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tdkid. A fox brings her girlfriend home a snack she caught for a birthday present. The gift seems to have gone over well.
tdkid. A fox brings her girlfriend home a snack she caught for a birthday present. The gift seems to have gone over well.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Vore
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 900 x 1200px
File Size 74.9 kB
Ohhh, this is a lovely comic. Every panel tells part of the story, and every character is portrayed so we can tell what they're feeling.
From the big bright sign to the balloons and the happy waving fox, everything in the first panel is happy and festive. Well, everything except for the diminutive bunny, a fearful expression on her face as she looks back and forth with those big eyes, arms behind her back and not wearing a stitch of clothes. We quickly pick up this is a gift for the birthday girl. Clothes on prey that has been caught are silly, and it soon appears her arms are trussed up behind her back. I don't know if there are other furres at this party beside the fox and the cat, but if there are, I'll bet they're all clapping and whistling and laughing at the fox and her gift.
Mmmm, and there's the birthday girl in the second panel enjoying her gift. Just like a cat, she takes her time playing with her food, licking and licking that delicious cheek. *Purrrrrrrrrrrr!* The blushing bunny looks as embarrassed as she does scared, helpless and naked as the feline samples her, but you're not entitled to modesty or anything else when you're food. I love how the fox eyes the pair, obviously not wanting to interfere with her lover enjoying her gift, but very much enjoying watching discretely from the side.
And oooooooooh, how happy the kitty looks in the third panel, sprawled back,licking the taste of bunny still on her lips, feeling her prey squirm and kick while her lover rubs her stomach, enjoying feeling the digesting prey within.
And finally, oh such a sweet kiss. What a thoughtful gift! Of course not so sweet for the bunny squirming as she's squished by the pair, but her opinion hardly matters. She'll be digested into nourishment for the cat soon, and the last thing she hears beyond the digestive tract of the kitty will be the sounds of intimacy between the pair of embracing lovers.
From the big bright sign to the balloons and the happy waving fox, everything in the first panel is happy and festive. Well, everything except for the diminutive bunny, a fearful expression on her face as she looks back and forth with those big eyes, arms behind her back and not wearing a stitch of clothes. We quickly pick up this is a gift for the birthday girl. Clothes on prey that has been caught are silly, and it soon appears her arms are trussed up behind her back. I don't know if there are other furres at this party beside the fox and the cat, but if there are, I'll bet they're all clapping and whistling and laughing at the fox and her gift.
Mmmm, and there's the birthday girl in the second panel enjoying her gift. Just like a cat, she takes her time playing with her food, licking and licking that delicious cheek. *Purrrrrrrrrrrr!* The blushing bunny looks as embarrassed as she does scared, helpless and naked as the feline samples her, but you're not entitled to modesty or anything else when you're food. I love how the fox eyes the pair, obviously not wanting to interfere with her lover enjoying her gift, but very much enjoying watching discretely from the side.
And oooooooooh, how happy the kitty looks in the third panel, sprawled back,licking the taste of bunny still on her lips, feeling her prey squirm and kick while her lover rubs her stomach, enjoying feeling the digesting prey within.
And finally, oh such a sweet kiss. What a thoughtful gift! Of course not so sweet for the bunny squirming as she's squished by the pair, but her opinion hardly matters. She'll be digested into nourishment for the cat soon, and the last thing she hears beyond the digestive tract of the kitty will be the sounds of intimacy between the pair of embracing lovers.
I liked your comic so much, I was inspired to write a story. I hope you don't mind me taking the liberty of inventing details, and I hope you enjoy it.
"Bye, Cathy!" the bouncing bunny called out waving before heading down the sidewalk, a simple blue shirt and shorts showing off her white furred figure while brown ears bounced off her shoulders. The sun was setting as she came to an intersection. Seeing the Walk sign blinking, Sally hurried her pace, racing across the intersection. Normally she might have been a little more cautious peering ahead first. But her favorite program was starting in 10 minutes, and who hunted at this late hour?
She was just slowing her pace, relieved as she made the crossing, when a clawed paw reached round her throat and yanked her off her feet with a *Squeal!*
"Mmmmmmm!" A paw reached down to squeeze Sally’s soft belly, then reached over to squeeze a hip. "A cutie like you should really watch both ways before crossing the street!" a feminine voice taunted.
The rabbit looked up and swallowed with fear at the sight of a grinning fanged visage, the face of a fox. "Oh god. . ." she whimpered, her heart beating so fast. So this was it? Just one moment of carelessness, and it seemed this was the end. Still, she had to try, and so voice quavering, she said the words she thought she'd never have to say. "P. . .please," she managed, "Please don't. . . .eat me?"
Carrying the bunny over to a picnic table nearby, the fox laughed, her maw opened wide. "I'm not gonna eat you, honey!" she answered.
"Your . . . your not?" she answered, untrusting but at the same time hopeful.
"I promise I'm not!" the fox replied, lifting the bunny effortlessly and forcing her belly down on the table. “I’m taking you to a party.”
As the fox spoke, the Sally felt a clawed paw slip down the back of her pants against her furry rear. The poor rabbit blushed; why she hadn’t even stripped for her new boy friend yet and now perhaps she never would. Still, the fox had insisted she wasn’t eating her, so perhaps there was hope. “Umm. . . .I’m Sally!” she squeaked, thinking maybe the fox would treat her better if she had a name to attach to her.
“That’s nice, “ the fox said in an absent tone, as she stripped the bunny’s shirt off leaving her bare, evidently not interested in introductions with food.
Sally gave a squeal as her arms were yanked behind her, and twine was tight tightly around her wrists. That done, she was tossed over the fox’s shoulder, getting a good view of the vulpine’s flicking tail and tight rear, as she was carried rapidly down the city streets. She blushed again clasping her legs together as she realized passerby could see her rear and cute fluffy tale. Prey folk looked away, pretending they didn’t see, while preds grinned at the sight or congratulated the fox on her catch.
Eventually the pair entered an apartment building and walked up the stairs. The fox came to a halt before a door and slid the bunny down onto her feet, who landed with a squeak. She placed a clawed paw on the back of her neck, making her stand up straight. Then she knocked at the door.
Sally swallowed nervously as they waited for a reply. She could hear the sounds of talking and laughter from the other side. Then the door opened revealing a room full of predators. There were balloons and party streamers, the party goers were chatting and laughing and eating cake. As the door opened, heads swung towards the pair, and suddenly there was silence, and over a dozen predatory eyes were focussed on the bunny. Sally’s ears fell and she swallowed. She wished she could hide her body from those hungry eyes, but the twine kept her arms behind her, and the paw on her neck pulled her up straight. A fox with a wet maw and shining fangs grinned and licked his chops. A smiling female cheetah growled muttering, "Oh my." And then they all erupted, and cheers and laughter and applause filled the room.
A grey furred feline emerged from an adjacent kitchen, the expression on her face suggesting she wondered what the noise was about. As her head lowered and her gaze fell on the bunny, her face split into a wide fanged grin and she squealed, "Oh my god!" She ran over and flung her arms around the fox. "Oh, Fran, you shouldn't have!" she squealed, giving the fox a kiss. Looking up at the pair, Sally felt a horrible sensation in the pit of her stomach as she realized that while the fox wasn't going to eat her, that didn't mean she wasn't food.
"Oh my gosh!" the cat squealed, turning her attention to Sally once again. Without warning, she reached down and squeezed the bunny's breast, then slid her paw down to squeeze her belly as well. "Oh, you know just how I like them," she purred. "Nice, soft and plump, but not too fat!" she continued, squeezing and pinching and kneading the bunny's belly, working her way down to her hip "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!” she exclaimed, turning her head to look up at the fox, who was beaming affectionately down at her. "She's going to last me for days!" she cooed.
The fox simply smiled, snuggling the overjoyed cat. "Happy birthday, Celine," she murmured. Breaking the embrace, the fox grabbed the rabbit and dragged her over towards the center of the room, making her kneel and attaching her bonds to a hook in the floor that seemed designed for that purpose.
There she knelt, next to the gifts of board games and sweaters and stuff, while preds would occasionally come by to look over the gifts. There was universal agreement that the other gifts paled in comparison to Fran’s. The party goers continued to chat and laugh and eat cake, though the grey feline would frequently glance in the direction of the bunny, impatient with the party, and eager to enjoy her gift.
After a while, a big grinning lion in a suit gave a roar for attention. “Heh, I think it’s time we left these love bird’s alone together,” he said, eyeing the fox and the cat. “and allowed Celine to enjoy her birthday dinner!”He added.
“Goodbye! Goodbye!” With that announcement, the guests began to filter out, though it was still a slow process. “Goodbye!” Celine did her best to be polite, but she couldn’t help but give frequent glances at the bunny, and it was clear she was eager to be alone.
“Goodbyyyyye!” *slam!* As the last guest left, Celine sighed with relief.
Holding a drink, the fox approached her. “So how do you like your birthday gmmmmmmmph!” Fran was interrupted by a long passionate kiss, which was probably all the answer she needed. Still kneeling, the bunny looked up at the amorous pair, willing the kiss to go on forever. She was pretty sure what would happen when it ended.
Sure enough, as the lips finally separated,the cat turned her head, her yellow eyes fixed on the bunny, her tail flicked, and she let out a *Purrrrrr!* The fox released her lover to allow her to indulge her other instincts. Her claws out, the cat ran to the bunny, picked her up, and dragged her to the couch.
*Purrrrr!* *Purrrrrr!* *Purrrrrr!* *Purrrrrrr!* Sally shivered as claws traced her hip, leg, and throat, while a small warm wet rough tongue began animatedly licking her cheek. *Purrrrr!* *Purrrrrr!* *Purrrrrr!* *Purrrrrrr!* After a while, the rabbit calmed down. The claws traced her flesh, but the dextrous feline didn’t so much as scratch her, and seemed more interested in licking her than tearing out her throat. Looking over, she could see the fox sitting back, discretely eyeing the pair, keeping her distance and allowing her love to have her fun, but enjoying the sight none-the-less.
As she calmed down, the bunny’s ears turned pink with embarrassment. She never let anyone see her without her clothes. Now she was stripped, to be enjoyed by two preds. “Uhhhhhh.” Still, as scared as she’d been, and as humiliated as she was, that warm scratchy tongue felt nice against her moistening furry cheek, and she couldn’t help but squeak and moan. “Uh.” Yes it was degrading and demeaning to be treated like food, but it was more pleasant to focus on the sensation of that tongue than what she knew was going to happen soon. “Uhhhhhhhh.” And that tongue actually felt nice. It felt like “OH!” Ohmigosh! Was she licking there?!? The bunny lifted her head, yes indeed she was. But there didn’t seem to be any amorous intent. The cat was. . .”OHHHHHH!” . . . simply enjoying her supper; it wasn’t like there was any point in respecting the modesty of food. “Uhhhhhhhh.” And the action of that tongue was becoming extraordinarily pleasant. Why it drove thoughts about her intending fate completely out of her mind, as she entered a blissful torpor.
“Ohhhhhhh. . ..ohhhhhhhhh . …. .ohhhhhhhh.. . …. …. .. . .ohhhhhhhhhhhh . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . .. . .” Wait, what? The bunny felt slightly annoyed. Why had the wonderful sensations stopped? Why had the cat stopped licking? She opened her eyes, only to see the cat standing on all fours over her, topless, grinning wide, drool running drown her fangs, her tail lashing back and forth, a hungry gaze in her yellow eyes.
*SQUEAAAAAALLLLL!!!!!* Sally panicked and fought. It didn’t do a bit of good, other than pleasing Celine who loved taking down a live prey. Soon enough, Sally found herself sliding into the feline’s dark churning belly, warm liquids washing her making her skin tingle and her ears burn. Hips and legs were forced in after, and she was forced to curl up into a ball, knees digging into her chest.
Celine threw herself on her back, licking her chops, pants undone to accommodate her now massive belly, a blissful smile on her face as she purred like mad and her belly squeaked and growled.
“Ohhhh, darling,” Sally heard her purr. She felt more pressure, as the fox leaned down on the cat’s massive belly to kiss her. Powerful muscles rubbed the rabbit’s belly, and she felt fur in her mouth that had rubbed off her skin. She tried to give a kick, but she was already weak, though the feeble effort did elicit another purr from the one who’d claimed her. Her ears were ringing now, but she could still hear the kissing and squelching between the two lovers as they began to undress and pleasure one another. Mercifully, there was not much oxygen in the cat’s belly, and Sally’s head began to swim. Soon she passed out, the sounds of the lovers and the churning of the cat’s belly the last thing she’d ever her, and the cats stomach got busy with the work of taking apart and digesting the fresh rabbit meat.
*Purrrrrrrr!” Celine sighed. “That was the best birthday present ever!”
"Bye, Cathy!" the bouncing bunny called out waving before heading down the sidewalk, a simple blue shirt and shorts showing off her white furred figure while brown ears bounced off her shoulders. The sun was setting as she came to an intersection. Seeing the Walk sign blinking, Sally hurried her pace, racing across the intersection. Normally she might have been a little more cautious peering ahead first. But her favorite program was starting in 10 minutes, and who hunted at this late hour?
She was just slowing her pace, relieved as she made the crossing, when a clawed paw reached round her throat and yanked her off her feet with a *Squeal!*
"Mmmmmmm!" A paw reached down to squeeze Sally’s soft belly, then reached over to squeeze a hip. "A cutie like you should really watch both ways before crossing the street!" a feminine voice taunted.
The rabbit looked up and swallowed with fear at the sight of a grinning fanged visage, the face of a fox. "Oh god. . ." she whimpered, her heart beating so fast. So this was it? Just one moment of carelessness, and it seemed this was the end. Still, she had to try, and so voice quavering, she said the words she thought she'd never have to say. "P. . .please," she managed, "Please don't. . . .eat me?"
Carrying the bunny over to a picnic table nearby, the fox laughed, her maw opened wide. "I'm not gonna eat you, honey!" she answered.
"Your . . . your not?" she answered, untrusting but at the same time hopeful.
"I promise I'm not!" the fox replied, lifting the bunny effortlessly and forcing her belly down on the table. “I’m taking you to a party.”
As the fox spoke, the Sally felt a clawed paw slip down the back of her pants against her furry rear. The poor rabbit blushed; why she hadn’t even stripped for her new boy friend yet and now perhaps she never would. Still, the fox had insisted she wasn’t eating her, so perhaps there was hope. “Umm. . . .I’m Sally!” she squeaked, thinking maybe the fox would treat her better if she had a name to attach to her.
“That’s nice, “ the fox said in an absent tone, as she stripped the bunny’s shirt off leaving her bare, evidently not interested in introductions with food.
Sally gave a squeal as her arms were yanked behind her, and twine was tight tightly around her wrists. That done, she was tossed over the fox’s shoulder, getting a good view of the vulpine’s flicking tail and tight rear, as she was carried rapidly down the city streets. She blushed again clasping her legs together as she realized passerby could see her rear and cute fluffy tale. Prey folk looked away, pretending they didn’t see, while preds grinned at the sight or congratulated the fox on her catch.
Eventually the pair entered an apartment building and walked up the stairs. The fox came to a halt before a door and slid the bunny down onto her feet, who landed with a squeak. She placed a clawed paw on the back of her neck, making her stand up straight. Then she knocked at the door.
Sally swallowed nervously as they waited for a reply. She could hear the sounds of talking and laughter from the other side. Then the door opened revealing a room full of predators. There were balloons and party streamers, the party goers were chatting and laughing and eating cake. As the door opened, heads swung towards the pair, and suddenly there was silence, and over a dozen predatory eyes were focussed on the bunny. Sally’s ears fell and she swallowed. She wished she could hide her body from those hungry eyes, but the twine kept her arms behind her, and the paw on her neck pulled her up straight. A fox with a wet maw and shining fangs grinned and licked his chops. A smiling female cheetah growled muttering, "Oh my." And then they all erupted, and cheers and laughter and applause filled the room.
A grey furred feline emerged from an adjacent kitchen, the expression on her face suggesting she wondered what the noise was about. As her head lowered and her gaze fell on the bunny, her face split into a wide fanged grin and she squealed, "Oh my god!" She ran over and flung her arms around the fox. "Oh, Fran, you shouldn't have!" she squealed, giving the fox a kiss. Looking up at the pair, Sally felt a horrible sensation in the pit of her stomach as she realized that while the fox wasn't going to eat her, that didn't mean she wasn't food.
"Oh my gosh!" the cat squealed, turning her attention to Sally once again. Without warning, she reached down and squeezed the bunny's breast, then slid her paw down to squeeze her belly as well. "Oh, you know just how I like them," she purred. "Nice, soft and plump, but not too fat!" she continued, squeezing and pinching and kneading the bunny's belly, working her way down to her hip "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!” she exclaimed, turning her head to look up at the fox, who was beaming affectionately down at her. "She's going to last me for days!" she cooed.
The fox simply smiled, snuggling the overjoyed cat. "Happy birthday, Celine," she murmured. Breaking the embrace, the fox grabbed the rabbit and dragged her over towards the center of the room, making her kneel and attaching her bonds to a hook in the floor that seemed designed for that purpose.
There she knelt, next to the gifts of board games and sweaters and stuff, while preds would occasionally come by to look over the gifts. There was universal agreement that the other gifts paled in comparison to Fran’s. The party goers continued to chat and laugh and eat cake, though the grey feline would frequently glance in the direction of the bunny, impatient with the party, and eager to enjoy her gift.
After a while, a big grinning lion in a suit gave a roar for attention. “Heh, I think it’s time we left these love bird’s alone together,” he said, eyeing the fox and the cat. “and allowed Celine to enjoy her birthday dinner!”He added.
“Goodbye! Goodbye!” With that announcement, the guests began to filter out, though it was still a slow process. “Goodbye!” Celine did her best to be polite, but she couldn’t help but give frequent glances at the bunny, and it was clear she was eager to be alone.
“Goodbyyyyye!” *slam!* As the last guest left, Celine sighed with relief.
Holding a drink, the fox approached her. “So how do you like your birthday gmmmmmmmph!” Fran was interrupted by a long passionate kiss, which was probably all the answer she needed. Still kneeling, the bunny looked up at the amorous pair, willing the kiss to go on forever. She was pretty sure what would happen when it ended.
Sure enough, as the lips finally separated,the cat turned her head, her yellow eyes fixed on the bunny, her tail flicked, and she let out a *Purrrrrr!* The fox released her lover to allow her to indulge her other instincts. Her claws out, the cat ran to the bunny, picked her up, and dragged her to the couch.
*Purrrrr!* *Purrrrrr!* *Purrrrrr!* *Purrrrrrr!* Sally shivered as claws traced her hip, leg, and throat, while a small warm wet rough tongue began animatedly licking her cheek. *Purrrrr!* *Purrrrrr!* *Purrrrrr!* *Purrrrrrr!* After a while, the rabbit calmed down. The claws traced her flesh, but the dextrous feline didn’t so much as scratch her, and seemed more interested in licking her than tearing out her throat. Looking over, she could see the fox sitting back, discretely eyeing the pair, keeping her distance and allowing her love to have her fun, but enjoying the sight none-the-less.
As she calmed down, the bunny’s ears turned pink with embarrassment. She never let anyone see her without her clothes. Now she was stripped, to be enjoyed by two preds. “Uhhhhhh.” Still, as scared as she’d been, and as humiliated as she was, that warm scratchy tongue felt nice against her moistening furry cheek, and she couldn’t help but squeak and moan. “Uh.” Yes it was degrading and demeaning to be treated like food, but it was more pleasant to focus on the sensation of that tongue than what she knew was going to happen soon. “Uhhhhhhhh.” And that tongue actually felt nice. It felt like “OH!” Ohmigosh! Was she licking there?!? The bunny lifted her head, yes indeed she was. But there didn’t seem to be any amorous intent. The cat was. . .”OHHHHHH!” . . . simply enjoying her supper; it wasn’t like there was any point in respecting the modesty of food. “Uhhhhhhhh.” And the action of that tongue was becoming extraordinarily pleasant. Why it drove thoughts about her intending fate completely out of her mind, as she entered a blissful torpor.
“Ohhhhhhh. . ..ohhhhhhhhh . …. .ohhhhhhhh.. . …. …. .. . .ohhhhhhhhhhhh . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . .. . .” Wait, what? The bunny felt slightly annoyed. Why had the wonderful sensations stopped? Why had the cat stopped licking? She opened her eyes, only to see the cat standing on all fours over her, topless, grinning wide, drool running drown her fangs, her tail lashing back and forth, a hungry gaze in her yellow eyes.
*SQUEAAAAAALLLLL!!!!!* Sally panicked and fought. It didn’t do a bit of good, other than pleasing Celine who loved taking down a live prey. Soon enough, Sally found herself sliding into the feline’s dark churning belly, warm liquids washing her making her skin tingle and her ears burn. Hips and legs were forced in after, and she was forced to curl up into a ball, knees digging into her chest.
Celine threw herself on her back, licking her chops, pants undone to accommodate her now massive belly, a blissful smile on her face as she purred like mad and her belly squeaked and growled.
“Ohhhh, darling,” Sally heard her purr. She felt more pressure, as the fox leaned down on the cat’s massive belly to kiss her. Powerful muscles rubbed the rabbit’s belly, and she felt fur in her mouth that had rubbed off her skin. She tried to give a kick, but she was already weak, though the feeble effort did elicit another purr from the one who’d claimed her. Her ears were ringing now, but she could still hear the kissing and squelching between the two lovers as they began to undress and pleasure one another. Mercifully, there was not much oxygen in the cat’s belly, and Sally’s head began to swim. Soon she passed out, the sounds of the lovers and the churning of the cat’s belly the last thing she’d ever her, and the cats stomach got busy with the work of taking apart and digesting the fresh rabbit meat.
*Purrrrrrrr!” Celine sighed. “That was the best birthday present ever!”
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