#mlm vore

Wolf marches quietly through the underbrush of the planet, his hand tense on his blaster and a cocky grin on his face. This was it. Finally, he was going to be able to grab M.cCloud and end this..!

It wasn’t just Fox, though. F.alco was here as well. He shot down both of their ships and they managed to get away from him for a moment…but he finally traced them here to this planet. They must have crash landed here because there’s been an SOS signal coming from it for days now. It was weak and Wolf knew no one else was going to find it. So he just had to wait the two out...make them spend a few days stranded until he knew they’d be weak enough to take down...

This rivalry will finally end in his victory. Once he finds them, he’ll take them both down! He’s tracked them to a nearby clearing now. He’s almost there. Soon, he’ll—!

…hold on…what’s that sound?

Wolf pauses, his ears perked up and twitching. It’s strange…like a weird, sloppy squelching sound. He takes another few steps closer, staying behind a bush and peering out from between the branches. Wolf’s eye widens as he finally sees what’s happening.

GLLLRK! SHLLLRP! GUUUULP!

In the clearing are two air wings and their pilots. They look worse for wear, dirtied and disheveled from their time on the island. Although Fox was the only one that could be made out.

Fox was on his knees with his head tossed back. Drool drips down his chin as he works to hungrily scarf down his meat of choice. His hands tightly grip F.alco’s legs as they try to kick, while Fox’s jaws gnaw over his ass in an effort to get him in deeper.

GLLLLRP!

Another wet swallow comes from Fox, sucking F.alco in deeper. His stomach is bulging out of his torn shirt, shifting with F.alco’s arms and head as he tries to thrash around. His voice is muffled by the stomach walls so Wolf can’t make out what he’s saying, but he can still tell it’s nothing pretty.

SHLLLRK!

F.alco sinks deeper with a wet slurp, his thighs sucked down Fox’s gullet. It’s just his lower legs left. Fox firmly plants his hands on the bottom of F.alco’s feet and shoves down hard.

SHLLLLLR—GLRCH!

The last of F.alco is gone in an instant. Slurped down the hatch…and then a final hard swallow to suck his feet down. Fox’s gut surges forward with a wet slosh as F.alco is roughly crammed inside. The predator huffs and falls back onto his ass, his hands pressing into either side of his stomach.

“BUUUUWWWWWWOOOOOOORRRRRRPPPPPP!!!!!”

Fox tips his head back again as a nasty belch rumbles out of him, a couple of blue feathers puffing out of his maw as he does. A muffled shriek comes from F.alco down in his gut, who starts to thrash and kick around wildly as the stomach walls clench down hard on him.

“Haaah..~” Fox lets out a deep sigh, his tongue lolling out of his maw. He sits back against his airwing, kneading his hands slightly into his stomach. “Y’know, F.alco, you almost tasted like chicken.” More muffled shouts follow, with F.alco shoving around inside of Fox’s stomach.

Wolf finds himself unable to move at all, just watching. This is his perfect chance. Fox is full and defenseless, F.alco is completely out of the equation, he could take what he wants. But...he can’t take his eyes off of this.

Fox keeps kneading into his stomach, pressing down on any bulges F.alco makes in order to wrangle him into place. “I don’t want to hear any complaining. It’s your fault we’re stuck here without food.”

Have they not been able to hunt anything or find edible vegetation? It’s not like Wolf knows what the two have gone through in the week he left them on this planet, but it sounds like it wasn’t an easy time. This really is his best chance--maybe even his only chance--to take down Fox. But...he just wants to see how this plays out first...

F.alco keeps kicking and shouting and thrashing around for a few minutes before Fox seems to grow tired of it. He huffs and wraps his arms around his stomach. “Alright, you don’t feel like settling down? Then we do this the hard way!” He starts to squeeze his stomach while flexing it. F.alco shouts as he’s squished down even tighter, the bulges detailed enough that Wolf can see how pissed off F.alco is. There are a few seconds where nothing seems to happen before...

KRRR--CRNCH!

Wolf’s ears shoot up as he hears that wet crunching sound clear as day. It’s soon followed by a very loud shriek coming from F.alco. He writhes around weakly, screaming out muffled sounds that are almost certainly strings of curses. Fox lets go of his stomach, giving F.alco more movement space. But he’s not moving as much now.

“Sorry, was that your arm?” Fox asks. “What’d you say when I twisted my ankle because you made me explore that cave in the dark? Oh yeah...quit whining so much!” He plants his hands on his stomach and shoves down hard.

CRRRRACK! “BWWWWWAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRPP!!!!”

F.alco screams again as something else folds under the unrelenting pressure. Another heavy belch blasts out of Fox, more feathers puffing out of his maw. He pants softly after, slowly slurping along his muzzle. Wolf can vaguely tell that F.alco is screaming Fox’s name at this point and even hear the desperation in his voice.

Fox seems pleased to just relax now, leaning back against his airwing while he slowly rubs along his stomach. F.alco is slack now, only offering meager twitches. His voice sounds strained even while muffled, and it’s getting even harder to make out as Fox’s gut churns and gurgles deeply.

“Hey, don’t worry so much,” Fox says while lazily picking his teeth. “When I tell P.eppy and S.lippy why you didn’t make it back, I won’t mention how you lost your blaster in a river or ate my rations because you were so confident we’d be out of here overnight. I’ll tell them you died valiantly taking down Wolf while I took his airwing.”

...huh? Wolf’s ears perk up again when he hears his name, and it takes him a moment to realize that Fox is looking right at him. It makes his fur stand on end...and even worse, a blush starts to burn on his face. That look on Fox’s face...it’s not the anger of someone who’s been bested or the despair of someone realizing they’re going to lose like he imagined.

It’s the glare of a hungry animal that’s spotted its next meal.

Fox beckons Wolf over with a finger, slurping over his lips. Wolf bears his teeth for a second, trying to figure out when and how Fox noticed him. It takes himself a moment to notice that he’s stood up and started walking towards Fox, moving entirely on instinct.

That smug, dangerous grin on Fox’s face makes Wolf want to...urgh, he should want to rip it off but it’s...making him feel something else instead. Once he’s in front of him, Fox gestures for Wolf to stoop down, and he does.

“Start rubbing,” Fox says simply. “Once F.alco is dead, I can fit you in. Is your airwing nearby?”

Wolf swallows dryly and nods. “That way.” He gestures in the direction he came from. What the hell is he doing..? He’s the one who should be speaking with that cocky, domineering tone. So why is it Fox...and why is it working..?!

“Good. Then get to it.” Fox leans back more, folding his arms behind his head. Wolf stares at him for a few seconds before he relents and begins to knead his hands into Fox’s stomach.

“Wmmlf?!” F.alco’s muffled voice can almost be made out. Wolf would love to taunt F.alco right now. He’s always been as annoying if not more so than Fox. But Wolf can’t seem to think of anything snarky to say at all. The only thing he can think is...will Fox really eat him when he’s done? His tail starts to wag the longer he thinks about it.

...

Fox grunts and wiggles a bit as he has to really squeeze himself into the seat of Wolf’s airwing. It’s certainly not built for fitting two people...well, three, but F.alco is a lot more malleable now. The real struggle is fitting Wolf’s bulky form in white it’s so tightly curled up in Fox’s gut.

It takes some effort, but he finally manages to get settled. Something pops in his stomach, making Wolf yelp and twitch. He’s crammed in roughly, pressed against the walls and control panels so he has almost no space to move with.

Fox stifles a belch into his fist, patting his gut with his other hand. “Sorry for the tight squeeze, Wolf. But I really gotta thank you for all of this. If it weren’t for you...I think we would’ve kept being at each other’s throats for the rest of time. It was about time we settled this once and for all...”

Wolf lets out a low groan, feeling hazy. He’s soaked in stomach juices and slurry that used to be F.alco. His body is cramped and twisted uncomfortably, one of his arms dislocated after being shoved too hard. It’s too hot and everything is sore and the smell is unbearable. This isn’t right...it’s not how it was meant to go...so why...isn’t he angry about this..?