just a vore story i wrote with no digestion, a version with digestion will be coming soon.


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You have been asked to take part in a community home renovation project to spruce up the homes in your city, having said yes since you take pride in the town that you live in you get assigned the old house that sits on top of the hill. The place hasn’t been touched in years and the outside is decrepit. You decide that in order to clean it up as best you can you will spend the night in the spooky old house.

As you approach the house with your backpack full of cleaning supplies and repair tools, you look on the porch to see the large amount of repair supplies that the city had supplied and you grab the door handle to go inside to see what damage there is on the inside. As your paw wraps around the knob a voice shouts in your head. “DON’T DISTURB HIM!”. You ignore the warning, thinking it’s nothing more than your imagination from reading too many horror novels, turning the knob as the door squeaks open and you step inside of the house, surveying your surroundings.

The house is very large and seems pleasant, except the thick layers of dust and cobwebs everywhere. You shrug and drop your backpack, deciding to leave the door open so it can air out some and you explore each room of the house, totaling thirteen in all and opening all the windows you find, going into the old style kitchen last and you notice that there is a basement door, you figure there is no harm in exploring down there.

You grab this door knob and again the voice shouts in your head. “DO NOT DISTURB THE REAPER OR YOU WILL DIE!” once again you chock this up to an overactive imagination and open the door, the hinges breaking and the door falling down the stairs as you open it. You shrug and start to walk down them, turning on the light switch at the bottom and surprisingly the lights work, somewhat, and a dull yellow light fills the room and you see a large circle in the center of the room, the circle seems to be drawn with ash, with several lines spiraling to the center, where there is a large black stone sundial. Running your finger up its center piece and you wince in pain and grab your finger and stick it in your mouth, the taste of blood filling your mouth as you realize that you accidentally cut yourself on it. You watch as the few drops of blood slide down the sundial and collect on an overhanging tip and fall onto one of the lines of ash, your blood glowing red for a second before it is soaked up by the ash.

You begin to ponder what these lines are for and you start to walk around the room and eventually decide to leave, starting to walk up the stairs, not noticing that the ash that forms the circle is moving slowly towards the center and collecting. As you walk up the stairs back to the kitchen you hear the front door slam shut and you rush to go open it back up, grabbing the doorknob and pulling as hard as you can you can’t seem to get the door open. Starting to panic you say to yourself. “It’s just a rusted lock and the wind.” You can feel your heart starting to beat faster and you lean up against the door staring into the entry hall and the walls seem to be moving. You blink a few times thinking your eyes are playing tricks on you, but they are not, you watch large bulges move around in the walls, moving to the windows and the windows slamming shut.

You begin to panic, knowing that the windows are your only way out and you rush to another room to try to get out, but each time you move to another room, the windows get shut before you can get to them. Rushing to the last room which is a bedroom you hope that you are not too late, as you enter you see one open window with one of the blobs headed towards it. You break out in a sprint running desperately towards it, ready to dive out it even though your three stories high. As you run you feel the floor below you move and you trip over a rug as one of the bulges moves under it and you fall and stare as the last window closes shut. Quickly getting up and trying to force the window open with all of your strength, but it not budging even an inch, grabbing the metal candle stick on the nightstand and bashing it against the window trying to break it.

As you hit the window as hard as you can a few cracks form and your heart skips a beat hoping for a way out, but you lose all of your strength as you watch the cracks disappear, and you drop to your knees sobbing. As you sob you listen to the walls creak and groan as the bulges move around and it almost sounds like they are laughing. You slowly get up and walk around the house trying to find a phone so that you can call for help, as you walk around the house all the worn out and damaged parts seem to be repairing themselves.

You shake your head. “None of this is real I must just be hallucinating.” You go to the kitchen and turn on the water in the sink and turn on the faucet, splashing water onto your face and it dripping off your fur, as you go to take a second handful of water it stops suddenly. Turning the water off and back on, smoke pours out of the faucet and washes over you and slips under the basement door, which had been repaired like the rest of the house, and you hear a piercing scream coming from the basement and you fall to the floor, covering your ears as your heart beats faster and faster as the smoke completely disappears. You stand up shaking nervously and walk over to the basement door and open it slowly, the dull light casting a shadow of a skeletal figure with the smoke slowly entering its outstretched maw and you slam the door shut, shaking and breathing heavily as your heart practically pounds out of your chest.

You start to whimper as you hear footsteps coming up the stairs and they get heavier with each step and as you try to hold the door shut it is forced open on you and you see a black wolf with smoke merging with him as his body reforms, he is wearing a black suit and he pays little attention to you as he looks around the house, going to each room and you follow him, hoping he will let you go. As you follow him to the bedroom he runs his fingers over the window and you hear him speak. “What year is it?”

You stand up completely and shake, seems like he was just ignoring you and you stutter as you answer. “I…its two thousand and fourteen.” He lets out an angry groan and punches the window, it repairing as it had for you and he seems extremely angry. “IVE BEEN SEALED AWAY FOR SIX HUNDRED YEARS!” he turns to you and eyes you angrily. “You’re the one who woke me up right?” you slowly nod and he smiles. “Then you deserve a reward for your actions. A way for me to thank you for releasing me.” Your heart slows down a little as you breathe a sigh of relief, thinking maybe he isn’t going to hurt you, but your hopes are soon dashed as you hear the bedroom door slam shut and he grabs you and pins you against the wall. “Your reward for releasing me will be, becoming a part of me.” His maw opens wide in front of your face and you struggle against him as you stare into his glowing red maw, stands of saliva stretch between his jaws and his sharp teeth glisten as his maw stretches over your head, his wet tongue gliding over your face and slicking it down. Your muzzle starts to sink into his tight throat as he lowers his head down over your neck, forcing your ears back and you whimper as he murrs at your flavor, his throat glurks as he gulps your whole head into his tight throat, the muscles squeezing your head tight and pulling it further into his deep gullet as his cheeks stretch over your shoulders, his teeth digging in a bit but not piercing your skin. You struggle and feel his hot breath roll down your back and chest as his tongue works thick saliva into your fur and his throat stretches tight as it pulls your shoulders into his gullet, pinning your arms to your sides. With a few hard gulps your chest starts to enter his throat and your head pokes into his tight belly and he grabs your thighs and lifts you into the air, holding you strait above his maw, letting you slide in inch by inch as his tongue works over your belly and he relaxes his throat, and your belly slides in completely, your waist firmly between his jaws and he grabs your ankles when you start to kick.

Holding your legs still he closes his maw around you, letting your legs stick out the corners of his maw and he coils his tongue around the base of your tail, slurping it into his maw as your shoulders slip into his expanding gut and your waist into his throat. The tight muscles massaging you as they pull you in and he slurps up your legs as he wets them down with his velvety tongue. As he reaches your feetypaws he pulls off your shoes and works his tongue over your paws, slathering them in saliva before he gulps them too. They travel down his tight throat and join you in his red belly. As you look at yourself illuminated by the red light in his belly you notice that your cloths are torn from his sharp teeth and you struggle about, pressing out on his gut as he lets out a loud burp that shakes his gut and rings in your ears and you whimper. “Please, l…let me out, I don’t want to be part of you.” he pats his gut as he lays on his bed. “I haven’t eaten in six hundred years, im not passing up a delectable meal like you.” As you struggle you start to lose hope as the air inside his belly gets staler and you start to slip in and out of consciousness, hoping and praying that someone will rescue you, or he will let you out.