A Foxy Little Snack
This is he first x rated story I have ever completed. Its short but sweet.
It is packed with HARD VORE, CHEWING, MUTILATION, DIGESTION AND SNUFF.
If that sort of thing makes you uncomfortable then you shouldn't read it.
A Foxy little Snack
Terrance sat huddled in the corner of his plastic container. He had been there for some time now, possibly even a few days. He had originally been part of a group of about 15 but one by one he watched as his friends were taken. He had some idea though of what was happening to them. The life of a micro fox was a pretty grim one. You were farm raised to adolescence and then sold as a novelty or foodstuffs to rich furs. He was part of a shipment bound for a high end grocery store.
He was, in what would amount in human years to 17 years old. His body was lean and subtle, partially from a controlled diet and continued escape attempts. His fur was golden and shiny and kept well groomed as of late for a lack of anything else to do. He could do nothing at this point but wait for the inevitable.
Then it happened. He felt the Tupperware prison shake as it was lifted out of the pantry. He slid around on the smooth surface inside and tried to get some footing, but to no avail. His heart started to beat fast as he saw the lid peeled back by a young male wolf. If circumstances were different Terrance might have found him to be quite attractive. He was cut, with well defined muscles and had a handsome, yet boyish face.
The wolf reached into the container and grabbed Terrance holding him in a firm grip. The tiny fox struggled but being only about 3 ½ inches tall he couldn't do much.
The wolf didn't even acknowledge his efforts but simply carried him back to the couch where he had previously been sitting.
Terrance's heart was pounding and he was panicking. He had to get out of there or else end up like the others. He tried to bite and claw at the larger animal but his skin was too tough to be affected. All he managed to do was loose a depressingly large amount of energy. The wolf lazily grabbed the remote with his free paw and flicked the channel to some cartoon about a stupid cat getting terrorized by some dogs. Terrence decided to save what remained of his strength and just stilled himself in the seemingly massive fist.
Then the moment he had been dreading came. The wolf lifted the fox to his mouth and with one fatal flick tossed Terrance's little body into his waiting maw.
Terrance made his move immediately but it was already too late. The fang lined jaw closed around him. He pounded at the gums and teeth but this only served to entertain the wolf who stifled a little giggle as he opened his jaw again to begin chewing.
Micro foxes are a delicacy, and the entire experience of eating one is to be savored. A true conesouer looks for ones that look like they can put up the best struggle and have the fortitude to last the longest, and unfortunately for Terrance, he was a good specimen.
Terrance struggled for his life as the wolfs tongue began to maneuver him around in his mouth. He tried biting and scratching again but he was so worn out from before he couldn't have managed much eve if he had been big enough to hurt the wolf. His heart sank as he saw what was about to happen. His body was pinned against the side of the wolfs mouth and the jaws clamped down with a loud crunch. Terrance screamed in pain as his left foot was sheared off at the shin by the sharp teeth with the sound of his breaking bones echoing around him. Whimpering and crying in agony he reached for the stump only to have the jaws come down again removing both of his hands. His mind was on fire he knew that he was intended as food but had no idea how horrible this fate was going to be. He continued to struggle for his life hoping against hope that he might be able to save his battered body from further mutilation.
The wolf, now tasting the blood that was gushing from Terrance's injuries, smiled as the injured little fox continued to move. Normally his food gave up around this point and resigned them selves to certain doom, not this time. Terrance groped desperately at the tongue of the animal trying to somehow get away from the rows of jagged teeth that he feared were about to end his existence.
He was right.
The tongue forcefully moved him into position again and the teeth came down, this time on his right leg and tore it off at the upper thigh. He cried out again pleading with the wolf and whatever gods were listening to make it stop.
The wolf loved it when they did this. He waited a few moments before continuing his meal. Those moments lasted lifetimes for Terrance as the searing pain enveloped his body. He closed his eyes and tried to think about something else. As he did so that fatal tongue moved him again, his struggles so feeble at this point, but he was still moving. The jaws clamped down again this time impaling him through the stomach with a k9.
Terrance gasped; the wind knocked out of him and looked at the giant fang puncturing his torso through to the other side. He tried to scream but all that came out was a shaky gasp and some of his own blood. He wept; he knew this time that there was no way he was making it out of this alive. The wolf felt his little treat give up as the taste of blood filled his mouth. He let the little fox contemplate his lot in life for a few more moments.
Terrance's body was in so much pain at this point he felt like he would rather be dead. The hole in his stomach was leaking his life's fluids at a rate so fast he began to feel dizzy and disoriented. He began moving again. This time he wasn't aware of what he was trying to do, he was simply fallowing instinct.
The wolf grinned as his meal became active once again but knowing how much blood he lost he wanted to finish him off while he was still able to feel it. Terrance felt the jaw lift and even more pain as the fang was withdrawn, leaving behind a hole so big Terrance could see his own entrails still working away in its depths. His body was moved yet again and this time he let it happen praying that it was the end.
The jaw came down again on his throat and touched the sharp point of a tooth to it. The wolf was enjoying this and teased him, pressing down slightly and letting up again a few times, just enough to break the skin but not do any real damage. Terrance cried out in his misery, his blood soaked fur matted to his body. He begged for the final plunge that would grant him sweet release.
The wolf feeling the little foxes struggles begin to weaken as death neared decided to end his little game and savor the taste of living blood as he killed his prey.
The jaw lifted one final time and descended on Terrance's neck and severed his head from his body. As his head was removed a sense of ease settled over him, he had done his part in this little game and had been rewarded with the bittersweet freedom of death. His mind finally faded to black.
The wolf knowing his fun was now over, swallowed what remained of Terrance's body sending its pieces toward his stomach were the flesh would be boiled off the bones by his potent acids and the once beautiful fox would become nothing more than fuel for his television watching.
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