Orbflix and Chill (a Covalence side story)

Author’s note: This takes place several months before the start of Covalence. If you were wondering what video Lyte was thinking about in Covalence: Chapter 3, well…

As far as Weft’s movie nights went, this Thursday’s was a quiet one. Most of the couch was empty. The braixen sat on one side, with her pikachu friend Lyte on the armrest next to her, using her tail like a back pillow. Her ribombee roommate Puck was out on a business trip; apparently his fake omail job actually required meeting in the flesh occasionally. Weft’s other friend couldn’t make it, and that left just the two of them. It’d be rude to watch something new, so they’d put on something they’d both seen and proceeded to talk over it the entire time, while Weft made a lot of progress on her knitting.

Which was a great way to spend the night, in Lyte’s opinion. They’d been splitting ciders; as a smaller-than-usual pikachu, he had a shot glass to drink from, while Weft had a wide-brimmed glass she could lap out of. A couple empty cans sat on the table next to them.

“Hey, can I ask you a stupid personal question?” Lyte said, leaning back against the braixen’s fluffy tail. He draped one short arm over it, the pale pecha-y fur so thick he could barely feel it when her tailbone twitched. Idly, he ran his paw through the tip, the fur there dyed a deep magenta. Brushing her released a whiff of her fruity fur conditioner; she even smelled like pecha berries.

“Yeah, one sec,” Weft said. She did the last few stitches of the round and put her project down, then fiddled with her connection orb, tapping out a message to someone. Over on the couchside table, Lyte’s orb buzzed. “Hit me.”

The pikachu had nearly lost his nerve, but the warm buzz of cider buoyed his courage to open his mouth and insert his footpaw. “Why do you still have a dick?”

The braixen snorted with laughter. If she’d been drinking anything, it would have been all over the floor. She nearly spilled her drink anyway, but managed to set it on the table without incident. “That has to be one of the worst ways to ask that question,” she said, rubbing her forehead with a paw.

Oops. “Sorry, uh, I mean—”

“Why do you still have yours?” Weft asked, talking over him and stopping him from digging his hole any deeper.

“Huh?”

“Why do you still have your junk?” she repeated, gesturing to the pikachu’s own fuzzy sheath.

“Uh—well, I,” Lyte stammered, shuffling his footpaws to cover himself a little more. Entirely pointless, since Weft was looking over them from above. “I’m not… trans…?”

“Why not?” An amused smile creased the braixen’s muzzle.

Lyte paused. He hadn’t never thought about this, but he didn’t think about it often. He shrugged. “I dunno. I guess… I like it?”

“Being a guy, or having a dick?” Weft prompted.

Hm. “Both, I suppose?”

“Bingo. Simple as that. I like having a dick, but not being a guy.”

“Oh.” Lyte processed this. “I guess that makes sense?” Thoughts worked their way through the warm fuzz of alcohol blanketing his mind. “I hadn’t really realized that was an option.”

“There’s no rules, my dude,” Weft said. She reached over to rest her paw on his head and rub between his ears. It fit nicely between them, letting her stroke at the slight fluff of the pikachu’s headfur.

“Huh.” Lyte vaguely felt there were rules, but maybe they were fake. Were fake rules still rules? The slow percolation of his thoughts was cast aside by Weft’s attention; he closed his eyes under his gentle paw-strokes and made a soft “chu” noise.

After she took her paw away and picked her knitting back up, the pikachu glanced down at the longer fur that covered the braixen’s lap like a skirt. It was actually doing an admirable job covering up her package, at least from his angle, with her partly-knit sweater helping. Which reminded him of something else. He followed her afterdark Swablusky account, and she was not shy about posting nudes there (nor about sending them to him directly). And Weft was absolutely packing. Lyte recalled she’d been pretty well endowed as a fennekin too, but not that much. “I have another question,” he said. “Why’s it so big now?”

“You mean, why’m I hung like a blitzle?” Weft held her knitting up and brushed her creamy orange skirt fur aside to reveal her black-furred sheath and sack. Her nuts filled all the space between her legs, squished against her thighs even with her legs slightly spread. They rivaled the small pikachu in size. “That is actually a funny story,” Weft said. “Let’s see. How much do you know about ERT?”

“That’s, uh, evolution… Evolution Reactivation Therapy, right?” He saw Weft nod and continued. “You get all glowy and can change stuff?”

“Yeah, that’s basically right. But it doesn’t have to be reactivated to work. You can do it when you evolve the regular way, too, if you’re ready.” Weft finished some stitches, set her knitting aside, brushed some stray skirt fur out of the way and casually scratched her nuts. “So that was my plan. I was going to swap out my bits when I evolved into a braixen. Now, the one thing every single guide, fact sheet and counselor’ll tell you about ERT is don’t change your mind, or all kinds of weird shit could happen.”

“And you… changed your mind?” Lyte was just staring at her package now. Whiffs of her scent were already reaching his nose, warm, musky, and sweet.

“Yep! You know how sometimes you can’t make up your mind about something, so you flip a coin? And then seeing the outcome makes you realize you actually had a preference for the other thing?”

Lyte nodded. “Yeah, yeah. It’s like you… like you trick yourself into living in the world where it’s already happened, facing how it feels.”

“Well I should’ve done that first, ‘cause that’s what happened. I realized I actually liked my dick and wanted to keep it.” She shrugged. “What happened to me is called a ‘rebound’: the changes reversed and then some. Honestly pretty lucky, considering most other outcomes require more ERT to fix.”

“Sounds like it.”

“Yeah, it could’ve been way worse! And instead I can do this. Check this out.” She reached past Lyte and grabbed an empty cider can off the table, then wiggled it against her sheath. After a few seconds of effort it slid right in, a few inches of can nestling snugly into the vixen’s furry black pouch. “Boom. Built-in cupholder.”

The pikachu laughed at the sight. “Handy if you want your drink warm,” he said, feeling a heat come to his cheeks that wasn’t just from cider.

“Some drinks are good warm! Like cider!”

“Not this cider.”

Weft shrugged. “It’s winter. We could be having mulled, spiked cider instead of this crap.”

“Would you warm mine up for me?” Lyte asked.

“I’d keep mine warm. Maybe I’d let you share if you asked nicely~” The braixen’s playful tone reached all the way to her tail, which wiggled.

Lyte had been leaning further and further over to get a better view, Weft’s tail wiggle tipped him off, dumping him headfirst between couch and fluffy braixen hip with an immediately muffled squeak. A soft landing, though it wedged him in pretty well, surrounded by fox fur and couch upholstery (also covered in fox fur, long since shed).

“Shit,” Weft swore. “You all right?” She held still so as not to squish Lyte more while he extricated himself, squirming out from between her hip and the armrest. The pikachu emerged with a blush bright enough it was visible even with his red cheek spots.

“Y-Yeah. I’m fine,” Lyte said, laughing weakly.

“Good.” She chuckled at his expression and rumpled fur. “You’re cute when you’re drunk.” Weft put her paw between his ears again and gently scritched him some more.

Lyte pushed his head into her blunt clawtips to show he liked it. Standing on her thigh, he eyed the braixen’s stretched sheath, only a few inches away. “So are you, Ms. Cupholder.” His nose twitched; every breath he took was laced with Weft’s scent, warm and musky. Up close, there was no escaping it, not that he wanted to. He couldn’t get enough of it.

The vixen chuckled more, shifting her paw over to idly wiggle the empty can resting in her sheath. Its bulge shifted under her black fur. “I’d do this sober. I do way more than this when I’m sober,” she said. “As you know.” She eyed the pikachu standing on her leg, transfixed, and decided to give him a little nudge. “Wanna snuggle my nuts? I’ll pet you.”

He flinched. “Uh—yeah, I—can I?”

“Yeah, dude, I literally just invited you,” Weft said. “C’mon, you’ve done this before.”

“It’s, it’s been a bit.” The little pikachu held his forepaws up, still hesitating. “So I can just climb onto them, right? I won’t hurt you?”

“As long as you don’t body slam me, we should be good.”

Lyte nodded and dropped to all fours. He’d thought the air was musky before, but putting his nose down where Weft’s sheath met her sack was something else. The warm, sweet scent filled his lungs, and he felt his own sheath throb, coaxed to life. He reached forward, putting a paw onto the nearest furry orb. It squished a little under his weight, but felt pretty firm. He took another step, then another, feeling her balls shift underneath him, inside her sack. Fuck, her nuts are as big as I am. Lyte twisted to the side, lying across them both like a squishy bed. He curled around the braixen’s sheath, feeling the firmness inside. The can? It twitched back against him with a gentle throb. Definitely not the can.

Weft draped both paws over him, helping to keep him from falling off. The little pikachu was about the same size as her nuts put together, so it was a somewhat precarious perch. She stroked and kneaded at his back, keeping him smushed up against her sheath. His own narrow, tapered length was poking against her black fur now, leaving a little damp spot while Lyte huffed and panted, burying his nose in her fur to get more of her scent. He rested there, nuzzling into her fur and soaking up her warmth. Soaking up her scents, too, which were probably clinging to his fur, but he didn’t care about that at the moment. It was so comfortable—

The can bonked off him and fell to the floor with a hollow clang and clatter. Lyte started, then leaned back to look up, seeing the braixen’s scooped, pointed red tip had dislodged the can and emerged in its place. “That’s, uh, the other downside of your cupholder,” he said.

“I’ll be sure not to let any pikachu cuddle my junk next time,” Weft said, grinning. She raised her eyebrows at him, as though to say “well…?”

Lyte looked back and forth between her face and her peeking tip. He hesitated, then slowly stood up, holding onto Weft’s sheath for balance. (Her paws helped him too, supporting him whenever his weight shifted too far back.) His hindpaws were on her nuts, one each, his face above her cock… for the moment. The pikachu hugged it, feeling her throb in his arms. He pressed his face against her tip, nuzzling and licking at it, cleaning up the sweet beads of precum that formed there. When there wasn’t pre to drink, Lyte leaned around her shaft to get his tongue into the scoop shape, lapping up the gathered musky flavors there.

She quickly grew out of reach, her cock beating the cider can in length and approaching it in girth. The pikachu settled for nuzzling her shaft, squishing the prominent cum tube with his nose. He felt each batch of pre swell her as it bubbled up from her depths, and did his best to lick it up as it trickled down the underside of her cock. It was sweet and faintly salty, with a delectable lightness to the flavor that made him feel he could keep drinking it forever.

“Mmf, dude… It’s been a bit, but you still know how to love my cock,” Weft panted. “Guess it’s like riding a bike.” She idly stroked herself, running a paw up and down her shaft, getting it slick with her precum. “Hey, you loved that vid I posted with the rattata toy, right?”

Lyte could imagine the video with perfect clarity, envisioning that silicone rattata slip into Weft’s shaft, bulging the underside, faint shapes visible under the vixen’s veined pink-red cockflesh. He shuddered, gripping tighter at her length, and squeaked. His cock throbbed against her sheathed knot, hard enough he knew she felt it. So big… claiming it…

Weft grinned. “Wanna reenact it?”

The little pikachu looked up at her with wide eyes, arms wrapped around her shaft, her tip dripping precum between his ears. Even if he were standing higher, level with her base, it’d still be taller than him. “Can we?” Lyte said. “I mean, of course we can, uh, I mean… yes.”

The braixen chuckled and reached to ruffle his ears with her slick paw, smearing her pre all over his head. “Nice.”

He screwed up his eyes and tried to push her paw away. “Ack! Weft,” he protested.

“You’re gonna be a lot slicker than that soon,” she said, with a laugh.

Lyte’s ears twitched. “W-Well yeah, but…” Thinking about it made his cheeks even hotter than before. His length throbbed against hers. Soaked…

“Hold on,” Weft said. “I should get the sex blanket before we make a mess. And turn this off.” With her clean paw, she snagged the remote, hit the power, and tossed it aside. They wouldn’t be needing that anymore. (They wouldn’t be finding it, either, since it fell between the cushions, but that was a problem for Future Weft.)

“Oh yeah.” Lyte opened his eyes to look at the red pillar of vixen meat he was hugging. “Uh. Should I… get off you?”

A paw to his back held him in place and firmly answered his question before Weft even spoke. “Nah, check this out! I’ve been practicing!” The braixen held up her other paw and concentrated, brows furrowing.

The pikachu tried to look over his shoulder to see what she was doing. Weft kept the blankets (and other paraphernalia) in a storage basket on a shelf against the wall. The basket wiggled, then wiggled again. It lurched out, immediately dragged its front edge on the floor, and tipped over. A neatly folded blue blanket fell out, with a couple colorful dildos spilling out atop it.

”…Nice,” Lyte said.

“Shut up,” Weft said. She motioned with her paw and grunted, yoinking the blanket out from under the toys. It floated towards her at a steady pace. “I’ll clean that up later. I’d say I did pretty good, since I’m not even psychic-type yet!”

“And you’re drunk,” Lyte supplied.

“Yeah, completely smashed,” the braixen agreed, reaching out to snatch the blanket from the air as it started to drift in the wrong direction. “That’s the problem.” She started to unfold the blanket, then paused. “Wait, fuck. I still need to get up to put it down.”

The pikachu snorted with laughter. “I was waiting to see when you’d notice,” he said. “I’ll—eep!” Weft stood up under him, her nuts dropping away under his hindpaws. Lyte clutched at her dick, hugging it tight as it bobbed in the air. He was small enough that holding himself up with his arms was easy; he could lift several times his own body mass. “Hey!”

The braixen shook the blanket and tossed it over the couch, with a bunch of it covering the floor in front. She looked down at Lyte, hanging onto her cock, and smirked. “See? You’re fine.”

“A little warning would have been nice,” he grumbled. Her cock was handling his weight with ease, which only made him blush more.

Weft turned and sat back down, sprawling back against the backrest. She draped a paw over Lyte’s back. “So, how d’you wanna do it? Headfirst? Feetfirst?”

The pikachu pondered. “I, uh… I want to see it happening, I think, so… feet first?”

“Feet first it is! Oh, that reminds me!” The braixen pawed at a lump under the blanket, slowly pushing it to one side and extricating her connection orb. “Can I take some pics? Maybe record a video?” She saw his hesitation. “I won’t post them online if you don’t want.”

Lyte nearly short circuited. Be in one of Weft’s videos? The thought was as enticing as it was intimidating. He’d watched the rattata one so much, having one that was actually him… “Yes. Yes please,” he said. “But, uh, don’t post anything where I’m visible, without asking…?”

“You mean, visible without a layer of braixen in the way?” she teased. Lyte’s squeak made her toothy grin widen. “Got it.”

She tried to pull him off, but Lyte refused, cuddling even closer to the throbbing spire of a cock that was going to claim him soon. Weft rolled her eyes. “Suit yourself.” It only took her a minute to set up her tripod, during which Lyte clung to her, feeling her precum trickle onto his head and steadily dampen his fur. Then they were back on the couch, Weft sprawled back, shaft sticking proudly into the air for her conn orb to see.

Lyte shuddered in anticipation. We’re really doing this… He didn’t resist this time as Weft slipped her paws under his arms and lifted. She held him up over her cock, but didn’t stop there; the braixen lifted him all the way up to her face, nuzzling at his own little snout with her much bigger, much pointier one. He nosed back at her, touching her septum ring, wiggling the warm pink metal piercing.

“Rwrr,” she play-growled, showing off all her pointy teeth.

The pikachu shivered, transfixed, his tapered shaft throbbing with enough force that his spurt of precum hit her muzzle.

Weft chuckled. “Still like that, hmm?” She dipped her head just a little and wrapped his length in her tongue, pulling it into her mouth. Her nose poked his belly, smearing against where he’d been leaking pre into his own fur. His shaft only reached a couple inches into her mouth, but it was still plenty for her to tease at with her tongue.

Lyte gripped at her muzzle, hugging her upper jaw. His paws brushed against her stiff whiskers, face pressed into the short, creamy fur between her eyes. She was doing things with her tongue that he didn’t even know were possible, coaxing out squeaks and gasps like she was playing an instrument. “W-Weft,” he panted, shuddering. Her ears filled most of his vision, each as big as he was, maybe bigger; they twitched at his noises, swiveling to hear him better. He had trouble focusing, his eyes drifting from the row of three pink studs on her right ear, over to the ring and industrial of her left.

She stopped disappointingly soon, though if she’d kept going he probably would have came so hard he passed out. A strand of clear fluid stretched between his slick belly fur and her nose ring before it broke. “Gonna be smelling pika-pre for the rest of the night,” Weft said, grinning. “You ready?”

The pikachu weakly nodded. “That felt really good,” he said.

“‘Course it did, I’m a pro.” She said it without a hint of smugness or irony; just pride. “This’ll be even more fun, though. If I don’t feel you pawing off I’ll be disappointed.” She hummed, composing herself. “Hold your footpaws together for me, yeah?”

He did. Weft lowered him down, her warm and slick tip poking at his toes. She wiggled him against it, easing one of his paws into her stretchy cumslit, then the other one. Slick tight wetness engulfed them both. Lyte wiggled them, feeling the braixen’s smooth inner flesh stretch and squish against his toes. She lowered him further, the warmth and wetness rising to kiss at his rump. Her throbs squeezed his footpaws, gently pushing them together. He wanted to reach down and paw off right now, but Weft was still holding him up, her paws keeping his arms outstretched. The pikachu settled for a breathy moan. “You’re so hot,” he said.

“I know.”

“No, I mean like, warmth, temperature…”

Weft giggled. “Oh yeah, that too. No need to worry about the winter where you’re going. I’ve got a private hot tub just for you.”

She wiggled him against her tip, getting his fur nice and slick while stretching herself at the same time. She slowly added more and more force until a lewd shlrk echoed through her apartment, her cock bulging around the pikachu’s rump. Lyte shivered, his tail held flat against his back, his sack smothered inside Weft’s warmth.

From here the braixen seemed to have no trouble at all. She casually slid him a couple inches deeper, her splotchy pink-red shaft sliding up over Lyte’s lower body. It flattened his tapered cock against his belly, her slick urethral walls gliding over his length and teasing him. The pikachu shuddered and tried to hump into the smooth, tight flesh, but he had no leverage. All he could do was lightly wiggle back and forth, just enough to tease and tantalize himself even more. It was torture; he couldn’t even reach for himself, because her paws were still in the way, holding his arms up. Lyte made a plaintive whine. “W-Weft, please,” he pleaded, looking up at her. “I thought you wanted me to paw off.”

She’d been grinning this whole time. “I do! I just wanted to see if you’d figure something out.” She shifted her paws to support his back instead, finally freeing his arms.

Lyte immediately shoved both his paws into the cumslit wrapped around his belly, grabbing at his own needy length. He shuddered and moaned, to unfocused to even manage a proper stroking. Instead he just rubbed his paws against himself, ears twitching from the slick squelches he was causing. Up and down, cock squished between belly and paws, paws squeezed between cock and much bigger, all encompassing cock… She was right; her tongue had felt good, but this was the hottest thing he’d ever done.

While he was furiously jerking it, Weft kept sliding him in. He was distantly aware of it, the snug heat creeping up his body, engulfing his chest half-inch by half-inch, but his focus was elsewhere. Feeling the braixen’s heartbeat pulsing around him, he was reveling in it, stroking, panting, huffing, her scents filling his noise with every breath. They’d only get stronger within, but he couldn’t imagine how that was even possible. Lyte knew he should hold back, save his climax for when he was all the way inside, but he simply couldn’t. Not for lack of trying, but the constant shifting of flesh as he sank made edging impossible. One stray move pushed him past the point of no return, and then he was furiously pawing himself to make his peak as high as possible.

Lyte shuddered and moaned, his cheek spots weakly sparking. With his cock held against himself, he came all over his own belly fur, his cum making a quiet crackling like a bunch of static shocks as it splattered between him and the braixen’s hugging walls.

Weft squeaked, cock twitching strongly at the light zappy sensation. It bobbed in the air, weighed down by the pikachu mostly inside. “Ooh! Tingly,” she said. “That good, hmm?”

The pikachu barely managed to grunt an “uh-huh”, still reeling in his afterglow. He didn’t notice sliding deeper until nearly his whole body was wrapped in the vixen’s cock, throbbing around him and squeezing him. Only his head was sticking out of her now, her pointed tip collaring his neck.

Weft pet at him, running her claws through his head fur and behind his ears. “Almost all mine,” she breathed, then let her tongue hang from her mouth, draped limply over her bottom teeth. She ran her other paw over her bulging length, stroking at the vague shapes Lyte made under her skin. Then she pushed on it, aiming it at the connection orb on her tripod. “Smile for the camera~”

“Whuh?” Lyte looked up, then found the squeeze of Weft’s tip made it difficult to do anything but look up. He stared at the orb upside down. Smile? His brain was so awash in pleasure he had forgotten how, instead making some expression of blissful incomprehension.

Not that his expression was even the point. Not at all. Weft flexed, a powerful throb surging through her shaft. It squeezed the pikachu inside and rippled around him, muffling his squeak by covering his mouth with cockflesh. Pink walls rose around him to frame his vision, glistening in the light. His own ears stuck out above him, folded forwards against his head. Then another throb squeezed him, the walls sliding higher, closing together, sealing him in darkness.

Weft panted, the pikachu’s whole body contained within her cock. Only his black and yellow eartips still poked from her cumslit, drooling precum with each twitch and throb of her bulging red shaft. She showed off her length for her camera, lightly running a paw over the shapes Lyte made in her urethra. “You fit so well,” she said, stroking at his back. Should’ve faced him the other way, she lamented. All his fun bits are out of reach…

Her cock throbbed, making a wet squishing sound as the pikachu slid half an inch deeper. The yellow of his ears was completely gone, just the black tips left, and his footpaws were bulging her flesh just above her knot. Weft huffed and held her paw down there, pressing in firmly and stroking upward to push Lyte back up. She could feel his slick fur rub against every inch of her sensitive inner walls, sending shivers up her spine. Her shaft twitched under her paw, eager to tug the pikachu down, but she didn’t let it. Not yet.

Inside her, Lyte was in bliss. Feeling himself pushed back up, then flexed back down, only to be pushed back up again… the sensations were overwhelming. There were a lot of things he didn’t like about being small, but this made up for them a thousand times over. There was no way Weft could fit a normal-sized pikachu entirely within her dick and grind them up and down like a toy; that was something she could only do with him. And he loved it, he realized, his twinges of shame and embarrassment washed away by the each batch of precum welling from Weft’s depths. It drenched him, it filled his mouth whenever her shaft throbbed to squeeze it up past him, the sweet and musky flavor clinging to his tongue. He swallowed every mouthful he got; its warmth spread from his belly to the rest of him, fanning the flames of his arousal despite his recent peak.

Fully enveloped by Weft’s shaft, he could hear very little. Her heartbeat and the slick squishes of every movement; his breath, panting between surges of pre; her voice, too, muffled but intelligible. “Fffuck, you’re a good ‘chu,” she was saying. “A much better toy than that rattata.”

Her words slowly worked through his head, brain drenched in arousal like a sponge. A better toy than the rattata? “Of course I am!” Lyte said. “I’m, a great toy—” He had to stop talking as the cock throbbed around him, walls hugging him tight and submerging him in precum. He was forced to drink deep of it, but that was what he wanted anyway. Panting afterward, Lyte was even more resolved than before. He could do a lot better than a lifeless silicone sculpture, and he’d show it. The pikachu squirmed, shifting himself against Weft’s tight, slick urethral walls. Sensitive, too, judging by the muffled gasp and groans he heard.

The braixen shuddered, watching the subtle shifts under her stretched pink-red cockflesh. She’d thought she’d just been using him for her pleasure after he peaked, but clearly he wasn’t done yet. Her tongue lolled, each of Lyte’s movements sending jolts of pleasure up her spine. “An amazing toy,” she panted out. Her whole body twitched, shaft lurching. Too good, she realized. If he kept this up, she’d cum before she got him properly tucked away. “Hff, wait,” she said. “Slow down a bit?”

The pikachu did not slow down.

That made it simple. She just had to get him down before he got her off. Weft grit her teeth, lips pulling back. She pulled her paw away from her knot, opening the way down, and flexed. Her cock twitched in front of her, rippling around Lyte and tugging him down an inch. Another clench stifled his muffled squeak, his footpaws sinking past her knot and into her folded-back black sheath. One problem was that this also felt good, incredible even, the braixen shuddering as she felt her friend-toy spreading the entrance to her sack. Another throb, and a paw-wiggle made her nuts shift, sending a little wobble through the hefty orbs.

Weft put her paw on the bulge Lyte’s head made and pushed, sinking him a few inches deeper all at once. Her balls wobbled much more this time, his footpaws bulging and tenting the musky black fur. She sucked in her breath and groaned, free paw clutching at the blanket while she weathered the wave of pleasure. Now his head was just above her knot, making it look like she had a second one. Her real knot was partly swollen, making the way down even tighter, but not so tight she couldn’t work him past it.

Lyte’s descent sped up as he slipped deeper, the braixen’s clenches working him down and down. His bulges sank through her knot, past her base, and out of sight below her sheath, more of him sliding into her awaiting sack. Weft groaned, paws twitching, wanting to stroke herself but holding back; if she touched her needy cock she would explode on the spot. Instead she just flexed paws-free, feeling the fullness and tightness of the pikachu shift ever lower. He moved steadily until he didn’t, the rest of him sliding in all at once, a muffled splat and slosh coming from her swollen nuts. They wobbled, then wriggled, lumps pressing out from underneath her musky fur as Lyte squirmed around inside.

Lyte had had to hold his breath for the final stretch, squeezed through tight tunnels deep in the fox’s body. His footpaws pressed into open space first, finding stretchy, slimy flesh when he wiggled them. More of him slid in, his paws pressed against that stretchy wall. Then he’d tipped over some line and slid in nonstop, dunked into the awaiting pool of vixen seed. The pikachu squirmed, struggling for any purchase on the walls. They were smooth and slippery, a thick coating of braixen cum making it hard to get any grip. He managed to twist onto his back and get his head above the surface, taking a deep breath of hot, humid air. The scent of Weft’s seed was so thick it left him reeling like a punch to the jaw, his cock throbbing with undeniable need.

Weft panted for breath. Her balls had settled down, a steady sloshing and shlicking coming from within as the pikachu pawed himself with abandon. This was her favorite part, whether with toys or friends: feeling them entirely contained within herself. The braixen shifted one leg to give her recording conn orb a better view, showing off her swollen and subtly distended orbs. They hadn’t expanded as much as one might expect; she wasn’t pent up, so there had been plenty of room Lyte was now occupying. He took up most of the space inside, her cum masking his shapes. Weft groped her sack to show him off properly, digging her white-furred paw into her black-furred balls and pulling the flesh to one side. The distensions under her fur went from subtle to very clear, her sack stretched over him like a tent, showing the edge of a head here, a footpaw there, the zags of his tail.

She let go, her balls sloshing and wobbling as they returned to normal, Lyte’s shapes mostly hidden again. Pressing her paw back in more centrally, Weft fondled at Lyte himself, rubbing the pikachu through her slimy sack walls. The muffled whines and squeaks of pleasure were music to her ears. Listening to him, Weft brought her other paw to her shaft, finally stroking herself. Slowly, since she couldn’t handle anything more. She let her tongue hang out, leaving Lyte to it and running both paws over her knotted length, bringing herself right to the edge and keeping herself there.

The braixen clenched her nuts, tightening them around her guest. They drew closer to her body with a muffled slursh, revealing their contents: the paired bulges of ears and hindpaws, the telltale tail shape. Definitely a pikachu sealed away within. Then she relaxed, letting her sack sprawl out between her thighs, the bulges sinking back in. There was a lot more pikachu than cum in her nuts, but her spunk filled in all the spots he didn’t, covering him in a thick bath. When she was fully relaxed like this, he almost vanished, her orbs swollen and nearly smooth.

I bet Lyte will be super normal about seeing that on video, Weft thought. The thought of his reaction to seeing himself so casually concealed felt just as good as his squirming. The braixen stroked herself faster, paws shlicking on her twitching red rocket. She loved it too, the idea that she could shove Lyte into her nuts and he wasn’t even visible, hidden by her own seed—

Weft shuddered, grabbing her knot with one paw and squeezing it, feeling the bulbs fully swell under her kneading. She panted and made a harsh squeaky squeal as she came. An “elegant fox noise,” as she preferred to call it. Her nuts clamped down around the pikachu within, the underside of her cock swelling as the first spurt arced high in the air, splattering across the blanket in front of her. And across several feet of floor beyond. Even if Weft had noticed—were capable of noticing—she wouldn’t have cared; it wasn’t the first time the living room floor had been graced with braixen spunk, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. She just kept pawing herself, her balls clenching, squeezing at Lyte, hugging him tight to force out her cum from around him.

For Lyte, everything had gone wild from the very first clench. He had been comfortably pawing himself—settled in like a bath with just his head, hindpaws, and half his shaft above the surface—and then he was squeezed into a ball and dunked in cum. Repeatedly. He tried to push against the clenching walls, but against their slipperiness and strength, he was powerless. For reasons he would have to unpack later, or never, this pushed him to his second peak, and the pikachu quivered amidst the tumultuous sea of seed, adding his own insignificant contribution to it.

Her balls drained quickly, the walls clamping tighter on him with less and less cum to squeeze out. They hugged him tight, trying to force him up and out. The braixen had expected this; that was why she’d gripped her knot to fake a tie, fully inflating it and sealing Lyte into her nuts. What she hadn’t expected was for her slimy walls to squish his cheeks in the process, coaxing out a couple sparks. They jolted her muscles, making them clamp down hard, evicting him with incredible force. His head slammed right into the bottom of her knot, the impact making Weft see stars and eliciting a gasp of pleasure anyone who wasn’t a fox would have called a scream of bloody murder.

By the time Weft could see again, she was spent. Lyte’s weight was back in her sack; her fat knot had proved more powerful in the end, keeping him inside. Dazed and feeling warm all over, she reached down to fondle her nuts, the shapes of the pikachu within much more obvious without all her cum to obscure his form. “Mm,” she hummed. “Wasn’t that nice?”

Lyte was a little less dazed, but not by much. He sprawled around against the stretchy walls, resting his head on the curving flesh behind him. “Yeah… uh, was I supposed to come out?”

“Nah,” came Weft’s muffled reply. “You have tomorrow morning off, don’t you? You can spend the night. Unless you don’t want to, of course.”

The pikachu blushed. “N-No, I’d love to,” he mumbled, twisting to nuzzle at the cum-slicked wall behind him.

“What was that? Sorry, it’s a little hard to hear you inside my nuts,” Weft said, with barely concealed chuckling. “Even with my ears.”

“That’s because they’re full of fluff,” Lyte grumped, raising his voice. “I said that sounds great.”

“Hmm… I think that’s not the phrasing you used the first time,” Weft teased. Her tone fell. “Aw, frick. I missed the blanket again.” She groaned, not in pleasure but in annoyance. “I should clean that up before it dries…”

The world rotated around Lyte as the braixen stood up, tipping him onto his side. He squirmed onto his back again as everything rocked back and forth, the walls supporting him like a fleshy hammock.

Weft squeaked, glancing down at her sagging nuts swaying between her legs. They hung down past her skirtlike fur. “Oop. A bit too relaxed… let’s get you tucked away a bit more snugly.” She reached down to massage at herself, kneading at Lyte within. The walls tightened around him, lifting him closer to her body, making him curl up just a little more.

Lyte felt her stroking around underneath him, rocking him side to side inside the cradle of flesh. The outside sounds got a bit more muffled as his temporary home nestled deeper into the braixen’s fur. “What are you doing?” he asked, raising his voice to be sure she heard him.

“I’ll take a pic for you!” Weft said cheerily.

Lyte just relaxed. He couldn’t see anything, and the muffled sounds from outside meant almost nothing. His most reliable sense was feel; after some time standing still, he felt her moving, walking around. Lowering him. Crouching, he guessed. Cleaning up her mess?

He had long settled into the embrace of her walls when he heard a slick sound from above. A moment later, his conn orb dropped on top of him, hitting him right in the gut and bouncing off to one side. Lyte grunted. “Oogh…”

“Sorry! I didn’t expect it to go down so fast,” Weft said. “It didn’t hit you in the junk, did it?”

“No,” Lyte said. “Just my belly… still hurt.”

“My bad. Here, check your texts. They’ll make you feel better.”

Lyte rolled his eyes. He fumbled around for his orb, holding it above his chest. Its soft white glow illuminated the space, revealing pink fleshy walls marbled and streaked with nearly-white seed. It also revealed him, completely soaked in the vixen’s essence, the yellow of his fur barely visible. The pikachu spent a while admiring the scenery before actually checking his texts in the sole clean patch on his orb.

The most recent secret chat was a low angle picture looking up between Weft’s legs, showing the black fur underneath her long, creamy-orange skirt. Her sack was in the center of the shot, swollen and filling the space between her thighs, hanging lower and more visibly than usual. (Being eye level with her ankles, Lyte had seen this view a lot.) The lighting in the photo wasn’t great, but he could still see some shapes interrupting the smooth curves her orbs were supposed to have. That’s me in there…

His paw slipped and he dropped it. Sure, she'd "emptied" herself, but every surface inside her was still coated in her seed, and so was he, and now so was his orb. He'd smell like her for days; he wasn't sure he minded.

Lyte picked his orb back up and tried to wipe the cum off, but of course everything he could wipe it on was also covered in cum. Oh, wait. He leaned in and licked it, slurping off enough of the thick, salty fluid that he could read it again.

A silly smile spread across Lyte's face. In retrospect, that felt like a silly question to ask, especially considering he was still lounging inside Weft's nuts. "Good," Weft said, out loud. "I thought so. Had me worried for a sec."

Oh right. We can just talk. Lyte chuckled awkwardly. “Yeah… this was, uh, is, really hot.”

“Nice.” He heard a grumble. “How does the friggin’ remote always vanish right when you need it?”

“Lemme check,” Lyte said. He playfully wiggled against the walls. “Nope, not in here, sorry.”

“Ha ha. You joke, but that did happen once, when Puck managed to sneak it in.”

Lyte laughed. “What do you mean ‘sneak’? How did you not notice?”

“He was putting a bunch of other actual toys in, it wasn’t like just the remote,” Weft said, getting adorably defensive. “Whatever. I wanted to finish the movie, but I guess I’ll just finish texting you and go shower.”

Lyte felt weightless for a moment as the braixen flopped back onto the couch, chu-stuffed nuts bouncing off the cushions. He grunted from the impact.

Lyte saved it and opened the video. Weft was standing in front of the couch, her shaft soft and mostly retreated. Only a few inches stuck out of her sheath, though it was visibly firming as he watched, pulsing steadily. The braixen held up his conn orb, showing it off to the camera, then lowered it to her crotch. She rolled it around her length to get it slick, even popping it into her sheath and back out a couple times. *Dork,* Lyte thought. *I thought it smelled extra musky...*

Then she lifted it to her tip. Weft used both paws to keep the orb steady as she worked it in, her pointed tip spreading easily for it once she got the proper angle. She casually pushed it with one paw, sinking the entire orb into her shaft. It kept going, not stopping, sliding right down and into her sheath. She looked surprised, and even more surprised from the muffled grunt from under her fluffy skirt.

Lyte rolled his eyes. Before he could open the aptly-named video, he was tipped over again, swayed back and forth as his host got up. He stayed on his side, too lazy to adjust himself in the hammock of her nuts. *What, am I gonna watch this right now? Seems silly,* Lyte thought, before realizing he was already hard again. *Maybe the smell of her cum is getting to me... or maybe everything else is, too.* The warmth, the slickness, the way the walls stretched with his movements, then sprang back to cradle him... it was a lot. He pushed out, feeling the solidity of Weft's leg on the other side. It wasn't silly, he decided, to watch a video of him getting stuffed down her cock while he was still inside her. It was the perfect time.

Especially after he heard the shower turn on outside. The sounds worked his arousal like a bellows, reaching into his head and firing him up. The constant muffled spray, and the occasional very unmuffled drumming of water against the walls around him, it felt so good to listen to. He was so effortlessly hers; he was just along for the ride…

Lyte was pretty sure he could have gotten off to that thought alone. But he didn’t have to. By the time Weft turned the shower off, Lyte had watched and rewatched the video not once, not twice, but four times, and pawed off half as many. He slumped in her sack, now covered not just in her seed but his own, too. The walls sagged more than before, extra relaxed and stretchy from the warm water. Snuggling up to them, he fiddled with his orb while he swayed, too spent and tired to bother trying to figure out what she was doing now. He swiped away from his secret chats back to his regular messages. Huh. There was a text from Weft, over an hour ago.

*...Fuck.* Lyte couldn't help but chuckle. *I guess I deserve that.* He set his orb down and curled up, yawning. Pawing off so much had made him sleepy, and the extra warmth from the shower was making it hard not to fall asleep on the spot. *Lunch... well, we can do that tomorrow.* Something occurred to him. *Hey, wait. I have off tomorrow morning, but Weft doesn't...*

But he was already snoring.