The busty young Faerie forgot her wayward hair and concentrated on the distressingly unmistakable noise coming from the ground down below. Two noises, actually – one of which not so unmistakable, but given how obvious its source was, that didn’t matter much. The one she could not identify by sound alone was that of a squirrel with a hugely full and squirming stomach coming waddling noisily through the bush and sinking to rest against the foot of her tree with a sigh. It was a moderately big one, even making allowance for its distended belly, and it was obviously quite happy with itself. If the dazed and stupid smile on its face wasn’t a clue enough, the monstrously erect cock still dripping both precum and other, stickier things would surely tip off even a Faerie so comparatively uninterested in erect male members as Ursi.
The other sound was a sound that never failed to both tickle Ursi’s heart with cold, shivery fingers even while it tickled lower things with a decidedly warmer bent; a Faerie was screaming, pleading and crying… from inside the squirrel’s squirming stomach. Not only had the red-pelted little fiend enjoyed itself at someone’s expense, it had gotten dinner out of it, too. It wasn’t even done with its enjoyment – the first thing it did upon sitting down was to grab that massive shaft with one hand-paw and begin stroking it, pressing it against its bloated stomach, matching the rhythm to the squeals and shrieks from inside…
Ursi licked her lips nervously… and perhaps for another reason. This… wasn’t good. Not at all. The squirrel probably wasn’t all that threatening to her – it had already eaten, after all, and while she under no circumstances wanted that cock anywhere near *her*, she doubted it could even run four steps in a straight line, much less climb this tree – no, the problem was that whoever was in there was making such a racket; if Ursi could hear her, so could other things out here in the forest. Nothing attracted so many predators as loud Faerie voices, since there could always be more Faeries around. The first predator on the scene might even be satisfied with a fuck, or have captured more than he needed… or could hang onto while in post-orgasmic bliss. Fleeing now would be much more dangerous than staying silent and hidden – The green-eyed girl didn’t know if she was hearing or just imagining insect wings buzzing nearby, and didn’t care to find out.
No, she was definitely staying put for a while. And while she did… The final twist that would lock her rich, voluminous hair in place came undone quite of itself, slowly letting her hair slip back down her back. Ursi inched a little further out on the branch, trying to get a better view of the moving belly. Whoever it was, she was kicking and trashing up a storm, and no wonder! The voice was really to garbled to recognize, but Ursi was sure she could hear “NOT MEEEE” and “IT BUUURRNS! YOU’RE DIGESTING MEEEE!!” quite clearly… The buxom redhead bit her lip and wondered who it was, and if the screams had gotten louder when the steady stroking of the beast’s cock began speeding up.
Who could that be, in there? For one panic-filled moment, she had wondered if that could possibly have been Varona, but… her lover hadn’t left the Warren yet when Ursi flew off, and she’d come straight here. If the squirrel had both fucked and feasted *and* waddled here… No, that couldn’t have happened! There was no time! Then… who? Who was out today for this brute to eat and… and have his way with? Ursi’s tongue played out over her lips again and her smooth thighs rubbed ever so slightly against each other at that thought. There was that second-year class that had headed out on a field trip… the one with all those lookers and that gorgeous, purple-haired Teacher. An image hit her so hard she almost lost her breath of the Squirrel snapping off Miss Selesia’s underwear, and lifting the screaming, pleading Teacher to his mouth, his jaws opening wide to pass her jiggling, ample breasts. Her screams would muffle ever so slightly as it passed her through, her long, tight legs kicking…
How would her class have reacted? How many would have fled in panic… perhaps meeting other preds, and how many would have hidden and watched? The curvy Faerie girl was decidedly short of breath now, and she was all too conscious of her free hand running up and down her side, as if it couldn’t decide whether to plunge low or glide up to her not-quite-heaving-yet breasts. It was more likely it would have gotten one of the school girls, though… maybe that blonde with all the curves – that class had no less than four or five girls who gave their teacher a run for the money in the chest department. Some of them might even be bigger than Ursi! She could just see that blonde girl’s tits jiggling with every frantic thrust of that monster cock up her slit, or maybe that absolutely beautiful blue-haired girl? Shelanna’s little sister?
The squirrel had reached a truly impressive pace down there, and Ursi was feeling her throat dry up as other parts wettened. Gods, any of those would have looked *so* hot! And from what she had heard, it couldn’t happen to a nicer girl than Miss Selesia. Not to Shelanna’s little sister, either – if she was anything like Shelanna. Then again, the long-limbed, blue-haired queen bee didn’t seem to like her little sister much, so there might be some hope for Mellie, yet. Unless her expertly plowed, gorgeous little body was in there trashing in the squirrel’s digestive juices, of course.
There wasn’t much she could do for whoever it was by this point, anyway, so… as long as she was stuck in this tree… The squirrel was jerking off so fast now, it’s hand had become a blur around its shaft, drops of precum and splatters of semen from its earlier rounds going flying with every stroke. From her vantage point, Ursi could see the beast’s throbbing balls, looking so full it was almost unimaginable that it had already blown its massive load into a squealing Faerie at least once. The fairly horrific visage of that monster cock going up any Faerie’s hole – and if this squirrel was like anything she’d seen out of other predators, she thought she knew which hole had interested it the most – was immediately shocked out of her mind by a much better one – that cock slipping out of little Mellie’s up until now probably indescribably tight ass just at the moment of orgasm, and a tidal wave of scalding hot cum shooting all over her gorgeous, long-limbed body; covering her high, perky breasts, her flat stomach, her hopelessly beautiful face…
The busty redhead’s wayward hand decided, and shot to her already dripping middle so fast she almost overbalanced. Ursi bit down into her lip to avoid moaning aloud, the image replaying again and again… and then, just as her fingers *really* got going, the crystal-clear fantasy switched out Mellie with Ursi herself… and Varona.
This time, Ursi couldn’t keep back a moan, and her entire body shuddered in very pleasing ways. Neither her nor Varona had ever had any use for anything going up their holes – she would pretend Varona’s carved and polished wooden cock didn’t exist, for the sake of argument, but the sight of hot, sticky spunk running down her lover’s athletic figure, making her skin slick, running over her face… and given the obvious way Varona felt the same about Ursi getting a shower, and Ursi had found that hot, sticky and slick stuff spraying over her tits wasn’t a bad thing at all…
Ursi had almost forgotten the Faerie making steadily more desperate shrieks in the squirrel’s belly as its exertion released ever more and stronger stomach acid. Her entire focus was on the squirrel’s trembling cock. Even if it had emptied itself thrice, it had to be cumming soon with that speed. And then… Oh Gods, if there was a way to take that deluge without going past… its… teeth…
The squirrel hit a new gear, somehow, leaning its head back and opening its mouth in ecstasy – and luckily closing its eyes, or it might just have spotted a new meal. Ursi was whimpering without restraint – or at least, anyone who hadn’t heard how she *really* sounded when she didn’t muffle herself would have thought so. The train of thought had brought her straight back to the squirrel’s jaws, herself in the main role again, imagining it lifting her spunk-covered face towards those teeth, slipping her head in… and stopping at her heaving, jiggling bosom. Could it… could it possibly open wide enough to pass her massive rack pass its teeth? Or… or would it…
She leaned forward, and a knothole dug into one of those large, soft mounds just as she imagined the squirrel’s teeth beginning to grind down on them, and it all was too much. Her world absolutely exploded in pleasure, her probing fingers burying themselves deep in her slit even as her other hand clamped down on her breast like mincing squirrel’s teeth. She was bucking her hips wildly, her ass jiggling crazily, fucking her fingers as if it was the last thing she would ever do.
The squirrel would have been *sure* to hear her – and the way Ursi was spasming and shaking, probably see her – if the desperate squealing and trashing from within its belly hadn’t coincided so perfectly with its own blurry hand. It’s balls tightened twice, a visible spasm running all through the massive cock, and then the squirrel screeched to even drown out the shrieks from its belly, and the first jet of scalding hot cum shot heavenward so hard and fast, it was almost unbelievable that it had already gone once into each hole its prey had!
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