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Strega/Anima dinner date, with guest appearances by Cougar and Stymnus :K)
Strega's Den
Strega's apartment is a long oval, fifty by thirty, with an arched ceiling 6' high near the walls and 12' at the center. At one end is a eight-foot-wide round sleeping pad. At the other is a niche with a toilet built into the floor and a truly huge shower 10' on a side. On the wall opposite the door is a food replicator terminal and a drink dispenser. Even from here you can see that the dispenser only has two choices, water...and blood. A second drink dispenser has been recently installed next to the first, judging from the marks on the wall around it, and this one has a more cosmopolitan assortment of drinks, including many sorts of alcohol.
It is quite cool in here, perhaps fifty degrees farenheit. Four light panels in the ceiling fill the room with shadowless light. The ceiling is covered with an odd coppery-looking grid, and every five feet or a fist-sized black hemisphere in mounted in the grid.
There is a large set of shelves against the south wall, which seems to be populated exclusively by small, labelled crystal vials. There are perhaps twenty, and many empty ones as well.
There are things to do here...'sit' in the overstuffed chair, 'flop' in the beanbag, 'replicator' to look at the food terminal, 'shower' to take a shower, or 'plaque' to look at Strega's decorations. Have fun!
Strega is a lithe, black creature, weasel-like in build but slightly longer in proportion to her width, and perhaps nine feet from nose to rump plus another three feet of tail. She has three sets of short, powerful legs. Each of her paws has four long white 'finger' claws at the front and two retractile 'thumb' claws in back, making each a useable if sharp-fingered hand. A white stripe begins at the corner of each eye and proceeds down the sides of her neck, joining a network of crisscrossing stripes that pattern her back. She has a short thick tail with white-frosted black fur.
She is lean, supple, powerfully muscled under her fur, and sharp-fanged. Her wedge-shaped head is longer than a weasel's, almost snake-like. Her eyes are solid, glittering black, standing out of the white fur around them.
Carrying:
midshoulders backpack
Harness and scanarray
Strega whispers, "Are you anxious to proceed with the...vore, of would you like to yiff and then do the rest?" to you.
You whisper, "Anima purrrs, "For once I have time...I can wait if you can."" to Strega.
Strega whispers, "I'll combine them, as I usually do." to you.
You whisper, "Anima chucklepurrs, "Do as you like." to Strega.
Strega shivers at the touch on her her furry lips, and shifts her hindquarters. A heavy muskiness fills the air, and you see that her fur around the organ is already stained. Her muzzle, which had been descending towards your cock, pauses.
Anima breathes deep of your scent, and slips his tongue deep within your smooth tunnel. His paw strokes the right vulva, not wanting to leave it out...
Strega shivers as you enter her, and strokes your heavy shaft with a paw, the damp pawpads soft on your delicate skin. You hear her mutter, "So big!" And then she is turning, her many legs shifting. Her muzzle appears above yours, and she smiles as she settles her hindquarters onto your belly.
Anima shifts his hips under you, blindly easing himself inside one of the organs. Raising his muzzle to yours, he again runs his tongue over your muzzle and teeth.
Strega presses slowly back onto you, and your cocktip slides through her hot lips and is deflected to the left by the swelling in the center of her organ. In a moment your tip begins to push into her left vuvla, the fleshy tightness expanding to take you in. Her muzzle meets yours, and she licks into your mouth, her tongue hot and strong.
Anima purrs, "I love feeling myself inside you, love...so warm...purrrrrrrrr."
Strega whispers, "You may recall my poison glands. When I stroked your cock, I gave you a very special toxin...mild muscle relaxant, to weaken you a little, mild narcotic, to confuse you a little, and best of all, a sexual enhancer, to stretch out our coupling." to you.
Anima squishes his length through your lips, inserting fully and nestling his hips against yours. His tongue swirls around yours, and he applies a mild suction to the invader in his own jaws.
You whisper, "Anima nods blearily, "So long as you never use your leathals on me, I'll enjoy it..."" to Strega.
Strega groans and pushes herself onto you, your heavy cock stretching her wide. Wetness surrounds your shaft as she surrounds you with herself. She blinks and suckles on your tongue in return, a happy growl rising from her now.
Strega whispers, "I hate to do it, but I've been hurt so much lately. And you are so big...I had to disable you, just a little." to you.
You whisper, "Anima's eyelids droop slightly, though he seems alert. His purr becomes slow, and he nods slightly." to Strega.
Anima strokes his shaft back, grating against your inner walls, then dips inside you again. His tongue slides against yours happily, but a bit clumsily.
Strega begins to hump her hips atop you, your shaft squeezing in and out of her tight cunny. Her midpaws lift, stroke along your belly, and then along your thighs. Finally they come to rest on your lower legs, holding you lightly. At the same time, her forepaws stroke you, settling on your upper arms. She pushes into the kiss, muzzle opeing to envelop yours a little. You blearily wonder where her fangs have gone...all you feel is the little inward pointing side teeth.
Anima drowsily plays counterpoint to your thrusts, making certain there's always friction inside you. Dreamily, not knowing quite what he's doing, he nuzzles your side teeth. They open small cuts in his muzzle which bleed profusely, but he doesn't seem to notice.
Strega suckles at your muzzle, her tongue gently lapping at the inside of your mouth. Her paws hold you gently but firmly, and her suckling becomes stronger, as her muzzle slides farther over yours. The light disappears as her lips move over your eyes...but all the while, she thrusts against you.
Strega whispers, "This is surprisingly erotic! I'll have to use my poisons more.'" to you.
You whisper, "At least until I survive one of these encounters, and decide I like it..." to Strega.
Anima pumps himself against you, showing no signs of tiring or letting loose. His chest rubs against yours, and he involuntarily jerks his head forward in your mouth, a reaction to the pleasure warming his loins.
Strega licks at your muzzle now, and you feel pressure against your cheeks...they are pressing against the sides of her jaws. But as you jerk forward you hear and feel a wet <pop>, and her dislocated jaws stretch wider. The warm wetness around your muzzle suddenly expands, stretching over your forehead, your ears. Her upper jaw rests behind your ears now.
Strega drops a small green disc from her harness, and it comes to a rest in midair, humming softly.
Anima, in a haze, feels the damp warmth around him. So similar to what his shaft is enjoying, he tries to wriggle deeper inside you at both ends.
Strega crouches over you in a parody of passion, humping you into her. Her black neck fur bulges as she takes in your head, your neck following easily as she swallows you up to the shoulders. Wet warmth all around your muzzle and head...there is air coming from somewhere.
Anima shudders in delight, and mentally rejoices when muscular contractions start pulling him down into the slick heat. A twitching in his balls lets him now his stamina is nearing its limit.
Strega twists her head to one side, and her little side fangs lock into the fur over your collarbone. She twists them the other way, and the fangs on the opposite side grip. Bit by bit, one side after the other, she works her jaws forward. Her jawbones creak around you as she finally takes in one shoulder, and then the other.
Anima goes limp with esctasy, (Well, most of him) his hindpaws moving of their own accord, and his hips still slamming against you rhythmically.
Strega lifts your upper body by her suddenly tight grip on your upper arms, and presses her gaping jaws downward onto you. You slip into the tight frame of her jaws, elastic gullet expanding around your shoulders. Her jaws reach your mid-chest before she notes your shudder, and she grips down tight on your legs as well. She clamps down hard with her vulva, trying to delay your orgasm, buy herself more precious seconds.
Anima's thrusts grow clumsier as seconds tick by, decreasing the stimulation and bringing him down a bit from his plateau. His purr resumes, buried in your throat and vibrating your body.
Strega works her jaws forward as quickly as she can, you heavy chest and belly stretching her to the limit as she takes them in. Her neck and upper torso are so swollen that her gray skin can be seen clearly through her sable fur, and every detail of your torso and head can be seen outlined as bulges in her skin. Swallowing prey two thirds her own size, she has to pause, and rest....her jaws stretched around your waist.
Strega whispers, "You can see why I drugged you! I only weigh 550. You are big prey!" to you.
Anima's loins twitch again, kicking him into a higher gear. He thrusts faster, eager to fill your cunny with his liquid silk. THe wet heat around his head, shoulders and chest makes him sleepier than he already is, but the sensual enrergy flowing through him keeps him conscious.
You whisper, "Anima smiles, "Leopards are quite light, size for size, I don't weight much more than you do." to Strega.
Strega swallows for the first time, more by instinct than by intent. Powerful muscles grip and pull you, but they aren't nearly enough to take you farther on your own. She is bent double now, impaled on you at one end, and holding you against her abdomen at the other. Like a foot being enveloped by a too-small sock, you are visible as a massive bulge in her neck and torso. Her jaws work, begin to stretch over your hips, and reach the root of your cock.
Strega whispers, "Strega blinks. "More than I? I thought you weighed 350! Oooh, what a bellyache I am going to have." to you.
You whisper, "I've eaten well since you had me last, it all goes into more panther..." to Strega.
Anima groans inside you, and falls over the edge. His shaft gurgles, gushes, and spurts inside you. His body goes rigid and jerks as he cums, and cums, and cums yet more...
Strega whispers, "I thought you looked a little bigger." to you.
You whisper, "Perhaps felt a little bigger, as well. ;K)" to Strega.
Strega pushes herself to the limit to take her in, and she finally has to let your cock go. It slips out of her, spurting on her chin and cheek...but even as it does, it is being pulled remorselessly into her jaws. It slides over her wet tongue, into her slick gullet, as she stretches over your hips, and reaches your upper thighs.
Strega whispers, "Whew. I was not paying close enough attention! My mink mate is bigger...but swallowing you is going to put me out of commission for days." to you.
You whisper, "Anima awws, poor weasloid... :K)" to Strega.
Anima continues to spurt happily, adding more lubrication to your slick gullet. His warm, furry legs lie still, dormant as they are drawn inside your eager body.
Strega pulls her head back, and her jaws grip your thighs. The motion pushes you farther in, and your muzzle slides against a constriction, a narrowing...the start of her ribcage. Her head stretches out again, her throat works around you...and her jaws close on your calves. Her paws stroke her neck now, pushing you along.
Anima wriggles in your throat cozily, loving the encasing flesh's feel. He grinds his still-erect member against your throat, slick with his seed.
Strega draws her head back, jaws gripping again...and your muzzle pushes through the constriction. With a groan of effort, she stretches her ribcage around your broad shoulders. Her muzzle stretches out again, and her jaws close on your pawpads. Your tail twitches from her jaws, and you feel her stroke it fondly.
Anima purrrs again, shifting a bit uncomfortably in the new enclosure. The stroking of his tail is so nice, soothing...he stills the grinding motion of his hips, and lies docile in you.
Strega arches her back, and your muzzle pushes through a strong ring of muscle...a little room to breathe at last! She stretches, and you hear the organic gurgle as swallows. She trembles with the massive effort, and her slick throat grips your whole length...you begin to slide. Your shoulders push through the ring of muscle, and the rest of you gradually follows, as she arches and stretches again, managing to cram you into her grotesquely swollen belly at last.
Anima curls into a tight ball, paws roaming over the inside of his new home...
Strega strains, arching and stretching, and the grotesque, twitching bulge slowly moves along her body, her flanks swelling and bulging as her belly stretches almost beyong its limits. She grunts, and grimaces...but doesn't rip.
Strega stretches out her neck, her body arched, and as she strains, you finally begin the long slide that can only end in her belly.... <Gulp!> You slide into the tight stomach, her double heartbeat surrounding you....
Inside Strega's belly(#182630RLJ)
It is hot, wet and tight inside Strega's stretched belly. Not to mention dark. You can hear the contented weasel's two heartbeats, slowing as she recovers from the effort of bolting you down. Oddly, though it it slick and wet, you do not feel the tingling of digestive juices...yet. There is air here as well, entering as you did, as she forces it into her belly somehow to sustain you.
You can feel the tight muscles of her belly pressing in on you from all sides, the throbbing as it strives to absorb you, and you know that soon the acid will begin flowing, and she will 'digest' you. A bulge pushes in on one side of you, and you realize she is stroking her belly...and from her shivering, enjoying herself a great deal.
Contents:
Cougar
From outside, Strega groans, and staggers painfully to her feet, lumbering towards and into the comfort of her beanbag. She belches, and moans, a midpaw stroking her stretched belly.
Anima slides his paws dreamily over the flesh surrounding him, still too dazed to have any idea where he is. "Strega? Where'd you go..."
Cougar purrs, "Oh...she's around..."
From outside, Strega strokes her belly with a paw. "C-cougar? I didn't...<Bbbuurrrpp!>....oooh. I didn't know you were still there...."
Anima rolls his head limply around to greet Cougar. "Hi, I didn't hear you come in, *hic*.
Cougar purrs, "Yeah. I dropped in for dinner last night. I don't know why I'm still here."
From outside, Strega pokes her belly with a nose, the material bulging in on the two of you. "Forgot...forgot to digest you! Ooooh, I hurt."
Anima ohs, and licks the slick walls.
Anima purrs, "Digest? Uh-oh."
From outside, Strega groans and settles into the beanbag. "Oh, Universe...why do I do this to myself?"
Cougar purrs, "Because you get hungry? :)"
Anima suggests you drink the wine. It always calmed his stomach...
Anima purrs, "There WOULD be more room if I ate Cougar...those in favor? :K9"
From outside, Strega hisses, "Not...<urp!>...that hungry! I could have gone another couple of days just on you. I didn't need to swallow this <hic!> shraken huge panther."
Cougar giggles.
Cougar purrs, "Well, I could always go ahead and digest. :)"
From outside, Strega groan. "I vote...yes."
From outside, Stymnus has arrived.
From outside, Strega hisses, "I thought you did...how did you get back? Oh! My scanjammer wasn't outside before...you couldn't digest."
Cougar purrs, "Nope. Ready to digest me? :)"
Anima awws, and calms his eager stomach down.


From outside, Stymnus says, "H'lo?"
From outside, Strega moans and waves a paw. "Stymnus...good to see you."
From outside, Stymnus says, "Whom were you talking to?"
Anima smiles, stroking the inside of your gut to 'wave' at Stymnus.
From outside, Stymnus starts to rub your vastly expanded belly, "I presume your meal?"
From outside, Strega moans. "Could you hand me that wineskin, Stymnus?" She gestures with a paw.
Cougar decides to go head and digest.
Cougar surrenders to the weasel's powerful digestive juices and is gradually dissolved away...
From outside, Cougar suddenly appears in a shimmering transporter beam that shines from the bottom of Strega's Scanjammer. Cougar blinks at the sudden light; he looks exceptionally clean and healthy, like a newly created being. Nearby, Strega smiles and strokes her swollen belly, where the slowly digesting template for the new clone still resides.
From outside, Stymnus nabs it with his tail, and gives it to you.
Anima purrrrs happily at the rub.
From outside, Cougar whews.
From outside, Stymnus says, "H'lo.."
From outside, Strega groans again and takes a long drink from the winekin. "Oooooh. Overeater...that's me."
From outside, Cougar purrs, "Hi there :)"
From outside, Stymnus says, "At least you're probably not hungry now.."
From outside, Strega hisses, "Shrak, no. I won't be able to <hic!> Eat for days. "
From outside, Cougar whews.
From outside, Cougar purrs, "Lucky for me :)"
From outside, Strega hisses, "Why, og why didn't I think before I started. Urgh."
Anima purrs, "At least my last moments outside a belly were happy ones..."
Anima shrugs, come to think of it, he's pretty happy now. Something fogging his brain...
From outside, Cougar giggles!
From outside, Strega settles her muzzle onto her grossly swollen belly. "Well...at least the drugs worked. I could never have managed him." She blinks at Stymnus. "More rubbing?"
From outside, Stymnus continues rubbing, of course. "Was this your prey?"
From outside, Cougar purrs, "I think I'm gonna mosey on. See you later? :)"
From outside, Cougar purrs, "The answer is yes, Stymnus. :)"
From outside, Strega hisses, "Have fun, urgh...Cougar."
Anima blinks sleepily. "Oh, drugs. Funny I don't mind..."
From outside, Stymnus waves..
From outside, Strega sighs in relief as her belly is rubbed. "He was...and I forgot, though he was long digested. Lured Anima here...started in on him. By the time I realized he was still there...Anima was in there with him."
From outside, Stymnus goes on softly rubbing.
From outside, Cougar teleports away.
From outside, Cougar has left.
From outside, Stymnus curls his tail around yours, so it's pretty much out of sight.
From outside, Strega pokes her belly with a paw. "Why didn't you tell me you had gained weight?!"
From outside, Strega sighs and reaches past her vast belly to stroke Stymnus' hands. "No worries, love...even your tail can't tempt me now."
Anima shrugs, why should he have? "I didn't come here, planning on getting eaten." Did I?
From outside, Stymnus chuckles. "He still alive?"
From outside, Strega groans and settles into the bag. "Feeding him air...haven't recovered enough to digest him yet."
Anima grumbles he certainly hopes so...
From outside, Strega pokes her belly again. "You be quiet! It's going to take days to absorb you. Days! And that *with* accelerants!"
Anima strokes the bottom of your tummy, wondering what organs he can stimulate from in here.
From outside, Stymnus guesses you're not in season anymore.
From outside, Stymnus softly drinks in your scent, purrrring as he rubs at your belly.
From outside, Strega moves a paw, and finally begins to relax. "Rrrr...it almost feels good to be so swollen...almost."
Anima tries to make it feel nice by lying very still, legs tucked against his lithe frame.
From outside, Strega sighs. "Those drugs worked so very well...I don't know if I could last if he started kicking. Once again my eye proved bigger than my belly." She smiles at Stymnus. "You seem happy...."
From outside, Stymnus smiles, "You smell rather nice, is all."


Anima knows he can't get out of here, and wouldn't want to hurt you no matter what. He would've had objections if he'd been lucid while eaten, but not leathal ones.
From outside, Strega strokes Stymnus' side with a hindpaw. "I'm afraid I can't offer much in the way of companionship...I'm so bloated I can hardly move." She pats her belly.
From outside, Stymnus says, "I know, dear.."
From outside, Stymnus rubs your tail with his, as his hands work over your tummy.
Anima enjoys this, and begins purrrimg again.
From outside, Strega sighs and watches the silkie move his hands over the swollen belly, where the swallowed panther's form is clearly outlined by bulges. "It does feel so good...."
From outside, Stymnus says, "Glad to help, in my own way.."
Strega pages, "I hope you enjoyed your little trip! I did, though you are bulging me out more than I expected." to you.
From outside, Strega stretches a bit, and sighs. "You are a good friend, Stymnus...I'm glad you were able to come back after I...first met you."
Anima smiles, "Should I be sorry?" :K)
From outside, Stymnus says, "So am I...believe me. :)"
From outside, Stymnus says, "Though I understand you might not have regretted.."
From outside, Strega shakes her head. "Sometimes my urges are almost uncontrollable! I did regret eating you, Stymnus." She smiles. "A little."
From outside, Stymnus says, "And not at all, once you knew I could return?"
Anima sighs, using up valuable air.
From outside, Strega looks down at her belly. "You should know that's not true...after our second meeting, when I would have let you go." She pokes at her belly. "He is almost done...I could belch up his air, but he is so quiet, I will let him linger a few more minutes."
Anima strokes a fleshy wall, thanking you.
From outside, Stymnus says, "But why let me go when we both enjoy it so..?"
From outside, Strega strokes her belly with a paw. "I usually regret my actions, just a bit...." She yawns. "I need to sleep...I am so bloated, I need to digest a bit."
From outside, Stymnus says, "Aww...alright, dear. Glad I could give you a bit of a rubdown..."
From outside, Stymnus says, "You look pregnant with six kits."
From outside, Strega smiles sleepily. "I'd like to visit...but I am so gorged. I really need to sleep it off."
From outside, Stymnus says, "Alright, dear.."
From outside, Strega gestures at the shelves. "Have a look...new decor."
Anima feels his chamber get soggy...
From outside, Strega strokes her belly again. "As I relax, the acid seeps in...I hope he goes quietly, before it gets too painful. I don't have anything against him, really."
Anima pokes you unhappily at that description, senses winking out one by one as he withdraws his awareness deep into his mind.
Strega pages, "I wish I could stay and digest you properly, but my player needs to go...and I really enjoyed this. But I am a cold person...I have to be." to you.
You page-pose, "Anima nods sadly, and dissolves." to Strega
Anima's genetic pattern is copied to an electronic buffer, and a disoriented black panther materializes in the center of Strega's Den.
Anima collapses on the floor, panting heavily.
Strega smiles. "Anima! I am so glad Athelind gave me the specs for Clonemaster."
Anima looks very confused...
Anima purrs, "I guess that WAS a good vintage, I don't remember a thing..."
Strega blinks. "How did you get into my apartment, Anima?"
Strega whispers something to Stymnus
Anima starts to reply, and bites his lip, "I, I don't remember..."
Strega smiles and hands the wineskin to Anima. "Well, I guess you came to retrieve the rest of your wine. Enjoy it, it was very good."
Stymnus waves cheerily to Anima.
Anima waves, and accepts the bag. "Yes, that was probably it. Um, goodnight."
Strega points a paw at Anima. "And be careful with it! I don't always react well when furs teleport intp my apartment unnanounced."
Anima can't really see it happening again, and staggers around before vanishing.