I'm not much of a pred, but hey - I can't say that teasing helpless, little micros isn't fun >:3
This story contains - licks, yucky things (like morning breath), mawplay, and so on, but nothing too extreme.
Nash is me, the micro wolf belongs to... no-one.
Enjoy!
The alarm clock's evil tune drilled into Nash's head as he fumbled around blindly with his paw, trying to find it. He breathed a sigh of relief when he finally did, and he stretched himself, yawning wide.
"Dude... you're into vore?!"
Never before has Nash snapped open his eyes so quickly. He turned sharply to see Liam - his micro wolf friend (more of an acquaintance, really) - sitting in his tiny bed on top of his bedside table and looking through his smartphone.
"Liam!" Nash exclaimed, snatching the smartphone from the bedside table. "I told you not to look through my phone!"
Liam laughed. "Sorry, dude. The temptation was too big to resist. You're always so secretive!"
"But-"
"But vore? Duuuude..."
Nash blushed and looked down. "W-what's wrong with vore?"
"What's wrong with..." Liam facepalmed. "How can you be turned on by this?! Ew..."
Nash frowned as he looked at his friend's disgusted expression. He was never the nicest guy around, but he was being particularly mean right now - Liam's home was being redecorated, so Nash had let him stay at his place for the past few days, and how does he repay him? By kinkshaming him? Looking through his private stuff? How did he even know his passcode?!
"How can I be turned on by this, you ask?" Nash said, his eyes narrowing. "Why don't you find out for yourself, eh?"
"Hey!" Liam exclaimed in surprise as Nash grabbed him. The pine marten sat up, grinning at the micro wolf in his paw. "Dude, I told you not to grab me without asking!"
"Oops! My bad," Nash replied nonchalantly, bringing the wolf right up against his muzzle.
"Whoa, whoa! What are you... Don't bring me closer to your mouth, your breath stinks!"
"What's that? You like how my breath smells?"
"What? I said-"
But Nash couldn't care less what he said. He parted his lips and exhaled onto the wolf as slowly as he could. Liam held his breath, but he could only do so for so long, and was eventually forced to breathe with the pine marten's hot, stale, rancid morning breath. He squirmed, trying to escape it, but Nash kept him in place by pinning him down with the claws of his other forepaw.
"What's the big idea?" Liam asked, coughing, once Nash stopped exhaling.
Nash didn't respond, instead just opening his maw wide for the wolf to admire. Liam stared into it, wide-eyed, his primal instincts screaming in fear at the sight of the marten's pointy teeth, his pink, twitching tongue, his dark, pulsating throat, and the strands of thick, old saliva that stretched from his fangs and tongue to the roof of his mouth.
The marten's tongue rolled out at a snail's pace, and Nash dragged it slowly and firmly against the wolf's quivering body, from the tips of his claws all the way to the tips of his ears, all the while exhaling slowly, to the wolf's ultimate displeasure. When the tongue reached his face, Liam cringed, shutting his mouth tight, but to no avail - the stale, thick, smelly saliva forced its way into his eyes, his nose, and his mouth, and its taste made him nauseous. Once the marten's tongue was off him, he coughed and sputtered, trying to spit Nash's saliva back out.
As soon as he did so, Nash's tongue, now coated with a fresh layer of warm saliva, came right back down on his face, and once again filled his mouth with the marten's drool.
The wolf once again spat it out, and Nash once again licked him.
"S-stop!" the wolf complained.
"If you keep spitting it out, I'll keep licking!" the marten replied, dragging his tongue firmly across the wolf's muzzle. Liam was about to spit out his drool once again, but then thought the better of it and, shuddering with revulsion, he swallowed it instead. "Good boy," Nash chirped. "Now go have some fun in my maw. You've earned it!"
"Wait, what? No. No! Please!" Liam begged as Nash opened his maw wide and dangled him above it by his tail.
The marten ignored him, letting go of his tail and clamping his jaws shut behind him. The smell in the marten's maw was even worse; it was no longer Nash's breath mixed with fresh air - it was just pure, bitter, undiluted morning breath. The wolf's eyes watered.
Grinning mischievously, Nash sloshed the wolf around in his mouth, making sure to cover every inch of his body in his thick, smelly drool, not leaving a single strand of fur unsoaked. The pine marten then lay back down, stretching himself contently, while the wolf in his mouth struggled and shouted obscenities at him. This went on for ten minutes or so before the wolf gave up and went limp, soaked through and miserable.
"Pleeeeease," he moaned as the marten rubbed him against the roof of his mouth, actually enjoying his taste. "Just let me out. I was mean. I'm sorry. Please let me out."
Nash rubbed his tongue against him for a few more seconds, getting a final taste of his wolf friend, then gulped down all the excess saliva in his mouth, sucking it out of the wolf's drenched fur, before finally spitting his friend back out onto his paw.
"And that's what I was waiting for all along!" the marten chirped, looking down with amusement at the bedraggled, miserable wolf. "And don't look through my private stuff again, alright? Who knows what you'd discover next," he said with a cheeky wink.
This story contains - licks, yucky things (like morning breath), mawplay, and so on, but nothing too extreme.
Nash is me, the micro wolf belongs to... no-one.
Enjoy!
Morning at Nash's
The alarm clock's evil tune drilled into Nash's head as he fumbled around blindly with his paw, trying to find it. He breathed a sigh of relief when he finally did, and he stretched himself, yawning wide.
"Dude... you're into vore?!"
Never before has Nash snapped open his eyes so quickly. He turned sharply to see Liam - his micro wolf friend (more of an acquaintance, really) - sitting in his tiny bed on top of his bedside table and looking through his smartphone.
"Liam!" Nash exclaimed, snatching the smartphone from the bedside table. "I told you not to look through my phone!"
Liam laughed. "Sorry, dude. The temptation was too big to resist. You're always so secretive!"
"But-"
"But vore? Duuuude..."
Nash blushed and looked down. "W-what's wrong with vore?"
"What's wrong with..." Liam facepalmed. "How can you be turned on by this?! Ew..."
Nash frowned as he looked at his friend's disgusted expression. He was never the nicest guy around, but he was being particularly mean right now - Liam's home was being redecorated, so Nash had let him stay at his place for the past few days, and how does he repay him? By kinkshaming him? Looking through his private stuff? How did he even know his passcode?!
"How can I be turned on by this, you ask?" Nash said, his eyes narrowing. "Why don't you find out for yourself, eh?"
"Hey!" Liam exclaimed in surprise as Nash grabbed him. The pine marten sat up, grinning at the micro wolf in his paw. "Dude, I told you not to grab me without asking!"
"Oops! My bad," Nash replied nonchalantly, bringing the wolf right up against his muzzle.
"Whoa, whoa! What are you... Don't bring me closer to your mouth, your breath stinks!"
"What's that? You like how my breath smells?"
"What? I said-"
But Nash couldn't care less what he said. He parted his lips and exhaled onto the wolf as slowly as he could. Liam held his breath, but he could only do so for so long, and was eventually forced to breathe with the pine marten's hot, stale, rancid morning breath. He squirmed, trying to escape it, but Nash kept him in place by pinning him down with the claws of his other forepaw.
"What's the big idea?" Liam asked, coughing, once Nash stopped exhaling.
Nash didn't respond, instead just opening his maw wide for the wolf to admire. Liam stared into it, wide-eyed, his primal instincts screaming in fear at the sight of the marten's pointy teeth, his pink, twitching tongue, his dark, pulsating throat, and the strands of thick, old saliva that stretched from his fangs and tongue to the roof of his mouth.
The marten's tongue rolled out at a snail's pace, and Nash dragged it slowly and firmly against the wolf's quivering body, from the tips of his claws all the way to the tips of his ears, all the while exhaling slowly, to the wolf's ultimate displeasure. When the tongue reached his face, Liam cringed, shutting his mouth tight, but to no avail - the stale, thick, smelly saliva forced its way into his eyes, his nose, and his mouth, and its taste made him nauseous. Once the marten's tongue was off him, he coughed and sputtered, trying to spit Nash's saliva back out.
As soon as he did so, Nash's tongue, now coated with a fresh layer of warm saliva, came right back down on his face, and once again filled his mouth with the marten's drool.
The wolf once again spat it out, and Nash once again licked him.
"S-stop!" the wolf complained.
"If you keep spitting it out, I'll keep licking!" the marten replied, dragging his tongue firmly across the wolf's muzzle. Liam was about to spit out his drool once again, but then thought the better of it and, shuddering with revulsion, he swallowed it instead. "Good boy," Nash chirped. "Now go have some fun in my maw. You've earned it!"
"Wait, what? No. No! Please!" Liam begged as Nash opened his maw wide and dangled him above it by his tail.
The marten ignored him, letting go of his tail and clamping his jaws shut behind him. The smell in the marten's maw was even worse; it was no longer Nash's breath mixed with fresh air - it was just pure, bitter, undiluted morning breath. The wolf's eyes watered.
Grinning mischievously, Nash sloshed the wolf around in his mouth, making sure to cover every inch of his body in his thick, smelly drool, not leaving a single strand of fur unsoaked. The pine marten then lay back down, stretching himself contently, while the wolf in his mouth struggled and shouted obscenities at him. This went on for ten minutes or so before the wolf gave up and went limp, soaked through and miserable.
"Pleeeeease," he moaned as the marten rubbed him against the roof of his mouth, actually enjoying his taste. "Just let me out. I was mean. I'm sorry. Please let me out."
Nash rubbed his tongue against him for a few more seconds, getting a final taste of his wolf friend, then gulped down all the excess saliva in his mouth, sucking it out of the wolf's drenched fur, before finally spitting his friend back out onto his paw.
"And that's what I was waiting for all along!" the marten chirped, looking down with amusement at the bedraggled, miserable wolf. "And don't look through my private stuff again, alright? Who knows what you'd discover next," he said with a cheeky wink.
THE END
Category Story / Vore
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Male
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I-I would certainly not mind waking up to then be played with by a friend inside of their maw <//>..
R-really nice work, Sir!
R-really nice work, Sir!
Hehe. I've lots of kinks ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
But that's only for stories. I'm a kind marten - I wouldn't do that to anyone myself ^^
But that's only for stories. I'm a kind marten - I wouldn't do that to anyone myself ^^
ooh, this is really nice, and very cute too. I really Love the details on the teasing, especially the breath and drool. personally I think he's quite the lucky wolf, but I might be a bit biased ^.^'
Yep. The wolf doesn't realize how lucky he is :P
Thanks so much for stopping by! I'm glad you enjoyed the story ^^
Thanks so much for stopping by! I'm glad you enjoyed the story ^^
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