Snacktime!

[i] "Ahhhhhh..."

Maron really didn't want to look. Yet, the contented sound of the foxgirl's mouth slowly opening up beneath him was too hard to ignore, and dangling by the scruff of his shirt, there was only two places he really could look - up into her beautiful, ruby-red eyes, half-slitted in a look of devious delight, and down...where the yawning pink void of her mouth spread open wide before him, giving him the first glimpse into where he'd - all too soon - be visiting.

"Oh g-geez...wait! Nono! Don't drop me!" He heard himself say without even realizing it, his feet wildly kicking at the air as if desperate to find some small measure of purchase that might prevent him from dropping into the wide-open mouth beneath him. Alas, for all his kicking and squirming, there was nothing - nothing but the mesmerizing sight of the foxgirl's open maw, waiting eagerly beneath him, waiting for her to simply drop him and make him vanish from the world....

Swallowing the lump that had developed in his throat, Maron once more chanced a glance downwards, his heart thundering at the sight. Those soft, pink lips looks so amazingly enticing, so plush and kissable...and yet, he knew that once he passed between them, he'd likely not be seeing the light of day again. Just beyond those beautiful lips, her sharp, white teeth glistened with saliva, tiny strands of it dangling from the tips of her razor-like canine teeth onto the soft, pink pad of her tongue just beyond, a tongue that curled eagerly, excited for the first taste of his small body. The interior of her mouth looked so deceptively cute and pink and wet, and yet...

She intended to EAT him.

Just beyond that eager tongue lay the inky blackness of her throat, and it was that which terrified him most. At his size, it would be no effort at all on her part to simply..drop him inside, tilt her head back, and allow him to simply slide down that tight, hot tunnel into her awaiting belly below...

Oh, by the gods...she was going to digest him!

All at once, he felt her grip starting to grow lax against his shirt, felt himself start to slip from between her fingers towards the awaiting void of her maw below. Scrabbling wildly at her fingertips in an attempt to get a hold, he managed a "WAIT! NO, I--" Before, with a cry of shock, he felt her fingers release him.....

...and drop him right between her lips.


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"Mmmm...." Shivering in pleasure, Ryla slowly eased her mouth shut, a soft moan welling up in her throat as she felt the little mouseboy land with a satisfying 'plop' on her tongue. He might not be an especially large meal - certainly not as big as she was used to - but the slightly spicy taste of his skin, the way his little tail flitted about wildly, tickling the interior of her cheeks and her tongue...Mmm, it was perfection.

With a satisfied sigh, Ryla eased herself backwards, stretching out on her back in the inviting softness of her temporary home. She could feel him trying to grip her tongue, trying to climb upwards and get a firm hold of her teeth, perhaps in a futile effort to pry her lips open. It felt heavenly. Yet, amidst his frantic squirms and struggles, amidst the delicious taste of his little body writhing against her tongue, came the far-less-welcome taste of clothing. Tiny clothes, but clothing nonetheless. Something that she had all intentions of rectifying - and soon...


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The darkness that engulfed him was complete, broken only intermittently when the beautiful foxgirl opened her mouth just enough to allow a little light to filter between her teeth, briefly illuminating the hot, tight interior of her mouth. Maron clutched at her tongue, anything to keep himself from sliding backwards towards the throat he knew was eager to claim him...and yet, she did not seem to be keen on pushing him in that direction. Not yet. She was...playing with him, perhaps? Or simply tasting him?

The reverberating moan of pleasure that suddenly welled up from the throat beneath him made his tail stiffen behind him. She was...enjoying it. Far too much...! No, he HAD to get out! HAD to--

--Hardly had the thought completely formed, before he felt the tongue beneath and partially around him flex, pressing his small body against the roof of her mouth. Ugh, that tongue was so incredibly soft, so slick...and every small pass it made along his body smeared another liberal coating of saliva against him, further slickening him up for the eventual trip down her hungry, eager throat. Her tongue, though...was not pushing him backwards. No...it was...

...Slipping beneath his shirt? The sudden sensation of that slick, soft tongue against the bare flesh of his stomach, and then chest, drew a soft cry of surprise from the mouseboy, and despite KNOWING he should be struggling, he felt his body stiffen. That single second of delay was all it took for Ryla's tongue to slip fully under his shirt, and in a feat of dexterity that would have many almost anyone jealous - or envious - curled and undulated, working his shirt upwards over his head...and right off, leaving his entire upper body bare.

"Pa-too!"

Though he never saw it, he knew all too well what she'd done - spit his shirt out.

Even as the thought struck, Maron felt that tongue shifting once again, this time curling downwards along his stomach...and pressing right into the front of his pants. The sudden shock that came when that slick, hot appendage trailed along his more..'sensitive parts', drew a high-pitched cry of surprise from the mouseboy, and rather than fighting against the invasive tongue...he found himself clutching it, shivering in a mixture of fear and pleasure as the foxgirl's tongue deftly pressed into the front of his pants, snapping the buckle...and began to work his last remaining bastion of clothing off with no effort.

In a matter of seconds, he felt his bare body pressing up against Ryla's cheeks, her teeth hovering above and below him...and again, he heard the 'Pa-too!" of her ridding herself of his last piece of clothing.

He was naked...covered in saliva...

...And now, he felt her tongue flexing one final time, pushing him backwards towards the glistening darkness of her throat...


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"Mmm...Gluk!" The mouseboy was a mouthful - just small enough to fit completely in her mouth, but just large enough to fill it to the brim...and ohhh, how insanely satisfying it was to feel him sliding into the tight, hot constraints of her throat. With one final flex of her tongue, Ryla pressed him completely into her throat, and one single swallow, one satisfied gulp, sent him downwards towards her hungrily awaiting belly.

Head tilted backwards, the small bulge he made in her throat slowly traveled downwards, wiggling slightly, only to disappear completely behind her collarbone and breasts. It took only a few seconds before she felt the satisfying 'fluttering' sensation of the little mouseboy coming to rest inside of her stomach, trying with all futility to climb back out. Mmm, but no...he'd not be getting back out. Not until her stomach had it's way with him, at least.

*Gurrrrggggle....*

A soft, happy growl emanated from her stomach as it set to work digesting her little mousie meal, drawing a coy little grin from the foxgirl "Ahhhh. Now THAT...is what I call a snack." With a final pat to her stomach, Ryla stretched out upon her makeshift bed, allowing her eyes to sink shut, and carry her off to slumber with the lullaby of her softly-churning stomach.

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Hey there everyone! ^_^ Just doing a vore-week art update! Here is one of many I intend to do this week!

Ryla belongs to me!

Art by Rupie!