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COMMISSION - The Best Nights...
There were some nights when the music seemed just right. Where it danced delicately through the air, or crackled and roared with the soul of thunder. When it could fill you from the bottom of your feet to the tips of your ears and you could lose yourself to it. This... was not one of those nights.
And Jackal /knew/ the night. Her fur was midnight black. Even her hair was sleek and dark as the hungry void itself. It was hunger which filled her tonight. Poured through her, hollowed her out. A great, empty, hollow abyss wishing to be filled. On second thoughts, demanding to be filled. The slender jackal leaned against the wall of her favourite bar. She came here now and then to meet with friends to dance and sometimes to let the sweet taste veil of alcohol wash merrily across her. She didn't have a friend with her tonight, but dressed in a form fitting boob tube and denim shorts that could barely be little more then panties she was sure she'd make one or two.
A buff, toned fox had been winking at her the entire evening. He was a dull creature. His attempts at conversation were feeble at best and she imagined that somewhere in his years playing sports he'd substituted a helmet for a brain. He wasn't ideal, but once sufficiently drunk he'd do nicely. And so she kept his company, kept his wandering gaze entertained by her body, and kept his glass full.
* * *
Some time later Jackal strode from the nightclub, the fox stumbling after her. She drank in the sight of the intoxicated vulpine. Muscle rippled under his fur, visible beneath his skin tight shirt. He wore a dopey grin and had hopeful eyes. She'd promised him a place for the night, and so was leading him through the dark urban streets towards her home.
After a moment Jackal stopped, her last steps echoing along the walls of the backalley they stood in. It was lit by a lonely street lamp some way away, and decorated by bags of garbage and the occasional overfull bin. The fox – Jackal hadn't caught his name, stood up for a moment and looked around.
"Where'ssh your home 'gain?" He slurred, squinting as though he might have missed it among the trash bags and the bins.
"I promised you a place for the night, we'll get to my home, but before then I want us to be... comfortable." Jackal replied, striding up to the drunk jock. She pressed a paw against his chest and he watched it, confusion blooming across his face even as she pushed. He fell over like a tree, hitting the ground with about as much impact. 'Mmm... he's a heavy one...' Jackal thought, a smile creeping across her muzzle. This was what tonight was all about... what every night should be about.
As the fox lay on the ground blinking, stunned by the fall and still reeling from the alcohol, Jackal explained her plan. She spoke as she removed his shoes, and started to undo his pants. At first he thought he might get lucky then and there. He was wrong.
"You see... normal food just doesn't do it for me. It wasn't enough to want someone big inside me... I wanted them /inside/ me..." The distinction wasn't one the fox grasped immediately, but his eyes widened as she picked up both of his feet and swallowed them easily. His footpads became slick with saliva as they started the journey down her throat.
"What... what are you doing?" He asked, fear creeping into his voice. Icy needles began to stab at his heart but he was too far gone to the drink. Too far gone. Her jaw was up to his waist in what seemed like seconds. Her tongue dragged through his fur. He was slowly disappearing inside of her. Jackal's stomach was now starting to balloon. Initially she looked slightly pregnant, and then she simply kept growing. Her belly spilled over her waistband, bloating outwards with every inch of fox that was devoured. The jock's paws tried to pry her jaws apart, tried to find some leverage with which to pull himself free, but he was clumsy. His muscles disobeyed him, and his fingers slipped. Soon his paws were guided firmly into her mouth, and her jaw was finally free to close over his shoulders. In his last looks at the Jackal's eyes he saw no sympathy. Nothing but a grin. A jackal's grin. Wide, with jagged teeth that - despite his groans and complaints, his whimpering and muffled cries for help, he was glad she wasn't using those teeth on him.
As she swallowed the last of him, her tongue moistening the fur of his face, Jackal stood up. It was a difficult task, bound to be when you have as much stomach as she did. She looked bloated. Like a massive, writing balloon was attached at the waist. Or had consumed her waist. But beyond that, she look satisfied.
"Simply delicious..." She licked her lips and patted her still moving stomach.
"Help! Let me out!" The jocks cries were muffled, she could only really hear them when she focused on it. She took delight in hearing the panic that drove his voice.
"I think not... You're not going anywhere..." Groaning, full to bursting and enjoying it very much, Jackal lifted her own stomach as much as she could just to see it flop back into place. Yes. Tonight had been a very fulfilling night. And whilst in her current state she might raise suspicion by going back to the bar... tonight... she didn't need music to fill her soul. Tonight, she was satisfied.
Commission for
cows of their beautiful jackal character post vore... <3
Lots of nice tummy lumps x3
Character copyright to Cows
Picture copyright to meeee
Lemme know what you think <3
And Jackal /knew/ the night. Her fur was midnight black. Even her hair was sleek and dark as the hungry void itself. It was hunger which filled her tonight. Poured through her, hollowed her out. A great, empty, hollow abyss wishing to be filled. On second thoughts, demanding to be filled. The slender jackal leaned against the wall of her favourite bar. She came here now and then to meet with friends to dance and sometimes to let the sweet taste veil of alcohol wash merrily across her. She didn't have a friend with her tonight, but dressed in a form fitting boob tube and denim shorts that could barely be little more then panties she was sure she'd make one or two.
A buff, toned fox had been winking at her the entire evening. He was a dull creature. His attempts at conversation were feeble at best and she imagined that somewhere in his years playing sports he'd substituted a helmet for a brain. He wasn't ideal, but once sufficiently drunk he'd do nicely. And so she kept his company, kept his wandering gaze entertained by her body, and kept his glass full.
* * *
Some time later Jackal strode from the nightclub, the fox stumbling after her. She drank in the sight of the intoxicated vulpine. Muscle rippled under his fur, visible beneath his skin tight shirt. He wore a dopey grin and had hopeful eyes. She'd promised him a place for the night, and so was leading him through the dark urban streets towards her home.
After a moment Jackal stopped, her last steps echoing along the walls of the backalley they stood in. It was lit by a lonely street lamp some way away, and decorated by bags of garbage and the occasional overfull bin. The fox – Jackal hadn't caught his name, stood up for a moment and looked around.
"Where'ssh your home 'gain?" He slurred, squinting as though he might have missed it among the trash bags and the bins.
"I promised you a place for the night, we'll get to my home, but before then I want us to be... comfortable." Jackal replied, striding up to the drunk jock. She pressed a paw against his chest and he watched it, confusion blooming across his face even as she pushed. He fell over like a tree, hitting the ground with about as much impact. 'Mmm... he's a heavy one...' Jackal thought, a smile creeping across her muzzle. This was what tonight was all about... what every night should be about.
As the fox lay on the ground blinking, stunned by the fall and still reeling from the alcohol, Jackal explained her plan. She spoke as she removed his shoes, and started to undo his pants. At first he thought he might get lucky then and there. He was wrong.
"You see... normal food just doesn't do it for me. It wasn't enough to want someone big inside me... I wanted them /inside/ me..." The distinction wasn't one the fox grasped immediately, but his eyes widened as she picked up both of his feet and swallowed them easily. His footpads became slick with saliva as they started the journey down her throat.
"What... what are you doing?" He asked, fear creeping into his voice. Icy needles began to stab at his heart but he was too far gone to the drink. Too far gone. Her jaw was up to his waist in what seemed like seconds. Her tongue dragged through his fur. He was slowly disappearing inside of her. Jackal's stomach was now starting to balloon. Initially she looked slightly pregnant, and then she simply kept growing. Her belly spilled over her waistband, bloating outwards with every inch of fox that was devoured. The jock's paws tried to pry her jaws apart, tried to find some leverage with which to pull himself free, but he was clumsy. His muscles disobeyed him, and his fingers slipped. Soon his paws were guided firmly into her mouth, and her jaw was finally free to close over his shoulders. In his last looks at the Jackal's eyes he saw no sympathy. Nothing but a grin. A jackal's grin. Wide, with jagged teeth that - despite his groans and complaints, his whimpering and muffled cries for help, he was glad she wasn't using those teeth on him.
As she swallowed the last of him, her tongue moistening the fur of his face, Jackal stood up. It was a difficult task, bound to be when you have as much stomach as she did. She looked bloated. Like a massive, writing balloon was attached at the waist. Or had consumed her waist. But beyond that, she look satisfied.
"Simply delicious..." She licked her lips and patted her still moving stomach.
"Help! Let me out!" The jocks cries were muffled, she could only really hear them when she focused on it. She took delight in hearing the panic that drove his voice.
"I think not... You're not going anywhere..." Groaning, full to bursting and enjoying it very much, Jackal lifted her own stomach as much as she could just to see it flop back into place. Yes. Tonight had been a very fulfilling night. And whilst in her current state she might raise suspicion by going back to the bar... tonight... she didn't need music to fill her soul. Tonight, she was satisfied.
Commission for
cows of their beautiful jackal character post vore... <3Lots of nice tummy lumps x3
Character copyright to Cows
Picture copyright to meeee
Lemme know what you think <3
Category Artwork (Digital) / Vore
Species Jackal
Size 834 x 947px
File Size 641 kB
Apologies for being so late with a proper thanks on this wonderful piece, but, well, here I go~
So first off I'd like to comment on the background. It has a wonderfully enclosed feeling to it and the details such as the small brick lines really give it a much more realistic feeling. Also quite enjoying those trash bags, helps to set the mood as well and they look quite nice, quality is wonderful and doesn't detract from the picture. Also shirt quite fits the description of her large meal~
Onto the lovely lady herself I really do love how you've portrayed her. The coloring you've given her fur is really beautiful, particularly loving the attention to light with the bulges, it really gives them such a nicer feel. Also quite enjoying how thin those shorts of hers are looking~ the tear shows quite well how thin they really are haha. Legs are really looking nice and strong, perfect for all that heavy lifting she does. Moving up the effect you've given her top really does a nice job of showing off her lovely assets, but the wrinkles and creases in the top them-self combined with the light, give it such a wonderful and realistic feeling. Big bushy tail is looking phenomenal, can't say I've ever wanted to snuggle up against one so much as now~ I really feel like the head or face should be seen as the most important part of any character, and I'd really like to say I love how you've done hers. The hair-work you do is simply stunning, it really looks like so many individual strands, and the slight parting of the bangs in the front just adds a layer of beauty to it. The rest of her hair is looking long and lovely, and that shine is definitely not ignored. Ears are flufftastic and the small stud you've given her really is perfectly done.
Just overall, thank you for a beautiful commission, and story, which I feel accurately portrays her, having only given you a bit of info about her. I'd really say you're a fantastic writer, in addition to an amazing artist.
So first off I'd like to comment on the background. It has a wonderfully enclosed feeling to it and the details such as the small brick lines really give it a much more realistic feeling. Also quite enjoying those trash bags, helps to set the mood as well and they look quite nice, quality is wonderful and doesn't detract from the picture. Also shirt quite fits the description of her large meal~
Onto the lovely lady herself I really do love how you've portrayed her. The coloring you've given her fur is really beautiful, particularly loving the attention to light with the bulges, it really gives them such a nicer feel. Also quite enjoying how thin those shorts of hers are looking~ the tear shows quite well how thin they really are haha. Legs are really looking nice and strong, perfect for all that heavy lifting she does. Moving up the effect you've given her top really does a nice job of showing off her lovely assets, but the wrinkles and creases in the top them-self combined with the light, give it such a wonderful and realistic feeling. Big bushy tail is looking phenomenal, can't say I've ever wanted to snuggle up against one so much as now~ I really feel like the head or face should be seen as the most important part of any character, and I'd really like to say I love how you've done hers. The hair-work you do is simply stunning, it really looks like so many individual strands, and the slight parting of the bangs in the front just adds a layer of beauty to it. The rest of her hair is looking long and lovely, and that shine is definitely not ignored. Ears are flufftastic and the small stud you've given her really is perfectly done.
Just overall, thank you for a beautiful commission, and story, which I feel accurately portrays her, having only given you a bit of info about her. I'd really say you're a fantastic writer, in addition to an amazing artist.
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