Vore-For-All: Rin The Raccoon
A somewhat self-destructive raccoon finds himself bogged down by a large gator.
So I was in the mood for some vore, so I wrote some vore. Don't ya love how that works!? This is just a quick story I wrote in about an hour, I'm sure it's rife with issues and grammatical mistakes... which I can fix later.
I had the idea of creating this scenario, you know, bunch of boys scattering and all but one of them destined to meet a most pleasantly unpleasant end, with the thought that more of these boy's fates would be written out in similar short pieces.
Want to see one of your boys join the raccoon? Send me a note. These will be written when I feel like it and I won't charge ya to feature your character. I'll even let you tell me what kind of vore you prefer (except anal, sorry) or if you'd rather your boy fall victim to one of many potential dangers that come with being naked in the wild.
Enjoy!
The bell rang clear in the hilltop clearing. The sounds of nervous chatter began to die as an alligator in a red tracksuit made his way up a short flight of stairs, a microphone waiting for his address more patient than the menagerie of boys that followed the gator's movements with their eyes.
The gator paused, knowing they wanted him to speak; they wanted more time to prepare themselves but he doesn't oblige them.
"Go" all he said. The clearing erupted into frantic movement as boys of all sizes and species began to bolt. They didn't move in any one direction and in a matter of minutes only a few stragglers remained. One of those stragglers, a raccoon boy, chose his direction and finally began to move. His body shook with the mixture of adrenaline and fear that had gripped him when he'd first volunteered himself for this little contest. The shade offered by the trees as he stepped beneath their foliage did nothing to help him control those shivers.
Thirty boys had signed up for the challenge and though some had already begun to regret their decision, the raccoon hadn't. Within the play area lay several different eco-systems, each with their own benefits, dangers and predators. Today twenty nine of those boys would become intimately knowledgeable of those dangers, and in particular, those predators. There were no rules save to survive and that was exactly what each boy was focused on. The raccoon, who called himself Rin, had chosen a path which brought him down the side of a steep hill. In the distance he could see and hear the movements of others who had chosen this direction and a momentary flash of competitive furor erupted in the 'coon's mind. Mild-mannered as he was, the boy couldn't help but hope he got to see a few of his opponents meet their ends. As nude as he was, he made no effort to conceal his black-fleshed shaft as it slowly grew to attention between his thighs.
_ 'Oh, how delightful it would it be to win_' Rin thought as he pushed branches out of his way. The going had grown tougher as he'd moved further down that hill, the soil beneath his feet becoming thinner and more precarious as the incline grew steeper. The sounds of the others faded from the boy's ears and as he listened to his surroundings the raccoon failed to notice the end of the hill until his foot had sunk down into a layer of wet, warm muck. The dry crumbling soil of the hill gave way quickly to the fetid dampness of a swamp, and Rin had no choice but to enter it short of climbing the hill once more. The viscous goop squished between the raccoon's toes as he began to wade his way away from the safety of dry land. Reeds bobbed lightly around him as a breeze danced through their sun dappled stalks. It was peaceful down here, only the buzz of insects catching the boy's ears as he looked about. He didn't slow as he basked in the soft sounds that surrounded him, but he allowed his thoughts to drift. Once again mental images of boys becoming lunch, or being eliminated by the natural hazards of the play area, filled his mind. A paw dropped to stroke over his stiff cock as he walked, the ebony member throbbing by the time he reached a thin shelf of more solid ground. Muck coated his feet right up to his upper shins, but the raccoon didn't seem to mind.
"Perhaps I'll stay here for awhile" he said quietly to himself, Rin's muzzle split in a smile that defied the situation he was in. Nor did it fit the situation he would find himself in soon. Lost in his own thoughts the boy had failed to notice the alligator which had crawled from the safety of its waterside mud-hole, the lure of food too much for it to ignore. The gator's squat body slipped through the mud towards the silent and thoughtful raccoon with little more than a whisper of mud squishing between its toes. Rin didn't know what had hit him as a sudden impact against the back of his legs brought him to his knees. His cock bounced in front of his belly as a second hit put him bellydown on the swamp floor.
"What the--" he began, rolling over onto his back only to find himself staring into the hungry eyes and hungrier maw of a large male swamp gator. The sight drew a cry from the boy that no doubt anyone nearby would have heard; any who heard that cry likely just grinned as they assumed one of their competitors was no longer a concern. Had Rin heard that same cry he would have been no exception, but for now his concern lay with the hungry gator bearing down on him. Trying to scramble back to his feet the boy was easily knocked back down as the gator's saw-tooth filled mouth simply snapped shut around his legs. Teeth dug into the raccoon's skin but the boy was far too frantic to notice the pain, his back arching as he tried to drag the damaged limbs, but to no avail. The wet, pink lining of the predator's mouth was like a cushion to his legs and even as he pulled back, more of him went in. His cock throbbed with an adrenaline fuelled need as Rin watched himself become lunch for the hungry gator, and the gator simply stared back at him with those piercing, cold eyes; the raccoon was nothing but meat to the 'gator and the raccoon's distress was paid little heed.
He needed to escape. Rin knew that if he didn't act now he wouldn't get another chance. The boy's paws lifted, pressing against those jaws as the gator simply moved forward, dragging more of the raccoon between them. He could feel the warmth of the predator's tongue slap against his thigh, brushing the 'coon's balls and drawing an unwanted moan from between the boy's lips. His arms shook as they held the gator's upper jaw open but the sheer power of the gator was enough to simply lift the half-eaten boy from the ground as the monster's head reared back. Rin's cock slapped against the roof of the gator's mouth and in doing so, it sealed the boy's fate. Another short cry escaped the raccoon, pre-cum welling down the length of his shaft and mingling with the foul smelling salvia which coated his lower body. His shaking arms gave way as a lance of pleasure pierced upwards through his belly, the gator wasting no time in closing its jaws once more
"Help!" cried the desperate raccoon, his feet finding the warm ring at the entrance to the gator's belly. More of him disappeared, trim belly vanishing between those teeth-lined jaws and the prick of a tooth against his sensitive stomach elicited a throaty "Ah!" that even the raccoon could hear a morbid pleasure in. His cock ached as his paws pushed at the snout growing closer and closer to his face, the tight confines of the gator's body ensuring every inch of the doomed boy's member was stroked and ground against. He could feel the pressure building, every inch of his body demanding he surrender to that need even as his mind commanded him to focus. As with most boys, the raccoon's body quickly gained the upper hand as he found himself rutting into the ridged roof of his predator's mouth. What came next was inevitable. Up to his chest in gator, the raccoon could feel the heat of the larger male's body coursing through his own, body heat only accentuating the self-destructive lust the raccoon felt. When he came, the raccoon's whole body showed it. His paws pressed against the mossy ground beneath himself as the boy's cock began to pulse his sticky-sweet seed over his own devoured belly. The gator didn't seem to be impressed by it, but the raccoon couldn't help but squirm and thrash in the throes of his orgasm. His fur was already sticky with saliva but even so he felt the streams of cum which painted him. Even as the gator's jaws slipped over his head, the raccoon couldn't help but sigh as above him the twinkling sunlight filtering through the treetops was replaced with the moist, pink lining of a predator's maw.
"Shit" he thought as he felt his arms, held out straight above his head, be pulled in. Soon he was encased in gatorflesh, the steady heartbeat of the satisfied predator filling his ears as he squirmed and moaned. The scent of his spent lust lingered amidst the stench of the gator's innards and it was this odour that filled his nose as the raccoon found himself slipping into the gator's belly-proper ... "How long...?" he thought. How long would he remain conscious in the womb-like comfort of the gator's belly? "How Long?" the thought struck him again but even as his lungs burned with the need for air the raccoon continued to squirm and push against the lining that surrounded him. The end came quickly, too quickly for the raccoon to enjoy it properly, but it came nonetheless.
The gator slid back into the muck from which it had first crawled, its swollen belly making it hard for the predator to move swiftly but eventually it had trundled itself back to its hole. There was no fanfare for the raccoon's elimination, there was no need for it after all; out there, somewhere, twenty nine other boys had unwittingly just taken one step closer to victory.