Wasd pulled Bianchi to his plump, doughy belly—its most recent occupant having just been squeezed into his far more caustic taurgut—and gave his paunch a teasing poke.

“Looking awfully plump and tasty there, snackdonk.” He teased.

Bianchi blushed hard, his predatory instincts kicking in as he protested the foxtaur’s teasing.

“H…hey! I’m trying to finish up a meal here, you fat loaf! Stop acting like you’re all high and mighty—

Bianchi was cutoff as Wasd pressed the donk’s muzzle into his flabby gut; the flustered, whimpering protests of the donkey being drowned in his abundant blubber.

“Mmmm, that’s much better.” He cooed, keeping the donk’s muzzle pressed against him.

“Hear all that glorping and popping? My guts are hungry…hungry for some beefy, delicious donk meat.”

Bianchi’s ears folded back, his face flush again as his whimpers turned sharp and wanting, his predatory mind utterly vanquishes by the lust he felt listening to active, digesting gut before him that beckoned to him like a siren’s son.

“Mmmm, now that’s the good, submissive preyboy I remember.” Wasd said as he pulled Bianchi’s muzzle back and looked him in the eyes.

“What do you say, butterburro? About time to help thicken out your sexy foxtaur by having all that lush donkey blubber digested into mush?”

Bianchi averted his gaze, utterly flustered and overwhelmed with what was happening. This was a long time coming, and he couldn’t deny how he had been yearning to hear those words spoken aloud—the last sliver of his dominant, predatory nature carried away by the loving hunger in Wasd’s eyes.

“I…I…You…It’s…Want…I…” Bianchi stammered, his inability to form a cohesive sentence causing Wasd to grin like a Cheshire Cat.

“What’s the matter, sweetydonk? Foxtaur got your tongue? Here, let me give you some of mine.”

Wasd licked over Bianchi’s face, his thick tongue bathing the donk in a heavy layer of saliva; the profuse tongue-basting causing Bianchi to whimper and huff like a virgin on her wedding night.

Like blood in the water, the Bianchi’s delicious flavor drove Wasd’s instincts into overdrive; the massive foxtaur unable to resist unhinging his colossal jaw and plunging his donk’s blushing muzzle into his slick, fleshy gullet.

With heavy, glutting gulps, Wasd jammed Bianchi's muzzle against the back of his throat, grasping the pudgy donk's thick, child-bearing hips and hefting his bulky frame aloft before engulfing his porkish, pear-shaped meal to his shoulders.

The wet, sloppy gulps of swallow after swallow boomed in Bianchi's ears, the powerful sound of his devourment causing the blushing donk to whimper and wriggle with embarrassed lust as the foxtaur slathered and matted his fur in preparation for his slippery slide down his gullet.

With gravity and a healthy saliva soaking to aid him, Wasd took his time working the donk down his stretched and undulating gullet. The foxtaur savored his lover's fattened frame and the sensation of his thick hips filling his jaws. Each supine gulp dragged Bianchi deeper into him, a heavy moan rumbling in the foxtaur's chest as he relished the sensation of consuming such a plump, pudgy meal that utterly pullulated his throat.

Overwhelmed from the sheer sensation of finally being claimed as tender, tantalizing meat for his lover, Bianchi came on the spot, his heavy load blasting down Wasd's greedy gullet, coating the donk with his own submissive, pent-up lust and aiding his path to destruction.

Wasd gave a deep groan as the warm seed flooded his muzzle, the donk's rich taste mixing deliciously with the salty sexual mess he'd basted himself in. Wasd’s gulps started to provide resistance as Bianchi's muzzle pressed through the tight muscle that signaled the entrance to foxtaur’s first stomach...

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An AMAZING set of images, courtesy of nommz, gifted to my lovely foxtaur, wasdexdee.

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