Tjum was a young red squirrel just trying to get a nut. He never imagined the sexy adventure he'd end up going on when he tried to retrieve an acorn he'd dropped while on his way home to his family. Tjum was short for a squirrel, with the red fur and slightly tufted ears common to his kind. A long, bushy tail almost as big as the body it was attached to trailed out behind him like a reddish, furry streak as he ran. Tjum was male, of that there was no doubt; a firm sheath and balls were positioned below his tailhole on full display for all in the forest to see, for modesty was not something often on the minds of the forest-dwelling creatures.

He was leaping from branch to branch in the steamy forest canopy, which had become more jungle-like since he and Latte had returned the Waterstone to the top of White Mountain and brought water back to their home. His healthy, rusty red fur glistened with moisture as he nimbly leaped along, and he was soon to encounter an animal he'd never seen before when he mistimed his jump, slipped slightly, and dropped the big acorn he was carrying.

"Oops!" he cried, watching the nut fly from his fingers and go sailing off.

An attempt to grab it resulted in him leaning over too far, and despite his tail's efforts to get him back on balance, he toppled over and plunged down through the humid, somewhat misty air after the plummeting acorn, yelling in distress as he went. He turned in midair as he fell and cried aloud as he saw a branch with a very large slug on it rushing up to greet him. As fate would have it, he hit the slug as opposed to the actual branch, and it absorbed the impact of his fall with no harm done to the surprised mollusk whatsoever.

Tjum yelped as their bodies connected and he squished into its softness, splattering slime everywhere. As he bounced off of it, tendrils of the slime kept their bodies connected. He resumed falling now, but at a greatly reduced rate of speed, and the slug, having been dislodged by the impact, fell after him. Both of them hit the soft dirt at the edge of a deep ditch-like crevice running through the forest floor and slid unceremoniously into it. They landed at the bottom, and Tjum had the wind briefly knocked out of him. The slug fared better due to his soft, bonless body, although he was still shaken and more than a little annoyed at having his leisurely crawl across the branch so rudely interrupted.

Sitting up and groaning, the young squirrel's first thought was to find his acorn, but he didn't see it in the vicinity. Evidently it handn't landed in the ditch with him, and, if it had, it had landed somewhere else. He noticed the slug flailing around on his back, immediately assured of the mollusk's sex by the hefty, flaccid slug cock flopping about on the obscenely fat belly, and the even heftier, full bags of the creature's testicles jiggling beneath. Tjum felt a stirring in his loins, feeling his cock tip poking slightly free from his sheath. Swallowing and absently realizing this probably meant he was gay, he rose and went over to the slug.

"Sorry about that, mister," he said apologetically.

"That was quite rude of you," said the slug, refusing his help and rolling over onto its side and then its belly. "I was having a good crawl along the branch when you just slammed into me!"

Tjum winced. "It was an accident!" He explained how he'd slipped trying to retrieve his errant acorn.

The slug frowned and absorbed this information, then grinned a little as he noticed Tjum's arousal. "Well, since you hit me, I think you should make it up to me," he said, rolling back over, his cock swelling and becoming engorged as it grew, stiffening up to a monstrous girth. "After all, if you hadn't hit me on your way down, you could've had a considerably harder landing. Maybe even been killed."

Tjum found it difficult to argue with this assessment, his own cock becoming increasingly thicker and harder. He had, for the split second they'd been connected, found the feeling of the huge mollusk's slick, soft body quite nice, and he was enjoying the sight of the slimy cock growing and stiffening before him, his little, nimble-fingered hands sliding down his tummy to grope at his sheath, coaxing his dick out further. "O-Okay... what would you like me to do?" he asked, though he didn't really need to be told, having seen his father and the old rabbit on more than one occasion when they hadn't realized anyone was watching.

He went over and got atop the slug. The creature was slightly larger than him, an enormous, bloated bag of slime that spread out in a soft, doughy expanse beneath him, and he nuzzled at the thick slug cock, before a flick of the fat tail tip nudged him up and around so that he squatted over the slug's face with the other male's member directly in his in a sixty-nine position. He gasped as he felt the slug's mouth slurp in and engulf his young member, which immediately sent his tail whooshing around wildly and set his hips to thrusting, pumping his stiff member into the slug's maw, his smallish but very firm balls smacking against the top of the slug's head repeatedly, though without complaint from his new friend. Tjum himself put his species' ability to stuff large amounts into their mouths to good use by opening wide and slurping the big, bloated beast of a member into his eager maw, just like he'd seen his father do.

Schlorp, slurppp. The soft, squishy sounds fill the air as squirrel and slug set to sucking, becoming hornier and hornier by the minute. Tjum's eyes rolled up in his head and he pressed himself more firmly down against the soft, sticky body of his lover, feeling the mucus smearing itself through his fur, a sensational feeling which drove the squirrel absolutely wild.

Since this was his first time with another male, Tjum was too caught up in what he was experiencing to really pay much attention to his surroundings. Similarly, although this wasn't the older, more experienced slug's first time, his view was blocked by the squirrel's rear end and lower extremities. Tjum's perky ass and of course his lovely cock filling the slug's vision as much as his mouth, the huge fluffy tail obscuring everything else. This would end up costing the pair, for a new predator had moved into the jungle recently, although before he arrived, a second slug happened along and decided to join in, unintentionally sealing his as well as their fates. The second slug was also a male, a little younger than the one Tjum had landed on but much bigger, a thoroughly bloated specimen that oozed leisurely along the edge of the ditch up above.

He heard the squishing and muffled groans and glanced to his left, eyes widening as he saw his fellow slug and the squirrel going at it in the depths of the ditch. Although, to the small animals, the ditch was more like an enormous, shallow canyon, the horny and eager slug descended into its recesses surprisingly quickly for a slug, and an especially big fat one at that, dragging his increasingly more erect cock along the ground underneath him, the stimulation driving him absolutely wild with lust and spurring him on. Atop the first slug, Tjum briefly glanced up and noticed the second one approaching. With a slurp, he took his mouth off of his lover's member, which popped free and splatted against its belly, and coughed up some slug slime, turning and trying to warn the other male, since he didn't entirely fancy being stuck between two such enormous, undulating bags of slime. At least part of him didn't. Another part couldn't wait to become completely engulfed.

"Hey!" he cried, but the slug beneath him ignored him, continuing to blow his squirrel cock, thrusting at his mouth with his own member, oblivious to anything except raw, animalistic sex. Tjum shuddered in a mixture of dread and excitement as the second, larger slug slid up and over him from behind, flopping its blobbish fluidity onto his back, head draped over his shoulder right next to his. He opened his mouth to protest and was silenced by a deep, passionate kiss, smushing and smearing slime all over his surprised face. Tjum lost himself to the kiss, closing his eyes, feeling the pulsing wet mass of the bigger animal's body press down and engulf him entirely, pushing him firmly against the other slug beneath him as he felt the firm tip of the other male's member against his virgin tailhole, mmming happily into the slug's mouth as the bulbous, slimy head spread his asshole wide and plunged into his depths, followed by the shaft. To ensure his initial lover boy wasn't left out, Tjum made a point of grabbing the first slug's cock and giving it a few good jerks with one hand, using the other to fondle the big balls. The slug pressing down from above obscured his vision as well. He could see nothing but slimy slug fat.

Thus, the three were doomed, but didn't know it yet. But their fates weren't irrevocably sealed until Lou, a goanna, emerged over the top of the ditch and looked down. His name was Lou and he was new to the forest. He had come sometime after the Waterstone was returned, drawn by the increasing humidity and the teeming life. He was not merely a predator, he was a predator among predators who had no equal, and he was forever seeking to fill his belly. He was extremely fat, dragging his bulging belly along the ground, a thick, flabby tail trailing behind him, and at first glance he seemed to be slow and incapable of being a threat to anyone, but one look at how Lou moved told a far different story. His gate was leisurely but extremely powerful and nimble, and his tail, though thick, whipped 'round with the grace and power of a thick, meaty bullwhip. Lou was in some respects a simple creature. He lived only to satisfy his almost lustful desire for live, squirming food, and so far this forest hadn't disappointed him. And upon seeing what was taking place in the depths of the ditch before him, he smirked, for he knew the day he'd be disappointed wouldn't be today.

The moment his gaze fell upon them, they were his.

Although in an ironic twist, Lou didn't realize he was looking at a threesome. The two slugs were so fat and they hid Tjum so well between them that the big lizard assumed he was simply looking at two horny slugs going at it, and he would remain unaware of the squirrel's presence even once his task was complete. Not that learning of Tjum would change what happened. If anything, knowing it was to be a slug sandwich with some squirrel meat in-between would've only enticed him more. As it was, though, Lou slid into the ditch assuming he was to have a two course meal rather than a three course one, and he would think this to the last.

"What's this?" he said aloud to himself. "It's a filthy sixy-nine!" He narrowed his eyes and his confident grin broadened. "Which means you two are mine!" Bobbing himself along to a beat only he could hear, the goanna landed in the ditch fully and began approaching the other animals unhurriedly. Even if they noticed him and tried to flee, there was nowhere to go and nowhere to hide.

Now, Tjum heard his deep, somewhat seductive voice, alone among the three lovers. At first, though, he couldn't see who had spoken. Was it the slug on top of him? Suddenly, the bodies parted for a brief instant, and light flooded the dank, dark tunnel created by the squirming bodies, and Tjum's eyes widened as, past the rising spire of the bottom slug's huge cock, he saw the huge lizard approaching. However, Lou could not see him due to the angle, and nothing would've changed if he had. He walked forward.

"Check this out," he said.

Tjum opened his mouth. To scream. To cry out in warning. But right as he did, the first slug's cock flopped into his maw, and, misinterpreting, the creature, groaning around the squirrel's maleness, thrust himself in, and Tjum's attempt to warn his lovers was quite literally strangled in his throat. With a meaty "whump," the top slug's body came back down, blocking Tjum's vision again. Although he was facing the same direction as the squirrel, he would remain unaware of the danger they were until the very last instant. Slugs aren't terribly bright on the best days, and become nothing but mindless fuck machines during sex, especially gay sex with cute squirrel boys, and so although he was in a better position than Tjum to see Lou, he didn't, keeping his eyes closed the entire time.

Previously, a slight singsong quality pervaded his speech, but now, to the mixed horror and confusion of the squirrel wriggling between the slugs, he began singing. It was a song many animals had heard before, and for all of them, it was the last thing they'd ever hear.

His voice was thick and husky. "I've a basic inclinination..." He rose up on his hind legs, giving Tjum a good look at himself when the slugs' bodies parted again for a brief instant. His belly hung heavy, cock starting to thicken and rise. Lou narrowed his eyes down at him and sang, "A very primal need..."

Splutt! The slugs slammed together in lust again, blocking the lizard from Tjum's view. He screamed muffledly around the cock in his mouth.

"...to inspect the vegetation, for an egg or centipede..."

Encased in that flabby vice between those two horny slime buckets, Tjum could only moan in a mixture of confused lust and terror as he kept right on sucking the big dick filling his mouth. He was well and truly trapped between the two amorous mollusks and he knew for certain the big lizard meant them harm. Weirdly, he found his libido kicking into overdrive at the thought. The combination of sex and danger was driving him wild, and it wasn't long before he gave himself over to the lust completely, giving many squirms and writhes against the slimy bodies, moaning muffledly around the thick drooling member and then sucking the hefty balls into his mouth as well, swishing them around before letting them pop free.

Schlorp! The slugs parted again for an instant. The goanna danced and bobbed his body, swinging his enormous hips. "I just can't control this hunger," he sang to the two slugs as he lowered himself back down to the earth and slid forwards, "I just can't seem to cut it back..." He left a trail of precum along the dirt as he approached. "I could see you as a morsel... or a strange exotic stew!"

He dipped his head down. "So on your slimy bodies I will dine... for all who dwell within these woods are mine!" he sang, both to the two he was about to devour as well as any who happened to be listening nearby, a declaration of his lazy and easy dominance over all others. With one free hand he grabbed and jerked his big thick lizard cock, using the other to steady himself against the ground as his lips parted and a slender forked tongue shot out and wrapped around the slugs. His hunger exploded with such glee as he kept right on walking through the ditch without stopping, letting the two mollusks and their squirrel friend sandwiched between them dangle gently in the air, bobbing before him, moving them up slowly towards his lower lip.

Tjum could feel the sudden jostling of his lovers' bodies around him, and although he was still sealed in a squishy cocoon made by the slug underbellies, pinned by lewd squelches and smacks as he was filled from both ends by those cocks, the balls of the slug he was pleasuring jostling and gurgling before him, ready to fill his belly with slug joy as he could feel the throbbing of the other creature's cock deep inside of him, he did get the occasional glimpse of Lou whenever the bodies would part briefly as they thrusted and squirmed, oblivious to the danger they were. Tjum beheld the gaping maw of the goanna below, but found himself unable to really care, so thoroughly overcome by mindless lust. With a glorp, the slimy seal closed again and he groaned louder with his mouth full of slug cock, lips pursing neatly around the shaft as he attempted to ride his other lover harder, squeezing his ass like a vice around his cock.

Lou overflowed with predatory glee, flexing his tongue to lift the snacks up with ease. He had such a good grip on them that even their slimy bodies couldn't slip free. Now, finally, they seemed to grasp their true predicament, far too late, and became frantic with a primal desire to live which combined with their deep-seated need to "give," becoming far more restless and wriggly, unsure whether they wanted to escape or finish their dirty deed with the squirrel, all the while Lou's maw beneath them gaped.

"Welcome to the food chain, you insigificant little things!" Lou said around his tongue, and with that, he flung them into his maw and swallowed loudly. They made a bulge in his throat going down, and he smacked his somewhat slimy lips, tongue lazily sweeping all along his mouth until he'd erased every trace that he'd just devoured someone.

Squirming down his throat, the slugs became desperate. Not to live, as there was no chance of that now, but desperate to get off before they were claimed by the peril that would end their lives. As for Tjum, he too gave himself over fully to Lou now, though the goanna hadn't even known he'd existed. He felt the slugs' orbs swelling up, their cocks throbbing as they hit their peak, cumming fiercely, swiftly filling him with their thick slime, feeling his own pent up climax drawing near, his body shuddering with sexy delight as he too came, pumping a substantial load of squirrel cum into the mouth of the slug sucking him off, all three creatures trapped in their mindless bliss as they were pulled further down the goanna's throat to their final fate in his belly. Sorry mom and dad, he thought to himself with a blush, his only regret being that no one would ever know what had happened to him.

Lou gave a tiny belch as he continued on his way, above such concepts as mercy and kindness, pausing only to give his cock a little satisfied stroke. These woods offered much good hunting for the lizard.

The End.
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