“I have a, hmm, fraught question.”
Saida looked over—and up—at Serrano. As far as she knew, her coyote friend’s natural size was five foot eight, and her natural form was bipedal. Presently, she was neither of those things. Instead, she was in what she called a “taur” form: upper half that of a bipedal coyote, lower half that of a more feral, unevolved one. Saida found it unsettling, even though she found the punkish coyote woman dazzlingly attractive. Actually, to be honest, what was unsettling was how attractive Serrano remained even in this form. Somehow, that form currently being so large that Saida didn’t reach the coyote-taur’s lower shoulders just made her more so.
“That’s a disquieting setup, but go on.” She finished her beer—the third one she’d had, and probably one too many.
Serrano shifted position so her lower half lay flat on the carpet of her apartment. It still left her eye level higher than the Rha’s. If she were at her own natural size, she’d be a lot bigger, but instead she was five foot eight or so herself. Unlike Serrano, who had some kind of magical powers that she’d been extremely reticent to explain, Saida couldn’t change size on her own. “So.” The coyote spread her hands. “I’ve been able to take this form for a while, but there’s a lot I don’t know about it, anatomy-wise.”
“Such as how you make all those limbs look so graceful?”
Serrano grinned. “You find taurs sexy?”
Saida crossed her arms. “I didn’t say ‘sexy,’ and I wasn’t talking about all taurs, just you.”
The grin grew positively wicked. “You find me sexy.”
The Rha’s inner ears started to grow warm. “You were talking about your anatomy?”
“Yeah. For instance…” She waved at her massive body. “I don’t know how my digestive system works. Do I have one stomach, or two?”
Saida followed the wave, then blinked rapidly. “Oh, you are not going to ask what I think you’re about to ask.”
Serrano leaned forward. “I mean, I am asking, instead of taking advantage of my size and just doing it.”
“I a-appreciate that, but it’s a lot. I come back, yes, but I’m still…” She waved a hand at the taur’s lower half.
“Food.” The coyote nodded. “I thought that was part of what, you know, you enjoyed, though.” The emphasis on enjoyed made it sound decidedly lascivious.
“It’s the…” She trailed off, eyeing the giantess. “I think I’m really asking for it if I tell you.”
“It’s very…intimate, isn’t it?” Serrano locked eyes with her. “It is for me, whether I’m eating a single person or a building full of them.”
Saida gaped. “You’ve eaten buildings?”
“When I’m in full storm goddess mode, yeah.”
“And that doesn’t…bother you?”
“Here and now, sure,” Serrano admitted. “In the moment, though…” She shrugged. “I am the storm. You can scream up at a hurricane to stop, but it won’t. It can’t. If you try to stop it, you’re just going to end up underpaw.” She flexed her massive forepaws.
Saida looked down at them, feeling her blush increase. Hopefully, Serrano wouldn’t notice.
She cupped a big hand behind the Rha, bringing her muzzle close enough that Saida’s vision became only lips, tongue, and teeth. “What are you thinking, little cat?”
“I’m trying not to imagine you big enough to swallow a skyscraper,” she murmured.
Serrano grinned. “Paws the size of city blocks.”
Saida squirmed back against the coyote’s hand, breathing faster.
“Oh. You…” Serrano pressed her nose, wider than the cat’s torso, against her breasts. “…are getting turned on.”
“Mmm.” She nodded shakily, running her hands along Serrano’s wet lower lip.
“So am I. You’re a very attractive little cat, Saida.” She extended a long tongue and dragged it up the cat’s front, from knees to face.
Saida gasped and spluttered, the splutter ending in a brief, embarrassed moan as she stared up at the coyote’s jaws, squirming again as Serrano licked her lips slowly.
Serrano tilted her head down, fastening predatory bedroom eyes on the cat. “I’m changing my mind about taking advantage of my size, Saida.”
“Okay,” Saida squeaked, still staring up.
The taur rose to her forepaws, still sitting on her haunches but now towering over the feline. She took Saida’s T-shirt between two fingers and pulled it off, tossing it to the side, then used a claw-tip to undo her bra.
Then she parted her jaws, widely, slowly, directly over Saida’s head, and lowered them down over the Rha. The feline’s pupils dilated, her ears folding back. “Wait, I—”
Serrano clamped her mouth shut on Saida’s whole upper half, tongue pressing against her from belly to face. The air became thick, moist, hot, and as the coyote sucked on her—just a little—saliva quickly soaked into her fur. As she stayed held almost immobile, she felt her jeans being unsnapped, slid down her legs along with her panties.
The giantess drew her jaws back up the cat’s body, achingly slowly. As she was freed with a wet pop, she kept her hands in Serrano’s mouth, feeling the fearsome, glistening teeth, whining as a strand of saliva held between her hair and the coyote’s lower lip for several seconds.
“You what?” Serrano whispered.
“N-nothing.”
“You are so sexy when you’re flustered, little cat.”
“J-just…” She swallowed. “Just do it.”
Serrano grinned, drawing the soft back of a forepaw up Serrano’s front. God, she did not have a paw fetish she did not have a paw fetish mmmf. “Aw, ask nice,” the coyote teased.
“P…please eat me?”
The coyote’s eyes locked onto hers again, and everything went still for three long seconds. Saida found herself holding her breath.
Then, with a thunderous snarl, Serrano’s jaws snapped down over her again, all at once, this time lifting her up into the air as the taur straightened up and tilted her head back. Saida shrieked as her body slid toward the dark back of the throat until gravity couldn’t pull her down any farther. This left her legs kicking outside the coyote’s muzzle, Serrano’s tongue-tip right—right between—
Oh, goddess, she’s licking.
Saida kicked more frantically, even as she found herself pumping her hips just as frantically in time with the licks. She squirmed back and forth to the little degree she was able, gasping for breath in the rising saliva as she moaned, feeling the sharp enamel of fangs on all sides, the soft, insistent tongue pushing, pushing, pushing—
That was it. She jerked, climaxing so hard it felt like it would have enough force to drive her down the taur’s throat without a swallow. But that was a swallow, the wet, irresistible suction pulling her forward, down. She felt her legs and paws go past Serrano’s lips, teeth, across her tongue. Then she was fully inside that gullet, compressed all around, wind squeezed out of her.
Being swallowed by someone this—well, “small” surely wasn’t the right word, but someone barely big enough to swallow her whole—was a different experience than if she’d been swallowed by someone as big as Saida herself normally was. It hurt more, but somehow also kept her tingling more. She gasped for air that wasn’t there.
But—how—was she still in the taur’s throat? Was she stopping?
The muscles surrounding her seemed looser, less threatening, but she hadn’t been forced into a stomach yet. Unless she completely filled a smaller, upper stomach.
Her body moved and stretched in uncomfortable ways as the taur around her moved, holding her suspended in the wet darkness, listening—feeling—the pound of a giant heart somewhere nearby. She shivered, feeling her libido rise again. Do not think of this as weirdly hot do not think oh, dammit, what is wrong with you.
The muscles pressing against her front moved, up and down, almost as if massaging her. That was—wait. Was Serrano rubbing her stomach? Her upper stomach? Feeling her prey? Mmmf.
Another moment passed, and another, and then the enveloping darkness pulsed and squeezed, and she rocketed downward. She wasn’t meant to bend this way, and the muscles got even tighter for a moment, clenching—
—and all at once she splashed into a bigger area, bigger than her. Okay. Yes. This was the stomach, churning, already primed for its person-sized meal.
But the lack of oxygen had caught up with her; as she came to rest in the sludge, her vision swam with stars. Her last thought was, One stomach. I think? Maybe I’d better do it again to make sure.