Big Snack, Bigger Load
A tiny story I made to satisfy my current-extremely-vore-oriented-craving, featuring a hungry vulture gal and an unfortunate giraffe dude. Don't forget to check the tags!
There, across the crowd. Dancing without a single worry in the world, a giraffe. The vulture grinned, their pants already bulging with lustful anticipation. It was one of those clubs where everything was allowed: at that table in the corner two furs were fucking; over there on the dance floor others were fighting; under the flashing lights, a group was celebrating a birthday; nobody would notice.
Snaking their way through the dancing furs, the anthro bird salivated, drawing closer to her prey with every beat of the music. The moment the mammal spotted her, she flashed a sultry smile; putting on a show in sync with the song, she emphasized her body with lascivious thrusts, cleverly hiding peeks at her exposed assets behind the crowd, fueling the giraffe's desire for more. With a blush, they kept dancing, letting the vulture draw closer; the predator had already laid her trap, her victim taking the bait hook, line and sinker.
The moment they met on the dancefloor they were all over each other, groping their respective bodies like starved lovers. The vulture's bulging pants only magnified the giraffe's tactile admiration, which only made her grin all the wider. Their tango slowly devolved into primal humping, at which point she knew they were ready.
She dropped her pants, finally letting her full, throbbing shaft free. Before they even got to gawk at it she grabbed them by the neck, bending them over and sloppily shoving their head down her wide-open slit. She hissed, the sensation nothing short of exhilarating. She was immediately rewarded with intense, forbidden pleasure, the muffled shouts of her victim only further adding to the stimulation. There was something liberating in performing something so taboo. Having one of her most intimate parts used in a way that was never meant to be. She reveled in it, each excited, powerful throb dragging the giraffe further down her shaft. She loved to take it slow, let her prey struggle; there was nothing the giraffe could do anymore, their shoulders already disappearing down the bird's swollen cock. She loved that high, that rush of dominance, claiming somebody entirely for herself. Their body, their mind, their soul— everything that they could have been, erased in an instant, at her whims.
Ever since her first time, she had grown addicted to it. This power, this limitless dominion over somebody she had never even met before— it always made her shiver with delight.
They were already down to their waist inside her. With each inch disappearing past her slit her shaft looked bigger, harder. Unable to dance any longer, she simply brought her hands to her cock, squeezing, feeling her prey all over. Nobody around her seemed to have figured anything out, or if they did, they remained silent— perhaps out of fear of being next…
Their still kicking legs only stretched her urethra all the wider, coaxing out moans from the vulture. This one was vicious, this much she could tell with how violently they thrashed inside her. This only made her feel all the more satisfied; the ones that struggled were her favorites.
After what felt like a shamefully short time, the last of the giraffe finally slipped in her humongous shaft. Their upper body was already settling down in her nuts, imprints of hands and a face left on her bulging sack, the obnoxiously loud music masking their muffled calls for help.
She was finally getting to the best part. There was nothing quite like digestion, how her muscles clenched around her prey, weakening it, softening it. She could feel it, the way their struggling grew weaker with each push, slower with each scream. The way her walls inexorably tightened around the giraffe, breaking them down little by little. She could hear the crunching of bones, music to her ears, the mammal's fragile body finally breaking under the increasing pressure.
She sighed in relief, her long-lasting addiction finally fueled. Feeling fuller than ever, she began jerking off right then and there, putting on a show for the rest of the crowd. A few of them surrounded her, taking pictures of the depraved exhibitionist in the middle of the crowd. This only further increased her seemingly unending lust for more. Her sack clenched, sloshing, wobbling with a freshly processed load, ready to blast.
Her climax arrived in sync with the music. As the bass dropped she unleashed wave after wave of pungent, tar-thick spunk, shooting out of her wide-open slit like a fire hose. Nobody in the surrounding crowd was spared from an alabaster shower.
Such a rush, thought the vulture. And yet, it was already over. It made her appreciate the experience all the more; something so short, so valuable? She deserved it. And now?
She'd definitely need to find another snack some time soon…