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Story for our vore writing group! (Which, if you want a link to our discord, feel free to drop me a line) The theme for this month was 'betrayal.' An unfortunate rat learns not to bargain with a fox...
“It’s your turn!”
“No, I went last time!”
“Last time you went into a cupboard in an abandoned house. This is different!”
“Nuh uh!”
“Uh huh!”
Brooke finally relented. The rat knew she or her brother had to get food, and Flint was being as obstinate as ever. Sneaking into a fox den was preferable to butting against his hard head. Those messy vulpines were always leaving perfectly good, half-eaten food lying around. And neither she nor her brother had seen any of the beasts creeping about tonight.
Still, staring into the darkness of the den was intimidating. The scent of fox was heavy in the air. But she wouldn’t be in long. Just grab a few things that look tasty and get out. How hard could it be?
“Are you going in or what?” asked Flint.
“Watch me. I’m keeping all the good stuff for myself, just so you know,” said Brooke, and then she scampered into the darkness.
It was certainly creepy. Not so different from a rat tunnel, really, but huge. Even though she was underground, she felt exposed. The faint smell of food ahead kept her going. The fact that the smell of fox was getting stronger made her more and more nervous.
Before long, she made it to the central chamber of the den. As she expected, various bits of food littered the earthen floor. Including her favourite, peanut butter sandwich crusts! She knew this was a good idea. She set to work gathering up all the bits she could find, munching away on bits of crust as she went. Of course a fox den right next to a human campsite would have the best stuff. Humans were even messier than foxes!
She felt like the luckiest rat in the world… Until she noticed the narrow, orange slits opening across the main chamber.
Brooke froze instantly, her tiny rodent heart pounding. How could she have failed to notice a fox? But it was almost invisible against the dark walls of the den, its fur black as midnight. Slowly, the monster uncurled, showing a blaze of orange running down its muzzle and chest. A cross fox! A vixen. Brooke had never seen one before.
She got the feeling it was the last one she would see.
The vixen rose. “Well, look at this,” she purred, “I was just thinking of going for dinner...” In an instant Brooke found herself under the vixen’s paw. “... but tonight, dinner came to me.” The vixen licked her lips in anticipation.
“Wait!” cried Brooke, “Please, don’t eat me. I’m just hungry.”
The vixen looked perplexed. “A talking rodent? My mother told me about those.” She looked pensive for a moment. “On the other hand, I’m hungry too, and a rodent’s a rodent. Give me one good reason I shouldn’t devour you right now.”
Brooke wracked her brain. She certainly didn’t have much leverage right then. As a matter of fact, all she had was… her brother. “I’m not, ah- I’m not alone. If you let me go I can… get you another rat?”
“Pah!” scoffed the vixen. “A rat in the paw is worth two in the bush, as they say. How about I eat you now and go looking for your companion later?”
Brooke squealed. “He’s uh- he’s fatter. Fat. He’s a big, fat rat, okay?” The vixen looked unimpressed. She opened her mouth and loomed over Brooke. This was not going well. She knew she shouldn’t do this, but she had to survive… at any cost. It’s what any of her siblings would do. “I can get more!”
That got the vixen’s attention. “I have… siblings. Plenty of them. And some of them… well some of them make me go into fox dens to scrounge up food. We could have a- a mutually beneficial, uh. Partnership?”
The vixen grinned a most unsettling grin. “Partnership, you say? That might be amusing. Fine. Bring your little companion here. If I get to eat him, I won’t eat you.”
“Promise?”
“Oh, I promise. You won’t end up in my stomach tonight. But you had best not think of trying to get away, or I’ll have two rats in my belly instead of just one.”
The vixen raised her paw off Brooke and stepped backwards. “If we’re going to have a… partnership, as you put it, you should know my name. I’m Cas.”
“I’m uh- I’m B- Brooke.”
“What a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Now hurry along, little rattie. You’re making me awfully hungry.”
Brooke was more than happy to get out of there. She tried not to think too hard about what she was about to do. It was Flint who made her go in there in the first place. So he had it coming. Right? Anyway, she had at least 50 brothers and sisters. Did anyone make it through life without sacrificing a sibling or two to a terrifying predator, really?
It wasn’t long before she found herself at the entrance of the fox den. She and Flint could make a break for it… but Cas was watching and they’d never make it on their stubby rat legs. No, she had to go through with it. She steeled herself. “Flint? Dear brother? I need your help. There’s just… so much food in here, I can’t carry it all.”
Flint trotted right up to Brooke. “I knew this was a good idea! Bet you already ate all the good stuff though. Aren’t you glad I sent you in there?”
“Yes, delighted. Let’s get going before uh. A fox shows up.”
The two of them made their way back into the den. Cas had all but disappeared once again. How’d she do it? Brooke didn’t have much time to think, because with a heavy thud, she reappeared with one paw pinning Flint to the ground.
“Hng,” grunted Flint, “run, Brooke! Save yourself!”
“Oh, she already did,” said the fox, “She drives a good bargain!”
“S- sorry, Flint. It was me or you. I- you- you understand, right?”
“What? I only send you in because- how could you- Oh, no! Please don’t!” Cas, apparently tired of waiting, was already reaching down to ingest her prey. She picked up the squirming rat with her tongue and drew him into her maw. “Brooke, help! I’ll do any-” he was cut off abruptly as his head squeezed into the vixen’s throat. Brooke could see her brother’s tail thrashing helplessly as Cas slowly slid him further in.
Brooke turned away and covered her ears. Still, she couldn’t block out Flint’s frantic squeaking completely. The sound became fainter and fainter as he slipped further in. Before long he was near completely muffled, and Brooke forced herself to turn back around. All that was left of Flint was a squirming bulge sliding down Cas’s throat. Brooke felt nauseated. How could she have done something like this? How could she do this again?
“Well, that was satisfying,” said Cas, “Run along now before I change my mind. I’ve got room for more.”
Brooke was more than happy to get going. She turned around and started to leave.
Her heart sank when she saw the dark shadow looming over the entrance to the den.
Another fox! And another cross fox. What were the chances? “Claude!” cried Cas, “You’re home!”
“Uh huh,” he said, “and it looks like you’ve hunted down dinner.”
“Oh, dinner hunted me down tonight,” she said, “and I’ve already eaten. This one is in your paws.”
“But- But you said-” stammered Brooke.
“I said I wouldn’t eat you, ratty,” said Cas, “I didn’t say anything about my brother.” She turned to him and said, “You should know, Claude, that this little rat sold out her own brother to save her hide.”
“Well Cas, that’s a mighty wicked thing.”
“Wicked indeed, Claude.”
“Wicked and treacherous.”
“What should become of such a wicked, treacherous rat, Claude?”
Claude grinned a toothy grin. “I think a wicked, treacherous rat needs a taste of her own medicine.”
“No!” cried Brooke, as Claude lunged at her. He grabbed her in his mouth and took her into the main chamber of the den. There, he tossed her into the air and caught her whole body inside his maw. She found herself surrounded on all sides by sharp fox teeth, staring down Claude’s throat.
“This can’t be happening!” she said to herself. The blasts of warm air, heavy with the smell of Claude’s stomach juices, suggested otherwise. The fox’s slick tongue pushed Brooke against the roof of his mouth, and slid her backwards. She could feel herself being forced into his throat. She tried to cry out for him to stop, but her face was pressed into the warm, slimy flesh at the back of Claude’s mouth.
Brooke was plunged into complete darkness as she was squeezed further in. She tried to fight, but it was futile. Claude’s throat muscles compressed her from all sides. Her back paws scrabbled against Claude’s tongue, until even they were drawn in. All that was left of Brooke was her tail, sliding down the fox’s throat with the rest of her.
She slid down this slimy tube, squeezed tight, for some time. Plenty of time to consider where she’d end up. That wasn’t even the bad part. Expelled into the fox’s stomach, soaking up digestive juices, all she could think was that she probably deserved it. If only she had been more brave, she could have at least spared Flint this same fate.
On the bright side, at least she got peanut butter for dinner before she became dinner herself.
Cas rolled over on her back and rubbed her belly, already churning, digesting her latest meal. “Why can’t they all come directly into my den?” she wondered.
Claude looked a little troubled. “You know, it’s a little different when they can talk. Kind of… weird.”
“Oh, don’t go getting sentimental, Claude,” said Cas, “No wolf would hesitate to gulp you down. I’ve seen it. A vixen was eaten right in front of me once.”
“I suppose you’re- wait, there was a vixen here?” Claude looked alarmed.
“Emphasis on ‘was,’ Claude. I doubt there’s much left of her now. Regardless, no vixen who gets caught by a wolf is mate material for a brother of mine.”
Claude groaned. “At this rate, I’m going to have to look in a wolf’s stomach to even find a mate.”
“Why don’t you go do that, Claude? I’ve got a… what was his name? Quint? Whatever, I’ve got a rat to digest.” With a sigh, Claude headed back outside, hoping to have better luck in life than the rodent currently in his belly.
“It’s your turn!”
“No, I went last time!”
“Last time you went into a cupboard in an abandoned house. This is different!”
“Nuh uh!”
“Uh huh!”
Brooke finally relented. The rat knew she or her brother had to get food, and Flint was being as obstinate as ever. Sneaking into a fox den was preferable to butting against his hard head. Those messy vulpines were always leaving perfectly good, half-eaten food lying around. And neither she nor her brother had seen any of the beasts creeping about tonight.
Still, staring into the darkness of the den was intimidating. The scent of fox was heavy in the air. But she wouldn’t be in long. Just grab a few things that look tasty and get out. How hard could it be?
“Are you going in or what?” asked Flint.
“Watch me. I’m keeping all the good stuff for myself, just so you know,” said Brooke, and then she scampered into the darkness.
It was certainly creepy. Not so different from a rat tunnel, really, but huge. Even though she was underground, she felt exposed. The faint smell of food ahead kept her going. The fact that the smell of fox was getting stronger made her more and more nervous.
Before long, she made it to the central chamber of the den. As she expected, various bits of food littered the earthen floor. Including her favourite, peanut butter sandwich crusts! She knew this was a good idea. She set to work gathering up all the bits she could find, munching away on bits of crust as she went. Of course a fox den right next to a human campsite would have the best stuff. Humans were even messier than foxes!
She felt like the luckiest rat in the world… Until she noticed the narrow, orange slits opening across the main chamber.
Brooke froze instantly, her tiny rodent heart pounding. How could she have failed to notice a fox? But it was almost invisible against the dark walls of the den, its fur black as midnight. Slowly, the monster uncurled, showing a blaze of orange running down its muzzle and chest. A cross fox! A vixen. Brooke had never seen one before.
She got the feeling it was the last one she would see.
The vixen rose. “Well, look at this,” she purred, “I was just thinking of going for dinner...” In an instant Brooke found herself under the vixen’s paw. “... but tonight, dinner came to me.” The vixen licked her lips in anticipation.
“Wait!” cried Brooke, “Please, don’t eat me. I’m just hungry.”
The vixen looked perplexed. “A talking rodent? My mother told me about those.” She looked pensive for a moment. “On the other hand, I’m hungry too, and a rodent’s a rodent. Give me one good reason I shouldn’t devour you right now.”
Brooke wracked her brain. She certainly didn’t have much leverage right then. As a matter of fact, all she had was… her brother. “I’m not, ah- I’m not alone. If you let me go I can… get you another rat?”
“Pah!” scoffed the vixen. “A rat in the paw is worth two in the bush, as they say. How about I eat you now and go looking for your companion later?”
Brooke squealed. “He’s uh- he’s fatter. Fat. He’s a big, fat rat, okay?” The vixen looked unimpressed. She opened her mouth and loomed over Brooke. This was not going well. She knew she shouldn’t do this, but she had to survive… at any cost. It’s what any of her siblings would do. “I can get more!”
That got the vixen’s attention. “I have… siblings. Plenty of them. And some of them… well some of them make me go into fox dens to scrounge up food. We could have a- a mutually beneficial, uh. Partnership?”
The vixen grinned a most unsettling grin. “Partnership, you say? That might be amusing. Fine. Bring your little companion here. If I get to eat him, I won’t eat you.”
“Promise?”
“Oh, I promise. You won’t end up in my stomach tonight. But you had best not think of trying to get away, or I’ll have two rats in my belly instead of just one.”
The vixen raised her paw off Brooke and stepped backwards. “If we’re going to have a… partnership, as you put it, you should know my name. I’m Cas.”
“I’m uh- I’m B- Brooke.”
“What a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Now hurry along, little rattie. You’re making me awfully hungry.”
Brooke was more than happy to get out of there. She tried not to think too hard about what she was about to do. It was Flint who made her go in there in the first place. So he had it coming. Right? Anyway, she had at least 50 brothers and sisters. Did anyone make it through life without sacrificing a sibling or two to a terrifying predator, really?
It wasn’t long before she found herself at the entrance of the fox den. She and Flint could make a break for it… but Cas was watching and they’d never make it on their stubby rat legs. No, she had to go through with it. She steeled herself. “Flint? Dear brother? I need your help. There’s just… so much food in here, I can’t carry it all.”
Flint trotted right up to Brooke. “I knew this was a good idea! Bet you already ate all the good stuff though. Aren’t you glad I sent you in there?”
“Yes, delighted. Let’s get going before uh. A fox shows up.”
The two of them made their way back into the den. Cas had all but disappeared once again. How’d she do it? Brooke didn’t have much time to think, because with a heavy thud, she reappeared with one paw pinning Flint to the ground.
“Hng,” grunted Flint, “run, Brooke! Save yourself!”
“Oh, she already did,” said the fox, “She drives a good bargain!”
“S- sorry, Flint. It was me or you. I- you- you understand, right?”
“What? I only send you in because- how could you- Oh, no! Please don’t!” Cas, apparently tired of waiting, was already reaching down to ingest her prey. She picked up the squirming rat with her tongue and drew him into her maw. “Brooke, help! I’ll do any-” he was cut off abruptly as his head squeezed into the vixen’s throat. Brooke could see her brother’s tail thrashing helplessly as Cas slowly slid him further in.
Brooke turned away and covered her ears. Still, she couldn’t block out Flint’s frantic squeaking completely. The sound became fainter and fainter as he slipped further in. Before long he was near completely muffled, and Brooke forced herself to turn back around. All that was left of Flint was a squirming bulge sliding down Cas’s throat. Brooke felt nauseated. How could she have done something like this? How could she do this again?
“Well, that was satisfying,” said Cas, “Run along now before I change my mind. I’ve got room for more.”
Brooke was more than happy to get going. She turned around and started to leave.
Her heart sank when she saw the dark shadow looming over the entrance to the den.
Another fox! And another cross fox. What were the chances? “Claude!” cried Cas, “You’re home!”
“Uh huh,” he said, “and it looks like you’ve hunted down dinner.”
“Oh, dinner hunted me down tonight,” she said, “and I’ve already eaten. This one is in your paws.”
“But- But you said-” stammered Brooke.
“I said I wouldn’t eat you, ratty,” said Cas, “I didn’t say anything about my brother.” She turned to him and said, “You should know, Claude, that this little rat sold out her own brother to save her hide.”
“Well Cas, that’s a mighty wicked thing.”
“Wicked indeed, Claude.”
“Wicked and treacherous.”
“What should become of such a wicked, treacherous rat, Claude?”
Claude grinned a toothy grin. “I think a wicked, treacherous rat needs a taste of her own medicine.”
“No!” cried Brooke, as Claude lunged at her. He grabbed her in his mouth and took her into the main chamber of the den. There, he tossed her into the air and caught her whole body inside his maw. She found herself surrounded on all sides by sharp fox teeth, staring down Claude’s throat.
“This can’t be happening!” she said to herself. The blasts of warm air, heavy with the smell of Claude’s stomach juices, suggested otherwise. The fox’s slick tongue pushed Brooke against the roof of his mouth, and slid her backwards. She could feel herself being forced into his throat. She tried to cry out for him to stop, but her face was pressed into the warm, slimy flesh at the back of Claude’s mouth.
Brooke was plunged into complete darkness as she was squeezed further in. She tried to fight, but it was futile. Claude’s throat muscles compressed her from all sides. Her back paws scrabbled against Claude’s tongue, until even they were drawn in. All that was left of Brooke was her tail, sliding down the fox’s throat with the rest of her.
She slid down this slimy tube, squeezed tight, for some time. Plenty of time to consider where she’d end up. That wasn’t even the bad part. Expelled into the fox’s stomach, soaking up digestive juices, all she could think was that she probably deserved it. If only she had been more brave, she could have at least spared Flint this same fate.
On the bright side, at least she got peanut butter for dinner before she became dinner herself.
Cas rolled over on her back and rubbed her belly, already churning, digesting her latest meal. “Why can’t they all come directly into my den?” she wondered.
Claude looked a little troubled. “You know, it’s a little different when they can talk. Kind of… weird.”
“Oh, don’t go getting sentimental, Claude,” said Cas, “No wolf would hesitate to gulp you down. I’ve seen it. A vixen was eaten right in front of me once.”
“I suppose you’re- wait, there was a vixen here?” Claude looked alarmed.
“Emphasis on ‘was,’ Claude. I doubt there’s much left of her now. Regardless, no vixen who gets caught by a wolf is mate material for a brother of mine.”
Claude groaned. “At this rate, I’m going to have to look in a wolf’s stomach to even find a mate.”
“Why don’t you go do that, Claude? I’ve got a… what was his name? Quint? Whatever, I’ve got a rat to digest.” With a sigh, Claude headed back outside, hoping to have better luck in life than the rodent currently in his belly.
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