With Bianchi's massive hips clogging his throat, Wasd gave a hard swallow and dumped the donkey muzzle-first into the digestive slurry currently occupying the bottom of his foregut before slathering over the donk's thick thighs to lubricate his final descent.

Bianchi sputtered and spat as the slurry in his foxtaur's gut began to invades his nostrils, a girlish moan of pleasure whimpering from his muzzle as the last of him was quickly deposited into the hot, humid chamber.

With a smug sense of pride, Wasd closed his jaws around Bianchi's hooves, suckling them for a few moments and savoring the last inches of the once mighty predator the world would ever see before one final swallow sealed him away, finally claiming the donk for his own desires.

Full and bloated with a wriggling donkey meal, Wasd hefted his engorged, bulging foretum, giving it a good jostle while he pounded his chest, eliciting a deafening "URRRRRAAAAAAARRRRRRRP!!!" from the satiated predator.

"Ahhhhh, you’re every bit as filling as I dreamed you would be, blubberdonk." Wasd cooed, rubbing over his squirming gut and cradling his precious donk within. "It's ok, sweety. Your foxtaur won't judge you if you want to blow a load or two in there before I get you down into my lower gut."

Bianchi curled up in the darkness of Wasd's foregut, utterly disoriented in both body and mind. The world around the gently writhing donk was all glorps, gurgles, and seeping, sticky gut mucus as the walls squeezed tighter and tighter, wrapping him like a cocoon in the undulating flesh

Bianchi whimpered and cried out--not in pain, but manic pleasure...he was inside Wasd...surrounded by his love...becoming one with him. The knowledge short circuited Bianchi's thoughts; the poor donk unable to handle his deepest and darkest fantasy finally coming true. Subsumed by the true apex predator's essence, Bianchi did the only thing his mind and body would allow...

He came...and came HARD.

Bianchi's gravid nuts pulled up tight and pumped what felt like a gallon of hot donk seed through the base of his painfully stiff cock. The heavy load of spunk flooded the tiny chamber, the donk's almost feminine moan resonating in tandem with another heavy, deafening belch from the foxtaur...

The foxtaur’s mighty belch forced his gut to clamp down firmly on the wriggling donk curled within, squeezing him like a tube of toothpaste into the slimy junction between his upper and lower guts….

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

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