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A fennectaur and two wolves travel together, but soon, the fennectaur walks alone, and inside him are two wolves: one who’s reacting as expected, and the other who’s got a few secrets.
This is a short vore story told through the unusual medium of “two wolves” jokes. If you, like me, enjoy vore and repeatedly using the same bad joke, you’ll get a kick out of this story.
There’s a little bit of a description after the story.
Two wolf folk and a fennectaur walk the long, wooded dirt road between cities. The wolves are well acquainted, but the fennec is someone they just met last night, and has joined them on their trek to the city he calls home. The three walk shoulder to shoulder, all the same height, with the fennec between the two wolves.
A fennectaur walks the long, wooded dirt road between cities, apparently alone. His previous travel companions sway below him as he walks, speaking to the wind:
“Inside you there are two wolves: one who’s hating every second of this, and the other who secretly loves it.”
“Inside you there are two wolves: one who’s confused, and the other who’s embarrassed.”
He hears a lot of muffled voices rising from his swaying middle.
“Inside you there are two wolves: one who judges, and the other who justifies.”
“Inside you there are two wolves: one who just wants to get to town so this can be over, and the other who knows better.”
“Inside you there are two wolves: one who knows a taur’s lower belly is a one-way trip, and the other who’s just finding out now.”
“Inside you there are two wolves: one who will jiggle on my belly, and the other who will jiggle on my butt.
He hears a shout, and feels a lot of commotion coming from his gut. He continues in silence for a while well they sort things out.
“Inside you there are two wolves: one who’s succumb to despair, and the other who knows there’s a way out alive.”
“Inside you there are two wolves: one who wants to leave, and the other who wants to stay.”
“Inside you there are two wolves: one who wants them to stay together, and the other who will leave alone if he as to.”
He feels a lot of tugging and rubbing at the back of his stomach.
“Inside you there are two wolves: one who now knows how to get out, and the other with a black eye.”
More commotion at the back of his stomach, joined by some shouting.
“Inside you there are two wolves: one who’s not strong enough to get out alone, and the other who’s not going to help.”
A loud shout emits from his middle.
“Inside you there are two wolves: one who’s really starting to hate all these ‘two wolves’ jokes, and the other who could do without them.”
“Inside you there are two wolves: one who went to bed early last night, and the other who told me all their secret fantasies at the bar.”
“Inside you there are two wolves: one who sees the other as a friend, and the other who wants to be seen as something more.”
“Inside you there are two wolves: one who confesses their love, and the other who would’ve preferred a better time, and location.”
“Inside you there are two wolves: one who’s sorry, and the other who’s willing to forgive.”
He feels more motion at the back of his stomach.
“Inside you there are two wolves: one who still wants to leave, and the other who hesitantly wants to stay.”
“Inside you there are two wolves: one who pleads they escape, and the other who begs they stay for a while.”
Under the glow of the full moon, the lone fennectaur walks the streets of the city he calls home. Tired from the long trek he enters his house, flops over onto his large bed, and rolls onto his back. As he shuts his eyes for a well-deserved sleep his forepaws kneed the soft flesh of his lower-stomach. He says to the crisp night air:
“Jiggling on you there are two wolves: the one who’s won, and the other that didn’t.”
This isn’t something I normally do, and isn’t required, but I think this story is a bit more fun imagining the two wolves became sentient fat and are still conscious on the fennectaur.
This is a short vore story told through the unusual medium of “two wolves” jokes. If you, like me, enjoy vore and repeatedly using the same bad joke, you’ll get a kick out of this story.
There’s a little bit of a description after the story.
Two wolf folk and a fennectaur walk the long, wooded dirt road between cities. The wolves are well acquainted, but the fennec is someone they just met last night, and has joined them on their trek to the city he calls home. The three walk shoulder to shoulder, all the same height, with the fennec between the two wolves.
A fennectaur walks the long, wooded dirt road between cities, apparently alone. His previous travel companions sway below him as he walks, speaking to the wind:
“Inside you there are two wolves: one who’s hating every second of this, and the other who secretly loves it.”
“Inside you there are two wolves: one who’s confused, and the other who’s embarrassed.”
He hears a lot of muffled voices rising from his swaying middle.
“Inside you there are two wolves: one who judges, and the other who justifies.”
“Inside you there are two wolves: one who just wants to get to town so this can be over, and the other who knows better.”
“Inside you there are two wolves: one who knows a taur’s lower belly is a one-way trip, and the other who’s just finding out now.”
“Inside you there are two wolves: one who will jiggle on my belly, and the other who will jiggle on my butt.
He hears a shout, and feels a lot of commotion coming from his gut. He continues in silence for a while well they sort things out.
“Inside you there are two wolves: one who’s succumb to despair, and the other who knows there’s a way out alive.”
“Inside you there are two wolves: one who wants to leave, and the other who wants to stay.”
“Inside you there are two wolves: one who wants them to stay together, and the other who will leave alone if he as to.”
He feels a lot of tugging and rubbing at the back of his stomach.
“Inside you there are two wolves: one who now knows how to get out, and the other with a black eye.”
More commotion at the back of his stomach, joined by some shouting.
“Inside you there are two wolves: one who’s not strong enough to get out alone, and the other who’s not going to help.”
A loud shout emits from his middle.
“Inside you there are two wolves: one who’s really starting to hate all these ‘two wolves’ jokes, and the other who could do without them.”
“Inside you there are two wolves: one who went to bed early last night, and the other who told me all their secret fantasies at the bar.”
“Inside you there are two wolves: one who sees the other as a friend, and the other who wants to be seen as something more.”
“Inside you there are two wolves: one who confesses their love, and the other who would’ve preferred a better time, and location.”
“Inside you there are two wolves: one who’s sorry, and the other who’s willing to forgive.”
He feels more motion at the back of his stomach.
“Inside you there are two wolves: one who still wants to leave, and the other who hesitantly wants to stay.”
“Inside you there are two wolves: one who pleads they escape, and the other who begs they stay for a while.”
Under the glow of the full moon, the lone fennectaur walks the streets of the city he calls home. Tired from the long trek he enters his house, flops over onto his large bed, and rolls onto his back. As he shuts his eyes for a well-deserved sleep his forepaws kneed the soft flesh of his lower-stomach. He says to the crisp night air:
“Jiggling on you there are two wolves: the one who’s won, and the other that didn’t.”
This isn’t something I normally do, and isn’t required, but I think this story is a bit more fun imagining the two wolves became sentient fat and are still conscious on the fennectaur.
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