Vore Day '22 Quickie - Marluxia
#9 of Vore stories
Finally getting around to formally uploading the quickies I did via Twitter for 8/8/22! I had listed all of my vore-open characters and invited people to give a one-sentence prompt for me to knock out in an hour or two.
This one is for a longtime friend, the jackal Marluxia, who gave the prompt "An impatient jackal ready to get wet rear ends himself into an unsuspecting Gareth in the locker room showers."
Marked "adult" for butt stuff and semi-detailed talk of digestionWords: 720All comments welcome!
Marr hastily tossed his day clothes into his locker and closed it with a rough clang, not even bothering to lock it. It had been a long day and traffic was awful and the gym was busy with guys and he just wanted to get in the pool for his afternoon (now evening) swim. Per gym rules, he had to shower before getting in the pool, so he power-walked his way through the locker room nude, quickly rounding the corner to the shower area - and with a pfwhump, quickly and unexpectedly found his vision entirely dark with some supple, warm flesh enveloping his face and his nose pinched somewhere tight.
The towering Clydesdale he had run into yelped in surprise - as one would if something cold and wet suddenly inserted itself into your backdoor - and dropped the towel he had been using to dry his shoulders, said towel brushing over Marr's own back as it fell to the damp tile below. His tailhole involuntarily clenched over the invading muzzle, already drawing it in an inch or two, before he tried looking over his bulking shoulder to see exactly what was going on behind him.
The jackal took a moment or two to re-establish his bearings, and then finally began attempting to correct his situation by bringing his hands up to the rump cheeks holding him and try pushing them back apart. However, in pushing his hand in between his face and those cheeks, he simply managed to push his face further in - and then get his hands stuck as well!
The big, black-furred stallion felt those hands insert themselves, and presumed the canine behind him simply wanted to worm his way up into the bigger male's rump - and reasoned no real harm to him to deny the smaller male his odd wish, so he placed a large hand on the back of the canine's head and firmly but gently pushed it further into his own crack, moaning a little bit as that muzzle and hands squeezed past his donut and up into his bowels, followed quickly by the rest of those arms and head.
With his hips now directly over the unfortunate jackal, the Clydesdale bent down to recover his towel, letting the motion bring his hips smoothly down over the upper half of the smaller male, effectively lifting Marr up off his feet when the horse straightened back up and simply resumed drying himself off after his earlier shower, his ab muscles beginning to bulge outward as his body claimed more of his surprise post-workout butt snack.
Marr kicked his legs weakly, completely disoriented, as that muscular rump claimed him inch by inch with each clench, forcing his body up through the slimy, smelly intestines of the large stallion. He could feel his unknown-to-him predator's movements as he bent and twisted to get himself dry, those muscles continuing to work over the jackal with each outside move. Once he was pulled in up to his knees, he felt his captor loop that towel under his feet, then use it to shove almost all of the jackal up into that ass - only his feet remained outside as he felt the towel go back and forth across his soles while the stallion dried his own cheeks off. The stallion wasn't even clenching any more - he instead walked back to his own locker, each step passively wedging those canine feet inward a bit more...
By the time the big horse sat down in front of his locker, that donut claimed the jackal's toes, sealing the smaller male away permanently. The Clydesdale's abs, while still individually visible, were definitely distended at this point and earning a few concerned (or impressed) looks from other guys nearby in the process of dressing or undressing - but their owner was acting as if nothing was particularly amiss. He simply got dressed, his shirt and shorts now not meeting each other over his belly, while his body began processing the canine trapped inside. It wouldn't take long for his gut's muscles and acids to crush and churn the jackal into a nutritious slurry, to either be absorbed by the hulking horse or turned back into the sludge that the smaller male had been forced through on his way backwards up the lower half of the Clydesdale's digestive system.