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It was Friday night, and Ruslan couldn’t decide whether he’d actually go out or not. The thought of going to any club was already daunting, a vore club seemed like a step up. He was ignoring the TV, looking at his phone showing the main page of a nearby vore club, a thumb switching from that to a map showing the route: less than twenty minutes away. The big sabretooth tiger with rust-colored fur sighed. He’d found there was a whole vore community online, along with locations to meet in person. He only discovered this after the fact of getting like three different hookups slurped down his cock. He was curious what kind of things fans of such a kink would get up to when it wasn’t accidental. More vore? It would be a brand new experience, and it could be fun. He could also look like a fool, at his age. Many of the users seemed to be younger than him. “Fuck it.” He got up, started a shower. He could get ready to be at the club in a few hours. ##### The dance lights, dance music, dancers themselves, all joined together in a bawdy orchestra of thumping bass and grinding bodies. One could take a break from the smell of alcohol and sweat, the bright multicolor lights, by hanging out in the smoker’s patio where they could instead inhale vapor or smoke from the patrons using such vices. Flynn, a fox with a dark red, dark gray and almost black fur, with lighter beige fur on his front. All contrasted by bright burning orange markings surrounding his face, reappearing under his mantle along his back, down to his tail. He was a striking figure in the hard to see lighting of the club, helped by the choice of thin and lax clothing. Finally, the blue glow necklace around his neck marked him as prey. The bouncer would explain it to anyone who asked: blue for prey, red for predators. Switches get green. His appearance brought him attention, wanted and unwanted. He could take care of himself though, gracefully rejecting any oncomers with ease. Sometimes, though, guys just wouldn’t get the hint to leave him alone. A wolf was one of these guys—wearing a red necklace and once again getting too close. Flynn wasn’t so nice this time. “I told you, fuck off.” “Aw, c’mon. I know you wanna choke on my knot. And you smell so tasty.” The wolf said, rubbing his crotch and sniffing the fox’s ears. Flynn rolled his eyes and turned to leave. This angered the wolf, who grabbed his shoulder. Flynn wheeled around, ready to shout obscenities at the prick. But he didn’t have to. The wolf’s face was covered entirely in one rusty red paw. Its owner, a large feline, turned the wolf forcibly to face him. “He said to fuck off.” His voice was a gravelly threat. He released the wolf, who huffed then sulked away. Flynn stared at the large feline. The wolf was barely a head taller than himself, but this sabretooth tiger was a little more than twice his height. If he stared straight ahead, he wouldn’t even meet his waist. Ruslan was no stranger to dealing with creeps. He nodded at the fox, and headed to the bar. Flynn admired the large feline, both his form and his attitude. He wore white cargo shorts and a white button-up covered in a pattern of blue flowers, along with a glowing red necklace. He followed him. “Hey. As a thank you, why don’t I buy you a drink?” “Ah. Well, sure.” The drinks were prepared shortly, the two of them eyeing each other in silence until the glasses arrived. A colorful, fruity smelling cocktail for the both of them. “Do you come here often?” Flynn asked, taking a sip. “This is my first time.” They had to speak up to be heard over the music. Flynn’s ears perked. “Hang on, let’s go outside a bit.” He took Ruslan’s much larger paw in his own, and guided him through the crowded interior. The outside patio was quieter, the air soaked with the unpleasant smell of cigarette smoke and vapor. The pair found an empty bench to sit in. “So what do you think?” Flynn gestured around. “It’s… interesting. Not much different from other clubs. Honestly I was considering going to the vore convention happening next week instead.” “VoreCon? For your first event, before you’ve even met people?” “Uh, yeah-” “No no no. No. For your first, it’d be far too much. It’s like… a hook up with far too much alcohol, you’d hardly remember who you ate.” Flynn paused. “You have eaten before, right?” “Uh, technically?” “What’s technically?” Flynn smirked, taking another sip. Ruslan wasn’t sure how lewd he was allowed to be, even in this private establishment designed around such encounters. Most the iconography and posters he saw plastered on the walls featured mouths and bellies full of prey: oral vore. He’d never done that, he’d only had people swallowed by his cock. “It’s… complicated?” He winced, knowing that wouldn’t satisfy the fox’s curiosity, and took a gulp. Maybe once he got more drunk he wouldn’t be so goddamn shy. A bright look in Flynn’s eyes as he guessed what the sabretooth tiger meant. “I’ve gotten shoved into dicks before. Is it that?” “Uh, yes actually,” Ruslan nodded his head, somewhat surprised. Flynn was already attracted to the sabretooth tiger’s large size. Sitting down he didn’t seem as large, but he still had to look up to meet his eyes. Looking down, he imagined the size of the genitals contained within the big cat’s shorts. “That’s really hot. How many times?” “Honestly, it feels like most of them, all of them, were accidental. If those count, then… three?” “Not bad! It’s pretty rare to meet someone who can do it. Even more rare they’re as handsome as you.” Flynn felt warm as he leaned on Ruslan’s arm. “Yeah! Er… I can’t say the ones I’ve had have been as eager… or cute.” Ruslan ventured his arm down Flynn’s side to pull him closer. “Well, hey. Maybe you wanna do it on purpose?” The fox’s paw drifted over Ruslan’s thigh. “On purpose… with you?” “Yeap!” His paw squeezed Ruslan’s thigh. “Maybe I can show you a trick or two from a professional.” “A professional, huh?” Ruslan chuckled, then downed the rest of his drink. The spicy rum lent a gruffness to his voice. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go back to my place.” The pair stood, Flynn finishing the rest of his drink. The two paid their tab and hailed a ride. They stood on the sidewalk outside the club. “It’s a chilly night, eh? Won’t matter much once I’m tucked away inside you.” Flynn hadn’t left Ruslan’s side, sticking by the large tiger. For his part, Ruslan smiled, though he couldn’t deny feeling his crotch get a little tighter. The fox’s flirts didn’t stop once they were in the backseat of their ride. “I’m trying to remember the last guy I tried it with. His cock was short but really thick, it was like going through a doorway rather than a tube.” “Right.” Ruslan glanced towards the front of the car. The driver looked disinterested, focused on the road and just getting through the shift. “-plus, I don’t know how to explain, since you’ve never actually been the one inside the balls before, but the feeling of utter warmth and surrender is like nothing else.” Flynn continued. “I think I understand.” Ruslan blushed, stealing another glance at the driver. Talking so openly about cock, no, cock vore while someone else potentially uninterested in it could listen in. His mind was embarrassed, but his cock was turned on. When Flynn finally paused to ask him a question, it was the silence Ruslan noted first. “Do you prefer head, or feet first?” “Uh, it doesn’t matter, I’ve done both.” “Oh? You just like the feeling of your cock stre-” Ruslan interrupted him, a paw on his head turning Flynn’s snout towards his own, giving him a deep kiss. Ruslan enjoyed what he was saying, but the driver was right there. Perhaps the kiss was too much as well, but his mind didn’t hang on to it for long, thanks to the drinks. And thanks to the fox groping over his bulge. He nearly pulled his pants down for an early introduction, but they’d already arrived at his house. Ruslan invited the small fox inside. “Home sweet home. Make yourself comfortable.” A modest condo unit, with utilitarian furniture, and a few personalizations scattered throughout. “It’s nice. Better than my apartment.” “Would you like something to drink?” “I’d rather get right to it, handsome.” Flynn pulled on Ruslan’s arm to bring his head down, kissing his lips once they were in reach. Ruslan kneeled down so he wasn’t bending over uncomfortably, using his large paws to bring the little fox into a loving, deep embrace. His tongue searched out Flynn’s, easily filling his mouth. He imagined how his cock would fit in such a space, with Flynn making the same quiet moans as he was with his tongue. He was so small he could just pick him up. And so he did. Easily hefting Flynn up, Ruslan carried him to the couch, settling down gently into the cushions so as to not break their kiss. Foreign drool coated Flynn’s mouth, the bigger cat’s saliva overflowing his own. He moaned as he grabbed at anything, paws getting handfuls of Ruslan’s shirt. When they parted, Ruslan licked his lips. “Let’s get you unwrapped,” he said. Though his fingers were bigger than Flynn’s arms, they deftly pulled at his shirt with no trouble. Those same hands hefted him up to do the same to his shorts, tossing the clothes away to reveal the fully naked fox, only the glowing necklace remained. Ruslan leaned in and hooked it between his fangs, letting Flynn feel his hot breath and those sharp teeth on his fur. Ruslan pulled, hearing the plastic clasp snapping, then tossing that away too. His hands roamed over the fox’s fur, feeling so soft in his hands, appreciating the pattern. His cock throbbed in the confines of his shorts, knowing that same fur would soon be soaked in his seed. “Would you like an introduction to your new home?” He teased. Flynn nodded, and was moved down to the floor between the big cat’s legs. Ruslan’s claws were about to undo his shorts, but Flyyn stopped him. “Wait!” he said, hands coming up to hold Ruslan’s. “Can I do it instead? To… savor the reveal?” Their eyes met: one pleading, the other recognizing just how much they could satisfy each other. “Okay, since you asked,” Ruslan replied. He took his hands away, and allowed the fox to undress him. Flynn undid his shorts, hands dipping into the waistband to pull them down. Ruslan helpfully lifted his waist up. His cock, half-hard, flopped into sight, laying across his thigh. Flynn tracked its movement, eyes going from its tip, down the shaft, and towards the balls. The testicles were, comparatively, huge, and wouldn’t need to stretch much to fit him. His destination for tonight, right in front of him. “Go on, put your hands on it,” Ruslan grinned down from above, watching as Flynn took in all the details of the cock that would take him in. Flynn responded, hands brushing over the shaft, up to the tip and down the sheath. It throbbed warmly under his touch, growing to full hardness. It was longer than his torso, well-equipped for the job of sending prey down. He explored the sac, the heavy balls needing both hands to lift, the testicles difficult to keep in his hands when they would just slide around in the sac. They must’ve been quite full of cum. The fox’s soft paws on his junk felt wonderful, Ruslan almost forgot to think about how they might feel slipping into his tip. But he’d let him have his fun for now. He didn’t mind taking his time, especially since this little fox seemed just right for the job of filling his balls. Flynn moved up onto the couch, straddling one of Ruslan’s thighs. He could hug his cock to his chest and lick at the tip. It was far too large to put in his mouth, but he would make out with it like he would a lover. The salty taste of precum spurred him on, tongue lathering the mix of pre and drool around the tip. His ears flicked as his work drew out a pleased grunt from Ruslan. A hand at the back of his head added some pressure, and the grip forced him to keep making out with the entrance into the urethra. The heady musk invading his nostrils made his eyes roll back. His snout squished into the hot depths of Ruslan’s cocktip. It spread easily around his muzzle, and with a grunt, Ruslan started pushing him further in. The lips travelled up his face, taking in his whole head. Flynn was definitely the largest prey Ruslan would attempt taking into his cock, and it excited him. He wanted to feel his sensitive dick stretch. He adjusted his hands on the fox’s body, lifting him easily up while his head was captured in his tip. The shoulders were next, and he took it slow. Easing his prey down, his head wiggling as he felt him lick the walls. The shoulders dimpled into his spongy tip, the entrance inside stretching slowly until, finally, Flynn slipped inside. It would be smooth sailing now. Ruslan pushed him further down, that wonderful stretch he craved with the underside of his cock beginning to bulge out. Each automatic and uncontrollable throb would squeeze the fox inside, disallowing any movement in its fleshy hot grip. Ruslan continued lowering Flynn down by hand until more than half of him was slurped inside. He felt the fox’s muzzle more than halfway down his cock, only his waist and down remaining outside. He relished in watching inches of the fox disappearing into his tip, the weight now fully on his erect cock, serving to pull him deeper in. He would flex, acting as a swallow on the prey inside, the tube opening up and allowing Flynn to sink faster until the walls came back to hold him. With half-closed eyes, Ruslan bit his lower lip while he watched Flynn’s legs sinking into his cock tip. The entrance into his cock relaxing as it didn’t have to stretch as open, until just the tail remained. The fox in his cock was sliding nicely down the tube, the bulge in his cock sinking into his crotch, shifting the ring of his sheath and the top half of his sac as he went by. He felt the muzzle turn and squelch into his prostate. He imagined how wet and humid the inside of the organ was as it squeezed around the fox, dousing his fur in fresh precum. Once the fox’s tail disappeared inside, he leaned his head back, eyes closed, and moaned. A hand crept down his belly, resisting the temptation to touch himself. The fox travelled through his prostate, into the tight tubes leading to one of his testicles. He briefly bet on him landing in the left testicle. He grinned when Flynn began to spill into his right. Didn’t matter too much that he got it wrong. Flynn’s weight shifted in his crotch, stretching his prostate with his passage, making him moan some more into the dark room. Finally he felt the fox finish abusing his internal tubing, slipping free of it and gathering up in his balls. He relaxed his toes, realizing he’d been clenching them. “Fuck, pup. Really put me through the wringer with that.” He couldn’t make out the fox’s response, only hearing muffled words and the shifting movement inside his sac as Flynn made himself comfortable, or something. It felt incredible. He slowly stroked his erect shaft, precum—now free of the clog—freely dribbling down from his tip. He wondered if he should try cumming now, or maybe just edge for a bit. Go to sleep and keep the fox for the night, stewing in his balls. He liked the thought. Flynn said something else he couldn’t make out. “Yeah, uh, I can’t actually hear you at all down there. Just know you felt amazing going down, and I bet you’ll feel just as good coming back out.” He leaned over—gut pushing into his cock—to rub a hand over his enlarged balls, focusing on the enlarged right side where Flynn resided. Knowing the fox’s whole world was condensed into tight musky darkness, contained entirely inside him made a growl thrum from his throat. He leaned back, cock reminding him how turned on he was. He began to stroke it again, thinking he might as well just cum. The responsible part of his mind pinged him though, and he realized he’d rather not make a mess in his living room. With a sigh, he gently lifted himself from the couch, the fox in his balls tugging them down, making for a pleasant sensation. The weight swayed from side to side as he walked to the bathroom to grab a towel, and as he went to his bedroom, his hand had wrapped itself around his shaft once more, slow jerks all the way up and down. The bed was soft beneath him as he sat at the head, legs spread to let his balls some room between his thighs. He purred as he jacked off, paws slick with precum while his other roamed over his belly and chest, even teasing at his nipple. The purring turned to pants, soft grunts as he felt the pleasure rise further, past the passive high of having prey in his sac, and towards a proper orgasm. “Gonna let you out soon, little guy. Just give it a bit more, and I’ll have you shooting all the way back out.” His hand moved slightly faster now. Moans and slick flesh-on-flesh filled the bedroom. He was past the point of no return now, the tingling in his balls enhanced from the large presence in his right testicle. He felt the pleasure grow as a knot in his crotch, his recovered prostate quivering up until his entire body felt slack and taut all at once. His entire reproductive system kicked into gear, clenching and throbbing throughout his groin. He felt the fox get squeezed, but his mind was empty of all thought aside from how it felt. Too lust drunk to tell what part of the fox was winding its way back out of his sac and into his prostate, just a vague stretching and weight shifting through, the locus of his pleasure as it went by. The fox happened to be coming back up paws first, so the bulge reappearing in his cock was slight at first. But the rest of the fox’s body came back up, pulse by pulse. The tip drooled, no cum in sight, only plenty of the clear pre. The bulge slipped under Ruslan’s fingers, travelling quicker now, until he emerged from the tip. He yowled in pleasure as those paws pushed forth, wiggling for a grip. One the fox didn’t need, as he was pushed out by the continued pressure of the orgasm, his head and chest emerging in the next two throbs. He gasped, absolutely soaked in sabretooth tiger cum. Ruslan came down from his high, orgasm winding down with only Flynn’s legs in his cock. He slowly extracted himself from the cock, cum leaking and glorping out of the tip to cover him some more. His own load was most certainly lost in the off-white cream surrounding him, so much of it leaking over the towel and onto the blanket. “Fuck…” “Fuck!” They both said. “Hah, yeah… let me just catch my breath. Then we wash you off.” Ruslan sat up, chest working to fill his lungs, and his heart beating in his ears. He closed his eyes and leaned back with a groan. “That felt really good.” Flynn hummed. He’d tried wiping his eyes, but didn’t get much off since his paws were likewise doused in semen. Soon enough, he felt Ruslan tug at the large towel he lay on, carrying him. The sound of the shower turning on, and then warm water flowing over him. Ruslan’s large fingers rubbed over his head, clearing away his mess. Then he worked down, rubbing away the globs of cum from his mane, shoulders. Down one arm and then the other. His chest, then his back, graceful wipes over his crotch and butt, then down each leg. With the majority of the cum now draining away, Ruslan next went to using some of his own shampoo. Flynn hummed again, pleased at the gentle treatment from Ruslan after the ordeal of getting devoured by his junk. The soapy stuff was scrubbed into his fur, lathering up into suds, along with the lovely scent. He smirked, realizing he’d either be marked by the scent of the tiger’s seed, or his chosen fragrance. With Ruslan standing in front of the shower head, only the water he allowed to flow down over his shoulders or down his arms would impact the fox, so as to not be too harsh. Once his entire body was gently massaged with the shampoo, however, he gently picked him and put him under the water, letting it rinse away the suds. He continued to rub over and scrub his fur, making sure to get it all inside out. Then he let Flynn bask in the clean warmth a moment, before turning it off. He grabbed a second towel, only drying himself off enough to not drip, then stepped out of the shower stall and gestured to Flynn by holding it open. “Come on,” he said. He wrapped Flynn in the towel as he stepped into it, rubbing over his body once more to dry him. “Alright, you keep drying yourself off as best you can, I’m going to change the sheets.” Flynn started. “It’s… alright if I spend the night?” Ruslan looked at him funny, halfway through the door. “I would prefer it. But I won’t keep you, if you don’t want to.” “No, no. I accept, thank you.” Flynn was grateful. He was quite tired after the experience the night had put him through. Ruslan nodded, pleased. The bed was remade. Ruslan ran a fur dryer over Flynn to remove any remaining dampness. His fur had a fresh clean shininess to it, making Ruslan wonder if his seed had some kind of cleaning qualities. He was pleased both by the idea of testing it out, and by the thought of the fox being his test subject. The big cat pushed Flynn to bed, running the dryer over himself next. The sheets were cool as the fox climbed into them, and he didn’t even realize he’d had a micro sleep when his head hit the pillow. The next thing he knew was the presence of large man climbing into bed behind him, the warmth at his back and the comfortable weight of his arm draped over his middle. Ruslan was comforted by having the cute fox as a bed mate, a feeling both new yet familiar, and the two fell fast asleep.