[i]It's soft inside Vurga. The pillowy comfort of his stomach and its natural heat remind you of your bed on a hot summer night. You're curled into a fetal position, but are barely aware of your body. With the stomach kneading constantly over your form, there's just a blur of pleasant sensation instead.

You've been eaten. You weren't surprised. The dance was passionate and heartfelt. It ended with a kiss. You knew the kiss would grow. You still didn't fight it. It just felt...right. The sweet, possessive bunny kissing you all up. His hands and ears stroked you all the way down. You felt special. Care for. Like this was an embrace closer than any other and he'd rather have you deep within him than away in the world.

You know what'll happen next. You'll become part of him. In some strange way, you're looking forward to that. You've heard rumors that Vurga keeps the souls of his prey in his tummy. That would be nice. Getting to feel these pleasant sensations forever. You swear you can even feel his love. There's a warmth in your chest and a fond flutter, something you haven't felt in a long, long time.

You can hear his fond words on the other side of that golden tummy as his paw strokes over your lump. You're too bliss drunk to understand them though. They're muffled by the belly walls and you just don't have the attention to listen closer. But even without hearing them, you know what he's saying. You're the most special treat there is and he'll never share you.

You're okay with that.

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