#wolf pred

So uh, happy Friday I guess. All the vore furs out there, come get y'alls juice.

This was part of a double trade with @luci-voracious-blog

TW: BLOOD, GOOEY DIGESTION, FATAL VORE

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     “Please don’t see me, please don’t see me, oh fucking god, please do not see me!” you continuously begged to yourself as your tiny form scampered across the shadows, flattened up against the cold, stone wall as you did your very best to avoid making any unnecessary noise as you went. You kept a firm eye on the one you would be addressing had your words been vocal, your wishes to escape his intimidating presence growing stronger and stronger each second you spent staring at his comparatively giant frame.

     Mr. Wolf was indeed a convicted criminal, the question of his crime remaining unknown to the prisoner body at large, as he maintained his position of keeping his mouth shut on the matter every single time he was asked. That being said, you weren’t exactly comfortable with being stuck in any prison cell to begin with, much less with someone with such a reputation as his.

     As such, you continued on with your plight, scurrying along inch by inch, making absolutely sure that Mr. Wolf hadn’t seen you each time you moved. Unfortunately for you, however, whilst you could control being seen and heard, the one thing that you couldn’t control was being smelled. This was especially true now, since your naturally nervous state lead to you produce more sweat, a waft that, while in its small quantity on your small body, couldn't’ be detected by every animal with a sense of smell, could indeed be picked up by a wolf’s nose, and right now, that one, simple fact was destined to be your downfall.

     “Hmm. What’s that I smell?” Mr. Wolf suddenly spoke up, his wolf snout twitching slightly as it continued to sniff the air, attempting to pinpoint just where exactly this scent it had detected was originating from.

     The instant reality kicked in, so did your fight or flight instincts. Naturally, you chose flight. If you could just make it to the back wall and scale it, you could leap out the window, leading you on towards freedom and the outside world, but alas, now that you had been discerned, it was already too late.

     Mr. Wolf bends down and, quite easily in fact, grasps hold onto your horrified, sprinting form, securing you tight within his palm’s firm grasp, and ensuring that no matter how hard you struggled, there was absolutely no chance of escape.

     “Well well well, looks like somebody thought they could escape the scene without running into the antagonist!” he begins to tease you as he brings you close to his face. “Thought ya could just juke the system, huh? Well too bad, buddy, because WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD, WHERE THE SYSTEM ALWAYS CATCHES UP TO YA, NO MATTER WHAT!”

     You're not exactly sure what he’s going on about, but at this point, you were way too terrified to ask, and even if you did want to ask, Mr. Wolf’s tight hold on your body made it physically impossible anyway, forcing you to just stay silent and try to not worry much about his words, so you could instead focus on trying your very best to find a way to escape. Unfortunately for you, regardless of how diligent your efforts were to sift out an opportunity, Mr. Wolf consistently remained just a few steps ahead, re-tightening his grip in almost a teasing manner every single time it loosened slightly. His grip was so tight, in fact, that you could’ve sworn that one of your ribs had gotten bruised.

     “Well, the question remains then just what I am to do with you now, I suppose.” Mr. Wolf continues on, pausing for a second to put his free paw under his chin to help him think. “Well then, what was it again that pretty much every single big bad wolf wanted to do if they won?”

     You were honestly completely unable to tell whether he was being serious or rhetorical in that sentence, your body starting to shiver slightly as you began to realize just what the answer to that question was.

     “Oh that’s right!” Mr. Wolf called out after a while. “CONSUME!”

     Flashing a smug, confident grin filled with nothing but gleaming, razor-sharp teeth, Mr. Wolf gives you absolutely no time to let the terror settle in before he opens up his maw, practically tossing your still quivering body within, before instantly slamming it shut with a firm snapping of jaws, the ultiate result of which leaving you nothing short but petrified.

     Mr. Wolf immediately starts to maneuver his tongue around your tiny body, soaking and savoring your flavor onto his taste buds. Naturally, as you had been sweating, your body was sprinkled in a fine seasoning of salt, causing Mr. Wolf to start drooling as he swept over your middle, scooping you up from below. He proceeds to toss you from cheek to cheek for a bit, causing your being to tumble about as it was constantly washed with saliva by the ever-present tongue and tossed up and down.

     Eventually, Mr. Wolf opens up his maw just a little, and launches you towards the exit slightly. For but one second, a miniscule sliver of hope arose in your being that maybe, just maybe this meant Mr. Wolf had been bluffing and that he wasn’t going to eat you after all. Turns out, you were wrong. Painfully, painfully wrong. Literally. As Mr. Wolf shoved you right up against a row of shining fangs, he opens his jaws wider just slightly before it clasped back down onto you, cutting deep into the skin of your arm that had dangled outstretched between the rows just before now. Instantly retracting it back inside, you let out a little yelp as Mr. Wolf encloses you back within the tight confines of the maw so no one may hear you scream.

     As you grasp tightly onto your now bleeding arm with your other hand, a few drops naturally begin to drip down onto the surface of the tongue, causing Mr. Wolf to quiver slightly in overwhelming delight. 

     “Oh, such a sweet, delicate concoction…so delectable and rare…” he begins to ramble to himself as you do your best to ignore the constant, searing pain.

     Now that his fix for blood had been satisfied, Mr. Wolf felt ready to initiate the next phase. Lifting up his tongue once more in order to practically fling you to the back of his maw, Mr. Wolf wastes no time to allow you to crawl back up or even contemplate what had just happened before your upper body was shoved through his gullet with a great gulp. You briefly let out one more cry of agony, for both your arm and your current situation, before yet another gulp reverberates around your ears, allowing the rest of your body to join in with the top half, thus beginning your journey down towards the stomach.

     Mr. Wolf briefly traces the slight bulge you made in his throat before he could feel something rising back up. Releasing all the previously trapped air with a great burp, Mr. Wolf covers his maw instantly and glances around to make sure nobody in the vicinity thought that burp was suspicious.

     Once he knew he was in the clear, Mr. Wolf let out a great sigh and went back to focusing on the journey of his prey. You were just about halfway down now, and at this point you were able to hear the constant pounding of his heartbeat as it valiantly thumped away in his ribcage. You trembled slightly upon hearing this, but what was there to do about it?

     Eventually, a great grumble echoed throughout the enclosed space, signaling to you that at last, you had arrived. Your body is squeezed out through the lower esophageal sphincter and plunges deep down inside Mr. Wolf’s guts as all the air that had formerly resided within took the sudden opportunity to rise up and out, causing Mr Wolf to let out another belch because of it.

     Finally, Mr. Wolf’s stomach let out a great rumble as the acids began to trickle in. They were able to easily sear through your clothes, leaving absolutely nothing between your arm wound and the hydrochloric acid. You tense up and brace for the inevitable, but to your surprise, the inevitable never came. The acids were painless. 

     Still, despite this fact, your body and mind were just as terrified as ever, and as the acids began to melt away at your skin layers, turning them from solid forms to mushy soup, your struggling, desperate body began to thrash and kick within the cramped organ, doing what little it could to hang onto the last dangling thread of hope there still was for survival. All this ended up doing, however, was make the stomach walls shift and churn even more, splashing the acids around and making your digestion go even faster. Your instincts could only keep you going for so long, however, and eventually, once the acids had begun to seep into the deepest crevices of your gooey form, right down to your own internal components, your body at last began to shut down, the color in your eyes growing more and more dull until at last, they began to close, never to be opened ever again.

     Now that you had slipped into unconsciousness, your body proceeded to melt down even further, many skin layers from what was once your physical being having already been homogenized into the mushy soup of chime within the guts of Mr. Wolf; the arrival of the rest of the body eagerly awaited.

     The stomach rumbled once more as the churning became even more consistent. In just a few cycles, the stomach had mashed up what was left of your being into goop, sending that goop into the swirling whirlpool of mush that was its chyme, eventually swishing it around into a consistent mixture. A mixture that would then go on to be pumped through Mr. Wolf’s intestines, fueling the growth of his cells, and ultimately turning you into a part of the very same being that had just so brutally destroyed you.

     Mr. Wolf on the outside rubbed his rather full stomach in pleasure as his tongue lay dangling out his maw. “Isn’t that nice now?” he eventually managed to sputter out through his euphoric pleasure. “The very cells that worked so hard to abide by the law in life, will now go on to break it in death. How poetic.”

     Mr. Wolf gave a satisfied stretch as he glanced around at his prison walls with a cheeky grin spreading across his face. “Yes….” he continued on as he began to rub his paws together. “That sure will be the case.”

Content: fearplay, mouthplay, wolf pred, mouse prey, teasing, hunting, soft vore, fatal vore