
*Commissioned, not drawn by me.
In this world, the meek and weak tend to get a lot of attention in bars. Not to mention those who enjoy the prospect of being swallowed whole by someone strong and handsome love bars as well. They might not drink as much as the bars here on regular earth, but here they are also refered to as watering holes for the very willing and the hungry. The question now is, who will get Nero? Will it be Vex or Vector... Will they share? One gets him in their belly this hour and this one that hour? Swallow and regurgitation all night? Pressed between two scaly bodies? One way or the other he will find himself back on the base as a large belly bulge, don't worry though he won't be digested. What would the fun be in that? To feel something squirm inside of you as you go about your day is better then some inactive pudge any day.
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anonyartist
In this world, the meek and weak tend to get a lot of attention in bars. Not to mention those who enjoy the prospect of being swallowed whole by someone strong and handsome love bars as well. They might not drink as much as the bars here on regular earth, but here they are also refered to as watering holes for the very willing and the hungry. The question now is, who will get Nero? Will it be Vex or Vector... Will they share? One gets him in their belly this hour and this one that hour? Swallow and regurgitation all night? Pressed between two scaly bodies? One way or the other he will find himself back on the base as a large belly bulge, don't worry though he won't be digested. What would the fun be in that? To feel something squirm inside of you as you go about your day is better then some inactive pudge any day.
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Category All / Vore
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Oh you know, cuddled up and close to that soft fur, feeling that cold dark nose nosing at the shoulder. Perhaps feeling the gentle caress of the fangs as the wolf mouths softly at the skin. Then comes the feeling of the leathery paw pads on bare skin, slurping of ear lobes... then darkness as the maw closes over the head and shoves it into that dark tunnel of flesh. Spending the night curled inside a wrinkled room of flesh and waking up the next day as the head just breaks out of the wrinkled pucker between those fuzzy cheeks. Soft silky fur caressing the side of the face as the prey boy is pushed out just before breakfast.
Oh you know, the thought of some giant blue wolf lumbering through a city sniffing at the air for my scent as I watch him atop of one of the distant buildings would be such a thrilling thing to experience... cause eventually that large dark nose will eventually lead him to me.
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