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...and then bumping together quite a bit more on purpose. Boy, that otter sure is stretchy, isn't he? Habu gets to put her full prehensile tongue to work as well, and finds out why some of Lukas's pals refer to him as the group handpuppet.", "writing": "Lukas’s ears perked this way and that, the otter craning his head to peer around the seething mass of strangers that pressed in all around him. All in all he didn’t think it was too terribly crowded here, but certainly more partygoers had arrived than whenever he was the one to hold a gathering like this. That was fine, though: that meant he was just another face in the crowd here, and that anyone who saw him tonight would likely just as soon forget him, unless he did something to specifically earn their attention.\n\nWhich, and he looked down at the nearly finished drink in his paw, only the second for the night but still likely his final, shouldn’t be happening this time. He lifted the cup to his muzzle, tilted it up for a moment, and drew in the rich, smooth, sweet scent of the cocktail, at once acrid yet invigorating; he angled his head back, parted his lips, flicked his tongue out… caught the cool burn as it spread within his maw, flavor admittedly a bit watered down by now. That was fine, though.\n\nAnd that’s that. He slid past another small group of strangers, dropped his empty cup off on a nearby counter, and then kept on going, still trying to peek his way in between the clash of bodies. With all of these unfamiliar scents in the air, the natural musk of sweat and exertion and enjoyment mixing with whatever the hosts had sprayed specifically to avoid something like this happening, his nose felt as though it were a hundred miles away somewhere else – and then also unlike when he was the one to host, this house made ample use of the dimmer switches and bulbs. Why bother having a party indoors if it’s gonna be as dark as outside? The otter squinted, trying to peer around, hoping to again catch a flash of something familiar in the dimness. Besides, it’s nicer out there tonight than it is in here. I’m starting to get a bit cold.\n\nI swear I saw her just a little bit ago, but if I was wrong and I don’t find her, then I might as well just-\n\nBut then he froze again, long rudder tail curling in around one of his legs, ears perking up, whiskers pitching forward. There back near the corner, leaning up against one of the walls, arms crossed, dark fur and smooth, sleek scales blending in with the dim colored lights of the party space… Lukas thought she hadn’t seen him yet. 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Closer he came and still she looked the other way; he came closer, sidled up along her other side, folded his paws behind his back, then leaned in over her shoulder.\n\nHe opened his mouth, took a breath, then paused; she smelled faintly of cool morning dew, a soft touch of petrichor, a faint tingle of fiery cinnamon underneath, all tied together with the distinct spice of aroma that was just distinctly her. Lukas’s heart fluttered in his chest for a moment, and then he tried to silently clear his throat, leaned in closer-\n\n“Hey.”\n\nAnd her nearby ear didn’t even flick his way. The otter blinked, a little confused, and tilted his head; he closed the distance to the bat and worked an arm in between her side and the wall, where she easily shifted to allow him in. His webbed fingers spread across the smooth, short fur of her lower body beneath the thin shirt she wore, short claws teasing in towards the skin underneath.\n\n“Did I spook ya?”\n\nThen, finally, Habu turned her head to regard him. Faint amusement glimmered in luminescent pink eyes – just the two of them this time, one barely visible beneath the crest of darker hair hanging down along that side of her snout – and she briefly flicked her tongue out across her chops, fangs protruding.\n\n“Lukas.”\n\nThe otter blinked. “Habu.”\n\n“Do you know what you look like?”\n\n“Um…” He looked down across himself. “Yes? Is this a philosophical thing?”\n\n“Not this time. I’m just saying.” She shifted a bit, just enough to squeeze her arm up around his shoulders and then tug him a little bit closer, wrapping the slightly smaller mustelid in beneath the velvet of her wing. “You looking the way you do, asking if you spooked me…”\n\n“Okay! Okay, I get it.” He bumped his muzzle in against the side of her chest, drawing in another wisp of her scent. “You could just call me cute, you know.”\n\n“Hmm. I could.”\n\nShe left that hanging in the air. Lukas perked up, tried to follow her gaze, couldn’t lead it anywhere, and then looked back to the bat beside him. One of those fangs poked down over her lower lip; she flicked her gaze back down to him, caught his expression, smirked, looked away again.\n\nLukas coughed. “So are you gonna?”\n\n“And further inflate your already gargantuan ego?” Her hand tightened on his shoulder, violet claws digging affectionately into the fur through his shirt. “Absolutely. It’s good to see you again, cutie. Been too long.”\n\n“Shame the way that schedules keep lining up the way they do, but…” He reached his arm further around to drape more comfortably along her waist. 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Maybe saw him earlier in the night, but, no.”\n\n“Ah. I dunno what the plan for the rest of the night is, either…” He trailed off again. Underneath the drone of conversation pounded the rhythm of the ongoing music, pumping out from the tall speakers near the TV on the other side of the room. “It’s nice getting a break from bartending, though.”\n\n“Oh? I thought you enjoyed it.”\n\n“Oh, I do. But I pay for all of it myself, and, like… I don’t know, it’s better when it’s for fun, and for friends who also like it, instead of just getting some random freak drunk.” Lukas let his paw drop down a little bit further, now teasing at the waistband of Habu’s pants. She rocked her hips to the side, then nudged back into him again; he grabbed on tighter for support, fingerpads pressing into her fur. Her tail crept in to wrap around one of his ankles. “But I do like what I mix better.”\n\nThe bat nodded. “Yeah, I don’t even drink and I still like the one you made.”\n\n“Don’t I know it. You drank both yours and mine.”\n\nHer tail continue upwards, coiling along his calf towards his knee. “And I’d do so again.”\n\n“Hmm.” Lukas turned to face her more fully, bracing his other paw against her lower chest beneath the smooth curve lifting out her shirt… and slid his spread fingers around until he felt the small pinpoint nubs of her lower nipples, protruding just slightly out from the fur surrounding them. “Well, unlucky for you, I already finished mine for tonight.”\n\nHer tail kept on coming, now reaching up, the twinned fork at the end sidling between his legs so that one end squeezed up in front and the other nudged beneath the base of his own tail. Giggling hotly, the otter lifted up on his tiptoes, Habu beside him tightening her wing to drag him closer; she grinned down at him, sharp fangs glittering between glossy black leather lips. She reached down with her other hand, grabbed his wrist, then guided him up underneath her shirt, to continue his exploration of her nipples without the barrier of fabric in between – then tilted his chin up along curved fingers.\n\n“And you think that’ll stop me?”\n\n“W-well,” Lukas stammered, trying to resist pushing down against her tail, “I-”\n\nAnd then her hair tickled across the side of his muzzle when she closed the distance, the bat’s broad, flat leaf nose brushing across his own as she found the angle. Then lips to lips, pushing forward, pressing together, locking in place… and just as quickly parting open, the broad, thick tongue inside snaking smoothly out. It coiled around Lukas’s tongue much like her tail had down for his leg, wrapping in around the muscle and squeezing until he couldn’t move it, then slipping free; she pressed down into the bottom of his mouth and then circled up to the roof, then swirled all the way around to dig in between his teeth and his cheeks.\n\nAlready his grasp tightened on her belly, reaching back towards her side, then coming in to the center again, paw lifting up, working beneath the hem of her bra, sliding further. Habu drew partially back to swallow, then dove forward without missing a beat; she had started sucking at his mouth, drawing his tongue into her maw, sharp fangs teasing across the sensitive surface, biting down just enough to send little electric tingles vibrating through his body, all the while her tongue continued in its exploration.\n\nShe shifted her other hand down from around his body to now grasp at his shoulder, pushing him back in against the wall so he had nowhere to go. 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His heart pounded, thumping out against the inside of his chest right where the end of her tongue curled; he had no doubt that she could feel that as well, beneath the constant tensing and constricting of muscles never before touched like this, Habu’s mouth sideways against his own as she pressed through the full length of his throat and filled out within his ribcage, tongue seeming to pull him forward against her from inside, twisting this way and that – and then it swiftly drew back and left him coughing and spluttering, sticky strands of saliva dripping between his lips and hers.\n\nThe bat lifted a pair of fingers beneath the muscle as it retracted, flinging some of those strands off, then slurped them in between pursed lips. She dove in again for another small peck to Lukas’s slimy, dripping mouth, then again, then swirled her tongue around to clean up the mess; he grabbed onto her shoulder, tears gathering at the corner of one eye for the unexpected depth, mouth quirked in an exasperated grin.\n\n“How in the – world-”\n\n“Hmm…” The bat rolled her tongue within her mouth from one side to the other. “I’m getting… a little bit of… whiskey, I think?”\n\nFor a moment Lukas stared. Then he coughed again, cleared his throat, and wiped at his mouth, unable to keep himself from giggling.. “You… are an anomaly.”\n\n“Y’know,” she mused, then with a hand on his shoulder she leaned in to suck the dribbling spatters of spit from around his mouth. “I do seem to get that a lot.”\n\nYet again the otter coughed, swallowed, coughed again. He could almost still feel her tongue snaking down his throat, swirling along the coating of mucus, digging down where it really should not have gone… he shifted how he stood, moving his weight from one leg to the other and then back again, then looked back up to her. Her bright eyes had of course never left his face, and when he returned the look all she did was tilt her head slightly to one side.\n\n“So.” Lukas reached out for her hand, her long fingers surprisingly warm, her longer claws slipping through his fur and tickling across his pads. “If you’re here on your own now, and I was kinda just lookin’ for you…”\n\nWhy am I still nervous? She just literally tongued my throat without asking, and all it did was make me harder than I’ve been in weeks. He shifted again. And everything we’ve talked about since the last time we saw each other; I know her better than I know some of my regular friends…\n\n“You wanna, uh…” Lukas squeezed her hand, entwining her fingers with his. Habu tilted her head the other way and returned the touch. “Go… somewhere, just the two of us?”\n\nFor a moment he expected her not to respond. Then the bat flicked her ears, one going one way towards a noise further out within the party and the other angling towards the corner behind the pair, likely picking up the echoed soundwave. “I’m quite okay with staying right here if you are.” Those two large, glowing eyes blinked. “Since I don’t mind an audience, and I know you don’t, either.”\n\n“Well, sure.” He stood up on his tiptoes to face her more fully, Habu drawing her head back just a bit. Her chin pressed down into the thick fluff ringing her shoulders; Lukas placed a webbed paw in that fur, then licked his lips again as he came in closer. “But the audience might mind.”\n\nThose same taloned hands rested around his waist, easily slipping up beneath the hem of his shirt. “Mm. I see what you mean.” Her breath wafted with his now, a bit, or at least what he thought his might be; goddamn, the otter thought, I’m getting deja vu – didn’t this happen last time? “I’ve been over here a few times before. If we’re lucky, there might be somewhere upstairs for us. Well, not for us, but I’m sure you know what I mean…”\n\nAs she spoke Habu’s hands continued down towards the middle of his back, claws cutting gently through his thick fur to the skin underneath. Lukas’s rudder lifted in response to the touch, nerves tingling, back arching; his eyes fluttered beneath falling lids and he couldn’t help but lean forward against her, head coming in against her chest, paws resting along her smooth belly, flat save for the little pinpoints of those nipples and then the gentle waves of slight streamlined muscle layered beneath. Her scent wrapped in around him, blocking out the awareness of the strange, unfamiliar crowd and noise and everything else – and then she tightened her hands just above his tail and tugged him in against her, where she grinded her waist across his.\n\nLukas gasped and couldn’t help but push forward in return, a small shiver rebounding through his body. He looked up at her; she flashed a predatory grin. “Listening to me?”\n\n“Huh? Yeah, I was – just…” Lukas managed to extricate himself from her grasp, though left his paw in hers. “Yeah. I got, um, distracted.”\n\nShe tugged at his paw, pulling away from the corner. “Too much to drink?”\n\n“No, not at all. Stopped myself early tonight. Didn’t wanna get too – y’know.”\n\n“Thought so. Could taste whiskey on you…” She glanced his way. “...in you, but not a lot. Tasted like you stopped at… two, tonight?”\n\nHis ears flicked. She led him through the pulsating throngs of the crowd, back around the corner through the kitchen and then towards the entryway. “Yeah. And the first one was-”\n\n“Gin.”\n\n“Wow. You tasted that, too?”\n\n“No. Well, not really. A little bit. It’s just that when you do get tipsy, you always make sure to tell me how gin is your favorite. So, a bit of an educated guess.” She pulled him around the corner and started up the stairs, still trailing his paw back after her. “I gotta get the recipe for that blood orange margarita you made that one time.”\n\n“You know it doesn’t take actual blood, right?”\n\n“Still just as good as if it did, though.”\n\nThe noise decreased somewhat upstairs, though the thumping of the music could still be felt vibrating up through the foundations of the house. Habu leaned in towards one door and then the next, sensitive ears angled for any signs, every now and then pausing near an almost- or fully-closed knob, until finally she found one that seemed suitable.\n\n“Here we go.” She released his paw and stepped back, crossing her arms in front of her chest, effectively cloaking herself within her wings. “Open the door and step on in.”\n\n“Me?”\n\n“Yeah, you.”\n\n“Okay. Sure.” Lukas did so, then peered around within the empty room. “It probably won’t come as a surprise to hear that I was expecting some kind of trick or joke, when you told me to do that just now?”\n\n“And why would you think that?” Habu stepped in after him and nudged the door shut with her foot, then paused, glanced over, and turned the lock as well. “I just wanted a better view at what I’m gonna be working with.”\n\n“What you’re-” He blinked. “Oh. Oh, I see. Y’know, you’re being really… bold and forward tonight… and…”\n\nAnd he trailed off as the bat approached, already moving to strip her top off over head, the fabric draping loosely down around her chest; her wings prevented her from wearing standard sleeves. Lukas felt his jaw drop open as he looked across her, soft chest held in place beneath a slim-fitting bra, dark grey fur stretching across her chest and sides like smooth, soft velvet, giving way only for the other nipples along her belly and then parting in the middle for those same silken scales leading down between her legs, disappearing beneath the waistband of her pants.\n\nHabu stepped up to him, tilted her head again – she’s looking at me like I’m prey, he realized, the thought sending a sharp shiver down through his rudder, like she’s a hawk, and I’m a little bunny she saw running through the grass – then placed her hands along his shoulders. The touch sent another electric shock reverberating through him.\n\nThen, refocusing her gaze, she dropped those hands down along his arms, towards his elbows, then in along his sides as well. “That’s not a problem, is it?”\n\n“N-no, it’s…” Lukas wet his lips and leaned into the touch. Long fingers teased beneath his shirt, then began lifting it up. “Not at all. I’m just a little – surprised, since last time I… thought…”\n\n“Well…” She paused to pull his shirt off over his head, one hand spreading in the middle of his chest as he did so, pressing into the thick fluff of otter fur, thumb reaching over to graze over one smaller, flatter nipple. “It’s been a while, and I’m tired of waiting, and besides, I know you’re good for it.” She tossed the shirt to the side, then paused and leaned over to peer at him. “You are good with it, right?”\n\nLukas blinked, felt the pressure in her gaze, then guided that hand down. Further down, across his belly, over his waist, down between his legs… and held her there as he pushed forward into her grasp, warm arousal nestling within her cupped fingers and pressing against her wrist, the bat immediately shifting to squeeze and rub in response through his pants.\n\n“Of course I am,” he breathed, then again stood up on his tiptoes. His mouth brushed across, then pressed into hers; her tongue flicked, circled, swirled again, then drew back again. “But I appreciate you asking.”\n\nThen back in again, and again, and again, arms shifting, fingers exploring; Lukas slid one paw up the back of her bra and felt at her shoulders and her spine, then moved around to the front to cup that gentle curve, squeeze, gently pinch. She gasped a mouthful of breath from within his lungs, then sighed it right back out into him. One of her hands made its way beneath the waist of his pants, near the base of his rudder; he reached back and wedged her in further, wrapping her fingers around the smooth softness of his rump, moaning softly into her mouth when she squeezed. He felt himself guided gently towards the bed, half-stumbled over his own footpaws, caught himself on her waist, then used that leverage to continue right down in front and pop open her pants fly.\n\nTheir kiss broke again when he bounced down along the edge of the mattress, Habu’s hand slipping around to make the same move on him. He spread his legs, nudged forward, made sure to throb as she tugged the zipper down.\n\n“You don’t mind,” the bat murmured, long hair hanging down alongside his muzzle, “do you?”\n\nLukas bit his lip. He lifted up so that she could slide his pants down, settled back against the mattress, kicked one leg and then the other to work the fabric off, then shivered when those fingers curled in around him and stroked softly. “Mind… what?…”\n\n“Me being… forward.”\n\n“Not at all.” Lukas’s head rolled back on his shoulders. “In fact, it’s… quite nice, and I… hah…”\n\nHis breath left in one great, smooth puff of sweet relaxation, lips still tingling from her kiss, fingers searing from where he had touched her body. His little teacup ears perked to the sound of Habu’s gentle scoff, and then the bat shifted again: she dropped down his body, knelt between his legs, and sighed out over his hard shaft, still pumping with her other hand. He could feel her breath, hot and humid and inviting, soon followed by the gentle brush of soft lips, and that same dexterous tongue flicking around, dancing along the end, curling its way further down… and then further, and further, snaking along his length and squeezing as it went, looping around the base of his sack, coiling down further.\n\nThe otter tightened up, once again biting his lip, and shivered with the strange sensation. Habu held her maw open like a hunting predator before her meal, pulsing her long tongue in rhythm where it had wrapped all the way down around him, squeezing, stroking… bathing in his scent just as he had for her. Then just as he had expected, the bat scooped her hands underneath his thighs and lifted him up a little bit, tongue slithering back across the progress it had made; he let himself drop back to bed, one arm across his chest and the other covering his closed eyes, as Habu worked herself into position underneath him. A leg over one of her shoulders, then the other doing the same, and she reached in, squished her hands against the otter’s rump…\n\n...and straightened up so that he tumbled forward across himself, hefty rudder hanging down against her chest, hind end hoisting up into the air. With a gasp of surprise Lukas looked down – or up, rather – at where the bat now peered down at him from between his own legs, then shifted to find a comfortable position to watch the show.\n\nHis eyes fluttered shut all over again, then, once Habu closed the distance. She kissed his tailhole as she had his muzzle, coming in slow and soft at first, lips brushing back and forth, learning the texture, the shape, the presence; Lukas felt her breath trickling down across him and warming his fur as it went, and he couldn’t help but flex and clench in response. One of Habu’s ears perked to this and she dug in a little further, pressing herself into place – so that her tongue could then fold out from inside, first just nudging, tapping, trailing, and then beginning its focused work.\n\nAnd then, still just as she had kissed him before, that was where it really began. She briefly drew her tongue back in, swallowed, leaned closer in towards the edge of the bed, and then flicked it back out again, and this time kept on going. Lukas opened his mouth to speak, then felt the words sizzle away into a low, shivering moan beneath the attention of her tongue, dancing across, swirling, circling… pushing, pressing, digging. Back and forth she went until his rim dripped with the thick stickiness of smooth, warm saliva, only for her to then purse her lips, suck it right back into her mouth, and start all over again, faster, harder.\n\nHind end hefted up like this, there was nowhere for his legs to go except for over her shoulders. Lukas wrapped himself around her right as the bat began to dig deeper inside of him, at the same time pulling her in more firmly: she pressed her mouth against the rim of his tailhole, flexing, relaxing, and scooped her tongue deeper, tapered point already easily working its way through the ring of muscle, then swirling in. Lukas gasped again, able to feel the way she dug out at his guts from inside; even from here he saw how her throat pulsed and churned with the motion of her tongue, folding further inside of him, pressing out against him from inside and then drawing back, then pushing deeper, further, again.\n\n“Oh… man…” the otter breathed, halfway covering his mouth with a paw. Yet again he couldn’t help but clamp down around her tongue; Habu rumbled with delight beneath his tail, suckled at his tailhole again, swallowed, then swirled inside of him. “That’s… why didn’t you… do this last time…”\n\nShe rolled her eyes, moved as if to say something, and then seemed to remember that half of her tongue – half? That can’t be right – was still inside of his body. Lukas clamped his paw down around his muzzle, head flattening against the strange bed, eyes wrenching shut again; he tightened his legs around her shoulders as she continued to dig inside of him, the otter riding her snout, lifting himself forward along her tongue and then sinking right back down onto it, unable to do anything other than shift, and squirm, and ride, and clench, and push.\n\nHabu had found the spot that made him moan and wriggle, and willingly abused this. She spread her hands across Lukas’s rump, pushing his legs slightly further apart, then sucked briefly at his tailhole again before pulling back and parting her jaws, affording a few of the root of her tongue snaking out between deadly sharp fangs. Then holding herself above his body, she pulsed the long muscle, drew back, plunged it back in, again and again; Lukas groaned out with delight and tried to lift up around her, wanting her even deeper, even more. He couldn’t quite tell just how deep she was already – he thought he could discern an odd, distant tickling up on the inside of his belly – but still he wanted more.\n\nAs if sensing his thoughts, the bat opened her eyes, smirked with her open mouth, and once more closed the distance, bringing her lips forward, brushing across his tailhole, widening her maw to fully encompass the ring of puckered, wrinkled flesh. He felt her hold herself there for a moment, slurping, suckling, breathing; then she drew back again, hands coming in to fill in the gap, thumbs sliding up along the saliva-slickened exterior of his rim.\n\nBright eyes flashed down at him. Lukas caught her gaze, licked his lips, and nodded, then moved his arms beneath himself for more support. Those thumbs circled around where her tongue remained buried, then teased gently at his rim, pushed softly, pressed in… pushed further, and finally hooked around the dense ring of muscle. He breathed out a tense sigh, flexed around the extra digits, relaxed again, and let his legs drop around her shoulders.\n\nBit by bit the bat’s tongue slithered back out of him, leaving him tingling as it went, until finally it flicked free – and pulled at the inner rim of his tailhole as it did so. Lukas gasped again, clenched, shivered… moaned once more with Habu digging her thumbs in deeper, plunging into soft, squishy interior meat well-slickened with her drool. She buried both of her thumbs to the knuckle, held there, then slowly, carefully began to pull him apart from inside, teasing at the natural tension, working him loose, until finally she held him open to the air.\n\nLukas watched her through half-lidded eyes, imagining all the things she could do to him, all the things she would. The bat caught his eye, smiled again, then leaned back in, and for a moment he expected her to dig her tongue right back in to his now opened rim; instead, though, she came close, swallowed, pursed her lips, paused a moment – and then Lukas jumped as she unloaded a thick, sticky glob of spit into him, the frothy wad hanging down for a moment from her lips for plopping down somewhere inside of him. Habu looked down at him, made sure he was watching, then widened her jaw, sealed her mouth around his forcibly stretched rim, drew her broad tongue up along the base of his rudder, and again he felt her sucking at him, slurping and swirling and digging, until that loosed drool trickled back up and she swallowed it.\n\nHe would have been more than content to lie here like this, sprawled out on some stranger’s bed with his legs hooked over Habu’s shoulders, working his tailhole in rhythm with the aggression in her hungry kisses, alternating between thumbs and tongue digging up inside of him, pressing at all of the spots that made him gasp and squirm and tighten and squirt little dribbles of pre down his fur… but she swirled her tongue inside of him, flicked it back out, and then pulled back for a moment, thick ropes of sticky mucus hanging between her maw and his rump. Another circle of the tongue broke these strands, and she then slurped them up and swallowed them down.\n\nHabu had to take a moment to catch her breath. Lukas watched her, eyes half-closed, mouth hanging open; he reached up, pressed a paw in alongside his hard shaft, gave himself a little stroke, shivered again at the sensation of his gaping, parted tailhole trying to wink shut, yet unable to around her thumbs keeping him spread. The bat tapped her tongue to his rim again.\n\n“How much are you up for tonight?”\n\nThe ideas had been bouncing around in his head. He squirmed again, resting his weight more fully along her chest. “Well,” he began, “given what we’ve been… talking about online, um…”\n\nShe visibly straightened up, ears perking, long tail giving an excited little lash. “Really?”\n\nThe otter thought about it again. He considered the way her tongue had felt inside of him, how just those thumbs stretched him – though she was­ putting impressive effort into it – then followed the line of her fingers to her arm, and there to her elbow… “Yeah,” he finished, and nodded. “Yeah. But let’s go… kinda slow, right?”\n\nEven before he had finished speaking Habu had begun her preparations. Without looking away from him she drew one hand away, flicked some of the clinging slickness off of her thumb, then held her fingers together, turned her head, and dragged her tongue out across her palm, the motion leading Lukas to trail off. Just like his mouth, just like his tailhole, she swirled her tongue back and forth, curled it around, flicked and flung and licked and slurped until the entirety of her hand dribbled with a thick coating of luxurious, glistening wetness; this done, she lapped the spillage from around her lips, smiled sweetly, and finally bunched those fingers together again, then guiding it in towards the otter’s raised tailhole.\n\nLukas propped himself up onto his elbows as he watched, the bat’s other hand sliding away to support his lower back, and to lower him down a bit. She dropped back down to kneel by the edge of the bed where she could rest him down, and he took the opportunity to pull himself up a bit while ensuring that his thick rudder still hung down, and that his legs hooked over her shoulders still.\n\nHe saw what she was doing. He flexed again when all four of those fingers, bunched to a point, nudged up against the wrinkled pucker of his tailhole; slickened and loosened as it was from her tongue, they easily pushed in past the muscle, then squished and squelched within overlapping folds of inner meat.\n\n“M-maybe,” Lukas panted, trying not to squeeze too hard, “start with – um – three?”\n\nHabu regarded him again, smirked, then slid one finger away from the others, though instead of curling it in towards her palm she simply rested it alongside his hanging sack. Then slowly, carefully, she began to press up into him, fingers sinking further into the same dank, squeezing warmth her tongue had just plumbed. There was the familiar sensation of the stretch, the faint discomfort quickly dissipating into pleasant, fulfilling pressure; Lukas stretched his toes out, relaxed again, reached down with his own paws to spread himself around her fingers pushing further, up to the second knuckle, then the base.\n\nOnce buried inside of him she adjusted her posture and turned her hand, now curling her fingers up inside of him, rubbing across that same spot that made him roll his head, gasp, swallow, grunt, moan. Again and again she brushed there, pushing up and out, digging into the walls of flesh, and then back down again so that his opened tailhole squelched and guttered out – then right back in, and out, and in again. Almost without his notice that fourth finger then joined the three, and Habu clenched them together inside of him so that instead of a flat paddle of her hand, they became a thicker, blunted pressure squeezing in, stretching his rim further, resisting the natural strain.\n\n“Is that alright?”\n\nLukas almost didn’t hear her. He lifted his head, chest heaving in slow, steady panting, and flicked his tongue across his chops. “Yeah,” he managed, then flopped down again. “Keep… going, that… feels…”\n\nHe wished that he had something to brace his footpaws against, so that he could lift himself up and then grind back down onto her hand, bringing her even deeper, stretching himself further. Instead he just clamped his legs around her, trying to pull her in, working and flexing in rhythm with the movement of her hand, pushing up against the rim of her knuckles, holding there, sinking back again; again she turned her hand the other way, thumb now coming up along the underside of his sack, rubbing there, then pitching down again.\n\nThen, suddenly, everything slopped out of him – confused, he blinked and lifted his head to look, only to see Habu again swirling her tongue around the dripping wetness of her fingers. She pursed her lips, dumped another glob of spit across herself, then bunched her fingers back together to return them to their proper place beneath his tail, this time sinking in faster, smoother, a little bit harder.\n\nThe otter’s head rocked back with another sigh. He relaxed where he could and pushed where it felt invited, gritting his teeth to do so, bearing down from inside so that his belly flattened out and his muscles churned. Between his legs Habu twisted her body so that she could put more of her weight behind each plunge, her thumb having now joined her fingers in that blunted point, pressing up against him, stretching him wider and wider, nudging his rim up against her knuckles-\n\n-until, suddenly, the pair crossed that bridge. Lukas gasped and clenched tightly down around the sudden fulfilling pressure, though the ring of muscle nearly refused to respond; between his legs Habu cooed with delight, and then he just as quickly felt all of her fingers and her thumb inside of him splay out and wiggle, to tickle at the inner walls of his bowels from inside.\n\n“There you go,” she rumbled, already starting to tease her wrist back out of him. The way out was much easier than in; Lukas groaned, relaxed, felt his tailhole tug outwards around the girth… then gasped again when she popped free. “You took that pretty well! I’m impressed.”\n\n“Yeah, well… I…”\n\nAlready she had started to press in again. “That means next time will be even easier. And the time after that, even more so, and…” And Lukas sighed when she plunged in past the wrist again, this time keeping her fist clenched, turning it slightly to the side, wrenching her arm in a bare half-inch further. It felt as though Lukas’s lungs were being compressed from the inside, forcing him to sigh out a little bit the deeper she wedged herself inside of him. “Just let me know if you need me to slow down a bit.”\n\n“No, you’re…” This was unlike almost anything else he had felt before. Lukas shifted, briefly pushing his footpaws against her shoulders so that he could hoist his legs up toward his body. “You’re good. That’s… hah…”\n\nAs she worked the bat leaned in closer, nuzzled at the side of his shaft, his sack, just beneath his balls… and then flicked her tongue out again, coiling the thick expanse of muscle around where her arm disappeared inside of his body. He felt her swirling, digging, scooping along the stretched rim of his tailhole, adding an extra layer of slickness as she pushed deeper and deeper, shoulder churning with the back-and-forth movement.\n\nDeep inside of him Habu flexed her fingers out and then clamped them back in, scraping at his inner walls, pushing out at his belly and lungs from inside. His heart thumped, and again he wondered if she would be able to feel it inside of him; his hard cock twitched across his soaked belly, yet all he wanted was more of this, for her to go deeper, faster, harder, at once never enough while still far more than he had ever taken.\n\nLukas reached up to cover his face with a paw, now straining from inside as Habu dug her arm deeper. He could feel the heat of her body simmering inside of his own, the texture of her fur flattening back beneath the natural clinging mucus, the sensation of her muscles twitching, pulling, straining. He squeezed around her as much as he could, felt his entire body tremble, then relaxed and pushed instead – and moaned.\n\n“That’s it,” Habu encouraged, her breath trickling hot and damp across his stretched tailhole. “That’s it. More of that. Let me-”\n\nStill back and forth she worked her arm, twisting inside of him, feeling as though she were grasping at Lukas’s innards and yanking them back down out of him. He squirmed where he lay, wriggling this way and that, thrusting up into the air only to then sink right back down towards her elbow, stretched rim slurping, slopping, squelching audibly around her now; she could keep him parted open around her fingers, the otter’s eager straining from inside forcing his lower guts to well up towards her waiting palm only for her to then sink right back in again.\n\nThe bat’s other hand reached up along his leg first, then scooped around to angle him over her shoulder again, and then she turned her body to continue pressing into him. When he opened his eyes he could see her progress inside of him, the blunted shape of the bat’s fist pressing out at his belly from inside, scooping along his innards as it went before disappearing again further up his chest; there was that sensation of pressure again, the feeling that he couldn’t quite fill his lungs – now accompanied by an odd, warm tingle from deep inside of him. Still, all he wanted to do was ride her arm back and forth, to have her continue that motion, to keep on going; he groaned and whimpered with sweet, indulgent delight, pressing his paws down along the shape of her arm within his belly, squeezing along his hard shaft, shivering, shuddering, uselessly clenching around where she had rooted herself halfway to the elbow inside of him.\n\nThen, though, Habu paused, the bat panting softly from the exertion of working him so hard. Bright eyes flashed up to him again. “Lukas.”\n\n“Y-yeah?”\n\nShe licked her chops again. “Can you push me out?”\n\nHe blinked. “You want me to…”\n\n“Mhmm. Don’t hold back.”\n\nAgain he shifted, once more lifting his legs and wrapping his arm behind his knees to hold them up. Positioned like this, Habu’s arm buried some halfway to her elbow inside of him, he felt as though he couldn’t quite draw a full breath – but still he tried his best, swallowed, bore down, tensed up… started pushing, pushing from deep inside. First all he felt was the resistance of her fist inside of him; then this gave way to an odd sensation of displacement inside of him, the sleek slickness of his inner walls spreading down along her arm, coils of inner muscle sliding in rhythm, wedging back against her wrist and hand so that, bit by bit, he felt her slide slowly out of him.\n\nThe further she went, the louder that progress became. First it was just the sound of his own straining, the otter’s breath caught in his throat, the little periodic grunts, the rustling of his body across the bed; but then a gentle, wet puttering began, vibrating along the everted rim of his tailhole as little trapped bubbles made their way free. Then thicker, heavier squelching coming in time with each of his more forceful pushes. Soon he could tell that he had started to stretch out around his own insides, the lower folds of his bowels squishing out as they sleeved along the bat’s arm, muscles continuing to roll, momentum building; he lifted his head again, set his jaw, then leaned back, breath puffing out in one great rush just so he could draw it right back in.\n\nThen another push, and pause; and another, and he felt the wider base of her wrist begin to slide out; and another, and – Habu’s clenched fist popped free, slurped out of him, yet still Lukas felt as though he had more to give. He sighed again, let his chest heave in a few unsteady breaths, then bore down even further, hoisting his legs up towards his body, squeezing down until he felt his pulse beating in the back of his head, and heard the thick, wet, sticky squelching of roils of meat unfolding from inside, welling up against one another and squeezing out along the stretched, gaping rim of his tailhole.\n\nThen, finally, he relaxed, chest still heaving, heart pounding, head a little bit foggy. Yet another odd sensation had begun down between his legs; once he found the ability to open his eyes again and peer through the swirling colors that had spun up from such immense tension, he saw Habu with her head turned, long tongue peeling the curls of sticky internal slime off from between her fingers, while she stroked beneath his tail with the other.\n\n“You’re so kind,” the bat cooed, catching his eye again. She plunged two fingers into her maw, sucked them clean, then once again braced her hands beneath his rump to lift him up. In doing so she partially bent Lukas over himself, his thick rudder swinging to the side, his hard cock pushing against his belly, his balls sagging down… his lower bowels blossoming out from inside of him, barely a thumb’s width of rich, succulent wet meat folding in against itself, glistening with slick slime in the light from overhead. “You brought me a rose.”\n\nStill a bit dizzy from the blood now rushing away from his head, Lukas rolled his eyes. He flexed a little bit, pushed again – he couldn’t tell if that was pre, piss, or some mix of both that had pooled in his bellyfur and rolled down his size – then clenched… and to his combined surprise and interest, saw those wrinkles of protruding internal meat remain catch in place, squelch among themselves, squish out another frothy glob of slimy gunk from inside.\n\n“You’re-” He swallowed again, squeezed, clenched, sighed when that bloom finally popped back inside of him, and then giggled softly at the way his tailhole just parted open once more. “-insufferable…”\n\nBut still Habu leaned over him, bringing her muzzle close to his used and abused rim. “Hey, I wasn’t done with that.”\n\n“Huh?”\n\n“Push again. Push it out.”\n\nSo he did, starting from inside, welling out the pressure, straining… biting his lip as he rolled over that final threshold, the same sputtering patter of wet noise issuing out again. Habu rumbled softly in her throat at the sight, watching Lukas’s innards squeeze out from inside of his body; she licked her lips, ran both her thumbs along the protruding length – there was that odd sensation again, the feeling of something not quite fitting, the source of the touch outside his body while all his nerves told him it was still inside – then leaned in close enough that yet again he felt the warmth of her breath puffing out across him.\n\nHabu licked her chops again. “I’ve been wanting to do this for ages…”\n\n“What?” Lukas managed, still straining a bit. “Turn me inside-out?”\n\n“Well, yes. But I mean… more…”\n\nAnd then she continued leaning in – and closed the distance, her lips disappearing among squelching folds of wrinkled meat. Lukas gasped, briefly squeezing; his insides squished down around the bat’s snout, but then she began to swirl her tongue out from inside him, the muscle easily folding and reshaping the loose walls of flesh around it, digging out from inside. Habu parted her jaws, took in a breath, and then sucked that blossoming wad into her mouth, still lapping, still slurping.\n\n“Oh, man,” Lukas breathed, heart fluttering. “Oh, gosh, that’s…”\n\nHabu smirked around his tailhole, breathed out through her nose, then swallowed and began to suck at him from inside, and that was a truly unique sensation. Lukas pressed a paw down along his belly, this odd feeling of vacuum-emptiness stirring from inside of him; he shuddered, moaned softly, rested his legs over her shoulders, and pushed a little bit harder, letting himself fold further out around her tongue as it plunged inside of him.\n\nNever before had he seen her so invested into something as this. The bat drew back, thick strands of saliva mixed with mucus hanging between her mouth and his insides, then dove right back in; she squished her snout in against the revealed folds of flesh, leaf-nose lifting up from inside, then dug her way around to once more draw those wrinkles between her lips. Her tongue flicked out, pressed against him from inside, scooped up. Habu breathed through the corners of her maw hanging open around him, the dank heat wafting out across him, tickling in, swirling there, so that she could taste his meat on each and every inhalation; she swallowed open-mouthed, moaned out across him – the vibration of her voice made him shiver – then slurped her tongue into him again, the revealed folds from inside easily couching around the muscle and burying it deep. Lukas could feel himself, his insides made into outsides, jiggling with each little movement and as she sucked along them and then pulled away.\n\nAgain and again the bat buried herself deep inside of him, her hands now coming up to plunge four, six, eight fingers into the loose wad of meat hanging out of him, sinking in towards the buried rim of his tailhole still stretched open so that she could pull him even further. Lukas couldn’t help but tremble and gasp, reaching down to stroke himself, doing his best not to clench down around her snout – though at this rate he wasn’t certain his muscles would even be able to respond. Bit by bit Habu nipped his inner walls between her lips and dragged him out further, carefully, gently; she swirled her tongue around the base where his guts squeezed out from inside, once more sucked him into her mouth, then pulled back, further, keeping him there – until he slopped free with another sticky squelch.\n\nThen, panting, the bat remained down between his legs for a moment, more of those loose slimy strands dripping from her parted lips. She looked up at him, shoulders lurching with her breathing; he returned the look, still a little bit dizzy, entire lower body suffused with the sweet, vibrating waves of pleasure that each touch sent rocketing through him.\n\nBetween his legs Habu moved to stand up, though carried him with her. She lifted a knee up and started climbing into the bed, shifting Lukas as she went; he followed her lead, bringing himself up towards the pillow, and on the way realizing that his arms and legs could barely support his weight at this point. I’m exhausted, he realized with a little breathless laugh, puffing back across the bat’s snout as she leaned in towards him, but I still want more. This might be… the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done… and he let his eyes drift shut, pursed his lips, and lifted up, expecting the kiss.\n\nInstead as Habu positioned herself over him, Lukas jerked with the dribble of one of those sticky strands plopping to his cheek. He opened his eyes again and looked up to see her lapping the gathered wetness off of her fingers and down her arm towards her elbow, then swirling her tongue about her matted, messy lips; she smirked when she noticed him looking.\n\n“Hey.” He reached up to drag her back down to him, but she resisted, the twin points of the bat’s long tail again coiling up one of his legs. “Hey, wait, I want a taste.”\n\n“Mm.” Her tongue wrapped around her arm, squeezing the slickness from her fur, then slipped back in. “Bold of you to assume I’d share this.”\n\n“Hey, that’s – my slime-” He tugged at her shoulders, and in the same move wrapped his legs around her waist. Habu instinctively thrust forward, her own arousal stirring from within her slit nestled among smooth, soft scales. “I think I’m entitled to it!”\n\n“Well, then.” Her relatively drier hand pressed against the otter’s chest to push him back down to the bed; Lukas gasped, then squirmed as her tails continued up, teasing at his still-opened tailhole, feeling across the folds and wrinkles. “Why don’t you come and take it from me, then?”\n\nDon’t have to tell me twice, Lukas thought, and with his other paw still behind her neck he pulled himself up to her, instead of dragging her down to him. At first he just brushed his lips across hers, barely enough to wipe off some of that wetness, but then she relented… and her mouth met his again, her lips streaked and smeared with the gathered slickness of his own insides, the smooth, heady touch of his own familiar musk wafting from her breath. Lukas swallowed, sighed out, caught his breath, and dove right back in again, just in time for the bat’s tongue to unroll inside of his mouth. This time instead of trying to suckle at him, instead of pulling his tongue out of his maw and into hers, Habu did the clear opposite: she gripped his jaw in her one hand, squeezed at his cheeks to force him to open his lips, then spent another moment rolling her tongue back and forth, welling up another glob of drool mixed with liquid musk; then she held it there, pursed her lips, came down so that her mouth held inside his, and spat it directly against the back of his throat.\n\nLukas’s body jerked again. He moaned out around her mouth, clamping his lips around her maw, sucking to draw out more of his own taste. Habu giggled against him, now pressing her tail together to push it up inside of him, the wide girth easily spreading his still-revealed lower bowels. Lukas lurched up along the bed as she pushed deeper into him, shoving his insides back inside; he gasped at her mouth, panted in the space in between kisses, and hoisted his body up against hers, slurping up along her tail, sinking back down. He wanted to wrap his legs around her, feeling her push deeper inside while at the same time she returned his little thrusts, her twin shafts nudging out around his own-\n\n-and then the bat drew back, broke the string of saliva linking their mouths and slurped it down, then tightened her arms around him and bodily spun him around, so that she lay back along the bed and he trembled atop her. There was no way Lukas would be able to hold himself up: he brushed his muzzle sideways into the ruff of fur around her neck, one paw draped over one of her breasts, the other halfway shoved underneath her, while she held him down in place for her tail to continue its rhythm.\n\n“Oh gosh,” he repeated, breath tasting like his own tailhole. “Oh, you’re… hah…”\n\nThe bat nudged downwards toward him, tail drawing back, curling up, and then pounding back in, pressing a little bit further into his belly every time. “Yeah?” she murmured in response, then licked her lips again. She nuzzled down onto him. “Can you push for me again?”\n\nInstead of respond, he simply did as requested. Lukas squeezed his paw on her chest, wrenched his eyes shut, set his jaw, and then pushed – and felt the familiar hot trickle of released pressure dribble out from inside of him, bladder pushed nearly to its limit along her tongue, her arm, her tail. He could feel his insides welling up around the girth plunging inside of him, malleable rings of wadded muscle squeezing further down, drawing her deeper, then getting tugged out in rhythm; Habu squeezed her arms around his body, wrapping him comfortably within the dim warmth of her wings as she worked.\n\n“Is – that-?”\n\n“More. As much as you’ve got.”\n\nLukas giggled softly, swallowed again, then repeated the same, bearing down, curling his toes, gritting his teeth. Along the way he couldn’t help but let a low, trembling moan shiver out along his exhaling breath, forced pissed dribbling out from his hard cock and soaking along the bat’s lower belly, rudder-tail hiking up at the base, opened tailhole spluttering, squelching, squishing around her. By now he felt himself unfolding again and again each time her tail retreated, the bat flexing the twinned fork at the end to effectively spread him from inside: she pulled the loose, meaty walls of his lower bowels around herself and yanked them out of him, peeling outwards, unrolling him, making him bloom even further.\n\nThat strange sensation of suction inside of him grew further the longer she went, her chest heaving against his, her sharp teeth gritted. With great effort Lukas shifted his paws to her shoulders and rode along her tail, the more familiar position settling in easily to his exhausted body; he kept his back arched and tail hiked, pulling himself far forward and then sinking back, pushing out from inside the entire time, even though at some point he could tell that while her tail was still inside him, she was somehow no longer inside his body.\n\nHe gasped again, groaned, then arched his back and straightened up. Both paws flung away from the bat’s shoulder to reach back behind himself: he gripped his rump, spread himself, and pushed, pushed, pushed as hard as he could, until his entire lower body jerked and shuddered and bucked with overwhelming sensation, and loose sprays of misty, foggy juice arced up and out across the bat’s dark fur. She cooed out with sweet appreciation, tail digging so deep inside of him that he felt his breath pushed out from inside, then drew back out – and as she did so Lukas finally let himself relax, the odd, distant sensation of his own heartbeat thumping like a muted echo from somewhere beneath his tail, outside of his body.\n\nGradually Habu let her arms fall from his back, allowing the otter to settle more comfortably on top of her. She rubbed idly at his trembling thighs. “You just cum?” she rumbled, then reached up, nudged him back down, nestled him in against her neck again. “Or piss on me without asking?”\n\n“Um.” He shifted again, clenched his unresponsive, throbbing lower abdominal muscles, felt a strange sticky pull from that same spot outside of his body where he dragged across her leg. “I’m… not sure? Maybe a bit of both.”\n\n“Hmm.” Habu squirmed a little bit, tugged her tail the rest of the way out – he felt that extension of himself pull with the movement, then flop down again – and deftly curled it up to drag through the puddle gathered along her belly. The bat blinked, tilted her head, sniffed at her tailtips, then closed her lips around them. “Ah.” She nodded. “Both.” Then she turned her tail to offer it to Lukas.\n\nHe sniffed at it, smelled himself, leaned in, took a taste… gagged a little bit when she suddenly thrust it in towards the back of his throat, then pulled it back again. “Oh. Yeah. Definitely both.”\n\n“So, and then you’re, um…”\n\nHabu shifted again, now running one arm down his back. Lukas shivered with the feeling of sharp claws digging through his fur, turning his muzzle to bury his face in her shoulder – but then felt another new sensation, all of that odd displacement and echoed vibrations reverberating up, both inside of him yet outside his body at the same time. He half-lifted a leg, bit his lower lip… moaned a little bit.\n\n“Do you need, uh, help with, like… mashing this… back in?”\n\n“Huh?” He managed to lift himself up and turned to peer beneath his body – and saw there danging out behind his sack, the same rich red loose folds of everted bowels, now fully bloomed so that a good few inches of his insides hung slack outside of his body. Habu gripped the length gently in her hand, then gave a squeeze – and Lukas’s tail twitched with that feeling. “O-oh. Oh. Um, I mean… yeah? Maybe?”\n\nShe shifted a little bit further, plunged her fingers in to the wrinkled mouth of the wad of meat, struggled to find a good grip, and then bit by bit began to fold him back inside of himself. Lukas tried to stay relaxed as she did so, though found himself clenching, shivering, rocking back against her; his tailhole squelched and squirted and squished again and again, four fingers pushing up into him, sliding back out, pushing in again – then with her thumb as well, and all the way past her wrist without so much as a twitch of resistance.\n\n“-And… there you… go…”\n\nLukas huffed out again, then rolled partially off of her. “God,” he murmured, “now that’s… a weird feeling…”\n\n“What? Having a second tail for a bit?”\n\n“No.” He ran his paw back down her belly, fingers splaying across her nipples, then dancing through the puddle of his own warmth still soaking into her fur. “Having my insides… well, inside again. I was getting used to that.”\n\n“Mm.” She tugged him a little closer. “I was, too, y’know. Next time let’s make your insides my insides.” One of her ears flicked. “I mean in my mouth.”\n\n“You did get pretty close for a little, there.”\n\n“Thanks. I tried my best. Can you walk?”\n\n“Oh, no chance. Not at all.” The otter lifted a leg, held it up a moment to show how it trembled, then draped it across Habu’s. “Probably not for, like, at least another half hour.”\n\n“Damn. I gotta pee.”\n\n“Well, clearly that wasn’t an issue for me…”\n\n“Sure, and while I don’t mind getting wet – and I know you don’t either – this isn’t our bed.”\n\nThe otter smirked, then pushed his wet, dripping paw further down her body. Piss-soaked fingers teased across the revealed tips of Habu’s shafts; she twitched, shivered, and then reflexively lifted up, sliding further out to his touch. “Well, I still need to take care of you; it’s only fair, after all…”\n\n“Mm…” She closed her eyes, hips rocking slowly until she had slid out enough for him to wrap his paw around one. “Want me to – drag you to the shower, then?”\n\nLukas nuzzled in a little more firmly. “Yeah. God, I feel like I’ve just been – hollowed out.”\n\n“It’s nice, isn’t it?”\n\n“It’s…” He paused. “Yeah. I could get used to it.”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Lukas’s ears perked this way and that, the otter craning his head to peer around the seething mass of strangers that pressed in all around him. All in all he didn’t think it was too terribly crowded here, but certainly more partygoers had arrived than whenever he was the one to hold a gathering like this. That was fine, though: that meant he was just another face in the crowd here, and that anyone who saw him tonight would likely just as soon forget him, unless he did something to specifically earn their attention.

Which, and he looked down at the nearly finished drink in his paw, only the second for the night but still likely his final, shouldn’t be happening this time. He lifted the cup to his muzzle, tilted it up for a moment, and drew in the rich, smooth, sweet scent of the cocktail, at once acrid yet invigorating; he angled his head back, parted his lips, flicked his tongue out… caught the cool burn as it spread within his maw, flavor admittedly a bit watered down by now. That was fine, though.

And that’s that. He slid past another small group of strangers, dropped his empty cup off on a nearby counter, and then kept on going, still trying to peek his way in between the clash of bodies. With all of these unfamiliar scents in the air, the natural musk of sweat and exertion and enjoyment mixing with whatever the hosts had sprayed specifically to avoid something like this happening, his nose felt as though it were a hundred miles away somewhere else – and then also unlike when he was the one to host, this house made ample use of the dimmer switches and bulbs. Why bother having a party indoors if it’s gonna be as dark as outside? The otter squinted, trying to peer around, hoping to again catch a flash of something familiar in the dimness. Besides, it’s nicer out there tonight than it is in here. I’m starting to get a bit cold.

I swear I saw her just a little bit ago, but if I was wrong and I don’t find her, then I might as well just-

But then he froze again, long rudder tail curling in around one of his legs, ears perking up, whiskers pitching forward. There back near the corner, leaning up against one of the walls, arms crossed, dark fur and smooth, sleek scales blending in with the dim colored lights of the party space… Lukas thought she hadn’t seen him yet. Glad that he had now freed up his paws, he began in a wide arc towards her, using the shifting crowd to his advantage; it would be hard to sneak up with her back near the corner like this, but – she was looking the other way, her own long tail swishing across the floor, split tip flicking this way and that.

Oh, she’s bored, he realized, and picked up his step. Maybe waiting for something, or someone. If I could just catch her on her way out, get some time alone…

One of the bat’s tall, broad ears flicked his way, but there was no way she had heard him. Lukas crept around the back of the couch, murmuring small “excuse me”s and “oh, my bad”s to the others he passed by, none of whom paid him a second glance. Closer he came and still she looked the other way; he came closer, sidled up along her other side, folded his paws behind his back, then leaned in over her shoulder.

He opened his mouth, took a breath, then paused; she smelled faintly of cool morning dew, a soft touch of petrichor, a faint tingle of fiery cinnamon underneath, all tied together with the distinct spice of aroma that was just distinctly her. Lukas’s heart fluttered in his chest for a moment, and then he tried to silently clear his throat, leaned in closer-

“Hey.”

And her nearby ear didn’t even flick his way. The otter blinked, a little confused, and tilted his head; he closed the distance to the bat and worked an arm in between her side and the wall, where she easily shifted to allow him in. His webbed fingers spread across the smooth, short fur of her lower body beneath the thin shirt she wore, short claws teasing in towards the skin underneath.

“Did I spook ya?”

Then, finally, Habu turned her head to regard him. Faint amusement glimmered in luminescent pink eyes – just the two of them this time, one barely visible beneath the crest of darker hair hanging down along that side of her snout – and she briefly flicked her tongue out across her chops, fangs protruding.

“Lukas.”

The otter blinked. “Habu.”

“Do you know what you look like?”

“Um…” He looked down across himself. “Yes? Is this a philosophical thing?”

“Not this time. I’m just saying.” She shifted a bit, just enough to squeeze her arm up around his shoulders and then tug him a little bit closer, wrapping the slightly smaller mustelid in beneath the velvet of her wing. “You looking the way you do, asking if you spooked me…”

“Okay! Okay, I get it.” He bumped his muzzle in against the side of her chest, drawing in another wisp of her scent. “You could just call me cute, you know.”

“Hmm. I could.”

She left that hanging in the air. Lukas perked up, tried to follow her gaze, couldn’t lead it anywhere, and then looked back to the bat beside him. One of those fangs poked down over her lower lip; she flicked her gaze back down to him, caught his expression, smirked, looked away again.

Lukas coughed. “So are you gonna?”

“And further inflate your already gargantuan ego?” Her hand tightened on his shoulder, violet claws digging affectionately into the fur through his shirt. “Absolutely. It’s good to see you again, cutie. Been too long.”

“Shame the way that schedules keep lining up the way they do, but…” He reached his arm further around to drape more comfortably along her waist. Habu shifted how she stood to allow him a smoother platform, at the same time nudging her chest in against his. “Didn’t think I’d catch you at a place like this.”

“Eh. I knew someone else here who dragged me along, but,” and she shrugged, the drape of her wing dragging across his back, “they left already.”

“Oh. Damn. Well, I’m here on my own, so…”

Lukas trailed off, looking back across the downstairs of the house here. The mixed smells of the party still stuck in his nose, though now Habu’s more familiar, more pleasant aroma dominated over the rest; he turned his head just a little bit further, until the collar of fur coming down around her neck and shoulders tickled at his brow, and tightened his arm around her.

“D’ya at least know where Scott went?”

“Who?”

“The host tonight. Rents the house.”

“I don’t know who that is.”

“Wolf, about-” Lukas reached up over his head a bit. The bat’s sharp eyes followed. “-this tall, white fur?”

“Mm. Maybe saw him earlier in the night, but, no.”

“Ah. I dunno what the plan for the rest of the night is, either…” He trailed off again. Underneath the drone of conversation pounded the rhythm of the ongoing music, pumping out from the tall speakers near the TV on the other side of the room. “It’s nice getting a break from bartending, though.”

“Oh? I thought you enjoyed it.”

“Oh, I do. But I pay for all of it myself, and, like… I don’t know, it’s better when it’s for fun, and for friends who also like it, instead of just getting some random freak drunk.” Lukas let his paw drop down a little bit further, now teasing at the waistband of Habu’s pants. She rocked her hips to the side, then nudged back into him again; he grabbed on tighter for support, fingerpads pressing into her fur. Her tail crept in to wrap around one of his ankles. “But I do like what I mix better.”

The bat nodded. “Yeah, I don’t even drink and I still like the one you made.”

“Don’t I know it. You drank both yours and mine.”

Her tail continue upwards, coiling along his calf towards his knee. “And I’d do so again.”

“Hmm.” Lukas turned to face her more fully, bracing his other paw against her lower chest beneath the smooth curve lifting out her shirt… and slid his spread fingers around until he felt the small pinpoint nubs of her lower nipples, protruding just slightly out from the fur surrounding them. “Well, unlucky for you, I already finished mine for tonight.”

Her tail kept on coming, now reaching up, the twinned fork at the end sidling between his legs so that one end squeezed up in front and the other nudged beneath the base of his own tail. Giggling hotly, the otter lifted up on his tiptoes, Habu beside him tightening her wing to drag him closer; she grinned down at him, sharp fangs glittering between glossy black leather lips. She reached down with her other hand, grabbed his wrist, then guided him up underneath her shirt, to continue his exploration of her nipples without the barrier of fabric in between – then tilted his chin up along curved fingers.

“And you think that’ll stop me?”

“W-well,” Lukas stammered, trying to resist pushing down against her tail, “I-”

And then her hair tickled across the side of his muzzle when she closed the distance, the bat’s broad, flat leaf nose brushing across his own as she found the angle. Then lips to lips, pushing forward, pressing together, locking in place… and just as quickly parting open, the broad, thick tongue inside snaking smoothly out. It coiled around Lukas’s tongue much like her tail had down for his leg, wrapping in around the muscle and squeezing until he couldn’t move it, then slipping free; she pressed down into the bottom of his mouth and then circled up to the roof, then swirled all the way around to dig in between his teeth and his cheeks.

Already his grasp tightened on her belly, reaching back towards her side, then coming in to the center again, paw lifting up, working beneath the hem of her bra, sliding further. Habu drew partially back to swallow, then dove forward without missing a beat; she had started sucking at his mouth, drawing his tongue into her maw, sharp fangs teasing across the sensitive surface, biting down just enough to send little electric tingles vibrating through his body, all the while her tongue continued in its exploration.

She shifted her other hand down from around his body to now grasp at his shoulder, pushing him back in against the wall so he had nowhere to go. Lukas squeezed at her breast, fingers pressing into the firm, gentle warmth, thumb dancing across the lifted point at the end – then gasped, pulling the breath back out of the bat’s lungs with his mouth sealed to hers, as her tail nudged up between his legs again. Habu took the chance to lick the roof of his mouth once more, but then kept on going, tongue now circling around the back of his throat, teasing across his tonsils, briefly blocking off his breathing-

-his shoulders lurched in a reflexive response-

-and then he reached up to grasp at his throat, bulging out around the bat’s tongue pushing deeper, sinking in through slick rolls of muscle within his esophagus, pressing out, constricting his breathing, filling his mouth, his neck, his upper chest, with a strange sensation of pressure. His heart pounded, thumping out against the inside of his chest right where the end of her tongue curled; he had no doubt that she could feel that as well, beneath the constant tensing and constricting of muscles never before touched like this, Habu’s mouth sideways against his own as she pressed through the full length of his throat and filled out within his ribcage, tongue seeming to pull him forward against her from inside, twisting this way and that – and then it swiftly drew back and left him coughing and spluttering, sticky strands of saliva dripping between his lips and hers.

The bat lifted a pair of fingers beneath the muscle as it retracted, flinging some of those strands off, then slurped them in between pursed lips. She dove in again for another small peck to Lukas’s slimy, dripping mouth, then again, then swirled her tongue around to clean up the mess; he grabbed onto her shoulder, tears gathering at the corner of one eye for the unexpected depth, mouth quirked in an exasperated grin.

“How in the – world-”

“Hmm…” The bat rolled her tongue within her mouth from one side to the other. “I’m getting… a little bit of… whiskey, I think?”

For a moment Lukas stared. Then he coughed again, cleared his throat, and wiped at his mouth, unable to keep himself from giggling.. “You… are an anomaly.”

“Y’know,” she mused, then with a hand on his shoulder she leaned in to suck the dribbling spatters of spit from around his mouth. “I do seem to get that a lot.”

Yet again the otter coughed, swallowed, coughed again. He could almost still feel her tongue snaking down his throat, swirling along the coating of mucus, digging down where it really should not have gone… he shifted how he stood, moving his weight from one leg to the other and then back again, then looked back up to her. Her bright eyes had of course never left his face, and when he returned the look all she did was tilt her head slightly to one side.

“So.” Lukas reached out for her hand, her long fingers surprisingly warm, her longer claws slipping through his fur and tickling across his pads. “If you’re here on your own now, and I was kinda just lookin’ for you…”

Why am I still nervous? She just literally tongued my throat without asking, and all it did was make me harder than I’ve been in weeks. He shifted again. And everything we’ve talked about since the last time we saw each other; I know her better than I know some of my regular friends…

“You wanna, uh…” Lukas squeezed her hand, entwining her fingers with his. Habu tilted her head the other way and returned the touch. “Go… somewhere, just the two of us?”

For a moment he expected her not to respond. Then the bat flicked her ears, one going one way towards a noise further out within the party and the other angling towards the corner behind the pair, likely picking up the echoed soundwave. “I’m quite okay with staying right here if you are.” Those two large, glowing eyes blinked. “Since I don’t mind an audience, and I know you don’t, either.”

“Well, sure.” He stood up on his tiptoes to face her more fully, Habu drawing her head back just a bit. Her chin pressed down into the thick fluff ringing her shoulders; Lukas placed a webbed paw in that fur, then licked his lips again as he came in closer. “But the audience might mind.”

Those same taloned hands rested around his waist, easily slipping up beneath the hem of his shirt. “Mm. I see what you mean.” Her breath wafted with his now, a bit, or at least what he thought his might be; goddamn, the otter thought, I’m getting deja vu – didn’t this happen last time? “I’ve been over here a few times before. If we’re lucky, there might be somewhere upstairs for us. Well, not for us, but I’m sure you know what I mean…”

As she spoke Habu’s hands continued down towards the middle of his back, claws cutting gently through his thick fur to the skin underneath. Lukas’s rudder lifted in response to the touch, nerves tingling, back arching; his eyes fluttered beneath falling lids and he couldn’t help but lean forward against her, head coming in against her chest, paws resting along her smooth belly, flat save for the little pinpoints of those nipples and then the gentle waves of slight streamlined muscle layered beneath. Her scent wrapped in around him, blocking out the awareness of the strange, unfamiliar crowd and noise and everything else – and then she tightened her hands just above his tail and tugged him in against her, where she grinded her waist across his.

Lukas gasped and couldn’t help but push forward in return, a small shiver rebounding through his body. He looked up at her; she flashed a predatory grin. “Listening to me?”

“Huh? Yeah, I was – just…” Lukas managed to extricate himself from her grasp, though left his paw in hers. “Yeah. I got, um, distracted.”

She tugged at his paw, pulling away from the corner. “Too much to drink?”

“No, not at all. Stopped myself early tonight. Didn’t wanna get too – y’know.”

“Thought so. Could taste whiskey on you…” She glanced his way. “...in you, but not a lot. Tasted like you stopped at… two, tonight?”

His ears flicked. She led him through the pulsating throngs of the crowd, back around the corner through the kitchen and then towards the entryway. “Yeah. And the first one was-”

“Gin.”

“Wow. You tasted that, too?”

“No. Well, not really. A little bit. It’s just that when you do get tipsy, you always make sure to tell me how gin is your favorite. So, a bit of an educated guess.” She pulled him around the corner and started up the stairs, still trailing his paw back after her. “I gotta get the recipe for that blood orange margarita you made that one time.”

“You know it doesn’t take actual blood, right?”

“Still just as good as if it did, though.”

The noise decreased somewhat upstairs, though the thumping of the music could still be felt vibrating up through the foundations of the house. Habu leaned in towards one door and then the next, sensitive ears angled for any signs, every now and then pausing near an almost- or fully-closed knob, until finally she found one that seemed suitable.

“Here we go.” She released his paw and stepped back, crossing her arms in front of her chest, effectively cloaking herself within her wings. “Open the door and step on in.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.”

“Okay. Sure.” Lukas did so, then peered around within the empty room. “It probably won’t come as a surprise to hear that I was expecting some kind of trick or joke, when you told me to do that just now?”

“And why would you think that?” Habu stepped in after him and nudged the door shut with her foot, then paused, glanced over, and turned the lock as well. “I just wanted a better view at what I’m gonna be working with.”

“What you’re-” He blinked. “Oh. Oh, I see. Y’know, you’re being really… bold and forward tonight… and…”

And he trailed off as the bat approached, already moving to strip her top off over head, the fabric draping loosely down around her chest; her wings prevented her from wearing standard sleeves. Lukas felt his jaw drop open as he looked across her, soft chest held in place beneath a slim-fitting bra, dark grey fur stretching across her chest and sides like smooth, soft velvet, giving way only for the other nipples along her belly and then parting in the middle for those same silken scales leading down between her legs, disappearing beneath the waistband of her pants.

Habu stepped up to him, tilted her head again – she’s looking at me like I’m prey, he realized, the thought sending a sharp shiver down through his rudder, like she’s a hawk, and I’m a little bunny she saw running through the grass – then placed her hands along his shoulders. The touch sent another electric shock reverberating through him.

Then, refocusing her gaze, she dropped those hands down along his arms, towards his elbows, then in along his sides as well. “That’s not a problem, is it?”

“N-no, it’s…” Lukas wet his lips and leaned into the touch. Long fingers teased beneath his shirt, then began lifting it up. “Not at all. I’m just a little – surprised, since last time I… thought…”

“Well…” She paused to pull his shirt off over his head, one hand spreading in the middle of his chest as he did so, pressing into the thick fluff of otter fur, thumb reaching over to graze over one smaller, flatter nipple. “It’s been a while, and I’m tired of waiting, and besides, I know you’re good for it.” She tossed the shirt to the side, then paused and leaned over to peer at him. “You are good with it, right?”

Lukas blinked, felt the pressure in her gaze, then guided that hand down. Further down, across his belly, over his waist, down between his legs… and held her there as he pushed forward into her grasp, warm arousal nestling within her cupped fingers and pressing against her wrist, the bat immediately shifting to squeeze and rub in response through his pants.

“Of course I am,” he breathed, then again stood up on his tiptoes. His mouth brushed across, then pressed into hers; her tongue flicked, circled, swirled again, then drew back again. “But I appreciate you asking.”

Then back in again, and again, and again, arms shifting, fingers exploring; Lukas slid one paw up the back of her bra and felt at her shoulders and her spine, then moved around to the front to cup that gentle curve, squeeze, gently pinch. She gasped a mouthful of breath from within his lungs, then sighed it right back out into him. One of her hands made its way beneath the waist of his pants, near the base of his rudder; he reached back and wedged her in further, wrapping her fingers around the smooth softness of his rump, moaning softly into her mouth when she squeezed. He felt himself guided gently towards the bed, half-stumbled over his own footpaws, caught himself on her waist, then used that leverage to continue right down in front and pop open her pants fly.

Their kiss broke again when he bounced down along the edge of the mattress, Habu’s hand slipping around to make the same move on him. He spread his legs, nudged forward, made sure to throb as she tugged the zipper down.

“You don’t mind,” the bat murmured, long hair hanging down alongside his muzzle, “do you?”

Lukas bit his lip. He lifted up so that she could slide his pants down, settled back against the mattress, kicked one leg and then the other to work the fabric off, then shivered when those fingers curled in around him and stroked softly. “Mind… what?…”

“Me being… forward.”

“Not at all.” Lukas’s head rolled back on his shoulders. “In fact, it’s… quite nice, and I… hah…”

His breath left in one great, smooth puff of sweet relaxation, lips still tingling from her kiss, fingers searing from where he had touched her body. His little teacup ears perked to the sound of Habu’s gentle scoff, and then the bat shifted again: she dropped down his body, knelt between his legs, and sighed out over his hard shaft, still pumping with her other hand. He could feel her breath, hot and humid and inviting, soon followed by the gentle brush of soft lips, and that same dexterous tongue flicking around, dancing along the end, curling its way further down… and then further, and further, snaking along his length and squeezing as it went, looping around the base of his sack, coiling down further.

The otter tightened up, once again biting his lip, and shivered with the strange sensation. Habu held her maw open like a hunting predator before her meal, pulsing her long tongue in rhythm where it had wrapped all the way down around him, squeezing, stroking… bathing in his scent just as he had for her. Then just as he had expected, the bat scooped her hands underneath his thighs and lifted him up a little bit, tongue slithering back across the progress it had made; he let himself drop back to bed, one arm across his chest and the other covering his closed eyes, as Habu worked herself into position underneath him. A leg over one of her shoulders, then the other doing the same, and she reached in, squished her hands against the otter’s rump…

...and straightened up so that he tumbled forward across himself, hefty rudder hanging down against her chest, hind end hoisting up into the air. With a gasp of surprise Lukas looked down – or up, rather – at where the bat now peered down at him from between his own legs, then shifted to find a comfortable position to watch the show.

His eyes fluttered shut all over again, then, once Habu closed the distance. She kissed his tailhole as she had his muzzle, coming in slow and soft at first, lips brushing back and forth, learning the texture, the shape, the presence; Lukas felt her breath trickling down across him and warming his fur as it went, and he couldn’t help but flex and clench in response. One of Habu’s ears perked to this and she dug in a little further, pressing herself into place – so that her tongue could then fold out from inside, first just nudging, tapping, trailing, and then beginning its focused work.

And then, still just as she had kissed him before, that was where it really began. She briefly drew her tongue back in, swallowed, leaned closer in towards the edge of the bed, and then flicked it back out again, and this time kept on going. Lukas opened his mouth to speak, then felt the words sizzle away into a low, shivering moan beneath the attention of her tongue, dancing across, swirling, circling… pushing, pressing, digging. Back and forth she went until his rim dripped with the thick stickiness of smooth, warm saliva, only for her to then purse her lips, suck it right back into her mouth, and start all over again, faster, harder.

Hind end hefted up like this, there was nowhere for his legs to go except for over her shoulders. Lukas wrapped himself around her right as the bat began to dig deeper inside of him, at the same time pulling her in more firmly: she pressed her mouth against the rim of his tailhole, flexing, relaxing, and scooped her tongue deeper, tapered point already easily working its way through the ring of muscle, then swirling in. Lukas gasped again, able to feel the way she dug out at his guts from inside; even from here he saw how her throat pulsed and churned with the motion of her tongue, folding further inside of him, pressing out against him from inside and then drawing back, then pushing deeper, further, again.

“Oh… man…” the otter breathed, halfway covering his mouth with a paw. Yet again he couldn’t help but clamp down around her tongue; Habu rumbled with delight beneath his tail, suckled at his tailhole again, swallowed, then swirled inside of him. “That’s… why didn’t you… do this last time…”

She rolled her eyes, moved as if to say something, and then seemed to remember that half of her tongue – half? That can’t be right – was still inside of his body. Lukas clamped his paw down around his muzzle, head flattening against the strange bed, eyes wrenching shut again; he tightened his legs around her shoulders as she continued to dig inside of him, the otter riding her snout, lifting himself forward along her tongue and then sinking right back down onto it, unable to do anything other than shift, and squirm, and ride, and clench, and push.

Habu had found the spot that made him moan and wriggle, and willingly abused this. She spread her hands across Lukas’s rump, pushing his legs slightly further apart, then sucked briefly at his tailhole again before pulling back and parting her jaws, affording a few of the root of her tongue snaking out between deadly sharp fangs. Then holding herself above his body, she pulsed the long muscle, drew back, plunged it back in, again and again; Lukas groaned out with delight and tried to lift up around her, wanting her even deeper, even more. He couldn’t quite tell just how deep she was already – he thought he could discern an odd, distant tickling up on the inside of his belly – but still he wanted more.

As if sensing his thoughts, the bat opened her eyes, smirked with her open mouth, and once more closed the distance, bringing her lips forward, brushing across his tailhole, widening her maw to fully encompass the ring of puckered, wrinkled flesh. He felt her hold herself there for a moment, slurping, suckling, breathing; then she drew back again, hands coming in to fill in the gap, thumbs sliding up along the saliva-slickened exterior of his rim.

Bright eyes flashed down at him. Lukas caught her gaze, licked his lips, and nodded, then moved his arms beneath himself for more support. Those thumbs circled around where her tongue remained buried, then teased gently at his rim, pushed softly, pressed in… pushed further, and finally hooked around the dense ring of muscle. He breathed out a tense sigh, flexed around the extra digits, relaxed again, and let his legs drop around her shoulders.

Bit by bit the bat’s tongue slithered back out of him, leaving him tingling as it went, until finally it flicked free – and pulled at the inner rim of his tailhole as it did so. Lukas gasped again, clenched, shivered… moaned once more with Habu digging her thumbs in deeper, plunging into soft, squishy interior meat well-slickened with her drool. She buried both of her thumbs to the knuckle, held there, then slowly, carefully began to pull him apart from inside, teasing at the natural tension, working him loose, until finally she held him open to the air.

Lukas watched her through half-lidded eyes, imagining all the things she could do to him, all the things she would. The bat caught his eye, smiled again, then leaned back in, and for a moment he expected her to dig her tongue right back in to his now opened rim; instead, though, she came close, swallowed, pursed her lips, paused a moment – and then Lukas jumped as she unloaded a thick, sticky glob of spit into him, the frothy wad hanging down for a moment from her lips for plopping down somewhere inside of him. Habu looked down at him, made sure he was watching, then widened her jaw, sealed her mouth around his forcibly stretched rim, drew her broad tongue up along the base of his rudder, and again he felt her sucking at him, slurping and swirling and digging, until that loosed drool trickled back up and she swallowed it.

He would have been more than content to lie here like this, sprawled out on some stranger’s bed with his legs hooked over Habu’s shoulders, working his tailhole in rhythm with the aggression in her hungry kisses, alternating between thumbs and tongue digging up inside of him, pressing at all of the spots that made him gasp and squirm and tighten and squirt little dribbles of pre down his fur… but she swirled her tongue inside of him, flicked it back out, and then pulled back for a moment, thick ropes of sticky mucus hanging between her maw and his rump. Another circle of the tongue broke these strands, and she then slurped them up and swallowed them down.

Habu had to take a moment to catch her breath. Lukas watched her, eyes half-closed, mouth hanging open; he reached up, pressed a paw in alongside his hard shaft, gave himself a little stroke, shivered again at the sensation of his gaping, parted tailhole trying to wink shut, yet unable to around her thumbs keeping him spread. The bat tapped her tongue to his rim again.

“How much are you up for tonight?”

The ideas had been bouncing around in his head. He squirmed again, resting his weight more fully along her chest. “Well,” he began, “given what we’ve been… talking about online, um…”

She visibly straightened up, ears perking, long tail giving an excited little lash. “Really?”

The otter thought about it again. He considered the way her tongue had felt inside of him, how just those thumbs stretched him – though she was­ putting impressive effort into it – then followed the line of her fingers to her arm, and there to her elbow… “Yeah,” he finished, and nodded. “Yeah. But let’s go… kinda slow, right?”

Even before he had finished speaking Habu had begun her preparations. Without looking away from him she drew one hand away, flicked some of the clinging slickness off of her thumb, then held her fingers together, turned her head, and dragged her tongue out across her palm, the motion leading Lukas to trail off. Just like his mouth, just like his tailhole, she swirled her tongue back and forth, curled it around, flicked and flung and licked and slurped until the entirety of her hand dribbled with a thick coating of luxurious, glistening wetness; this done, she lapped the spillage from around her lips, smiled sweetly, and finally bunched those fingers together again, then guiding it in towards the otter’s raised tailhole.

Lukas propped himself up onto his elbows as he watched, the bat’s other hand sliding away to support his lower back, and to lower him down a bit. She dropped back down to kneel by the edge of the bed where she could rest him down, and he took the opportunity to pull himself up a bit while ensuring that his thick rudder still hung down, and that his legs hooked over her shoulders still.

He saw what she was doing. He flexed again when all four of those fingers, bunched to a point, nudged up against the wrinkled pucker of his tailhole; slickened and loosened as it was from her tongue, they easily pushed in past the muscle, then squished and squelched within overlapping folds of inner meat.

“M-maybe,” Lukas panted, trying not to squeeze too hard, “start with – um – three?”

Habu regarded him again, smirked, then slid one finger away from the others, though instead of curling it in towards her palm she simply rested it alongside his hanging sack. Then slowly, carefully, she began to press up into him, fingers sinking further into the same dank, squeezing warmth her tongue had just plumbed. There was the familiar sensation of the stretch, the faint discomfort quickly dissipating into pleasant, fulfilling pressure; Lukas stretched his toes out, relaxed again, reached down with his own paws to spread himself around her fingers pushing further, up to the second knuckle, then the base.

Once buried inside of him she adjusted her posture and turned her hand, now curling her fingers up inside of him, rubbing across that same spot that made him roll his head, gasp, swallow, grunt, moan. Again and again she brushed there, pushing up and out, digging into the walls of flesh, and then back down again so that his opened tailhole squelched and guttered out – then right back in, and out, and in again. Almost without his notice that fourth finger then joined the three, and Habu clenched them together inside of him so that instead of a flat paddle of her hand, they became a thicker, blunted pressure squeezing in, stretching his rim further, resisting the natural strain.

“Is that alright?”

Lukas almost didn’t hear her. He lifted his head, chest heaving in slow, steady panting, and flicked his tongue across his chops. “Yeah,” he managed, then flopped down again. “Keep… going, that… feels…”

He wished that he had something to brace his footpaws against, so that he could lift himself up and then grind back down onto her hand, bringing her even deeper, stretching himself further. Instead he just clamped his legs around her, trying to pull her in, working and flexing in rhythm with the movement of her hand, pushing up against the rim of her knuckles, holding there, sinking back again; again she turned her hand the other way, thumb now coming up along the underside of his sack, rubbing there, then pitching down again.

Then, suddenly, everything slopped out of him – confused, he blinked and lifted his head to look, only to see Habu again swirling her tongue around the dripping wetness of her fingers. She pursed her lips, dumped another glob of spit across herself, then bunched her fingers back together to return them to their proper place beneath his tail, this time sinking in faster, smoother, a little bit harder.

The otter’s head rocked back with another sigh. He relaxed where he could and pushed where it felt invited, gritting his teeth to do so, bearing down from inside so that his belly flattened out and his muscles churned. Between his legs Habu twisted her body so that she could put more of her weight behind each plunge, her thumb having now joined her fingers in that blunted point, pressing up against him, stretching him wider and wider, nudging his rim up against her knuckles-

-until, suddenly, the pair crossed that bridge. Lukas gasped and clenched tightly down around the sudden fulfilling pressure, though the ring of muscle nearly refused to respond; between his legs Habu cooed with delight, and then he just as quickly felt all of her fingers and her thumb inside of him splay out and wiggle, to tickle at the inner walls of his bowels from inside.

“There you go,” she rumbled, already starting to tease her wrist back out of him. The way out was much easier than in; Lukas groaned, relaxed, felt his tailhole tug outwards around the girth… then gasped again when she popped free. “You took that pretty well! I’m impressed.”

“Yeah, well… I…”

Already she had started to press in again. “That means next time will be even easier. And the time after that, even more so, and…” And Lukas sighed when she plunged in past the wrist again, this time keeping her fist clenched, turning it slightly to the side, wrenching her arm in a bare half-inch further. It felt as though Lukas’s lungs were being compressed from the inside, forcing him to sigh out a little bit the deeper she wedged herself inside of him. “Just let me know if you need me to slow down a bit.”

“No, you’re…” This was unlike almost anything else he had felt before. Lukas shifted, briefly pushing his footpaws against her shoulders so that he could hoist his legs up toward his body. “You’re good. That’s… hah…”

As she worked the bat leaned in closer, nuzzled at the side of his shaft, his sack, just beneath his balls… and then flicked her tongue out again, coiling the thick expanse of muscle around where her arm disappeared inside of his body. He felt her swirling, digging, scooping along the stretched rim of his tailhole, adding an extra layer of slickness as she pushed deeper and deeper, shoulder churning with the back-and-forth movement.

Deep inside of him Habu flexed her fingers out and then clamped them back in, scraping at his inner walls, pushing out at his belly and lungs from inside. His heart thumped, and again he wondered if she would be able to feel it inside of him; his hard cock twitched across his soaked belly, yet all he wanted was more of this, for her to go deeper, faster, harder, at once never enough while still far more than he had ever taken.

Lukas reached up to cover his face with a paw, now straining from inside as Habu dug her arm deeper. He could feel the heat of her body simmering inside of his own, the texture of her fur flattening back beneath the natural clinging mucus, the sensation of her muscles twitching, pulling, straining. He squeezed around her as much as he could, felt his entire body tremble, then relaxed and pushed instead – and moaned.

“That’s it,” Habu encouraged, her breath trickling hot and damp across his stretched tailhole. “That’s it. More of that. Let me-”

Still back and forth she worked her arm, twisting inside of him, feeling as though she were grasping at Lukas’s innards and yanking them back down out of him. He squirmed where he lay, wriggling this way and that, thrusting up into the air only to then sink right back down towards her elbow, stretched rim slurping, slopping, squelching audibly around her now; she could keep him parted open around her fingers, the otter’s eager straining from inside forcing his lower guts to well up towards her waiting palm only for her to then sink right back in again.

The bat’s other hand reached up along his leg first, then scooped around to angle him over her shoulder again, and then she turned her body to continue pressing into him. When he opened his eyes he could see her progress inside of him, the blunted shape of the bat’s fist pressing out at his belly from inside, scooping along his innards as it went before disappearing again further up his chest; there was that sensation of pressure again, the feeling that he couldn’t quite fill his lungs – now accompanied by an odd, warm tingle from deep inside of him. Still, all he wanted to do was ride her arm back and forth, to have her continue that motion, to keep on going; he groaned and whimpered with sweet, indulgent delight, pressing his paws down along the shape of her arm within his belly, squeezing along his hard shaft, shivering, shuddering, uselessly clenching around where she had rooted herself halfway to the elbow inside of him.

Then, though, Habu paused, the bat panting softly from the exertion of working him so hard. Bright eyes flashed up to him again. “Lukas.”

“Y-yeah?”

She licked her chops again. “Can you push me out?”

He blinked. “You want me to…”

“Mhmm. Don’t hold back.”

Again he shifted, once more lifting his legs and wrapping his arm behind his knees to hold them up. Positioned like this, Habu’s arm buried some halfway to her elbow inside of him, he felt as though he couldn’t quite draw a full breath – but still he tried his best, swallowed, bore down, tensed up… started pushing, pushing from deep inside. First all he felt was the resistance of her fist inside of him; then this gave way to an odd sensation of displacement inside of him, the sleek slickness of his inner walls spreading down along her arm, coils of inner muscle sliding in rhythm, wedging back against her wrist and hand so that, bit by bit, he felt her slide slowly out of him.

The further she went, the louder that progress became. First it was just the sound of his own straining, the otter’s breath caught in his throat, the little periodic grunts, the rustling of his body across the bed; but then a gentle, wet puttering began, vibrating along the everted rim of his tailhole as little trapped bubbles made their way free. Then thicker, heavier squelching coming in time with each of his more forceful pushes. Soon he could tell that he had started to stretch out around his own insides, the lower folds of his bowels squishing out as they sleeved along the bat’s arm, muscles continuing to roll, momentum building; he lifted his head again, set his jaw, then leaned back, breath puffing out in one great rush just so he could draw it right back in.

Then another push, and pause; and another, and he felt the wider base of her wrist begin to slide out; and another, and – Habu’s clenched fist popped free, slurped out of him, yet still Lukas felt as though he had more to give. He sighed again, let his chest heave in a few unsteady breaths, then bore down even further, hoisting his legs up towards his body, squeezing down until he felt his pulse beating in the back of his head, and heard the thick, wet, sticky squelching of roils of meat unfolding from inside, welling up against one another and squeezing out along the stretched, gaping rim of his tailhole.

Then, finally, he relaxed, chest still heaving, heart pounding, head a little bit foggy. Yet another odd sensation had begun down between his legs; once he found the ability to open his eyes again and peer through the swirling colors that had spun up from such immense tension, he saw Habu with her head turned, long tongue peeling the curls of sticky internal slime off from between her fingers, while she stroked beneath his tail with the other.

“You’re so kind,” the bat cooed, catching his eye again. She plunged two fingers into her maw, sucked them clean, then once again braced her hands beneath his rump to lift him up. In doing so she partially bent Lukas over himself, his thick rudder swinging to the side, his hard cock pushing against his belly, his balls sagging down… his lower bowels blossoming out from inside of him, barely a thumb’s width of rich, succulent wet meat folding in against itself, glistening with slick slime in the light from overhead. “You brought me a rose.”

Still a bit dizzy from the blood now rushing away from his head, Lukas rolled his eyes. He flexed a little bit, pushed again – he couldn’t tell if that was pre, piss, or some mix of both that had pooled in his bellyfur and rolled down his size – then clenched… and to his combined surprise and interest, saw those wrinkles of protruding internal meat remain catch in place, squelch among themselves, squish out another frothy glob of slimy gunk from inside.

“You’re-” He swallowed again, squeezed, clenched, sighed when that bloom finally popped back inside of him, and then giggled softly at the way his tailhole just parted open once more. “-insufferable…”

But still Habu leaned over him, bringing her muzzle close to his used and abused rim. “Hey, I wasn’t done with that.”

“Huh?”

“Push again. Push it out.”

So he did, starting from inside, welling out the pressure, straining… biting his lip as he rolled over that final threshold, the same sputtering patter of wet noise issuing out again. Habu rumbled softly in her throat at the sight, watching Lukas’s innards squeeze out from inside of his body; she licked her lips, ran both her thumbs along the protruding length – there was that odd sensation again, the feeling of something not quite fitting, the source of the touch outside his body while all his nerves told him it was still inside – then leaned in close enough that yet again he felt the warmth of her breath puffing out across him.

Habu licked her chops again. “I’ve been wanting to do this for ages…”

“What?” Lukas managed, still straining a bit. “Turn me inside-out?”

“Well, yes. But I mean… more…”

And then she continued leaning in – and closed the distance, her lips disappearing among squelching folds of wrinkled meat. Lukas gasped, briefly squeezing; his insides squished down around the bat’s snout, but then she began to swirl her tongue out from inside him, the muscle easily folding and reshaping the loose walls of flesh around it, digging out from inside. Habu parted her jaws, took in a breath, and then sucked that blossoming wad into her mouth, still lapping, still slurping.

“Oh, man,” Lukas breathed, heart fluttering. “Oh, gosh, that’s…”

Habu smirked around his tailhole, breathed out through her nose, then swallowed and began to suck at him from inside, and that was a truly unique sensation. Lukas pressed a paw down along his belly, this odd feeling of vacuum-emptiness stirring from inside of him; he shuddered, moaned softly, rested his legs over her shoulders, and pushed a little bit harder, letting himself fold further out around her tongue as it plunged inside of him.

Never before had he seen her so invested into something as this. The bat drew back, thick strands of saliva mixed with mucus hanging between her mouth and his insides, then dove right back in; she squished her snout in against the revealed folds of flesh, leaf-nose lifting up from inside, then dug her way around to once more draw those wrinkles between her lips. Her tongue flicked out, pressed against him from inside, scooped up. Habu breathed through the corners of her maw hanging open around him, the dank heat wafting out across him, tickling in, swirling there, so that she could taste his meat on each and every inhalation; she swallowed open-mouthed, moaned out across him – the vibration of her voice made him shiver – then slurped her tongue into him again, the revealed folds from inside easily couching around the muscle and burying it deep. Lukas could feel himself, his insides made into outsides, jiggling with each little movement and as she sucked along them and then pulled away.

Again and again the bat buried herself deep inside of him, her hands now coming up to plunge four, six, eight fingers into the loose wad of meat hanging out of him, sinking in towards the buried rim of his tailhole still stretched open so that she could pull him even further. Lukas couldn’t help but tremble and gasp, reaching down to stroke himself, doing his best not to clench down around her snout – though at this rate he wasn’t certain his muscles would even be able to respond. Bit by bit Habu nipped his inner walls between her lips and dragged him out further, carefully, gently; she swirled her tongue around the base where his guts squeezed out from inside, once more sucked him into her mouth, then pulled back, further, keeping him there – until he slopped free with another sticky squelch.

Then, panting, the bat remained down between his legs for a moment, more of those loose slimy strands dripping from her parted lips. She looked up at him, shoulders lurching with her breathing; he returned the look, still a little bit dizzy, entire lower body suffused with the sweet, vibrating waves of pleasure that each touch sent rocketing through him.

Between his legs Habu moved to stand up, though carried him with her. She lifted a knee up and started climbing into the bed, shifting Lukas as she went; he followed her lead, bringing himself up towards the pillow, and on the way realizing that his arms and legs could barely support his weight at this point. I’m exhausted, he realized with a little breathless laugh, puffing back across the bat’s snout as she leaned in towards him, but I still want more. This might be… the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done… and he let his eyes drift shut, pursed his lips, and lifted up, expecting the kiss.

Instead as Habu positioned herself over him, Lukas jerked with the dribble of one of those sticky strands plopping to his cheek. He opened his eyes again and looked up to see her lapping the gathered wetness off of her fingers and down her arm towards her elbow, then swirling her tongue about her matted, messy lips; she smirked when she noticed him looking.

“Hey.” He reached up to drag her back down to him, but she resisted, the twin points of the bat’s long tail again coiling up one of his legs. “Hey, wait, I want a taste.”

“Mm.” Her tongue wrapped around her arm, squeezing the slickness from her fur, then slipped back in. “Bold of you to assume I’d share this.”

“Hey, that’s – my slime-” He tugged at her shoulders, and in the same move wrapped his legs around her waist. Habu instinctively thrust forward, her own arousal stirring from within her slit nestled among smooth, soft scales. “I think I’m entitled to it!”

“Well, then.” Her relatively drier hand pressed against the otter’s chest to push him back down to the bed; Lukas gasped, then squirmed as her tails continued up, teasing at his still-opened tailhole, feeling across the folds and wrinkles. “Why don’t you come and take it from me, then?”

Don’t have to tell me twice, Lukas thought, and with his other paw still behind her neck he pulled himself up to her, instead of dragging her down to him. At first he just brushed his lips across hers, barely enough to wipe off some of that wetness, but then she relented… and her mouth met his again, her lips streaked and smeared with the gathered slickness of his own insides, the smooth, heady touch of his own familiar musk wafting from her breath. Lukas swallowed, sighed out, caught his breath, and dove right back in again, just in time for the bat’s tongue to unroll inside of his mouth. This time instead of trying to suckle at him, instead of pulling his tongue out of his maw and into hers, Habu did the clear opposite: she gripped his jaw in her one hand, squeezed at his cheeks to force him to open his lips, then spent another moment rolling her tongue back and forth, welling up another glob of drool mixed with liquid musk; then she held it there, pursed her lips, came down so that her mouth held inside his, and spat it directly against the back of his throat.

Lukas’s body jerked again. He moaned out around her mouth, clamping his lips around her maw, sucking to draw out more of his own taste. Habu giggled against him, now pressing her tail together to push it up inside of him, the wide girth easily spreading his still-revealed lower bowels. Lukas lurched up along the bed as she pushed deeper into him, shoving his insides back inside; he gasped at her mouth, panted in the space in between kisses, and hoisted his body up against hers, slurping up along her tail, sinking back down. He wanted to wrap his legs around her, feeling her push deeper inside while at the same time she returned his little thrusts, her twin shafts nudging out around his own-

-and then the bat drew back, broke the string of saliva linking their mouths and slurped it down, then tightened her arms around him and bodily spun him around, so that she lay back along the bed and he trembled atop her. There was no way Lukas would be able to hold himself up: he brushed his muzzle sideways into the ruff of fur around her neck, one paw draped over one of her breasts, the other halfway shoved underneath her, while she held him down in place for her tail to continue its rhythm.

“Oh gosh,” he repeated, breath tasting like his own tailhole. “Oh, you’re… hah…”

The bat nudged downwards toward him, tail drawing back, curling up, and then pounding back in, pressing a little bit further into his belly every time. “Yeah?” she murmured in response, then licked her lips again. She nuzzled down onto him. “Can you push for me again?”

Instead of respond, he simply did as requested. Lukas squeezed his paw on her chest, wrenched his eyes shut, set his jaw, and then pushed – and felt the familiar hot trickle of released pressure dribble out from inside of him, bladder pushed nearly to its limit along her tongue, her arm, her tail. He could feel his insides welling up around the girth plunging inside of him, malleable rings of wadded muscle squeezing further down, drawing her deeper, then getting tugged out in rhythm; Habu squeezed her arms around his body, wrapping him comfortably within the dim warmth of her wings as she worked.

“Is – that-?”

“More. As much as you’ve got.”

Lukas giggled softly, swallowed again, then repeated the same, bearing down, curling his toes, gritting his teeth. Along the way he couldn’t help but let a low, trembling moan shiver out along his exhaling breath, forced pissed dribbling out from his hard cock and soaking along the bat’s lower belly, rudder-tail hiking up at the base, opened tailhole spluttering, squelching, squishing around her. By now he felt himself unfolding again and again each time her tail retreated, the bat flexing the twinned fork at the end to effectively spread him from inside: she pulled the loose, meaty walls of his lower bowels around herself and yanked them out of him, peeling outwards, unrolling him, making him bloom even further.

That strange sensation of suction inside of him grew further the longer she went, her chest heaving against his, her sharp teeth gritted. With great effort Lukas shifted his paws to her shoulders and rode along her tail, the more familiar position settling in easily to his exhausted body; he kept his back arched and tail hiked, pulling himself far forward and then sinking back, pushing out from inside the entire time, even though at some point he could tell that while her tail was still inside him, she was somehow no longer inside his body.

He gasped again, groaned, then arched his back and straightened up. Both paws flung away from the bat’s shoulder to reach back behind himself: he gripped his rump, spread himself, and pushed, pushed, pushed as hard as he could, until his entire lower body jerked and shuddered and bucked with overwhelming sensation, and loose sprays of misty, foggy juice arced up and out across the bat’s dark fur. She cooed out with sweet appreciation, tail digging so deep inside of him that he felt his breath pushed out from inside, then drew back out – and as she did so Lukas finally let himself relax, the odd, distant sensation of his own heartbeat thumping like a muted echo from somewhere beneath his tail, outside of his body.

Gradually Habu let her arms fall from his back, allowing the otter to settle more comfortably on top of her. She rubbed idly at his trembling thighs. “You just cum?” she rumbled, then reached up, nudged him back down, nestled him in against her neck again. “Or piss on me without asking?”

“Um.” He shifted again, clenched his unresponsive, throbbing lower abdominal muscles, felt a strange sticky pull from that same spot outside of his body where he dragged across her leg. “I’m… not sure? Maybe a bit of both.”

“Hmm.” Habu squirmed a little bit, tugged her tail the rest of the way out – he felt that extension of himself pull with the movement, then flop down again – and deftly curled it up to drag through the puddle gathered along her belly. The bat blinked, tilted her head, sniffed at her tailtips, then closed her lips around them. “Ah.” She nodded. “Both.” Then she turned her tail to offer it to Lukas.

He sniffed at it, smelled himself, leaned in, took a taste… gagged a little bit when she suddenly thrust it in towards the back of his throat, then pulled it back again. “Oh. Yeah. Definitely both.”

“So, and then you’re, um…”

Habu shifted again, now running one arm down his back. Lukas shivered with the feeling of sharp claws digging through his fur, turning his muzzle to bury his face in her shoulder – but then felt another new sensation, all of that odd displacement and echoed vibrations reverberating up, both inside of him yet outside his body at the same time. He half-lifted a leg, bit his lower lip… moaned a little bit.

“Do you need, uh, help with, like… mashing this… back in?”

“Huh?” He managed to lift himself up and turned to peer beneath his body – and saw there danging out behind his sack, the same rich red loose folds of everted bowels, now fully bloomed so that a good few inches of his insides hung slack outside of his body. Habu gripped the length gently in her hand, then gave a squeeze – and Lukas’s tail twitched with that feeling. “O-oh. Oh. Um, I mean… yeah? Maybe?”

She shifted a little bit further, plunged her fingers in to the wrinkled mouth of the wad of meat, struggled to find a good grip, and then bit by bit began to fold him back inside of himself. Lukas tried to stay relaxed as she did so, though found himself clenching, shivering, rocking back against her; his tailhole squelched and squirted and squished again and again, four fingers pushing up into him, sliding back out, pushing in again – then with her thumb as well, and all the way past her wrist without so much as a twitch of resistance.

“-And… there you… go…”

Lukas huffed out again, then rolled partially off of her. “God,” he murmured, “now that’s… a weird feeling…”

“What? Having a second tail for a bit?”

“No.” He ran his paw back down her belly, fingers splaying across her nipples, then dancing through the puddle of his own warmth still soaking into her fur. “Having my insides… well, inside again. I was getting used to that.”

“Mm.” She tugged him a little closer. “I was, too, y’know. Next time let’s make your insides my insides.” One of her ears flicked. “I mean in my mouth.”

“You did get pretty close for a little, there.”

“Thanks. I tried my best. Can you walk?”

“Oh, no chance. Not at all.” The otter lifted a leg, held it up a moment to show how it trembled, then draped it across Habu’s. “Probably not for, like, at least another half hour.”

“Damn. I gotta pee.”

“Well, clearly that wasn’t an issue for me…”

“Sure, and while I don’t mind getting wet – and I know you don’t either – this isn’t our bed.”

The otter smirked, then pushed his wet, dripping paw further down her body. Piss-soaked fingers teased across the revealed tips of Habu’s shafts; she twitched, shivered, and then reflexively lifted up, sliding further out to his touch. “Well, I still need to take care of you; it’s only fair, after all…”

“Mm…” She closed her eyes, hips rocking slowly until she had slid out enough for him to wrap his paw around one. “Want me to – drag you to the shower, then?”

Lukas nuzzled in a little more firmly. “Yeah. God, I feel like I’ve just been – hollowed out.”

“It’s nice, isn’t it?”

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