Turning you into an irl sized fox (with your 9-tails of course~) and using you like a fleshlight. Keeping you around for a few years as a pet and toy before devouring you one day after I fuck you one last time 💚🍃
normal normal normal normal thoughts I proooooomise
hnng, goodness just feeling myself twist and change, shrinking down, shivering as my tails burst out of my spine, whining as fur sprouts all over my body, falling forward as my feet can't hold me up any more...
looking up at you, barking and yipping and shivering as you fasten a collar around my neck and lead me away on a leash... introducing me to your room, watching as I scurry around, sniffing everything, barking up at you as you walk forward, pulling your pants down...
feeling your hands wrap around my middle, holding me down on your bed as you drag your cock across my soft belly, shivering and squirming as you line up and start to push, harder and harder and harder until I'm squealing and barking and then you're in me with a forceful push
I'm practically paralyzed on your dick, feeling you deep in my guts, every twitch and pulse stirring the white-hot pain inside of me, my muzzle open and panting as you start to thrust, my tails thrashing as you pick up the pace, their soft fur tickling you stomach as you rut into me, feeling you start to tense up and push into me as you cum, leaking out around the tight seal of your cock...
years later and I'm snuggled up in your lap, enjoying the way your hands feel as you play with my ears, my stomach comfortably warm and full of your cum... relaxed in your arms as you lift me up, angling my head towards your open jaws and lowering me down, my tails wagging as my head is pushed past your throat...
You really shouldn’t ask me to look after your pets. I have a hard time helping myself when I get hungry... Oh well! Those dogs are much cuter as catgirl chub anyway <3
art by: https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/kittyshoelace/
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I love the Girros and especially enjoy the Great Girros, and while fighting the Great Girros, I realized that it was in the perfect place for and decided to write a story for it
Warning:This story contains soft,safe,protective vore,child prey,feral prey,multiple prey,suffocation,gore,accidental fearplay,fear of death,aftercare
Miazuma POV.
I lie on the cold stone floor while holding my little friends near me,Gia,Ganna,Toric,Maldrick,Venera,Maxu,and Teruza.My little Girros pals are snuggling up to me for warmth before I hear someone gasping outside and Venera wakes up with a big stretch and yawn as she stands up and mutters"Probably a hurt animal,I'll go put it out of its misery and then you can get a snack Miazuma"and I happily smile and say"Thanks,Venera"before she walks out and I hear a loud gasp and hear her yell'Um,Miazuma,I don't think you can eat this"So I confusedly say"What,why,is it sick because I can eat sick things"As the the others get up and she yells back"Not exactly"So I stand up and walk out the mouth of the cave to see what's wrong and notice her standing over something so I look past her and see a small,weak looking human trying to shoo her off while laying on the ground with ragged breaths.My eyes widen and I lean down and grab the back of his shirt and pull him into my cave and out of the effluvium and into the sorta fresh air.The others run over and Gia softly asks"Is he......?"I shake my head and say"He's alive,but I wouldn't say that he's okay"With a slightly sad tone.He groans in pain before slowly sitting up and coughing his lungs out while Gia and Maxu help him move over to a rock sticking out of the a bit off of the floor.He softly says"T-thanks,Don't worry,I'll be out once I get all this crap outta my lungs"I shake my head with a worried growl before walking to the mouth of the cave and begin to cover it with vines and return to my sleeping spot while Ganna,Toric,Maldrick,and Teruza return to me and I see Gia and Maxu struggling to stop the human from leaving while Venera is attempting to push him towards me and I smell that he's not quite full grown and is likely only eleven or twelve years old.
Ochan POV.
The smaller Girros try pushing me towards the bigger one,but I don't understand why their helping me.I finally relinquish and let them push me over while the main two pushing me and the one who found me lays on my lap and the Great Girros wraps around us and begins falling asleep while all the other Girros fall asleep around me so I wait about an hour before I carefully push the Girros off my lap and stand up.I walk over the the rock that they set me on earlier and reach into my bag,pulling out a long bandage and begin wrapping it around my face to try and resist the noxious gas around the rotten vale and take a deep breath before approaching the vine door and push it open when suddenly,I'm pulled off my feet and turn to see the great Girros has grabbed me with his tail so I shake my head and say"I have to go,thank you for the help though"He shakes his head and places me back against his stomach.I sigh and attempt to get out again as his tail pushes me back into the position between the two Girros who helped me inside.I sigh and ask"You aren't gonna let me leave,are you?"He shakes his head, and I groan before pulling my bag while digging through it and pulling the bandage off my face and tucking it into the bag before pulling a bag of beef jerky out and offer him a handful of it,which he seems interested in and happily accepts.
Miazuma POV.
This little human isn't the brightest, but he is very persistent and has some delicious food.I pull my tail onto his lap to make sure he can't leave and settle down to sleep.After a good night's rest I wake up to the sound of my little friends laughing and playing quietly.I stand up and stretch deeply before looking down and seeing Gia,Ganna,Toric,Maldrick,Venera,Maxu,and Teruza all laying infront of me as Toric gives me a sharp grin before saying"Come on Miazuma,don't tell me you forgot what today is"My tail begins rapidly wagging as I begin getting really excited when I finally remember,today they promised to let me hold them in my pouch.I open my mouth and take Gia,Maldrick,and Teruza in all in one mouthful,I care fully lick them all over and and swallow them down.Gia playfully jabs my in the side of my pouch as I gather Ganna,Toric,Venera,and Maxu into my maw,licking them all over and gently swallowing.I happily hold my slightly bulging stomach and hear a slightly panicked gasp so I turn and see the human quickly wrapping the bandage over his lower face before saying hurriedly"Well,I think it's time for me to go,thanks again"and pushing the vines out of his way.I cock my head in confusion which slowly turns into horror as I realize what he thinks I just did.I run out after him and see him attempting to climb up one of the tendrils into a den where I know an aggressive Radobaan resides.Swifly I leap up and catch the human halfway in my mouth as he begins panicking and struggling against me.I wasn't planning on swallowing him but as he struggles I feel a flare of protectiveness shoot through me so I quickly pull him in and begin quickly swallowing.He arrives in my pouch with the rest of them where he begins struggling and I hear my pack unhappily groaning as their woken up but after a minute I feel him calm down as Gia and Maxu cuddle up to him.
Ochan POV.
I slowly calm down as I realize that the Girros are all alive here and the two one who have been helping me lay on me to have me stop moving.I take a few deep breaths before feeling him stand and move somewhere.The combination of my exhaustion from my escape attempt and the warmth of the stomach as well as the weight from the other Girros slowly places into a deep sleep.Hours later my eyes slowly crack open as bright light assaults my eyes and I look around to realize that I'm in the some human village with multiple weights on my and laying on something slick and warm.I groan and sit up before seeing someone coming near me so I automatically get into a defensive position as a man with a large mizutsune behind stops infront of me and holds out a water bottle and sandwich before saying"Here,drink and eat,you dehydrate easily when you're in their pouches"I mutter"Thanks"And crack the water bottle open as the cold liquid graces my tongue.I chug the bottle down and eat the sandwich in two bites.He pats me on the shoulder and says"You're pretty lucky,most don't survive the Rotten Vale,feel grateful that Miazuma and his pack helped you out"I nod and say"Yeah,I almost died out there,they saved my life"I stand up and look through my slightly damp satchel before pulling out the bandages and wrap them around my face and begin walking away when I hear a distressed growl and turn to see Miazuma looking very upset as I confusedly ask"Whats wrong bud?"The man from earlier realizes the lack of information I have and says."Oh,he stored you, so now he considers you a part of his pack, He thinks you're abandoning him,"I mentally smack myself,I quickly correct. "Im just going to stretch my legs, bud,I'll be back in a few minutes,"he nods before waking up one of the Girros and chattering to her before she walks up to my side and walks with me.This monster seems very clingy but I guess being alive in a clingy home is better than being dead without one.I wipe my face and come to a realization"I'm probably gonna wind up as a meal a lot more from now on,and I guess I'm fine with that"I think to myself.
Length: 1400 words
Vore type: F/M, oral vore
Fandom: None (Kahudra)
Other info: unwilling prey, kobold/rabbit, feral prey, digestion
Summary: A garden during harvest season is a great place to find a meal! A rabbit knows this, and unfortunately, doesn't consider that may be more universal than he'd like.
On the outskirts of Dilmar City, a garden's plants grew heavy with vegetables. The garden was, of course, guarded by a fence. Easily ten feet high, a wooden frame bounded a shimmering, magical barrier, designed to completely but harmlessly repel any fox, deer, and possibly even a bear.
But not, William thought as his paws pushed through the layer of grass from below, a bunny. A little more digging, and the exit - now entrance - to his hole was wide enough to fit whatever he could drag back with him, as well as his soon-to-be-bulkier body. Extrication, however, could wait: he had a feast fit for a whole warren for him to peruse and enjoy. William shook off some dirt and began to hop through the rows of plants.
Cabbage, onions, some spinach, pumpkins… William slowed his pace at the line of carrot leaves poking out of the ground. Just before he could start digging, however, his ears perked up at a sound: the voice of a yellow and orange kobold using a magic staff like a walking stick, grumbling to herself.
"Stupid superstitious humans. 'Magic corrupts the crops' my scaly tail." She bent down, hefted a pumpkin thice William's size, and placed it on a nearby cart before biting down on the stem to sever it and spitting out the part stuck in her mouth. "Bleh. Tastes like food's food. I don't know what that elf sees in this job besides a worse paycheck than-"
William froze when one bright yellow eye focused on him. Slowly, smoothly, the lizard turned to face the bunny. He tensed, preparing to run straight back to his hole; fangs that pointy and sharp, and mention of "food's food" set his fur on end. But maybe she hadn't actually seen him, or maybe she'd-
The kobold took a deep breath, glanced left and right, then laid down on the cart, letting one arm and the lower half of her legs and tail hang down. "Ah, hell, every carrot you eat is one I don't have to pull up." She laughed, and adjusted her head to avoid laying on her horns. "But lucky you that this is some human's field and not my dragon's."
After waiting several seconds for her to move again, and her failing to do so (save for a lazy twitch of her tail), William took a cautious hop up to the carrot. Then sunk his claws into the dirt. Then did so again, digging faster as the kobold continued to do absolutely nothing about it. Before long, the carrot was out of the ground and, nibble by nibble, vanishing into him. Not even the leaves were spared.
Emboldened by this odd lack of action, the bunny moved to the next carrot. It came up faster, partly from his confidence, but also because it was truly scrawny. Still, food is food, and its size meant it simply disappeared faster. After wiping some dirt from his mouth with a paw, he saw a set of leaves he was certain belonged to a truly delicious specimen, a little closer to the cart. The kobold was completely still, and possibly asleep. So, William took one hop, then another, and started to dig.
Suddenly, a sharp pain jolted through his ears! A strong pressure held them together, then lifted him up by them, until he stared the kobold, now smiling, right in the eyes. William struggled, wiggled, and kicked at the air, but her grip around his ears was far too firm to drop free. A thoughtful look replaced her cold smile, and for a moment, the bunny dared to hope she'd changed her mind.
"Let's see…" she muttered, drawing her staff closer to William with her other hand, "probably don't need much mana into this one. I do want it to end quickly, after all."
The staff tapped William's head, and he heard a firm command: "Sleep." He shook his head, trying to both ignore and use the pain to fight it. Seconds passed, but he remained awake - though his normally strong legs felt like heavy weights dangling from him; he tried to kick again, but felt them barely twitch. To his horror, the kobold noticed this, and bared her fangs in a wicked grin. "Perfect," she purred.
Without getting up from her resting position, she simply lifted him over her head and opened her jaws wide; William could only stare down at the perilous, pink expanse, framed by deadly-sharp fangs and framing an even deadlier dark throat entrance. Her breath was warm and soft against his fur as she lowered him, and once again William had to fight to stay awake. One blink later, and her breath surrounded him, full of unfamiliar but instinctively dangerous scents, yet the gentle, warm pressure of her throat around his hind legs made a powerful argument in favor of giving in to slumber.
The pressure around his ears vanished as the new, lighter one crept up his midsection, threatening his forelegs as well. His ears, sore from the kobold's grip, folded back against his head and back, and then, with a loud clack, she snapped her jaws shut, surrounding him in darkness. An even louder GULP sent a shot of energy coursing through his body, and he kicked as hard as he could against the walls of her throat… which, in his sleepy state, wasn't very hard at all. Her gullet's embrace climbed to his neck, and then wrapped around his head.
The predatory lizard swallowed once more, and irresistible muscles shoved William deeper into her body; his hindpaws slid into a more open yet definitely more deadly chamber, followed soon by his hips, his belly, and the rest of him. His fur was matted down with drool and other juices. Completely cleaned of dirt, he had no doubt, but the thought that the kobold's stomach would soon clean him off of his bones…
Sheer terror, or perhaps her spell wearing off, threw some fight back into him. With newfound strength, he thumped his hindpaws down as hard as he could, as though trying to jump in his confined space. Though muffled by the flesh around him, he heard a surprised "woah!" from his captor, and then William's surrounding's rotated as the kobold sat up. This did little to dissuade the bunny, who simply kept kicking her stomach walls. She growled, and a new pressure from outside pushed against him, as though she could simply force him to be still and accept his fate. William, of course, did his best to not do that, and kept at his assault.
The kobold's stomach rumbled, and what little space he had to ready his kicks was taken from him in a large belch - at least, from the small bunny's perspective. William tried to kick more, but with her stomach pressing in on him even closer than before, he couldn't manage much power behind them. Not that the constant, cloying massage all around him wasn't trying to finish what her earlier sleep spell had nearly done. William could barely focus on much else besides staying awake and continuing to thrash - not even kicking - when the scaly predator jostled him around more hopping off the cart.
"Welp, that's enough of a rest. Boring human job or not, I have my pride as a diligent kobold," she said to herself, and to her unwilling eavesdropper. Between her steady crouching and lifting, the darkness around him, the increasingly stale air, and her stomach constantly kneading acids into his fur, it wasn't long before William succumbed, closing his eyes for the last time.
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Rinta gave a grunt of effort as she hoisted the last pumpkin onto the cart. Her stomach grumbled around the gradually diminishing heap of rabbit meat and fur stewing inside. The kobold gave her belly an appreciative pat, and it responded by sending up another burp. She grinned to herself; the free live food did make up for the very un-adventurer-like manner of the job, she supposed. She crouched down and started on the line of carrots, quietly hoping that the tasty, squirmy bunny hadn't been the extent of ther farm's pest problem.
I don't know why, but a favorite kind of pred of mine is equines and cervines, horses and deer.
Inherently, people believe them to be mostly harmless. Granted, they can still hurt us, but no one expects them to swallow us.
I imagine a horse on an old farm, groups of idiots who break in trying to film for things all run across the animal, and one by one it's belly gets heavier. None of them hear the muffled calls of course, not until it's maw opens wide and descends, their form slithering down it's neck as it gulps them down eagerly. It loves large groups especially, while not digesting it adores the company until they find their way out later.
There's a deer, a doe who's rather spry, but unfortunately her home is in wolf-infested woods. Packs try to hunt her, but one by one she swallows them, they struggle all the way down and even as her belly grows heavier she's still able to pack the pack into her belly. And, of course, if any unfortunate hunters attempt, they'll be pushed down into sloshing wet fur and paws without hesitation.
It is time for the nonhumanoid vore, babes, because I really like feral pred/prey.
Pet stores are sometimes seen as "buffets" to the right guys. They're usually not super crowded and it's not too hard to slip in between feeding times when employees aren't really paying attention. It makes it easy to snag a few animals when no one's looking. Down a cat or two, make slurp up a snake, or eat an older dog. However long it takes to either get full or stay unnoticed. Then it's time to slip away with a fresh catch and a varied lunch! By the time anyone notices the empty cages, those would-be pets are gonna be little more than belly flab.
Some preds will declare that pet owners are their favorite meals. The answer is very simple, of course: they come with a free dessert! Guys walking dogs are an easy and fun one, since the dessert is always automatic. It's surprising how many guys will hold onto a leash with a death grip while they're being chugged down with ease, just for the dog they were walking to be going down as well. Or they make a good appetizer, and a good way to make sure a guy start playing tug of war with the leash sticking between a guy's lips until he's too close and doesn't have the time to let go anymore.
When being told that some animals don't do well with other pets in the house, that's a warning. It doesn't matter whether it's about a dog or a cat or a hamster, take that warning seriously, or any pets that you might have in the house will be very quickly relocated into a hungry, gurgling stomach. And there's no getting them back, unless a hacked up collar and a pile of waste is what you'd consider "getting them back". And, of course, once one of these animals have gotten their taste of squirmy food, they'll likely want more, and if the only other thing in the house happens to be you, well...
A request for you! A pack of starving wolves are hunting together to catch the only prey they see in sight, a mouse. They end up cornering the mouse and have a little fun with it before choosing which lucky wolf gets to eat it. Just a group of mean pred’s teasing and tasting and batting around a prey until they grow bored and one of them gets the honor of eating their catch as the rest look on in envy... fearplay/mouthplay?? Idk just had this scenario in my head for a while
Content: fearplay, mouthplay, wolf pred, mouse prey, teasing, hunting, soft vore, fatal vore
Fall had been hard for the pack. They weren't a large group, but between their own appetites and the competition of other predators, there was little food to go around. Today, a small hunting party had been sent out to bring back what they could. With growls in their bellies and throats, they set out.
Hard times though these were, the pack did love to run together. They felt like a single beast as they leapt over obstacles and desperately sniffed for a whiff of prey.
There! With one mind they turned on the trail of their quarry. With one heart, their pulses quickened at the thought of food.
The head of the group spotted the source of that warm tantalizing scent first: a mouse. It wasn't much, but it was all they had. Strong hind legs launched him into the air and he pounced. Massive forepaws touched down on the startled rodent, pressing it into the leaves.
It squeaked and struggled to get away. Suddenly there was claws and fur all around, fourteen paws digging in unison. They threw away all the leaf litter, leaving the mouse exposed with the earth.
The little rodent looked around, quivering as it saw seven mouths hanging open, tongues lolling as the wolves panted. Just the sight of the mouse was enough to make all their mouths water, drool running down and dripping into the leaves.
"Good work!" One barked. The others echoed and congratulated each other without every looking away from the mouse.
"That's not very much," another whined.
"Who gets it," woofed a third.
"Me!" Came the bark mere moments before teeth closed around the terrified scrap of prey. Slobbering tongue buffeted the mouse, getting a good taste. Then it tumbled from the wolf's maw, bouncing a little as it hit the ground. Shivering where it fell, the mouse could see a couple wolves scuffling. Their fury was terrifying to watch, fur and webs of saliva flying into the air.
The fight broke up and one of the wolves trotted up then pawed at the terrified mouse, "Maybe we could split it?"
Another shoved its face close, big, black, wet nose huffing air that chilled the saliva dampened mouse. "We could each take a little bite, just a nibble," it whined, sending hot breath washing over its prey.
"Tear it apart!" One howled from the back. Several others joined with howls of agreement.
The mouse scrambles to flee from these ravenous wolves, but a well aimed tail sweeps it back into the clear patch. "We must hurry, or it will escape."
"That would be terrible!"
"We must pick someone."
"Yes someone must be picked to enjoy this prey."
"We can hunt more; now one must eat."
The mouse spun around, staring in horror at the glittering eyes and frothy mouths of each speaker. It wasn't sure how they came to the conclusion. Only the wolves knew each other so intimately, knew who needed it most and who could press on to hunt.
Sure enough one stepped forward as the others backed off. They sat down, watching as if their hunger would be sated vicariously.
The chosen wolf licked its chops. It reached a paw forward tentatively and knocked the mouse to one side. "So scrawny," it whined.
It leaned close, its sniffling pulling at the fluffed fur of the mouse. The wolf's big, wet, warm tongue popped out and licked at its prey. The mouse was lifted off of the ground, only to fall down once again, the sticky saliva unable to hold it for long.
"Yet tasty," the wolf almost murred. In a flash its muzzle flicked forward, its jaws parted, and it licked the morsel into its mouth. The wolf squirmed in delight as it chewed at the mouse, its teeth hardly pressing enough to hurt. Its tongue rolled the poor little creatures body all around its maw, soaking its fur in saliva. Some stray saliva drips from its jaws as it enjoys its first meal in a while.
Finally, the wolf swallows, dragging the mouse down to its final destination. Belly a little more full, the wolf turns to its comrades. There are no words spoken now, but there is understanding. Together the wolves run off to find something else, hopefully for all to share. Though only one got to eat, they are all invigorated for the hunt ahead.
