you in this. (Points two of his poses up the page)." to Anima.

Anima's weight already urges her deeper, though she tries to brace herself, a token attempt to prolong entering your doubtlessly-foul gut. The scent of your thick sticky cum is all around, over, and inside her, making her feel...well...a number of things. Funky, would be the succint description. She closes her legs, feeling a tinge of relief to be empty of skunk-splitting cock.

Anima whispers, "Anima flushes, "It's merely vore-related. I certainly don't enjoy playing with it. (Shoveled enough of the stuff irl to be CERTAIN of that.) ;)" to you.

Somewhere on the muck, Badger has disconnected.

You whisper, "No, no, it's all right. I didn't mean to imply -that-. Thinking about the final outcome of swallowing someone is fine." to Anima.

Anima whispers, "Anima chuckles a lil." to you.

Zane heaves his muzzle up from between his forelegs and admired the kicking pink-padded footpaw and luxuriantly plushy tail. He -does- like skunkies! He admires the tail for a moment, then swallows without further hesitation. He -could- have spat you up, but you are just a meal to him now, and rather than cough up and keep a plushy skunkette he dispatches you down his throat with one great pitiless gulp. The fleshy walls tense down, constricting your hips and legs, and the only relief if to be found deeper. Footpaws and tail slip smoothly past his fangs and out of sight, and you squeeze through the tightness of mink-ribcage and into plop into the caustic heat of his gut.

You whisper, "Argh, tense trouble. I have been doing that a lot lately." to Anima.

Anima whispers, "Anima murrs, "Tho in truth, the panther at least absorbs everything. I'm not sure he's ever had to 'take a trip to the outhouse.' The skunky hasn't eaten enough yet so that I'm sure about her, yet." to you.

You whisper, "Well, you would have had to this time. That mink weighed half or more of what you did." to Anima.

Berios pages, "whats up now?" to you.

You page, "Just about done with the skunkette." to Berios.

Berios pages, "wow. took a while :)" to you.

Anima slides up one wall, then back down, as her inertia carries her on a layer of slime. Wailing pitifully, she beats on your insides with one balled fist, her soggy tail slapping about as well. It *does* smell in here, it's dark, and hot... Finally, she curls up into a ball around her tummy, nuzzling the lump within herself.

Zane grunts as his bellyfur lurches downward, your 250 pounds of skunkette-and-mink leaving a heavy curve beneath and around his flanks. The mink stretches and wriggles, and the slick hot walls squeeze and ripple as you are compressed into a fetal position around your minkish meal. You are a fine nested doll, mink in skunkette in mink, and his cheeks blow out in a crass belch that's followed by a giggle. "Hee. Silly skunkie...hadda have your minkie." No sooner do you settle in your fetid, final home then the mink's collar glows. A shimmer, and he's shrunk back down...and you shrink with him! There's plenty of room in the cabin for him now, and he crawls up onto the bed, fat-bellied with a skunk and mink who've shrunk to 1/27 their previous mass.

In a page-pose to you, Berios wonders when Strega will dine on him :)

You whisper, "'Minkslide'." to Anima.

Anima strokes your insides

Anima is sucked down into the hungry mink in a series of lunging gulps. The little mustelid finally settles to his haunches, his muzzle bobbing with a final, easier swallow as the bulge slips down into his flanks.

Anima has left.

>> Anima has just entered Inside the Mink.

Inside you, Anima has arrived.

Inside you, Anima strokes your insides in frightened silence.

Zane hiccups, and curls up around his fat belly. "Hee, hee. Coulda just lemme go, bu' ya hadda have yer meal, and so I hadda have mine. Mi' catch me 'gai' sometime, an maybe I'll catch you." He settles down to lick his sheath clean. "Heee *urp*"

Inside you, Anima sighs, rolling her eyes, relaxing a little. If you sound that confident about her being around to be caught and catch again, she decides this isn't the end after all. Squirming, she rolls onto her belly, and rubs it against your slippery insides, rather enjoying now the restricting massage your stomach is giving her. "Well then minkie, g'night..." She whispers, and succumbs to your body's needs, relaxing into the growing pool of tingling slime filling your gut.

Anima appears as a glowing, ghostly outline rising from Zane's tummy, and drifts a few feet from the happy mink. After a moment, the image becomes solid, and Anima lives again...while yet providing nourishment for the mink, judging by the swelling that remains in his midsection.

Anima has arrived.

Inside you, Anima fades from consciousness as the mink's belly overpowers her, and finally succumbs. But as the mink's stomach begins the serious work of digesting her, a ghostly, glowing image forms, and slips through the bellywall, out of sight.

Anima scritches your chin. "Silly minkie."

Anima whispers, "Take care love, and thanks for the meal and table-turning. |)" to you.

Zane giggles up at you. "Don' ge' any ideas 'bou' making another layer inna Russian-doll, or I'll bring ou' BigMinkie 'gai', skunkie."

Anima shakes her head, shivering. "I've had enough for one night. Of mink, anyways." She sadly pats her now-normal-sized belly... "Tho it wouldn've been nice to fall asleep on a full belly tonight. Oh well...want some nuts?" She winks at you, giggling, and rifles under her bed. |)

Anima whispers, "Nitenite love. *kiss*" to you.

Zane pops up onto his paws and scuttles for the door. Your mass and his old bodies' have shrunken down to about ten pounds of meat and bone. "An' sometime I' le' ya go ta sleep wi' that bellyful, bu' na tonight. Seeya!" He noses the door open and scurries out.

You whisper, "I hope my turnabout wasn't annoying. I know it's nice to 'end up on the outside.'" to Anima.

Anima whispers, "Anima chuckles, "S'okay minkie, I rather expected it. Think I could have a copy of that log? I lost half of it." to you.