roxanne wolf vore is this anything
Hell yeah it’s something!!
The women deserve to have their belly filled too!
We’re doing something later, actually
CONTENT WARNING:
-Oral Vore
-Pred/prey/observer
-Hammerspace
Roxanne laid on the couch of Chica’s greenroom. She had her eyes closed as Chica carefully kneeled on the couch, one leg at either side of Roxanne. The chicken held a Mascara wand in one hand and a box with several other mascara wands with differing sizes in the other.
“You’re gonna look so pretty tonight, Roxanne. Oh, I just can’t wait to see the look on everyone’s faces~” Chica chirped happily.
Roxanne carefully hold onto Chica’s thigh so she wouldn’t fall of the bed. “I better be, I have the best make-up artist in the whole pizzaplex.” She tried not to move her head too much as she spoke, allowing Chica to continue her skilled work.
“So like, after tonight’s concert… could we hang-out together? We still have to watch those movies you thought were cool.” The wolf animatronic really loves Chica and would spend every day with her if she could. Yet, their loaded schedules usually meant they couldn’t have a lot of free-time together to spend on things they wanted to do. Tonight, luckily, was a night both of their agenda’s had a free evening.
But something, or rather someone, had other plans. The door to Chica’s greenroom opened and in the doorway stood the big alligator Montgomery Gator. He let himself in and closed the door behind him. It startled Chica seeing him here so unexpectedly
Chica got up from the couch and walked over to Monty. “I keep asking you to knock before entering. I could have ruined Roxy’s make-up!”
“Hmm… I don’t think I care actually. Anyways, tonight the boys are doing something on their own so I thought about hanging out with you tonight. Rox can come too I guess.” Montgomery looked at his sharp nails. He picked up a bottle of nail polish he’d left behind here some day days ago and started painting them, not really paying attention to anything else.
“We’re doing something later, actually.” Roxanne hopped off the couch and wandered over to the chicken and the gator. Her unfinished make-up looking quite comedic to the gator.
“Cool, I’ll be there… Please don’t tell me you’re going to the concert like that.” He cackled.
Roxanne retorted with a jab of her own. “Why weren’t you invited to tonight’s concert anyways. We needed a bassist yet the technicians said you were unavailable.”
The gator’s jolly demeanor quickly turned sour. “What…”
Roxanne crossed her arms, a genuine smile forming across her face. “They said you were unavailable… The new guys reaaaaally must not like working with you. I understand it though. You’re sooo tiring to be around most of the time.” This really got under the gator’s skin…
“No make-up could ever hide how ugly you are…” Monty’s verbal attack left Roxanne gritting her teeth.
The mood turned for the worse really quick so Chica tried to divert the attention to somewhere else. She dragged Roxanne back to the couch. “Come, we still have to get you ready for the concert. Monty, please leave us, now.”
“Yeah, Roxy-poo…” Monty mimicked Chica’s voice. “I still have to make you pretty with my sub-par make-up skills! Mi-mi-mi-mi-miii.”
Something snapped within Roxanne. She turned around towards Monty and launched herself with an open maw at his face. The gator was caught off-guard just enough to let Roxanne wrap her entire maw around Montgomery’s head.
“What the- let go of me!” He blurted out, his voice cracking a little due to nervousness.
He tried to grab onto Roxanne’s head but failed miserably, his claws and then his arms disappearing alongside his shoulders into the hungry maw of the wolf.
The gator’s head was visible in Roxanne’s neck as it went down. His struggles not being enough to get him out of the situation he was in.
*Gulp… gulp…* Roxanne continued her hungry onslaught on the gator. She grabbed him by his mid-section and pulled him up into the air. Despite being bigger than Roxanne, Monty was easily lifted up, allowing Gravity to ease him inside.
“Woah…” Chica blurted out. Her cheeks blushing red.
Roxanne’s belly started expanding to fit the gator-prey inside. The struggling never ceased to stop. Not even when only the golfer’s legs and tail were left dangling outside the racer’s hungry maw.
With a final gulp, the entirety of Monty was sealed off from the outside world. Roxanne’s stomach ballooned out massively to contain its gigantic prey.
She huffed and puffed… a strong and energetic prey like Monty was always a struggle to get down, especially when he wasn’t in the mood.
“Damn… you left a sour taste in my mouth.” Roxanne massaged her engorged belly. Chica kneeled next to her, pressing her hands into the soft and malleable metal of Roxanne. She could feel Monty’s vigorous struggles.
“That’s hot… You should do that to me sometime, teehee~”
Roxanne gazed at her bandmate. “You’re a freak, did you know that? But that’s why I love you so much.”
Her belly was pressed into the floor of Chica’s greenroom. The struggling of the gator slowed down enough for Roxanne to get a hold of herself.
“Finally had enough? Know your place, prey.”
Roxanne focussed on her stomach which started to make a compressing motion. The gator’s form could be clearly seen from the outside. He was curled up inside his predator’s belly. His muscular frame being compressed more and more. His muffled voice being drowned out by the noises Roxanne’s belly made.
With every compression, Roxanne’s stomach shrunk further, encapsulating Monty deeper within her body. With one final clench, Monty was fully put away. What was once a massive mid-section was now the wolf’s six-pack abs.
“Phew…” the wolf huffed. “I guess the bassist will be with us during our concert after all!”
Chica stood there unmoving. Completely in awe of what Roxanne just did. She was dragged back to the couch.
Roxanne laid back on the couch like before. “So where we exactly?” She said as she looked lovingly at Chica.