﻿Frank walks up to his friend’s door, texting him, “Yo, I’m here. Get the door.” The two have been friends since college, both bonding over the fact that they hated their classes. He waited for Max, swiping around aimlessly on his phone while he waited for his bud.
 
A few seconds later he heard frantic scrambling and a loud crash, making Frank wince. He saw the door open and looked around, not seeing anybody in front of him, after a few seconds of the game, he heard an annoyed cough from under him, “Hey horse-boy, you know I’m down here.” said his friend Max, tapping his foot with a little bit of impatience.
 
“Oh sorry didn’t see ya there bud!” said Frank, not able to wipe the sly little smile off of his face. “I keep forgetting how small you mouse peeps are, you got to be like, what? A fourth my size?”
 
Max just rolled his eyes and invited his friend in, “I’m just barely less than half your size, you know that, mostly because you say the same joke each time we meet up.” he said, knowing that no matter how much he protested it would be the joke he was greeted with forever. “I’ll have you know I’m big for a mouse, so I don’t want to hear it out of you. Besides that, you wanted to have some shots right?”
 
“Of course!” Replied Frank, lifting up a duffel bag. “I bought a bunch of stuff with me too, just incase I clear you out before I get tipsy.”
 
They walked in and sat down in the kitchen, Max pulling out two glasses from his cabinet and placing them on the counter. He went over to a cabinet and grabbed a bottle with a dark, almost opaque brown liquid and headed back. He held the thick glass bottle up and shook it back and forth in Frank’s direction, “I got this little thing a few days ago in anticipation for tonight, I can’t wait to see how it tastes.” He poured a small amount for himself, and about double for his friend, trying to match their respective paces for liquor. He slid one over to Frank and lifted the glass in the air; “The guy said it was the strongest thing they had in stock. So with that, Cheers!” he went as they both gulped down their drinks.
 
Frank slapped his hand on the table, “Woo!” the horse yelled, “That’s some strong shit, and we can’t be wasting that right at the beginning. We need a few shots of some weaker stuff in us so that doesn’t burn as much going down.” They both sat there for a moment after the comment, taking it all in. Frank broke the silence by reaching down and placing his bag on the table, “And I guess that’s where these come in.” He unzipped the bag and shuffled around it a bunch, moving various items until he got two bottles out, both the same as the other. “These right here are an old family secret, they are made from the wheat my family grows down back at the farm. Pretty strong, but I’m used to it by now. Growing up on that stuff you know?.”
 
“Sure, I’m down.” Said Max sliding his glass over for Frank to fill up. He poured an equal amount for the both of them before sliding it back, “Let’s nurse these for a bit, I’m already feeling a bit staggered from the first drink.” Frank agreed and they started to take their time with the glass, only occasionally sipping and refilling it while they shot the shit. By the end of the hour they started to really feel it, Max having to grab the counter a little tighter for balance.
 
They talked for about an hour about whatever came to their minds. Max always had a question that he wanted to ask his friend, and because of how relaxed and drunk they both were, he thought it was a good time to ask, “Hey bro, I heard some rumors over back in college about you.” Frank just laughed and waited for him to continue, tilting his head sideways a bit. “Almost every girl you’ve been with has a story to tell about how big your loads are, like gallons of jizz. How the hell do they all have that same story?”
 
Frank burst out laughing; almost falling back on the barstool he was in. “Actually there is some truth to that bro.” He said, slurring a bit of his words. “A cool thing about me is that I can swallow people with my cock and turn them into a nice juicy load.” Frank grabbed his junk through his shorts, showing off without showing anything.
 
Max just laughed at the absurd remark, even though there was an interested hint in his voice. The more he thought about it actually, he got more and more intrigued with that possibility. “Wait, you’re being completely serious?” he asked.
 
“Ya man, I swallowed a nice bitch a few days ago,” Frank started to say, “she tried to break up with me so I found another girl and made my ex into one of my ‘famous’ loads.’ Hell, sometimes it’s too awkward to carry my sack around that I just shoot them into a condom to finish the job.”
 
The thought of someone being swallowed down a cock and digested just couldn’t get out of Max’s head, every conversation they had kept relating to it. Every time Frank said more about the process Max got more interested, and just a little bit more drunk. Soon it was past midnight and both of them were shit-faced. Max slammed his glass down on the table, “Listen, Frank.” he said, “I’m so goddamn interested in that magic cock you got. Is there anyway that you could swallow me so I can see what it’s like and then spit me back up?”
 
Immediately Frank replied, “Whoa, no way dude. I ain’t shoving a guy down my junk, I don’t want to be your little freak show.”
 
“C’mon, quick 30 minute adventure, in and out, and I shower right after. I wanna feel what its like to have that happen to you” Max pleaded with his buddy.
 
Frank thought about the question for a few minutes while Max eagerly waited for the answer. The horse tried to think about all the times he did it, and if anyone ever escaped his sack on his or her own. A blurry memory came to him about some girl who jerked him off from inside, the rest of the thought was pieced together, but he said to Max, “I guess man. I’m pretty fucking wasted and we got nothing to lose. There was a bitch who tried to jerk me off from inside my sack, pretty sure she got out, pretty messy though.”


Max’s eyes lit up, “Sweet!” He said, heading off to his bedroom, telling Frank to follow him. The horse did, but grabbed his duffel bag and the strong drink that Max had at the beginning of the night before he went up.
 
They sat on the edge of Max’s bed for a bit, the mouse starting to get cold feet about the act, thinking about all the risks. “Let’s take a shot before we do this man!” Frank said, lifting up the bottle and pouring a hefty serving for himself and a small amount for his friend. They chugged it down and immediately felt better about the situation, Frank taking it upon himself to strip down to his boxers. “Here you go man, you are about to see the famous horsecock.” He said, slowly pulling down his boxers and revealing himself to his friend.
 
“That doesn’t look any different from a normal horsecock.” Said Max, who was taking off his clothes while they spoke.
 
Frank ignored him and sat back down on the bed, his eyelids kept closing and he had to fight the feeling of sleepiness while he watched his friend undress. While his friend was stripping, Frank started to stroke his own cock, getting himself hard. Max stopped what he was doing and watched in awe as his friend got erect, his jaw dropped as he estimated his friend’s member to be at least a foot long! “What are you waiting for Max, I don’t want any clothes inside of me.” Frank said, snapping his friend out of the stupor. Once Max finally stripped down, Frank pulled him close and smeared a bit of his pre over his friends nose, “I’m just lubing you up a bit bro,” he said, reassuring him. “Gotta make sure you don’t hurt going down.” Max started to get cold feet again, seeing how large his friends cock was, he was sure that he’d never get out. “Don’t worry man, I’m right here with ya, and I’ll pull you out if there is any sign of trouble.” said Frank, pulling his friend ever so closer to his throbbing member. “Once I shove your pointy muzzle in, its smooth sailing from there, I don’t have to do anything, and that’s a good thing. I don’t think I can even stand up at this point, I’m so fucking wasted.”
 
The words didn’t do much to reassure him. Max looked at his room door and back at Frank, who said, “So bro, you ready? You can def make it out.” Max swallowed in and nodded, still a bit unsure of the whole thing. “Sweet!” Frank said, reaching for his duffel bag, pulling out a Polaroid camera. “Just one more thing, lemmie take your picture.”
 
A hint of nervousness crept over Max’s voice, “Wh- why would you need to do that?”
 
“Oh don’t worry man.” Frank said snapping a picture of him; “It’s a force of habit. I do to everyone that gets shoved down my cock.” Before Max had time to respond, he got pulled back over to Frank, who grabbed the back of his head and pushed his nose inside.
 
“Wait! Wait!” yelled out Max who did not like his new position. Frank was too lost in the moment, he watched in amazement as he saw his friend slowly get sucked up by his cock. They made eye contact; Max’s desperate eyes meeting with his friends intrigued ones right before they slipped inside. Frank moved the rest of Max’s body onto the bed with him and grabbed at the strong brown liquor, twisting off the cap and saying, “This one’s for you bud.” pointing the bottle to his friend and chugging, who now was sinking neck deep in cock.
 
Max went limp once the cock reached his shoulders as he realized the struggle was useless. The strong smell of his friends cum flooded his senses and he tried to think about how to get out of there once he got inside the sack. He calmed down a bit, not as frantic as he was before thinking it would be all dark, but a small amount of light shone through, tinted brown as Frank’s member was a thick brown.
 
As his friend got deeper, Frank kept getting drunker, tossing back the dark liquor and putting it down. He took the picture of Max from the camera and shook it a bit, waiting for it to materialize. He saw the expression on his terrified friend and let out a hearty laugh, “What a dumb face, he’s so scared.” he said, putting down the picture for another bottle from his bag.
 
Max felt the thick flesh of the horsecock pulse around him, He must have jerked off before he came to my house, Max thought as he was being covered in his friend’s cum the more he slid down. He felt the head of Frank’s large member stretch over his hips, and right after a blast of humid, thick air greeted him as the passage to his friend’s sack opened.
 
Frank, battling to keep his eyes open at this point, saw the worried expression of his friends face fill his sack, and promptly lost his shit. Almost crying at this point from laughing so hard. He took one of his hands and rubbed Max’s face a bit, unknowingly shoving his own cum in his friend’s eye. He took another swig from the bottle and watched as Max went deeper.
 
“AH! Fuck!” yelled out Max, who couldn’t get the cum off of him, the pain sobered him up a bit, but all he could do was wait as he was slowly lowered down. Another problem came to his attention as he was falling inwards, a small pool of cum was at the base of his friends sack, and Max couldn’t avoid it.  He swung his head back and forth, unable to avoid getting his head submerged in it. He threw himself back and forth the constricting sack, trying to not drown.
 
Frank saw that his friend’s knees and feet were the only thing left before he was completely in. Remembering his promise he grabbed them, stopping the descent. He tapped his squirming sack, about where the horse thought his friends head was and asked, “Hey you good man? You’re down to the knees now.” Max couldn’t hear him and was too busy thrashing about trying to catch a breath, involuntarily he kicked his legs, which Frank interpreted in his wasted state as a, “Yes, let me down.” He released his grip, and finished another bottle of whiskey, totaling about 3 at this point.
 
Once Max felt his knee’s slip into the shaft, he was able to wrestle a hand free and push himself up, gasping for air and coughing up his friends cum. Once he got his other arm free he started to beat and push against his friends sack, trying to get pull himself fully in so he could get to work. The smell was nauseating and the temperature wasn’t the best either, but he had to get started as soon as possible.
 
Frank saw Max’s legs slip down his shaft pretty quickly, and his little tail slide down like a piece of spaghetti. Impressed, Frank patted his sack, “I believe in you bud!” he said, closing his eyes and letting out a big yawn, “Damn bro, that stuff was pretty strong, makes you pretty tired, you have to tell me where you got that when you get out.” Frank grabbed a few pillows and started supporting his body upright, letting out another huge yawn, the alcohol really getting to him.
 
Once he felt his legs free up he got to work right away, grabbing at his friends shaft and trying to stroke it from the inside. He couldn’t quite get the leverage he wanted, but he decided it would have to do. Picking up a steady pace, was thrown back and forth as he felt his friend move around, being dunked in the thick cum. Once Frank was stable, Max got a good grip on his shaft and started stroking it consistently. As the minutes went by he started to feel dizzier, a mixture of the alcohol and the thick stench was getting to him. His vision started to get blurry and he felt himself start to slip away. It was now or never for the mouse. Max’s stroking got faster, but he didn’t seem to making any progress, he actually felt Frank’s cock start to soften!  He could hear a loud yawn from the outside and his friend say, “Heh, got a pretty bad case of whiskey-dick. I need to sleep this off.”
 
Max started to panic, now slamming his fists against the cock, yelling at his friend to help him out. He took his sharp teeth and bit into the skin, trying to pierce himself out. “No need to tickle me man, you gotta jerk me off!” He could hear Frank say, almost half-asleep at this point. Max looked at his own body and saw how bad of a shape he was in; he was getting skinnier by the moment. Any excess fat he had was being turned into horsecum!
 
The mouse kept fighting for his life, squirming and squirming, trying to stop being turned into just another batch of his friend’s semen. He felt the body around him start to calm, slowly settling into a rhythm. He thought it was a good thing until he heard Frank snoring from the outside.
 
Max felt bits and pieces of his body start to melt away and sink into the ever-growing pool beneath him. He never thought he would go out this way, hell, he didn’t even know that dying this way even existed until just a few hours ago.  His body fell backwards into the pool of semen, his legs too thin and mushy to lift his body up. It wasn’t painful, his whole body just felt weird and numb going under the pool. Max tried to lift his arms up one last time, but they fell apart right before his eyes. He tried to keep himself above the rising level, but before long he sadly sunk down, submerged once again in the thick pool of cum, he opened his mouth and let it flow all throughout him, finally accepting his doomed fate.  Throughout the night Frank’s sack churned, fully digesting his former friend and shaping his body into another load of cum. His curiosity being the final blow that killed him.
 
Frank himself had a great time sleeping through all of it, processing out all the alcohol he ingested. In the early afternoon, Frank woke up with a killer headache and a pain in his lower half. He couldn’t get up, and was unfamiliar with his surroundings. He looked at the table beside the bed and saw the picture of his former friend bedside. Frank looked down at his bloated sack and back at the picture, putting two and two together. His mouth dropped a little bit, not really remembering the night before and what led him to this. “Did he want to get turned into cum?” Frank asked himself just perplexed on how this all happened. He remembered that Max was curious about the whole thing, but he knew that he didn’t want to become his jizz, not that it mattered now.
 
“Once someone gets down there, no one gets out until you get digested, you’re too big…” Frank just couldn’t wrap his mind around what happened, “Dumb mouse…” he repeated to himself over and over again.  He reached over to his bag and pulled out a large condom, placing it beside himself on the bed. “I don’t even have someone to dump you into, you dumb rodent.” Muttered out Frank, mumbling about now having to add him to his collection.
 
The horse grabbed his own shaft and started getting stroking it back and forth, trying to get erect. It didn’t take much because of how sensitive he now was. Once he was hard he maneuvered himself to the edge of the bed, just enough to dangle his legs off. He ripped the wrapper off and placed the condom on his thick horsecock. Frank started to jerk off again getting really into it. The feeling of his large sack sway, moving around with his former friend’s remains each time he stroked drove him to the edge. He let the large condom hang off the edge and placed his other hand back on his member, stroking with both hands now. Frank then wiped his mouth and spit on his junk, lubing up his throbbing cock with his own saliva. His moans and grunts echoed throughout the empty house, really getting loud as he was getting into the act.
 
Very quickly, Frank felt ready to finish, he picked up the pace, roughly jerking his cock back and forth.  He took one hand and steadied the condom in his grip, his moans getting louder than ever before. “Oh fuck Max, you little mouse bitch!” He moaned out feeling himself tense up, a bit painful from how much cum was swirling inside of him.
 
Suddenly, Frank was able to relax, shooting the white load of mousecum into the condom like a geyser. It swelled up, being filled with the remains of his former friend and drinking buddy. The contents of Frank’s balls just went straight into the condom. The digested Max was pure white with little spots of brown, but like what Max’s fur looked like.
 
It took some time, but after a few minutes, Frank’s thick horsecock started to shrink flaccid and his sack started to go back to normal. He tied the bag and set it aside for a second, taking one of his fingers and tasting the small amount of his friend left on the tip of his cock. Frank nodded his head, actually quite enjoying the taste. “You were a pretty shitty friend, but you make quite a nice load of cum.” He said, swallowing down the small amount, getting an opportunity to digest his friend once again.
 
He dressed himself and reached into his bag, taking a roll of scotch tape out and ripping a piece of it off. He taped the picture of Max to the bag of cum that contained his dissolved body, A fitting resting place. Frank thought.
 
He pondered about what he needed to do that day and realized he was free, so he got up and started to leave the room. “Oh! I almost forgot.” He said to himself, turning to the bag of what was left of Max. “Because you’re now my property bud, I get to keep all your stuff. Thanks for the life-insurance policy!” Frank walked out of the room and laughed to himself, I really gotta stop taunting the cum bags, he thought with a smile on his face, and a large amount of money added to his net worth.