This choice: Ivan, a very naughty Vulpix • Go Back...Chapter #5Ivan, a very naughty Vulpix by: Smuxray   The soft grass rustles under your paws as you cheerfully pad through the forest. Tails up, head held high, smiling. Your round little body bounces up and down with each step. Despite your cute and tiny appearance, you're quite an accomplished predator. Those who mistake the fluffy little Vulpix as an easy meal quickly find themselves half-buried... in your rear end. See, you discovered a... talent, let's say, at a young age. In a bout of playing and teasing amongst your siblings, the topic turned to curiosity- the innocent type that's normal for young kids. On a dare, one of your sisters ended up sniffing your butt, followed by actually licking it. And on that cold, wet contact, some instinct triggered deep inside you and your body began to move of its own free will.
Your sister's snout was sucked into your rump, generating a surprised yip from her and a confused grunt from you. But as she began to squirm, and your muscles dragged more of her inside, a devilish grin spread across your face. You didn't know what was happening, but you liked it. Your other two siblings watched in awe as your sister slowly vanished into your tailhole. You leaned down with your rear in the air as her head started to bulge out of your lower belly. Even for your first time you had the technique down. You were a natural, really.
Eventually your little butt managed to suck her inside, leaving only her tails thrashing around outside. Your little belly bulged out hugely with her form, rendering you immobile with a squirming bulge as big as yourself stuck between your legs. Your wide-eyed siblings glared down at your blushing self, looked to each other, and smiled uncontrollably.
"Ivan, that was AWESOME! How did you do that?!"
Your mother, a Ninetales, came home later that day to your siblings bouncing around her excitedly and crying out in glee- "Mommy mommy, Ivan sucked Cindy up his butt!" Your mother, naturally, was incredulous, and ordered them to leave while she sat down to have a serious talk with you. By then the squirming in your belly had stopped, the lump had gotten a little mushy, and you were beginning to feel you might have done something wrong.
Your mother explained vore to you that night and warned you against its temptations. She said it was a natural part of life, but that you need to be able to restrain yourself at certain times. Namely, to avoid killing off any more of your siblings. This all went through your bewildered mind as your little belly gurgled away what was left of your sister. The sudden loss shocked you, but behind your guilt-stricken demeanor there was a deeper feeling that you couldn't quite understand. Your mother patted your head and left you alone, taking your siblings to sleep in a different room in the den. As you slowly nodded off, you couldn't help but paw at your belly to feel what was going on in there. It was beginning to interest you greatly.
Your family resolved to act like that day had never happened. Nobody mentioned Cindy after that. It was as if she never existed. As you got older your mother introduced you to hunting proper. You and your siblings learned to swallow things by mouth, but you weren't satisfied with it like they were. At night you would sneak out and catch little critters to shove up your butt, and that urge began to root itself deep in your mind. You were a better hunter than your siblings, which was evidenced by your plump little body. You began to use your 'special talents' out in broad daylight, in front of your family, who tended to shy away from your blushing, smirking gaze.
They would all end up feeding your rump eventually. You couldn't help yourself. That dark side your mother warned you against took over, and you went along with it. You loved it. If your siblings couldn't help themselves, weren't they better off being a part of your body?
Your mother started to get really quiet after your siblings disappeared. She must have known what was happening, but she didn't confront you about it. She kept her distance. She was scared of you, and rightfully so. When the time came for her to join them she hardly even struggled. She accepted her fate, to join with your body and become your sustenance. Yes, your entire family vanished into your tailhole, and you loved every moment of it. They were weak, and you were strong, so it was only natural for things to turn out as they did. Your family's role in life was to feed you and sustain you, and thanks to them you had become a strong and independent predator. Your body carried the weight (quite literally) of your entire bloodline, and you weren't about to let them down.
(This character was inspired by a very cute vore art I like, so figured I might as well post a link here.)
https://aryion.com/g4/view/202582
Your ears swivel as you snap back to reality, hearing a soft rustling to your right. Instinctively, you put on your wide-eyed, innocent little fox act as the noise creeps closer. Eventually a shape emerges from the brush, it's... | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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