The Gulpin' Vulpine - A Zootopia Vore Story

Written by PsychoVyse

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Her peaceful reverie was suddenly interrupted by a knock on her door.

“Coming Nick!" Judy called out as she hopped off the bed and hurried the few paces to the door.

As she unlocked it, and began to turn the handle, the door suddenly burst inwards, hitting her head with enough force to knock her onto the floor. Her face felt like she had been punched by a bear, and her head was ringing from the impact as she sat on her ass as she watched someone who looked like Nick step into the open doorway.

“Nick…is that you?" But it wasn't Nick at all. In fact a tall, curvaceous vixen, clad in a standard blue ZPD uniform stood in the doorway with one paw on the door and the other on her hip in a confident manner as she looked down at Judy's body with keen interest, her lips glistening with the build up of saliva.

If Nick was a vixen then this would be what he probably would have looked like, even down to the same orange fur colour, eye color, and height. The sleek, blue ZPD uniform accentuated her curves, her perky breasts especially stretching the material of her blouse. Her legs were just as long as Nick's, the trousers hiding her toned thighs and pert round ass compared to Nick's more softer profile.

The vixen was called Velvet, but to those who know her reputation knew her as an assassin for hire called the “Gulpin' Vulpine", a rather worrisome nom de plume for anyone that she set her sights, or stomach, on for obvious reasons. She has never been known for her mercy, let alone for any kind of discretion, she was hired for one thing, and one thing only, and that was to make a statement.

What better statement was there than to find that your friends or loved ones had been reduced to a steaming pile of shit and bones, sometimes as you were forced to watch before she ate you too. She doesn't like loose ends.

So while Judy was still disoriented the vixen lunged forwards, her strong legs propelling her onto the prone Judy, pinning the rabbit to the ground with ease. She straddled Judy, her weight pressing down on the smaller animal, her paws holding Judy's wrists above her head. The vixen then used one of her legs to kick the door shut behind her, giving the entwined pair some much needed privacy from prying eyes and nosy neighbours.

“I'm not Nick, “Carrots". I'm your worst nightmare." the vixen declared with an ominous sadistic glee to her sensual purr directly into Judy's eyes as drool dripped down from her sweltering maw. The use of Nick's per name for her was evidence that this intruder had some prior knowledge of their relationship, and it wasn't just some random predator looking for a quick bunny snack.

She was sure as hell not going to let some hungry vixen get the best of her. But however hard Judy squirmed and struggled, the vixen's grip was unyielding. Judy saw with a growing terror that the fox began to lean down towards her with that ominously open maw.

“What are you doing?! Let me go!" The only response Judy got was a slow, agonizing lick across her face, the fox's smooth, warm tongue leaving a trail of drool across her cheek and a foetid scent of some minty mouthwash trying to mask a lifetime's diet of meat. Possibly from prey just like her, Judy thought, with a cold sinking dread as she tried to squirm away in disgust.

“Mmm, you taste delicious my dear," the vixen purred, her voice low and husky as she savoured the unique flavour of her panicking victim. She always found that tasting unwillingly prey got her hot and bothered.

“Ugh! Stop that!!!" Judy cried out in disgust to no avail into that smelly maw as it suddenly opened much wider just inches away - the foul stench from before was much worse the closer she got to its source. Judy stared in horror at the vixen's oesophagus and the abyssal passage that led down to her stomach, somewhere Judy feared she would soon end up if she didn't do something, anything, to save her life.

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