
Look how innocent and happy she is. These aren't the eyes of a man-eating killer, those are the eyes of someone who wants to pull you onto a couch, lay on top of you and watch shitty movies on Netflix. The thought of people's flesh being added onto her perfect flanks is absurd, how could you possibly see people slipping beyond those soft lips that were CLEARLY made for smooching and making out? It's unthinkable, just like the idea of a skeleton floating around inside her stomach, belonging to some poor, unfortunate fox she met a few nights prior. PUH, if she WERE to meat a fox, she wou— meet, I mean, she would clearly just have a nice chat with them and be on their way! Deer can't eat people, anyway. they'd likely just sit in that stomach for a long time, right? Just floating around with all those stomach juices rubbing against your body, as the doe continues on her normal life, eating whatever the fuck deer eat. That digestive slop would probably get really messy in someone's fur, but that's not something you gotta worry about. Deer don't eat people, that's gross.
Is there a way to make an image one maturity rating, but the text another?
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Is there a way to make an image one maturity rating, but the text another?
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Two? Oh that's cute. Deer are ruminants, that means FOUR stomachs. And you know what happens when you split someone in two like a taur? You double the stomachs.
Who needs a minivan, just let a deertaur eat you and your entire family. You'll never have to worry about getting to work on time, or dropping the kids off for soccer practice ever again! Actually, you won't have to worry about anything! Just let those troubles melt away.
But really only one chamber at a time is the "true" stomach. That means while you're being assaulted by flesh, with fluids of any sort of origin rubbing into your body, you're forced to rest upon the person first in line being dissolved away. For a whole week you'll feel them wiggle, writhe and experience every last ounce of their torment, hear every scream, blurp and sizzle as they melt into nothing, all with the knowledge that you're next in line. Oh and don't pay too close attention to the voice, just pray they it's not familiar. Pray that it's not a loved one or a family member melting away next to you, that high school crush that you've always wanted to get together with, that girl you planned on one day marrying and being together forever with. Just pretend none of those wails came from someone you oh so love dearly. Once they're nothing but bones and a little bit of fur, it'll be your turn to sink into that chamber, where your fate will be just like the one before you, to sizzle and burn away, all for the sustaining and sexual thrill of a cruel, uncaring predator.
Who needs a minivan, just let a deertaur eat you and your entire family. You'll never have to worry about getting to work on time, or dropping the kids off for soccer practice ever again! Actually, you won't have to worry about anything! Just let those troubles melt away.
But really only one chamber at a time is the "true" stomach. That means while you're being assaulted by flesh, with fluids of any sort of origin rubbing into your body, you're forced to rest upon the person first in line being dissolved away. For a whole week you'll feel them wiggle, writhe and experience every last ounce of their torment, hear every scream, blurp and sizzle as they melt into nothing, all with the knowledge that you're next in line. Oh and don't pay too close attention to the voice, just pray they it's not familiar. Pray that it's not a loved one or a family member melting away next to you, that high school crush that you've always wanted to get together with, that girl you planned on one day marrying and being together forever with. Just pretend none of those wails came from someone you oh so love dearly. Once they're nothing but bones and a little bit of fur, it'll be your turn to sink into that chamber, where your fate will be just like the one before you, to sizzle and burn away, all for the sustaining and sexual thrill of a cruel, uncaring predator.
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