One way or another
Holy crap, a new story by Tir? (2 in the same week if you happen to follow my more extreme accounts on AF/IB)
Started this over a year ago, but it sat around right at the start of the vore ever since. Finally got up the motivation to finally finish it. Starting to make a few small changes in my life that will hopefully get me back into the swing of things.
*Bzzz*
Alek's phone vibrated in his pocket with an incoming message. The small statured maroon fox gave a little sigh and fished it out. Today had been rather stressful and he assumed it was a friend texting him to go out on the town, or worse a coworker just who wouldn't let something drop. Normally he'd be up for a night out, but tonight he just needed to relax and unwind, not spend the evening in a noisy club or some other such activity.
To his surprise it wasn't a text, but a VoreMeet notification. Someone had sent his profile a message. He hadn't been considering that, but seeing that little icon got his mind working. Maybe a good meet up was exactly what he needed to unwind after today. With a flick of his finger he opened the app and brought up the message.
It was a typically short copy/paste greeting, "hey tasty, doin' anything for dinner?". He rolled his eyes and brought up the sender's profile, it wasn't someone he'd met or spoken with before. The message had been sent by a large naga who described himself as an alpha predator 'I love to eat anyone and everyone. You will be my next meal.'. Talk about direct. Alek scrolled past the description to the preferences section.
"Damnit." He swore aloud when he saw the listed Stomach Type as 'Natural', meaning that vore with him was a one-way trip ending in digestion. His profile clearly stated that he was only interested in 'Modified' Stomach Types, people who had undergone genetic engineering to have vore-safe stomachs which did not digest living occupants.
He absolutely hated people who couldn't read. Normally he would just ignore and delete the message, but with how stressed he was feeling today he hit the reply button. "What's so hard about reading? It's not that hard to understand 'NO NATURAL'." With a huff he sent the message and moved on, assuming the guy would take the hint and do the same.
Receiving the message had gotten him worked up and he now really did want to find someone to nom him down. He started browsing to see who else was online, not giving the idiot another thought. None of his regulars seemed to be around so he turned on the mod-stomach filter, set his status to 'looking for now', and started to look for a new promising partner.
Again his phone buzzed with an incoming message. "Now, now, that's no way for a little prey foxie to act. Someone should teach you your proper place." It was the naga again. He clearly couldn't take a hint.
"Get a clue idiot. FUCK OFF!" Alek replied then proceeded to block the retard before returning to his search.
Victor seethed. He hated when his prey got uppity like that, but he had ways of getting to even the most stubborn meal. It took just a few messages to one of his friends to set things in motion. One way or the other that little fox would be in his belly dissolving away before this night was up.
An hour later Alek was patiently waiting for his doorbell to ring. It hadn't taken long after blocking the naga to find a mod looking for a good meal. In fact a new guy he'd never interacted with responded to his 'looking for now' status just a few minutes later. The conversation had been short and it wasn't long before Jessup, the big bovine was on his way. Alek had never been down the gullet of a traditional herbivore before, but had to admit there was a certain extra level of excitement to the idea of a prey becoming pred - he himself being a pred turned prey.
He was starting to get antsy and wonder if Jessup would be a no-show when finally the expected knock came at his door. "Come on in," he called, "door's open."
The door slowly opened. Through it ducked Jessup, his large frame barely fitting through the small opening. The sight that met the bull caused him to freeze in his tracks.
Alek was laying prone on a couch. The petite three foot five deep maroon colored fox had his rear end aimed directly at the door and head turned seductively over a shoulder. No clothing were anywhere to been seen and his fluffy black tipped tail was held high, giving the stunned bull a veritable eyeful of his tailstar.
"Holy shit..." Jessup had just been expecting a little meal.
"Hope you don't mind. I could really use a good fuck first."
"Uh, yeah, sure." He snapped out of his semi-stupor and stepped the rest of the way into the house, kicking the door shut with a hoove. By the time he crossed the space to the couch and stood behind Alek he had shed nearly all his clothing. From Alek's point of view the haste could taken for simple eagerness, but unbeknownst to him there was another reason behind it.
A lustful glint filled Alek's eyes which had locked on to the bull's exposed malehood. To call the little fox a size queen and a power bottom was something of an understatement. He hid a sexual appetite that often surprised even the most well endowed top.
This side of the fox was unknown to Jessup as he eyed the hole nestled beneath the tail which waved back and forth seductively. "You sure you can take me?" Bulls weren't exactly known for being well endowed, but there was enough of a general difference in size that it didn't matter. He was still large compared to the petite fox.
"Yeah. Just give it to me." Alek's tail stopped its swaying and lifted high, granting Jessup an all access pass. "It's been a rough day. I really need this."
"If you insist." He had his doubts, but had his own dominant side he was not at all opposed to showing off. Besides, he thought, things are going to get a bit rougher than you expect before this night is up. Jessup chuckled at the thought a he grabbed hold of the raised tail and aligned himself. "You want it, I'm not going to hold back."
Alek didn't give the bull the chance. As soon as the tapered tip made contact with his ass he shoved backwards. The seemingly tight hole gaped open almost sucking the other male inside, and he didn't stop until over half its length was buried inside.
"Shit," was all Jessup could muster in response. He'd been with some frisky partners before, but none quite like this. It was almost a shame that there would be no possibility of a repeat after tonight. He could envision a regular thing here, if there wasn't a more pressing urge.
"You gonna let me have it, or am I gonna have to do all the work?" A hint of irritation laced Alek's words when the bull didn't instantly take the hint and continue to plunge.
A snort reverberated from Jessup's nostrils at the chiding remark. He didn't waste any words in grabbing a hold of each of the fox's hips with his massive hands. In a simultaneous move he pulled the ass back and shoved his hips forward. Their bodies met with a resounding smack.
For Alek's part it was just what he needed. That long thin cock wormed its way deep into him to reach that 'itch' that demanded to be scratched. His head was thrown back, eyes rolling into his head, and his maw gaped open in a silent exclamation that spoke volumes of pleasure and pain. Sometimes a person just needed to be fucked, hard.
It wasn't clear precisely who was controlling things. Both of their bodies moved in unison, slamming together in a primal dance. Inarticulate grunts and moans filled the room, emanating from predator and prey alike.
Heavy cum laden bull balls flapped violently between Jessup's legs, to periodically collide with the red swollen knotted fox cock which bobbed between Alek's. Between this and the dick pummeling ever inch of his insides it wasn't long before Alek came. Thin watery lupine cum pulsed from him in a rhythmic pattern; coating the couch, his belly, and both of their legs as he continued to sway under the unrelenting assault.
Together with the cum came a rhythmic clenching of the fox's hole. Each squeeze around Jessup's length served only to heighten his pleasure. His hulking body leaned over and surrounded Alek's moments before he pulled the fox back one more time and held their bodies together. Thick bull spunk flowed into the smaller male, filling him from deep inside.
The same part of Alek that loved being curled up inside a pred's stomach loved having the large body hunched over and embarrassing him. One itch that desperately needed scratching was well and truly satisfied, but he needed more than a pair of arms around him. He wanted nothing more than to curl up inside a warm belly and let the stress of the day melt away.
"You ready for the real fun?" Alek gave a playful jab of his elbow into the stomach above him.
Jessup unfolded his body from around his prey, shaft still buried deep in its ass. A part of him wanted to keep fucking, but his gullet loved a fur sliding down it as much as any prey relished the slide. Plus, the sooner he devoured the fox, the sooner he could indulge his own long awaited desire.
A grumble from his gut answered the question first. "Head or feet?"
Both were great and had their merits, but today felt like a feet first day. Alek's body twisted sideways and rolled over onto his back, the motion finally extracting the still hard cock from his ass with a slurp and a splatter of cum. He smiled and wiggled his toes at Jessup, who still stood at the end of the couch. "Feet"
The bull nodded and licked his lips dropping to his knees where he stood. He wasted no time in grapping hold of both ankles and pulling them roughly towards his mouth.
No hesitation. That was what Alek liked to see. There was nothing more disappointing than an amateurish noob or first time pred who didn't know what he was doing and pussyfooted around with meek attempts. This bull knew what he was doing and had likely taken many a prey down his gullet. He laid back and relaxed, letting the experienced pred do his job.
That first moment when a hot wet mouth engulfs a part of the body is like none other. A rush of adrenaline and endorphins floods the body courtesy of the fight or flight response. In days gone by they provided that last burst of strength for the prey to try and escape its predator. Those same wonderful chemicals are also released during sex. They heighten the senses and provide a blissful euphoria.
Alek sighed as his journey began, "God I needed this". It wouldn't be long before he was wrapped up in the warm womb-like embrace of a tight stomach.
His feet were shoved into Jessup's mouth, all the way to the waiting throat in a single pull. The bull's mouth closed tightly around his lower calves, momentarily holding him in place as the strong hands moved from his ankles to his hips.
Jessup knelt down and leaned his upper body over the couch, getting a firm grip on the smaller fox's body. The motion both put him into prime position to devour and maneuvered Alek deeper into his mouth. Feet sank into the tight confines of his throat and lips slid up the calves to his knees, but didn't stop there. Comfortable with his new position one hand moved forward to cradle Alek's back while the other gripped the hip tighter.
The petite fox found himself lifted from the couch; his lower half held up by the gullet, his upper by a single strong arm. He sighed with content as he was pulled steadily deeper into his pred; equal parts pull from the arm and swallow from the throat. His feet squirmed and wiggled in the tight confines, revealing in the indescribable feel of each ring of muscle clenching and releasing in sequence to work the meal further towards the waiting stomach.
Any lingering doubt of the herbivore's skill and experience in being a pred evaporated. In just two swallows Alek's waist was already in the welcoming mouth. This was the part he loved about being devoured after a good fuck. With his ass seated squarely on Jessup's tongue he bore down and pushed. There was a sputtering fart and the bull's own load was deposited directly onto his tongue. Unperturbed by the move Jessup stopped his swallowing and countered by driving the tip of the muscular organ into the very same hole to dig out whatever remained.
It was only a momentary pause of mutual teasing before the bovine returned to the task at hand. The next swallow passed Alek's hips into the clenching gullet and his armpits wedged briefly against the corners of the gaping lips. Ample experience told him that he would slide fast from this point, so he took a moment to partake in another little personal indulgence. Unless his pred insisted, when going in feet first he preferred to not keep his arms at his sides and have his hands be the last thing down. That way he could dangle his arms outside the mouth and feel the bulge he created in the pred's neck. After all, if you can't see it you should at least be able to feel it.
Satisfied with himself he raised his arms overhead, freeing his wedged armpits as the last thing halting his plunge. Gravity took over from the musculature work as the prominent force driving his decent. It was like the moment you crossed the drop on a waterslide. You're suddenly moving and there's no way to stop. Except the slide is a body-hugging tube of rippling flesh, messaging every square inch of your body. His paws dangled into open air for a split second before making contact with the bottom of the waiting stomach.
His own weight was all that was needed to bend his legs at the knee and make room for his body's entrance into the cavity. It all happens fluidly, the body bends and contorts in the most natural way it can to fill the small space provided. Nine times out often that means ending up in a basic fetal position. Which just goes to enforce why it's so comforting and relaxing to be swallowed at the end of a particularly stressful day. Who doesn't want to be able to just crawl back into the womb from time to time?
"Help yourself to whatever," Alek shouted. From experience he knew that the pred could usually hear him, if heavily muffed, from inside. "Let me out in a couple hours, unless you need to be somewhere sooner." It was common practice for host prey to give their pred free run of the house while they relaxed inside. With that matter settled Alek shifted around as best he could until he was nice and snug. There was a bump and slosh when, Alek assumed, the bovine sprawled himself out on the couch, and then Alek started to doze off to the sounds and massage of the belly.
Not more than ten minutes could have passed before the fox was jostled by his host raising to his feet. It wasn't unexpected or unwelcome; few preds laid around or slept themselves, prey just got used to being bounced around from time to time, but then Alek heard muffled voices and a closing door. He could sort of make out what Jessup was saying, but not a word from the other. They both seemed to be speaking in rather hushed tones.
"Who's that? Someone to see me?" All he needed was a coworker or someone stopping by at a time like this. There was no reply, just the gentle slosh of his host walking. "Hey now, no guests. That's not cool." A pred having a guest over while prey chilled out was treated much like a babysitter getting a visit from their girl or boyfriend.
Again there was no reply. "Alright, what's going on out there?" Alek was getting upset and it was ruining the whole point of the evening. "Just let me out if you're gonna screw around like this." He started to reach for the shut sphincter above his head when suddenly his whole world flipped wildly.
"What the hell!" The bull's belly continued to rock and gyrate erratically in an upside down state. Was he getting fucked by someone? That might explain it, if the position were unorthodox, but it did nothing to settle Alek's anger at the situation.
About a minute passed before things finally settled down, a minute through which Alek continued to voice his protests and displeasure with both shouts and physical assaults on the slick flesh walls surrounding him. Once the worse abated and up more or less stabilized again, he found that his confines felt a bit tighter. It reminded him of a time his pred fell asleep on his stomach. "Dude. What. The. Fuck!"
There was finally a response, "Settle down in there, it's over," Jessup's voice boomed, reverberating through flesh.
"You're damn right it's over. Let me out!"
"Sorry pal. Neither of us is getting out this time."
"What the hell does that mean?"
He offered no further explanation, only let out a retching cough that caused the stomach to clench uncomfortably around its occupant. Alek redoubled his earlier efforts to pry open the muscular ring at the top of the chamber, if he had to force his way out he would. It proved too slick and wouldn't budge, but then Alek heard the telltale sound of a swallow traveling its way down the esophagus. The muscle would open momentarily and he'd use that opportunity to shove a paw, or at least a finger, through.
When it opened a foul smelling liquid glopped out, raining onto his head and splashing both legs. At the same time he managed to thrust a paw through the ring and wedge it open. He was about to shove his other paw in along side it when an uncomfortable sensation radiated from wherever the unknown fluid hit. Instinctually he jerked his arm back and swiped with both paws at the pain on his head and leg.
To his horror in the dim red-tinged light filtering through the flesh walls he saw clumps of fur slough away from blistered red flesh beneath. There could be only one explanation for what had poured into the stomach. "WHAT THE FUCK? YOU SAID YOU WERE A MOD!"
Jessup's voice rasped and broke with fits of coughing when he spoke, indicating a good deal of pain, "Oh, I am, but Victor ain't."
"WHO!?" Alek cringed when he heard another swallow traveling his way, but there was no place to go that would allow him to avoid the batch of acid that splashed down. It suddenly clicked. That had to be what happened, someone else had vored Jessup while Alek was inside. Someone with a Natural stomach!
The terrifying reality of the situation struck. Jessup was swallowing bits of the unknown pred's bile while he was being digested from the outside. It would only be a matter of time before the acids ate their way through and breached the stomach, at which time he'd be plunged directly into the bath himself. Even if he could force his way out of his confines it would do him no good. Where would he go except into the very same stomach?
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
"Save your strength. This shit is hurts." The bull's voice sounded markedly more ragged already, and Alek could hear his breath and heart rate slowing. Whoever, whatever, this pred was had a damn potent stomach. Alek panicked. He could see no way out, he was damned either way. There were stories of situations like this; unscrupulous preds who lied about their Type or used other forms of trickery to digest unwilling prey, but he never believed it could happen to him.
No further torrents of acid found their way down the bull's gullet, but it wasn't long before Alek felt his treacherous pred's body go slack. A sure sign he'd succumb. By the time the inevitable breach of the stomach happened Alek's body burned and throbbed where the swallowed fluids had started their work. His head receiving the worst of it; he was fairly certain he'd even lost an ear already and that there may be some exposed skull, but was too disturbed by the idea to feel and confirm the suspicion.
The drop into his final bath when the flesh walls poured open came as a welcome release.
An hour later a large naga made a quiet exit from the former home of the petite red fox. He never knew the slut's name and he didn't care. Every evening started and ended the same, he chose his prey and he had his prey. Sometimes they went willing, other times he had to employ 'ulterior' methods, but one way or another he always got who he wanted. The only trouble was that now he would also need a new accomplice. The bull had played his roll well, and also supplemented the otherwise insufficient fox dinner nicely.