Random Rylide Teaser (Anal Vore) (Patreon)

You ask Rylide about her rump. She hides her bashful grin at first, but she’s as excited as you are to shove her butt in your face. Her soft haunches swish around, bubbly soft cheeks jiggling for a little bit after bouncing in front of you. Her tail tickles at your face before raising up, showing off all her supple curves leading into that one all-important spot snug between her cheeks.

Her pucker flexes idly, almost as big as your head, and deep enough for you to plunge a fist in, and lose yourself to the wrist before you feel the open space beyond. You know, because that’s exactly what you do, prying apart her tailhole with both hands to peer into her slick, musky depths. Her flesh sinks around your intruding fingers, engulfing them in heat, tightness, and softness, so plush you could mistake it for a pillow. If you did, you’re sure it’d hardly take any effort on the taur’s part to make you disappear inside.

But it looks softer still, inside, amidst the slick, soft pink walls of her bowels. They ripple, squeezing tighter than you thought they could go, before relaxing even more than that, spreading her tailring open too. You can see right into the taur’s rectum, at the slowly rolling walls, all the way until that first corner tucked away, twisting off into the depths of her colon. To see any deeper, you’d have to shove yourself all that way inside…

You’ve no doubt that you could do exactly that.

Pushing your head and shoulders past her thick rim, the change in your surroundings is immediate. Waves of heat and pressure surround you, reminding you of just how large the taur is. Large enough that you can dive right into her ass, like getting into a heated, musky sleeping bag. The air is thick and musky, but intoxicatingly pleasant, her natural sweet aroma permeating even down here. The walls around you shift, coated in a thin layer of musk and slime, bridging between folds of flesh, and clinging to your arms to connect you to her. The further you push in, the more she relaxes around you, opening up the space all the way up to that corner up ahead, twisting off into the darkness. Any further in, and you’ll be snug inside the taur’s rectum.

As much as you make the taur moan, she lets you slip inside at your own pace. But every now and then, your squirms draw out an involuntary clench, or a sudden rumble of her guts slips your grip out from beneath you, and you end up propelled deep along the taur’s bowels, held aloft in the bunny’s rectum up to your hips.

Your world shifts a moment later, your feet find solid ground again, like you’re simply standing there, without the rabbit’s musky bowels all around you. Her weight slowly drops down, engulfing you bit by bit by her large rump. You can feel her pucker closing shut around your legs, holding you in place when she raises her hindquarters up again. Her tail swishes over your feet. Another clench, and her soft fur is replaced with the same tight hold caressing the rest of your body. One more, and they rest on the inside of her tailhole, gently braced against the exit.