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For Silver Fang, completed last November.

The spry lad gave Silver Fang a good chase. Having snagged one of Wolfy's leg with a pounce, the mighty beast quickly got his mouth about his prey. In their mutual excitement, Silver found himself having to brace himself against the apartment's fire escape to renew his grip with a steeper angle. The smaller male uses what little grip he has to boost himself deeper into that enticing mouth, unable to hide his desire for it. Embraced by velvety jowls, the pebbly texture of a broad tongue, and the ridged pallet at his back, inspired the soon to be bolus to linger for as long as he could before being swallowed. Thrilling undulations during his decent would distract him plenty to prevent missing it too badly, and the belly aught to tucker him out well enough to forget about most things and snooze after that.