One Way: Vore Ending
#2 of One Way
Vore ending to "One Way"
Murring softly, the wolf let himself slide completely off the seat, so that he was kneeling on the floor in front of the fox. "But you missed some." The fox glanced from his dripping, unspent cock to the lupine sitting between his legs, thinking the wolf might try to suck him off now. Unfortunately, the wolf was planning something a little different. Reaching up, the wolf grabbed the back of the foxes head and pulled it down until their noses touched. "Here, let me help you with that."
Pulling down more, the wolf ran his tongue across the splatter of cum on the fox's snout, slurping it up. However, he didn't stop there. Instead, he kept licking, bringing his wet tongue down over the side to the fox's muzzle, leaving a dark trail of slobber behind. Although the fox would was about to try protesting again, anything he would have said was effectively prevented when the wolf opened his muzzle and roughly shoved the fox's head into it. Before the canine had even the smallest chance to react, he swallowed, pulling the thin vulpine snout into his throat.
This was his favorite part of playing with his prey. At that moment, he knew the fox's mind was racing to figure out what was happening. As he usually would, he sat and waited for the fox to realize that his head was about to be sucked into the wolf's throat. Once he understood that, it only took another few seconds for him to realize that where his head went, the rest of him would follow. He was about to be eaten alive.
Right on time, a burst of adrenalin rushed though the fox's body. Even with the strength that gave him, he didn't have the power to pull his muzzle free of the wolf's grasp. The lupine waited until the fox's tugs died down to roughly tearing the fox's shirt off his body. Once the fabric was gone, he swallowed again, easily pulling the vulpine's entire head into his gullet.
Even if he hadn't been forced to, the fox would have flattened his ears against the back of his head. With his muzzle securely shut, he couldn't even scream. The wolf's throat was constricting him. He couldn't move and he couldn't breathe. Surely something as tight as the pulsating tube around his head couldn't possibly fit his shoulders or the rest of his body. He whined softly, but couldn't even hear it himself. Even this much should have been impossible.
Hearing his stomach beg to be filled, the lupine opened his jaws. Thinking his was his chance, the wolf's prey tried to yank himself back, only to find the wolf hungrily stuffing more of him into the confining throat. After another quick swallow, he could feel the wolf's tongue on his stomach; his shoulders definitely fit.
Just before the wolf proved he would have no trouble fitting, the fox was able to take a much-needed breath. This, however, only served to resharpen his senses. He knew that he was mostly upside down, now. At this point, the awful taste of cum in his muzzle was of no consequence. He was vaguely aware that he was kicking his legs, but they only seemed to be hitting the seat.
The wolf waited for the fox to calm down again before tilting his head back and swallowing once more, using gravity to let the fox slide in until the fox's still-dripping cock was pressed against his tongue. At the same time, he could feel his meal start to enter his stomach, meaning that it might stop growling. He grinned as best he could and started lapping at the fox's member, making the fox's squirming increase. Bringing his paws up, he used one to pull the fox's pants and shoes off, and the other to play with the fox's tailhole again.
The fox felt the swallow coming before it happened. When the wolf tilted his head back, a thought raced across his mind, telling him he was done for. A moment later, he was pushed deeper into the wolf. For a second or two, he thought he might have been saved, when his nose hit something that stopped his trip downward. However, the pressure built around him as more of his body entered the wolf's esophagus, until the resistance gave way, turning into nothing more than an exceptionally tight ring of muscle. Another thought crossed his mind, this time saying that his head was about to enter the last place he'd ever be conscious in.
He breathed in, but immediately regretted it. Although there was enough oxygen in the wolf's stomach to keep him from suffocating, it burned his throat and lungs, making his eyes tear. As his entire head made it through the ring, he realized that he could move it around. With his ears now freed, he could hear a loud gurgling sound in addition to the rhythmic beating of the wolf's heart. He screamed again, but only managed to hurt his own ears.; he was sure the wolf couldn't here a thing. All he could do was sit and wait for the wolf to swallow again, feeling saliva dripping of his nose.
Once he stopped moving, he realized that his arms were completely pinned. He could move his paws around somewhere near the back of the wolf's muzzle, but there was nothing there to grab. All he could do was kick his legs, until the wolf grabbed them, stopping that, too. Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, he felt something against his tailhole. A second later, a sharp pain ripped through his body; the wolf was shoving his fingers into his rear.
The lupine didn't waste much time shoving his fingers into the fox. Although he really enjoyed the squirming it caused, he would rather enjoy the feeling of a full stomach. With another forceful gulp, the vulpine's cock slid over his tongue, until it, too, entered the wolf's throat.
The fox sighed in relief, feeling the fingers leave his ass, only to shriek and continue his futile squirming, feeling himself sliding even deeper. As his shoulders made it through the sphincter, his head pressed against a fold of flesh, which easily moved out of his way. As his nose pressed past it, though, it was pushed into a pool of hot liquid. Just as it was went in, though, the wolf stopped again. Strangely, he could still feel the wolf swallowing around him, even though he wasn't moving. Eventually, he realized why; he could faintly feel the wolf's paws around his ankles, keeping him from going any deeper. The reason for this wasn't apparent, until his eyes went wide and he moaned out. Without even realizing it, the wolf had brought him up to and over the edge, making his cock twitch and spasm just above the entrance to the stomach.
Once the fox's body went stiff, he wolf let his ankles go. Letting gravity do the rest of the work, the lupine moved one of his paws to his throat, feeling the fox's knees slide past. Once the fox's ankles hit his lips, he stood up and turned, sitting back in the seat. By keeping his muzzle pointed upward, the rest of the fox slid down into the wolf's gullet, until just the white tip of his twitching tail was left. A second later, that, too, disappeared, never to be seen again. Now being able to bend his neck again, the wolf looked forward, checking that the driver was still oblivious to what had just had happened. Convinced that he didn't have a clue, the lupine slumped against the window, feeling the fox's feet slip into his stomach to join the rest of the vulpine curled up in his gut.
After he started to cum, the fox lost track of what was happening. He was remotely aware that his shaft had entered the large flesh sack, causing his own seed to rain down on him. Once his orgasm abated, he became aware of a strange tingling in his nose and lips. With his entire head submerged in the pool of fluids in the wolf's stomach, his struggles once again changed from feeble attempts at escape to equally pathetic attempts to breathe. Eventually, his nose hit what he recognized was the bottom, forcing him to turn his head and twist around, back toward the surface of the small puddle. Before he was out of it, though, he was forced to inhale the liquid, only to cough it back up a moment later.
Now able to breath the thin air in the lupines' cavernous stomach, he became aware that the faint tingling was starting to feel much worse, approaching a burning pain. Almost agonizingly slowly, the rest of his body, completely coated in saliva, joined him. Just as slowly, the once-large sack was getting more and more cramped, until it was downright uncomfortable. With his mind in a muddled state, he felt knees pressing against his nose and his feet slipping through that ring, permanently sealing him in. He whimpered quietly to himself as the burning got worse, turning the whimpers to cries of pain. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was aware that he could feel more of his cum splattering out of his cock onto his head, but that awareness slowly disappeared as he drifted to sleep, taking the pain of being digested away with his consciousness.
As usual, the wolf's hardon didn't flag as he consumed his meal. Once the fox was neatly tucked away inside his gut, he reached around the large, twitching bulge and grabbed his wolfhood. Although the squirming in his stomach was good, nothing compared to working his dick to the last struggles of his dinner. Just as the fox's movement had nearly stopped, he grunted and humped up into his paw. The lewd sloshing sound that came from his stomach was enough to set him off for a second time that night; this time, though, his load landed on the back of a bus seat, rather than in the muzzle of a tasty fox.