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Banana Thread II: Banana Harder (NWS)
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fishcake
MemberPosted 1 year ago # -
If you were lighting alcohol in your hand, sure, but that fella has flames reaching up to lick his shaft and hairy pubic fat. Just imagine the aroma.
Ideally, you wouldn't smell anything. Perhaps a bit of singeing from hairs that weren't completely covered by the rubbing alcohol, but beyond that, it's all gravy.
Posted 1 year ago # -
Is that David Duchovny?
Anyway, I do believe I have more from that artist...
Yeah looks like the same guy. I gotta find more of his stuff now, this doesn't even look like 4chan joke porn.
That one at least is a little better because I can't figure out what the hell is going on. Nipple pouch dildoes? Is that a thing?
Posted 1 year ago # -
Implacable Man
MemberYeah looks like the same guy. I gotta find more of his stuff now, this doesn't even look like 4chan joke porn.
That artist goes by "Chimera Synx". Google it for lots more extremely confusing images.Posted 1 year ago # -
From Pixiv:
Not the most horrifying thing I've ever seen involving a Disney duck character (that would be this thing), but definitely unsettling.
http://www.efukt.com/1969_Blow_Fish.html
Man, what life decisions do you have to make to end up there?
That artist goes by "Chimera Synx". Google it for lots more extremely confusing images.
Oh, yeah. That delivers.
Posted 1 year ago # -
SABERinBLUE
MemberMan, what life decisions do you have to make to end up there?
You sound like you're wanting to emulate.
Posted 1 year ago # -
kjw004
MemberNot the most horrifying thing I've ever seen involving a Disney duck character (that would be this thing),
Op! There went my childhood.
Sigs are for squares. That being said, I'm really lazy.Posted 1 year ago # -
You sound like you're wanting to emulate.
No, I think it's far too late for me to break into the fish-molesting industry.
Posted 1 year ago # -
It's never too late, Matt!
Posted 1 year ago # -
That artist goes by "Chimera Synx". Google it for lots more extremely confusing images.
Well that took me to some interesting places.
Also some of them come with stories. I'm not sure what thread to inflict the stories on.
Posted 1 year ago # -
Also some of them come with stories. I'm not sure what thread to inflict the stories on.
Are they mind-destroyingly awful, with all of the sexual elements obviously written without the use of reference? Then this is the correct place.
Posted 1 year ago # -
Okay cool then
CHAPTER 2
By the next morning, the enormous roundness of the lion's belly had shrunk to what just looked like a slightly larger than would be considered normal beer gut. Richard was on his back, apparently still asleep, while Keith stared. They'd gone at it for two hours straight last night, and Keith still was hard.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer," Richard said eventually, eyes still closed.
Keith hmph'd, flopping over onto his back, annoyed at being caught. "Sorry. I'm just a little, still... Y'know."
Richard grunted, opening his eyes. One paw lay on his stomach. "I know. How're you feeling?"
Keith shrugged where he lay. "I'm ok... I just wasn't expecting it to be... Like that."
Richard nodded. "Can't say I didn't warn you. It isn't ever graceful, you know? Turns out people start to panic when they think they're being killed, who knew."
"Don't joke." Keith pursed his lips. "It's not funny."
The lion chuckled, pushing himself to a sitting position and swinging legs as big as tree trunks off the bed. "Maybe not to you. Your little friend freaked out worse than most folks I've had. I thought for awhile I was going to have to cough him back up." He got to his feet, pushing a paw on his belly again as it gurgled audibly. "Uh, 'scuse me." He headed towards the bathroom.
Keith lay there watching. "Have you ever?"
Richard paused. "Ever what?"
"Like... Coughed someone up."
Richard gave the dog a strange look. "No." He went into the bathroom.
Keith rolled onto his back, lost in thought.
--
They didn't speak of the 'encounter' again for a few days after. Cody had been demanding more of Keith's time lately, although nothing out of the ordinary, and Richard was working daily on a job site. Which isn't to say they didn't find time to hook up; Keith snuck away as often as he could for afternoon fuck-sessions in the back of Richard's truck if that's what it took. The short trysts made it difficult to talk, and anyway, the shiba-inu didn't seem much interested in speaking most of the time they were together. Richard obviously thought it best not to bring up the incident with Keith's erstwhile friend, assuming (reasonably) that it had been shocking at best given the canine's lack of experience with such things. Besides, once the dog got talking, it was hard to shut him up.
So Richard looked mildly surprised when, during one of their first long evenings together in a week and in the middle of something akin to a blowjob (the lion's cock didn't actually fit in Keith's mouth when fully hard), Keith rested his muzzle on Richard's thigh, alongside the stiff and spit-slick erection, and looked up at him. "So can we do it again sometime?"
Richard's brow furrowed. "Do what?"
"What... We did, with Stephen." Keith looked away when he said it.
"Stephen's dead, Keith," Richard said with a slight quirk to his lips. "We can only do that trick once."
Keith looked annoyed, slapping the lion's massive thigh. "Stop making fun of me! I know he's... Gone. But I want to-" He hesitated, chewing his lip for a moment. "I want to see it again."
Richard stared down at him for a moment, while the dog looked anywhere but up at the large leonine face. Eventually, when he spoke, it was in an almost scolding tone. "Keith. My dietary habits aren't a magic trick for you to beat off to. Look at me."
Keith looked up, lower lip still caught between his teeth. His chin nearly rested on Richard's cock.
"Your friend Stephen died screaming. It wasn't quick, it wasn't painless, and he spent the last few moments of his life probably wondering why you weren't helping him. And I remind you it was you who led him to it."
The dog frowned, straightening up now from the lion's lap and lifting his chin a little. "Don't lecture me! I know that!" he retorted. "I knew what... What I was doing. What I did. But YOU'RE the one who said it was just nature, a..." He waved his paw back and forth. "Predator... Prey... Thing. Stephen just ended up on the wrong side of it, that's all." He frowned a little. "It didn't have to be a friend of mine, you know. You're the one who said I had to bring them."
"I didn't say they had to be a friend," Richard responded mildly.
Keith glared. "Well it was! And I'm telling you I want to see it again. So if you're just doing it for nature, or whatever, why can't I watch? You don't have to enjoy it if you don't want to."
Richard looked at the dog, levelly, over the rise of a stiff erection that hadn't yet gone down, still spit-slick with the dog's ministrations. He took a breath, letting it out in a steady growl. "You're not going to let this drop, are you?"
Keith broke into a self-satisfied grin. "Nope. I told you, I always get what I want."
Richard shook his head, reaching down and giving the canine and affectionate scratching along the underside of his jaw. "Can you get Cody to let you spend next weekend away?"
Keith cocked his head, still smiling dumbly "Sure. Why?"
The lion chuckled. "Because we're going camping." He slipped his paw around the back of the dog's head, and pushed him back down onto his cock.
--
Keith sat in the passenger seat of Richard's truck, the window down and road wind ruffling his fur. They were winding their way up a mountain road, slowly, stuck behind a motor home that was taking the corners slow enough to have the lion cursing under his breath. The normal construction tools and rack in the pickup's bed had been replaced with a camper shell, and enough gear for a weekend out at a campground was packed inside a few duffels and totes underneath. Keith was sucking the last of a fast-food soda through a straw, making slurping noises until Richard shot him a warning glance.
"Why're we going all the way out here? I hate camping," Keith said sourly, not for the first time.
Richard heaved a faintly annoyed sigh. Not for the first time. "Camping's good for you. Build's character. And provides lots of hunting opportunities you don't get in the city."
Keith grumbled, slouching in his seat. "We don't need to hunt. I couldn've just brought someone over."
"I'm not interested in thinning out your circle of friends, Keith. And besides, it's better to do these sorts of things away from the city. What we're doing is technically legal, but I'd catch hell from the cops if I just started picking people off in my neighborhood. It's just kind of an unspoken rule. Don't shit where you eat." He grinned over at the dog.
"Ha ha." The canine popped the top off the cup, tilting it back until a few ice cubes rushed into his mouth. He sucked on them in silence, staring out the window. "Have you done that? Ever, I mean, eaten people in your neighborhood."
Richard shrugged, craning his thickset neck to try and look around around the motor home in hopes of passing. "Yeah."
Keith looked over at him, surprised. "Really?"
The lion nodded, downshifting and pulling out around the lumbering vehicle in front of them. "Sure. Not often, and not for awhile. Neighbors are antsy enough as it is having a guy like me around. But a few times, I was hungry, the chance came around..." He shrugged again.
"Just like that?" Keith was sitting up now, curious. He looked like a puppy when he did that. "Like when?"
Richard looked askance at him, stern. "Keith..."
Keith slouched back down again with a grumble, going back to staring out the window. "Awright, fine. Jeez." He flicked an ice cube out the window. "You're lucky you've got such a nice cock."
Richard chuckled. "And you're lucky I like you riding it."
Keith just shrugged carelessly, and went back to crunching ice.
--
A few hours later and they were sitting in folding chairs (the lion's more than twice as large as Keith's) at the campground, next to a placid lake. Richard with a fishing pole in the water, sprawled lazily in a chair with a cap pulled low over his eyes. Keith was getting increasingly more antsy by the hour. "This is boring! Why do we have to just sit here? It's boring."
Richard chuckled easily. "We're fishing, Keith, boring's what fishing is. You wanted to be a predator, this is being one. You could grab a pole if you want and give it a shot, but either way, this is what I'm doing until it gets dark."
The campground was an almost-service one, with drive-in spots of packed earth separated by stretches of forest and scrub. A dirt road connecting them led to a cul-de-sac at the end of a few miles' drive, and a water hookup there provided the only amenity. It was rugged enough to draw hikers and bicyclists with tents, but the road access made most of the visitors drive-in, families and couples pitching tents, setting up tables and BBQs for the weekend of 'roughing it'. The spots alongside the lake were the furthest apart, stretched along the water's edge with enough distance for water recreation like what the two of them were doing right now. Further along the coast, as the lake curved inwards, other campers could be seen with most of them doing the same thing.
Keith scowled, bare feet swirling in the water. "This isn't what I meant about being a predator."
"Oh?" Richard scratched his gut. "What'd you expect we'd be doing? Stalking across a savanna, hunting wild zebras? We let the females do that." He cracked an eye, grinning over at the dog."
"No!" Keith retorted with a cute glare. "But I didn't think I'd be sitting next to a stupid lake getting eaten by mosquitoes while you do whatever. Why can't we, y'know... Do something more interesting?"
Richard gave his fishing pole a couple of tugs. "I know. Don't worry, you'll be doing some hunting later."
Keith looked at him in confusion. "I will?"
The lion nodded, reeling back in his line slowly, the ratchet on the reel making a clack-clack-clack sound. "Ayup." He nodded further along the coastline drawing the dog's gaze to where other campers sat along the lake's edge, played in the water, or fished like them. "What does that look like to you?"
Keith looked along with him, his head cocked. "Uh... Camping?"
Richard chuckled, drawing his hook out of the water with a plop, then throwing it back out again. "More like dinner."
Keith looked back at him in confusion. "Really?"
Richard nodded, looking out back over the lake again, line bobbing in the water. "Me and my old man used to play this game, back when I was your age. It works like this..."
As Richard explained, Keith brightened visibly.
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--David Bishop was not, he thought to himself, the kind of guy who allowed himself to be easily seduced, let alone by boys he'd never met before. In fact, besides a few dalliances in college many years ago, the wolf hadn't since so much as seen a man naked outside of a locker room - And even those had been fleeting glances, the furtiveness of them necessitated by his assurance to himself that it was just normal masculine curiosity. Being happily married with two children, the last thing he expected to be doing while on a camping trip with them was to be following a fetching young canine off into the woods, one he'd barely spoken with next to the lake before being taken by the paw off into the forest.
He'd said his name was Keith something-or-other, that he was out here camping alone, in the tone of voice that suggested the youth intended the trip to only start out solitary. He had a not-so-shy and sweet smile that had David breathing hard before they'd gone much further than exchange pleasantries. The wolf had only intended to spend an hour or two relaxing alone on such a warm evening, after the rest of his family had settled down for the night, enjoying the moonlight and quiet of nature at rest. Instead, here he was following behind the canine, arm held up protectively in front of his face to keep unseen branches from hitting him, until they got to a clearing. Here, moonlight penetrated enough for him to see the shiba-inu pause and turn around with that same little smile as before, tail wagging slightly. Hopefully, it looked like.
"Wanna just do it here?" Keith spoke quietly; not a whisper, but softly enough.
David glanced around, anxious and uncertain. "I... I don't know about this. My wife..."
"Shhh," Keith interjected, stepping up close to the other canid. He was shorter but not by much, enough to let him dip his muzzle beneath the wolf's chin and push upwards, arms stealing around his waist. "She's not going to know," he whispered softly, his belly pushed up against the wolf's crotch. "No one will, it's okay."
David let out a huff, feeling a shudder go through him. That touch was enough to leave him breathless; this whispering and delicate scent of the canine had his head spinning. He'd always been faithful to his wife despite inevitable temptation over the years; the prospect of violating that now, with another male no less, was as thrilling to him as it was terrible. His cock hardened in his shorts, unbidden, tenting against Keith's belly. "Keith, I'm sorry, I c-can't..." He trailed off.
The shiba-inu giggled softly. "Mmmm, yes you can, David," he whispered, one paw coming around to the front to grab at the wolf's erection through the shorts. He cupped it, giving it a hard squeeze and held tightly. Keith was in his element, now. He'd seduced many men before. Admittedly most of them were gay before he ever got to them... but not all. And besides, gay or straight, men were men. "I'll do things I bet she won't..." He let the words trail off, suggestively with another one of those smiles.
David let out a rough gasp, tinged with a growl he couldn't control. Seemingly without bidding, his paw came around to the shiba-inu's rear, grabbing tightly onto it and making as if to make a first, blunt claws digging in and bringing a much higher-pitched gasp from the dog. He didn't answer. He didn't have to.
Keith disentangled himself from the lupine after planting a kiss on the side of his neck, stepping back. David stood there dumbly, tent in his shorts big enough to make it jut out comically, like a cartoon character with a hardon. Even in just the speckled moonlight, he could see easily from where he stood as Keith stripped off his shirt in one smooth motion, turning around to face away before unfastening the snap on his shorts. It was like a strip show. No, it WAS a strip show, with the cute little dog letting his shorts sag teasingly a moment, just hanging halfway down the cleft of that tight rump, before dropping entirely to pool around his bare feet. It left him naked; beautifully, flawlessly naked. The dog stepped out of them and turned around, false modesty obvious as he covered his crotch with one paw, biting his lower lip with another of those knock-out little smiles. "Your turn."
The wolf hesitated just a moment longer, taking a deep breath and setting his jaw. He held it a moment, then let it out in a much deeper, more lustful growl than he'd done before. "Fuck it," he grunted at the end, fumbling with the belt on his own shorts like he'd never tried to undo it before in his life. It was all he was wearing, his shirts soaked through from romping in the lake with his kids earlier in the day, so as soon as he managed to get the belt and fly undone they fell down to leave him nude, thick red erection looking grayish in the moonlight, throbbing heavily between his legs. While he may have felt some hesitation, his body was already responding for him.
He stepped out of them, kicking them away, and looked up. Keith was already closer to him, up against a tree, facing away. That rump, the one he'd only gotten a fleeting glimpse of earlier, was on obvious display beneath the turned-up tail, wagging a little as the shiba-inu grinned at him over his shoulder. "Wanna?" was all he said.
David growled, low in his throat. Instinct took over where common sense departed and left a space for it. Those times in college had included little beyond a little mutual jack-off and maybe the occasional lick, and the prospect of actually fucking a guy - anyone besides his wife, really - had a thrill going through him he'd not felt in years. He was going to fuck this boy. Right here, in the woods, out in the open, and while on a family vacation. The thought had him nearly staggering as he stepped forward, clutching his erection tightly in one hand, just behind the already-swelling knot.
Lining up the tip, the wolf wasted little time in cramming the tapered head in, sinking into warmth and softness with shocking ease. He'd intended to only nudge himself inside, but with the relaxed entrance giving way with a quiet squelch he just kept going, burying himself up to the knot in one smooth, even stroke.
Keith gasped, not entirely for effect. Despite being plenty used to a much larger size, David had spent no time in loosening him up, having likely had no experience with males before. The wolf's natural lube was enough to keep it from being outright painful, but Keith had to bite back a whimper in his throat as his asshole spasmed, trying to push back out the thick spire of flesh invading it. "Oh god," he gasped breathily, forehead pushing to the rough bark of the tree trunk to brace himself.
David pulled back, slowly, withdrawing a few inches from Keith's rear and jamming it back in with a hearty grunt. Harder this time, and making the youth shake in an involuntary shudder. "You like that?" he whispered quietly, voice lower now than before, muttered into the shiba-inu's ear.
Keith nodded frantically. "Nngff... Yeah..."
"You want me to... Fuck you, little bitch?" The wolf's growl was guttural, but the hesitation was apparent in his voice.
Keith nodded again just as rapidly as before, opening his eyes to look back with one over his shoulder at the leering wolf. What anxiousness had been written across David's face before was gone now, replaced with a look much more feral. Behind the lupine was a shadow, one David didn't see. Keith smiled seductively, pushing his hips back into the wolf's lap. "Call me that again," he murmured.
David was the one grinning deliriously now, leaning back to look down at where his cock pulled free from the almost feminine-looking rear end. "Little bitch," he repeated, "I'm gonna make you my little bitch..." He slammed back in, bashing the knot against Keith's asshole, hard enough to make a scuffing sound as their feet slipped in the dirt.
Keith groaned, long and low, grinding his hips back against the bulb of flesh. It was only for a moment, though, as David began thrusting, hard and fast, taking ahold of the shiba-inu's hips and steadying him for the onslaught. The sound of crickets and gentle lapping of water at the lake's edge was gradually replaced by the louder and lewder sounds of intercourse, every wet squelch punctuated with a heavy slap of hips on an upturned rear end.
David was a little (dimly) surprised; he hadn't expected this to be so easy. The dog's asshole was loose enough for him to slide his dick right in, and even now, only a few minutes into it, he could already feel his knot trying to sink into the relaxed rear entrance. Precum and lube made the going smoother than he would have thought possible, and without meaning to he all at once crammed that knot inside, popping into the spasming entrance. Panicking, he did what would normally have earned him a sharp squeal from his wife; he yanked it right back out again with a pop like a cork shot from a champagne bottle. "Oh shit oh shit, I'm sorry! Are you ok?" He started to pull back completely.
Keith quickly reached back, grabbing the wolf's fur on his hips in a tight grip and holding on tight, just before the tapered tip managed to slide free. His teeth clenched, he growled a gasped, "Don't... Stop! It's ok, David, just... Don't stop!"
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David nodded, rapidly, "Sorry, ok!" Unthinkingly he jammed himself back in, this time the knot sliding in with obscene ease. Loose enough to fit inside, even still that asshole was tight enough to clamp down around the back of his knot, the second time tighter than the first, and he held himself there a moment. Then back out, the sound this time more like a slurp, then back in. "Jesus, kid, you feel so good..."The wolf was banging in earnest now, the pressure around his knot, fleetingly between thrusts now, was enough to have his balls up tight against his crotch. It didn't take much longer, and anyway, what common sense he had remaining was telling him to hurry, to get this over with so he could get back to his wife, his kids, his normal life. Shit, he had to get up to make breakfast in the morning! The thought had the wolf almost laughing to himself; it was all so perverse. His thrusts became shorter, the knot just sliding in and out past the loosened tailhole, slopping precum all over the inside of the canine's ass-cheeks.
"Nngff, I'm gonna... Oh shit kid, I'm gonna..."
Then, all at once, what felt like a car crashing into them nearly knocked Keith's wind out of him. A weight much heavier than David's smashed him against the tree, lodging the wolf's dick up into his ass where it jumped and twitched in mindless climax, spitting a load up into his bowels in sharp jets. A split-second later came a hot, heavy snort of breath, and the wolf's exclamations of satisfaction were cut off by a wet clop, the sound of wet lips slapping down around furred flesh.
Keith's eyes flew open. Pinned against the tree, he couldn't move, but he could see over his shoulder a close-up view of Richard's yellow eyes, staring right into his, wrinkled nose beneath nudged up against the back of his neck - that's what was exhaling the hot, humid breath over him now. The wolf still knotted within him was trapped inside those massive jaws to the upper arms, shoulders and head engulfed inside the maw, paws flailing in confused panic. They weren't even trying to push the jaws off of him, instead finding and bracing against Keith to try and push away, pinned between the dog and the much larger lion and trying to free himself from that first.
Before, Keith had witnessed this from across the room. Now, not even inches away, he could hear Richard's deep growling snorted through his oversized nose, muffled by the squirming prey clamped between his jaws. Wet smacks and pops came from the lion's jaws working open and closed, like a snake engulfing a rabbit, using downward pressure to push his muzzle down and suck David inside as he did. Richard's muzzle-bridge pushed harder up against him, grinding almost painfully against his neck, until all at once he pulled away, stepping back to drag the kicking prey with him.
For the last time, David's knot popped free of the dog's asshole with a wet squelch, the wolf's legs skidding out from under him forward as he was dragged bodily backwards. It freed Keith from being squashed against the tree, allowing him to half-turn around with his knees shaking to stare in the same wide-eyed shock he'd had barely a week ago when it had been another living, breathing victim caught between the lion's massive jaws. This time there was no muffled screaming; David likely hadn't the faintest idea what was happening to him, too surprised to be truly frightened. His legs kicked frantically for purchase, kicking up dust in the moonlight, and only now did his arms lift to try and dislodge whatever it was clamped around his head.
It didn't help. As Keith watched, the wolf's still-hard cock flung semen in arcs into the air from where it bounced and flexed, still unloading the balls' contents. With a surprisingly quiet gulping sound Richard's muzzle pushed downwards, sinking another foot of David's body into the drooling maw. Enormous paws grabbed at, and finally held the wolf's arms, pinning them to his sides and holding them there for another swallow that sank him in to the cum-stained belly, Richard's lips pulling back to expose teeth longer than Keith's fingers pinching together to hold the lupine in place. There was a wet crack, like celery stalks breaking, from somewhere inside the lion's throat as David's body was curled backwards to fit down the narrow passage. And with a ponderous toss of his head Richard lifted the wolf's kicking legs up into the air, displaying the underside of his sagging jaw and the obscene huge bulge in his neck to the fascinated and horrified Keith. As he watched it flexed, a ripple starting just below the jawline traveling down to the chest, and with a sharp jolt David's twisting hips sank into the spread-wide jaws.
"Jesus..." Keith whispered, eyes as big as platters as he watched this wolf, this married father he'd been seducing not fifteen minutes ago, was murdered in slow-motion before his eyes. He could hear David's cries now, barely, muted to incoherent sounds by the lion's chest, just loud enough to be heard over the wet sucking of David's body engulfed ever further into the spread muzzle.
Richard took a lumbering step forward, two bodies joined together obscenely outlined in the moonlight, and closed a paw around Keith's shoulder. He spun him around, facing the tree again and pushed the dog against it with what was likely for him just a casual pressure, but had the short dog gasping for breath with the pressure on his chest, reflexively squirming to try and push himself away. Squatting, the enormous lion brought his head down closer to the now-frightened Keith's.
"Richard, cut it out! What're you- Nngf!" Whatever else Keith was going to say was run over by the heavy choke that exploded from him as the lion's erection, ignored until now, shoved right up against his asshole and inside. Cum and juices from the wolf provided the lubrication, but even being knot-fucked by a full-sized wolf wasn't enough to prepare him for the sudden impalement on Richard's gigantic swollen prick, the fat cockhead stuffing into his bowels where David's had been a moment ago. Keith's jaws crashed shut as he bit back a cry as a stab of pain shot up his spine, centered where the veined length was spearing into him.
The lion didn't thrust, not much anyway, not at first. Once he was lodged firmly inside he paused, holding himself there as he directed his attention back to the meal at hand. By the time Keith could see again over his shoulder past the haze of shock and pain from being taken so suddenly, David was gone to the legs, hips bulging the neck while little motions - David's hands - squirmed around alongside.
Another gulp, and Keith could feel it. Oh god, he could feel it, a weight growing in the lion's belly, weighing down on his back and pushing him harder up against the bark of the trunk. Richard was bracing himself with his paws further up on the tree, claws sunk into the bark, holding the combined weight of his and David's in a stunning display of strength, and making it so Keith was left to only feel the growing mass of the struggling meal inside Richard's gut. It wasn't just deadweight, it was *alive*. Unmistakably, sickeningly, fighting for survival alive inside the lion's belly.
He stared open-mouthed, the pain in his ass momentarily forgotten as Richard swallowed once, twice... Then closed his jaws around the wolf's feet. The bulge in his neck was less now, but the weight on Keith's back was tremendous, pinning him more firmly than the paw on his neck did. The mass in the lion's gut settled around him; fat, fur and still very much alive lupine molding to his back from his hips to shoulderblades. One more swallow and Keith could hear, clearly, the long exhale Richard gave once his throat was finally clear.
Only then did Richard begin to thrust. It was short, shallow and slow, the lion's hips all that was moving, all that COULD move. Braced as he was, his fat stomach draped over the dog underneath, he hunched his hips in even pistoning thrusts, slopping through the semen the wolf had deposited there. The wolf, Keith could hear, that was screaming out his last in the suffocating acids of the lion's belly, likely still unaware of what had just happened to him.
"This what you wanted...?" Richard growled thickly, huffing out a heavy breath as he managed to work most of his cock under the dog's tail.
Keith nodded dazedly, rapidly, eyes closed tightly now that the visible part of the show, so to speak, was over. The squirming lump against his back was moving faster. A gurgling, churning sound he could feel as much as hear came from the swollen belly that rested against his back.
"He's suffocating. Drowning in there," Richard grunted. "He doesn't know it, but he'll be dead... Hrf... Very, very soon... Ngf, oh fuck..."
Richard thrust harder now, hunching stocky hips faster. With a choking sound, Richard bit back the roar that tried to tear from his throat, and Keith felt the familiar, liquid pressure of semen gushing into his rear end as the oversized cock throbbed heavily within him.
The sensations were almost too much for the dog. That enormous prick lodged in his asshole, crammed so far up into his bowels he felt he might choke on it, the struggling mass of living prey inside the gut pressing down on his back, the liquid gurgling and sloshing... And while he stood there, knees buckling under the weight both physical and mental, that struggling faded to nothing. Just like it had before, in the apartment, only this time felt much more exquisitely. There was no announcement, no ceremony, no real moment where it ended. Just frantic fighting for survival, then, slowly... Dead weight.
Richard grunted and huffed the end of his orgasm, grinding his hips up against Keith's rear end and using the stretched-open asshole to milk the last of his semen into the stuffed bowels. When he was done, he lingered for only a few moments, pulling back with a long, lewd wet slurping sound after maybe a minute. Semen chased the arm-thick prick out of Keith's rear end, sluicing down in a wet gush onto the forest floor to form a puddle. Keith's legs collapsed underneath him, sinking down against the tree until he was on his knees, then flopped over onto his side and opened his eyes.
Above him, silhouetted in the moonlight, Richard stood with a kind of smirk on his muzzle, licking his lips. Beneath that, the now-familiar sight of the lion's enormous gut sagged under the weight inside it, although not so low that the flagging erection still oozing semen couldn't be seen beneath. One paw was underneath the heavy belly, hefting it and the indistinct mass inside. He belched.
"I... I can't believe... You did that," Keith gasped after a few moments of panting, wincing as a short stab of pain hit his backside. He sounded awed, voice breathy.
"But you got off on it, didn't you?" Richard said quietly, matter-of-factly.
Keith just nodded dumbly.
"Get up," Richard growled. "We have to go."
Keith just stared for a moment, then struggled to get to his feet. "...Why?"
Richard stared at him for a moment. "Because we just killed someone," he grunted shortly. "And unless we want to explain that to whoever comes by, we need to get back to the campsite. His family might come looking for him."
Keith just stared at him for a minute, almost in confusion. "Oh."
"Come on," Richard said, leaning over to take the shiba-inu by the upper arm and hauled him to his feet. "We're leaving."
Keith got to his feet, nodding. "O-ok..." He followed along numbly, stumbling through the underbrush back towards the campsite. Even now, a few feet behind Richard, he could hear the lion's gut starting to gurgle.
By the time they got back to the campsite, Keith had mostly recovered, his damp and aching ass the only physical reminder of what had just transpired. Once they'd gotten out of the woods Richard strolled along with only a slightly lumbering gait, the image of feline nonchalance marred only by the heavy gut too large compared to the rest of his frame to look natural.
"You want to rinse off down at the lake?" Richard asked. They were sitting on the open bed of the truck now, the dog's legs kicking freely, Richard's planted in the dirt. Neither of them had bothered to get dressed.
Keith shook his head. "No. It's all right." He shifted in his seat, shaking his head. "That was... How did you sneak up on him like that?"
Richard yawned, shrugging. "He wasn't paying attention to much else besides your ass."
Keith nodded. "Yeah, I guess not. Wow." He kept looking over at the lion's gut. The gurgling sounds were louder now, although not constant. "He got to get off, that's good."
"S'pose," Richard grunted absently. "We should get to bed. Get an early start tomorrow, avoid the rush." He crawled back into the truck bed, more than half of it taken up wit his sleeping bag.
Keith followed along behind, suddenly very tired. He realized, only now as he climbed into his sleeping bag, that he'd had a hardon ever since he'd been kissing David in the clearing.
The next morning...
They'd gotten up with the sun; with no curtains in the camper shell of the truck it was their only choice when bright light came lancing in. Keith got up first, followed by a significantly less overweight-looking Richard a few minutes later, yawning wide enough to look like his jaw was dislocating.
Keith ignored it, instead looking around with a frown. "We didn't bring a mirror. How am I supposed to brush my fur out? It's all crusty."
Richard snorted. "It's camping, Keith, not a beauty salon. Who cares what your fur looks like?"
Keith started combing it out with his fingers sticking his tongue out Richard while the lion headed off into the woods. "I do. There's burrs and stuff in it." He looked up. "Hey! Where're you going?"
Richard spoke back over his shoulder, not bothering to stop. "Where do you think?
Keith wrinkled his nose, turning away. "Oh, yeah. Nevermind," he muttered, digging around in his duffel for a brush and started to drag it through his tangled, crusty fur.
He'd managed to get through most of it, resolving to rinse off at the lake before they left, when a voice from behind him made jump.
"Hey, mister?"
The dog spun around in surprise. From the other side of the campsite had come a young wolf, maybe barely thirteen. He was wearing just a pair of shorts, sandals on his feet.
"Oh, uh... Hey." Keith looked closer at the youth. "Who're you?"
"Sydney," the wolf said, straightening up and looking defensive. "Who're you?"
Keith grinned a little at the pup's tone. "My name's Keith. Isn't it a little early to be up and around?" He glanced around, seeing no one else accompanying the boy.
The wolf named Sydney just looked around, too. "I guess. Have you seen my dad?"
Keith's grin faltered for a moment, a rush of exhilaration going through him.  "Your... Dad? You don't know where he is?"
Sydney nodded, brow furrowed. "Yeah. My mom said we have to look for him. He was camping with us, but he went somewhere last night and now we don't know where he is."
Keith pretended to look serious. "Hmm. Well, let's see. What's your... Dad's name?"
"Dave," he said matter-of-factly. "But I'm only allowed to call him dad. Mom gets mad if I call him Dave."
"Does she?" Keith was struggling not to giggle, the expression tugging at the corner of his muzzle. Rather than feel pity or guilt, he couldn't get out of his head what Richard was probably doing this moment while he talked to the pup. "Well, can't say I've seen him for awhile."
Sydney apparently didn't notice the odd reaction or phrasing, taking a look around again. "Ok. Maybe he has?" He pointed to where Richard was approaching back from the woods.
Keith turned around, resting a paw on the wolf's shoulder. "Richard! This pup-" He looked back at the lupine. "Uh, Sydney. He's looking for his dad. He was supposed to make breakfast."
Richard strolled towards them unhurriedly. "Was he now?" he drawled. "What's your dad look like, sport?"
"He's gray, like me," the pup said, holding up one bare arm to demonstrate. He seemed entirely unfazed by the enormous size of the lion, stretching his arm up towards him.
"He is, huh?" Richard said, pretending to examine it. "How tall is he?" He glanced around at the otherwise empty campsite.
Sydney shrugged. "Um... Taller than me? Not as tall as you though. Taller then him." He thrust a finger towards Keith.
Richard crouched down, but looked over the pup's head. "Is that him over there?" He looked pointedly at Keith, who just stared back him.
Sydney, though, glanced back over his shoulder. "Wh-Nnggg!"
Richard's movement was fluid and effortless, reaching out with both enormous paws and closing them around the wolf's waist, clapping his forearms to his sides. By the time Sydney had gotten his head back around, he was already staring confusedly into the lion's spread-wide jaws. The pup at first didn't make a sound, eyes widening to platters and muzzle falling open in shock, the expression a parody of the much larger leonine yawn right in front of him. A split-second before the jaws crashed down over his thin shoulders a sound started to rise up from his throat, barely a breath of air before enormous teeth clomped down, hard enough to crush it to only a *whoof*.
Keith just took a step back, avoiding the lupine's suddenly swinging legs. Taking a quick look around to make sure they were still alone in the campsite, a grin still played around his muzzle as Richard snapped those enormous jowls around the flailing pup, the already muffled screaming silenced as the youth's head was engulfed in the lion's gullet. A few more gulps hauled the small body in to the waist, the telltale lump already forming in the shaggy, tawny-furred throat. It was much smaller than the one David or Stephen had made, still noticeable as it squirmed and struggled it's way towards Richard's chest.
Those little legs kicked and fought, flinging forward and back almost bonelessly as Richard tilted his head back, straightening his neck. One, two, three more swallows each hauled the panicked lupine deeper, until with one last mighty gulp the kicking feet disappeared. From the time they lion had picked the wolf up to when he was licking his lips, stomach bulged faintly with the still-fighting meal inside, it had been less than a minute.Â
Keith was shaking his head, looking like he was trying not to laugh.
Richard took a deep breath, letting it out in a satisfied sigh. Only then did he seem to notice Keith's stunned expression. "What?"
Keith's voice was excited. "The way you did that! Just gulped him down like that!"
Richard flicked an ear, belching under his breath. His gut was still moving, ever so slightly. "Well yeah. The way you were grinning like that I'm surprised he didn't figure out his dad had been banging you last night. What was I supposed to do?"
"No no!" Keith shook his head emphatically. "That was really hot! I'm not bitching!"
"Yeah, well, we ain't got time to fuck," Richard grunted. "We gotta hit the road, unless you wanna get stuck behind another motorhome."
Keith made a melodramatic 'awww' face. "Can I at least go rinse off? I'm still all yucky from your breakfast's dad."
Richard shrugged. "Suit yourself. Wheels up in twenty minutes."
As Keith scampered off towards the lake, Richard just shook his head. "Something ain't right with that boy," he muttered under his breath as the struggling in his belly died down. At least he'd get to drive on a full stomach.
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Abandon
MemberWow, that.....just kept going, didn't it.
An inch. It's small and it's fragile and it's the only thing in the world worth having. You must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. You must never let them take it from you.Posted 1 year ago # -
Sexy.
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kjw004
MemberOh my god. Furry vore.
That's like two things that while it makes sense that it goes together...it really shouldn't. And the webcam thing oh my god lol.
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I should point out that the dude wasn't kidding about the chapter thing either. This part of I guess some kind of ongoing serial narrative, like a Readers' Digest story with cannibal furries and dog sex instead of wise old grandparents and miracle pets. They only get wordier.
And hey, Assface is just saying what we're all thinking.
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RabbiVole
Memberholy shit that batman comic is fucking glory
also jesus that story just KEPT FUCKING GOING
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Furious Sterling
MemberI get the feeling there is more to this comic...But oh god that last panel so fucking great.
It is always high school on the internet.Posted 1 year ago # -
http://i42.tinypic.com/28a0uj4.png
Wagner, that is pure and shining genius. Where in the fuck did it come from?
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kjw004
MemberHoly shit. That's just amazing. Yes, tell us. WE MUST KNOW.
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cyningaenglisc
Member(long-time listener first-time poster)
I've faced tubgirl, goatse, and all of 2girls1cup without looking away. I've seen the BME pain olympics, glassinmyass, and almost all strange and horrifying porn with nary a negative reaction. I say almost all because chimera synx's opera disturb me in ways I had not before experienced.
What is infinitely worse is the profound technical proficiency with which he creates these works. It is possible that he could be the next Vermeer, but he has instead chosen to be the abhorrent child of Giger and Bosch.
Having now experienced the epitome of the obscene, I hereby make it my goal to seek its opposite: the embodiment of pure beauty and delight. I have a feeling that it, too, is pornography.
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I have no idea where 36 Inch Penis Batman is from. None at all, sadly. It was a random, anonymous post to a 4chan imageboard. Tineye finds nothing. Sorry.
cyningaenglisc, this isn't the proper thread for it, but this would be my vote for the opposing image. Maybe you could start another thread.
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cyningaenglisc, this isn't the proper thread for it, but this would be my vote for the opposing image. Maybe you could start another thread.
Well, that was... refreshing.
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Shley
Membercyningaenglisc, this isn't the proper thread for it, but this would be my vote for the opposing image. Maybe you could start another thread.
Argh, the image has been moved or deleted apparently so I can't see it! What was it? And I would like to support the notion of a Banana Recovery thread of nice, pretty things. I need to see some stuff like that between this thread and going outside or my world view gets a little jaded.
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Man, that's weird. Tinypic has no problem with the image in the OP but they delete this
Maybe it's a copyright issue ?
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Shley
MemberMan, that's weird. Tinypic has no problem with the image in the OP but they delete this
And there I was expecting a picture of a tranquil forest or a pretty sunset.
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Noma: Proof of a loving God.
Perhaps you recognize it from its brief appearance in Warren Ellis' Transmetropolitan, where it is credited as "The Grazer." He didn't make that up, folks. That's a disease you can really get, especially if you're a child between the ages of 1 and 7, malnourished, and living in sub-Saharan Africa. Because hey, your life isn't fucked enough.
Quoth Wikipedia:
Noma is a rapidly progressive, polymicrobial, opportunistic infection that occurs during periods of compromised immune function.n many cases a recent debilitating illness (usually measles and sometimes herpes simplex, varicella, scarlet fever, malaria, tuberculosis, gastroenteritis, and bronchopneumonia) precedes the appearance of noma as well as cancers such as leukemia. In many instances the infection begins as necrotizing ulcerative gingivitis (NUG). Early presentation is unclear as noma is often well progressed at initial presentation.
Noma, unlike most infections, is able to spread through anatomic barriers such as muscle.
Awesome.
More images of what noma can do here.
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And now, to lighten the mood.
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