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Bingo and I had a lot in common. We both had an affinity for the written word. We were both inexplicably blue, and as a result of that, we were both always easily spotted by predators. As the prince I had to be careful not to wind up in bellies too often, but Bingo was all to eager to take the dive down any throat he could. So when I pounced on him this afternoon, he didn’t put up a fight. As soon as my mouth was around his fluffy little head, he started to cram his arms in too. I smiled as best as I could with my mouth full. He made a game of it, which made me feel less guilty about using a friend as a temporary meal. I was just hungry, and a slippery little mustelid seemed like an easy fix for my growing predatory lust.
I sucked him down quickly. Head, shoulders, torso all gulped down by my greedy throat. I lapped at his navel, sucking in his flavors while his wriggling body glided over my tongue. I clamped my jaws around his rump and then started to slurp him faster. His rudder of a tail wobbled back and forth with glee, and I heard him chuckle in my throat. I placed one hand on my flat stomach and swallowed. His thin short form curled up inside me with ease, distending my gut over my lap. The feeling of fullness calmed my voraciousness, and I leaned back, savoring his gentle squirms as he made himself comfortable.
“Urrrrrp! Excuse me, buddy. Hope you don’t mind me indulging in you.”
“Not at all,” the Otter called back. His voice was faint beyond my taut wall of muscle, but I could hear him just fine. “I’ve been WONDERING when you’d finally take a taste of me!”
I smiled and rubbed the bulge that his head made. “Urrp!” I chuckled at his preyish antics. “Silly Otter. Nothing quite like an eager snack though. Hope you like my belly in the meantime. I think I’ll keep ya inside for a while actually.”
He wriggled back and forth, settling his spine along the curve of my gut. “Keep me as long as you like, Mr. Lion.”
I smiled and massaged my stomach. It was so full that it hurt a little bit, but the mild discomfort was tolerable. I just had to make sure I let out my friend once my hunger haze died down a bit, before my system could gurgle him away, but knowing him, I bet he wouldn’t mind if I did make him a part of me. I tilted my head, imagining a permanent swell on my stomach. A layer of Otter pudge might not look too bad on me, and it would save me the trouble of having to fetch dinner later…
Gift Art for my pal
Prey. He's one of my favorite writers not just in the vore/furry community, but ever. His work has inspired so much of what I've created for years, so I wanted to return the favor somehow. I thought giving him a grand tour of a Lion would be a nice gesture. And he never has to leave if he doesn't want to.
Art and Dajan by me.
Bingo the Otter by
I sucked him down quickly. Head, shoulders, torso all gulped down by my greedy throat. I lapped at his navel, sucking in his flavors while his wriggling body glided over my tongue. I clamped my jaws around his rump and then started to slurp him faster. His rudder of a tail wobbled back and forth with glee, and I heard him chuckle in my throat. I placed one hand on my flat stomach and swallowed. His thin short form curled up inside me with ease, distending my gut over my lap. The feeling of fullness calmed my voraciousness, and I leaned back, savoring his gentle squirms as he made himself comfortable.
“Urrrrrp! Excuse me, buddy. Hope you don’t mind me indulging in you.”
“Not at all,” the Otter called back. His voice was faint beyond my taut wall of muscle, but I could hear him just fine. “I’ve been WONDERING when you’d finally take a taste of me!”
I smiled and rubbed the bulge that his head made. “Urrp!” I chuckled at his preyish antics. “Silly Otter. Nothing quite like an eager snack though. Hope you like my belly in the meantime. I think I’ll keep ya inside for a while actually.”
He wriggled back and forth, settling his spine along the curve of my gut. “Keep me as long as you like, Mr. Lion.”
I smiled and massaged my stomach. It was so full that it hurt a little bit, but the mild discomfort was tolerable. I just had to make sure I let out my friend once my hunger haze died down a bit, before my system could gurgle him away, but knowing him, I bet he wouldn’t mind if I did make him a part of me. I tilted my head, imagining a permanent swell on my stomach. A layer of Otter pudge might not look too bad on me, and it would save me the trouble of having to fetch dinner later…
Gift Art for my pal
Prey. He's one of my favorite writers not just in the vore/furry community, but ever. His work has inspired so much of what I've created for years, so I wanted to return the favor somehow. I thought giving him a grand tour of a Lion would be a nice gesture. And he never has to leave if he doesn't want to. Art and Dajan by me.
Bingo the Otter by
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Vore
Species Lion
Size 1098 x 1280px
File Size 634.8 kB
Ah wow, dude! This is incredible! Thank you so much! Besides loving lion predators, you've captured one of my many favorite positions to be in (out of - admittedly - ALL the possible positions; each of which is my favorite at that moment, heh). But I do have a special fondness for this as it is quite reminiscent of one of the earliest vorish drawings I encountered (and one I still "refer" to on a regular basis! *ahem* ). Thank you; this is excellent! :3
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