Psuedosubservience
Here's a new little ditty about an all new, vore-centric character! His name is Ezra, he always wears a teal string tie and he always eats people. Oh, and he likes paws.
Edit on April 2, 2014: I changed Ezra from a wolf to a lynx, it seems much more natural for the character.
Ezra the lynx grinned as he readied himself for his first - and last - day at his new job. He had to admit, the custom-made uniform he had donned looked devilishly handsome. It was a typical three-piece suit with a stylish angular blazer that looked smart, yet edgy. The fabric was interwoven with high-tech elastic polymers of his own design, to allow for any sudden stretching that may occur. A teal string tie completed the look - a feature that Ezra incorporated into all of his disguises. Everyone needs some kind of trademark clothing, after all. He tested the shirt with a tug and it could indeed stretch out to great lengths and take back its original shape in a snap. This was very good indeed, since Ezra was getting awfully hungry. The lynx worked for a specialist agency of questionable legal status, who weren't friendly to people who didn't pay back their debts. Ezra's job was to bring them in for some friendly questioning and where better to put them than in his stomach? There was no way they were escaping that way! He rapped at the large door with the brass knocker and it was soon answered by a kindly-looking lioness. "Miss Richton, I presume?" "Yes, that's right!" she said. "And you are?" "Ezra, your new hired help." The lioness' demeanour changed as she realised she wasn't speaking to some kind of adoring fan. "Oh, of course. You might as well get to work right away. My husband just returned from work and I'm sure he'd appreciate some hot tea." Ezra growled under his breath and set off, grabbing a tray of tea pre-prepared by the maids and taking it through to the parlour next door. His target Charles Richton sat in an armchair, still wearing heavy boots and looking totally drained. "Busy day, sir?" He didn't open his eyes. "Very. I'm sure I've never felt so tired. I say, who are you?" "Ezra, sir. The new hired help. I'm here to do whatever I can to make you feel relaxed once more." "Good show, chap. Come and help me take off these damned boots, would you?" Ezra set down the tray on a table and fell to his knees, gripping the boot and tugging as the lion tugged his leg the other way. With some huffing and wriggling and tugging both boots were finally off. The lion wasn't wearing any socks and Ezra couldn't help but gawk at the perfectly pedicured feline paws. He was here to do a job, but...he thought he might as well indulge himself a little bit. Kneading his thumbs in circles into the rubbery pawpads, Ezra elicited groans of approval from the lion above him. The pawpads were delightfully squishy and soon Ezra couldn't help burying his nose in amongst the lion's tired toes. The light scent of a hard day's work only riled Ezra up more and he let his tongue slip free, dragging it up the narrow soles of the lion's feet, one after another. "I-I say..." said Charles, shuffling in his seat. "This is highly unorthodox..." Despite his
verbal protests he didn't move his feet away from Ezra's tongue at all, letting the lynx's lithe feline tongue slither between his toes and clean all the tension from his feet. "H-Hey now! I think that's enough, chap..." There was little time left now and Ezra knew he had to accelerate his plan. Opening his jaw as wide as he could he pulled the lion's feet into his maw together, his tongue flicking playfully over the pawpads as his stomach began to growl. The lion was still letting out his stereotypical aristocrat protests as Ezra gulped to get the feet to squish into his throat, making his neck bulge and throb softly. The lion's shins and legs were easy to slurp down like spaghetti and Ezra couldn't help but murr softly as he felt the feet pass into his stomach. He had to quickly tug his string tie off and throw it aside to give his throat more room to grow. The lion had a taste that Ezra could only describe as being rich. The lynx used his hands to pull the lion's hips past his lips, swallowing forcefully to keep his prey down. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming in his oesophagus and before long it spread to his belly, small bulges popping up now and again as the lion thrashed his feet. It was no use however and soon Charles found his head disappearing into the mouth of his new hired help, saliva coating his face and easing his passage down into the dark of Ezra's guts. The lynx sat there for a moment and bathed in the afterglow of his meal, his belly grown huge, but still covered by the shirt. The feeling of being so full he could barely move was the best feeling in the world for him and it only ever got better with each prey he devoured. He pulled himself to his feet and sighed happily as his belly sagged down near his hips, still bulging all over as the lion thrashed helplessly. After putting his string tie back on, he set off to hand in his prey to his superiors. The wife wasn't best pleased, but once Ezra had handed her the paperwork there was nothing she could do. People who've been naughty get devoured by agents like Ezra and now Charles Richton knew this all too well.