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It was supposed to be a simple movie night for the pair of them. Sandy had shown up at Lambent's place, as usual wearing nothing but his rainbow patterned bandana. Not that he proved much more risque than his host's habit of wearing just a shirt. The pup looked down at the sandshrew, his gaze lingering at the oversized sheath between his legs. "Ran into a friend on the way here," was all the explanation Sandy needed to give.
They put the film on, some heist movie, but all too soon they were down a few pints of beer, nestled up on the couch and lightly stroking each other. Fondling led to stroking, and then Sandy was between Lambent's legs, thrusting his sizeable—and still growing—cock against his host's.
"You've got a great cock, you know that?" slurred Lambent as he nuzzled up against the pre-slicked tip.
"What a coincidence... I think it likes you too!" said Sandy as he gave his hips a thrust, sliding Lambent's head inside his shaft.
Lambent was cute, and he'd loved the idea of having some fun with him... but what sort of predator would he be if he passed up such an easy meal?
"Hey wait, I'm supposed to be the one to--" protested Lambent as the drunken dog realized his fate.
There was a loud, wet gulp as Sandy made his first swallow, and any further comments Lambent had to make were too muffled to make out anymore. "Such a good boy..." cooed Sandy, stroking the bulge his meal was making. "Shame you won't be one for much longer. You'll just be a sticky mess all over your... hmm... maybe I'll see what porn you've got on your computer before soaking it with you."
His bulge made a sudden squirm at that, though whether in protest or anticipation, he couldn't tell. Not that it mattered at this point anyway. Lambent was well past the point of no return. He leaned back against the arm of the couch, and helped coax his meal down further. "Was nice knowing you," he said as the pup's legs slid in, he got one last glance at his host's paws, and then his cocktip closed shut behind it's meal and the meal formerly known as Lambent was just a bulge sliding down and vanishing into his sheath.
The little glutton gave a shudder as his meal settled, and he groped the bulge his meal made in one of his balls. He could feel Lambent trying desperately to get off before he became a puddle of jizz. Sandy began to stroke himself, his meal digesting faster the closer he got. He could feel Lambent getting more frantic, obviously noticing how fast he was melting away, fairly close himself... and then with a pleasant burble of seed the struggling was gone, replaced with the creamy smoothness of a good meal.