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[STORY] The bull and deer - A vore story [part 1]
Okay my friends, it's a long time since a wrote something.... My last story is from four years ago.
After do a role play with Wondeerbread of Twitter, I decided to write this little story. But, I'll only continue to keep this work with you guys say that I can!
So, After read this, please, comment: " I Read and you need to continue!" or "No, ins't good, please, stop and come back to draw"
With you want, leave a comment saying what you like, and what you expect of this work!
The bull and Deer – A vore Story
Part 1
Bulls are known for their strength, power, lack of patience, and of course, for their powerful and bulky stomachs. But this one managed to exceed all possible limits. December 26th was the result of the madness of two days of parties forgotten in a lost consciousness. The bubbles of champagne still bubble in the throat, leaving that slight acidic taste in the bottom. The fruits, each one of which their taste, still leave the trail of their perfume in the nostrils of the great brownish red ruminant. Forages being digested slowly still leave a trail of intoxicating flavors in the animal's mind. The rumen makes snores and sounds of something being digested, a spherical mass so voluptuous that anyone would be impressed.
Open the eyes. A simple act to be done, it is just a blink, a simple opening, a blinding entrance of light that in seconds becomes images. But even though it is something simple to do, after a day of eating, and who knows, magic, opening your eyes is a martyrdom, a challenge, even for the strongest.
Yauhas opens his eyes, half-drunk from supper, moaning a bit. Upon opening his eyes he is faced with an orb that he can call a belly. The expression of pleasure explodes on his face, with one of his hooves, rubbing the results of the past days.
- Ah, I knew I could count on you, old partner, he says, fluffing his belly.
What is expected of a bovine? Who is in the middle of a pasture? But for an anthropomorphic being, this is not common. Living in an organized society, being naked under a tree in the middle of nowhere makes no sense, unless things at least strange have happened. The last thing he remembers is the Christmas party, with the birth of the sheep boy, traditional in the culture of that period. How did he get there? Under that leafy tree that emerges behind your head. How is he lying in the middle of the grass, which still has a little dew hanging over it? Questions that are chased away with the sweet sound of a full stomach. The red belly still bubbles. His body is wet with dew. He keeps looking at the paunch. Another doubt comes towards him. Why is he without clothes? He remembered his beautiful black suit, with a red flower in his pocket. He remembers the first bowl of champagne and well, that's all. Dark and empty in the mind. The bubbles in the drink reflected something different, a slight pink glow, which the mare in the corner of the room knew very well.
Confusion taking over the mind, how the hell did he end up there? He wanted answers from his nakedness, revealed both in his body and in his mind. A burp escapes. Relief sensation with the decrease of pressure in that noisy paunch.
Not far from there, a deer passes. Blue fur on the belly and feet, plus a tuft of the same color. The rest of the body follows the typical colors of a deer. The antlers are not as prominent as other beings of their species, moreover, their body is very thin, exposing the classic thinness of this group of ruminants. He carries a dolphin pendant on his neck, and a hedonistic desire to be devoured.
Something strange, the mirrors show absurd and essential things. Being eaten seems to be the only option for some herbivores, but also carnivores. A primitive and essential desire, to be engulfed, transformed into something more, just to transcend and become one with the body of your predator.
The deer looks out of the corner of his eye and notices that strange shape at the foot of the tree. Something runs inside your body. A sensation, an icy cold, but not with fear, with immeasurable pleasure. Is that a dream, or a vision made by the gods? He gets closer. With every second that passes, his heart leaps even more in his chest. The image that unfolds in front of him is something thunderous, wonderful, intoxicating like a big glass of wine. Mesmerized by the image, he continues walking, as if that is the true destiny of his little life.
The belly is rounded, the legs extend forward, with nothing covering them. It is strange, but he can see two hooves rubbing that sphere of obscene and animal desires. Ah, if it could be one with that belly, he thinks. If he could live in there for all eternity. The approach allows him to see a bull lost in obscene desires and lush thoughts. The eyes of the being are in the distance as if hypnotized.
Upon arriving close to the bull, the deer still with a passionate look, mixed with a child's fear and a fleeting desire, says:
- You have a very nice belly indeed, and I love bovines, you know?
Yauhas, frightened by the appearance of the small deer, coming out of his stupor looks and sees a thin creature, who shows a slightly disconcerted smile, and says:
- Really? I love my beautiful gut, I mean, you can shove a lot of food in this gurgly belly….
Upon hearing this speech, the little deer looks with an even more passionate look. A hot flame burning in his chest. Getting closer to the bull, who is apparently in a trance, mesmerized by the slight undulations of his belly, he says:
- I would shove more than just food into that big cute cow gut if you know what I mean….
He gives a little wink while rubbing one of his hooves on my chest. Sorry, narrator, now is my time to tell this part of the story, because the belly is mine, and letting this deer call me a cow is almost a slap in the ears.
But, as if completing that sweet and strange phrase, the deer continues its sentence. A mixture of tension, lust, and desire arose in my head when I heard:
- Hopefully, there's some room left after all that Christmas dinner.
He gives a little laugh after he says that. I feel something strange, something that moves inside me, and I know that it is not just the gases of digestion, or that they are? because at that very moment a big “Rumble” explodes from my rumen. It is as if that sound coming from my stomach is mixed with a sentence. A thin voice says "Let him come, yes, yes, yes, he must be ours". The only thing I can do right now is to say:
- Oh, I understand perfectly what you mean…. I always have room.
After that, I slap my belly hard while burping towards the head of the little deer. His hair swayed with the air of my mouth. His eyes shine with youthful joy. Then, placing himself on my chest, the little one says:
- Well maybe you'll have to try out this deer for desert, venison is a classic part of holiday meals in some places you know.
My will becomes small in relation to my desire. It is as if something more instinctive springs up inside me, I feel saliva starting to come out of the corner of my mouth. Something is coming, I can feel it. Responding in a somewhat sarcastic way, I say:
- Well, with you insist I love to know new cultural things ... maybe you can teach me about this...
I speak like someone in love, rubbing my belly smeared with dew and sweat. Has the temperature gone up since that sudden encounter? I don't imagine that was it. But who knows...
Inside my thoughts, lost in my own stupor, I didn't see what was about to happen.
And, with you want draw something related to this, go ahead!
After do a role play with Wondeerbread of Twitter, I decided to write this little story. But, I'll only continue to keep this work with you guys say that I can!
So, After read this, please, comment: " I Read and you need to continue!" or "No, ins't good, please, stop and come back to draw"
With you want, leave a comment saying what you like, and what you expect of this work!
The bull and Deer – A vore Story
Part 1
Bulls are known for their strength, power, lack of patience, and of course, for their powerful and bulky stomachs. But this one managed to exceed all possible limits. December 26th was the result of the madness of two days of parties forgotten in a lost consciousness. The bubbles of champagne still bubble in the throat, leaving that slight acidic taste in the bottom. The fruits, each one of which their taste, still leave the trail of their perfume in the nostrils of the great brownish red ruminant. Forages being digested slowly still leave a trail of intoxicating flavors in the animal's mind. The rumen makes snores and sounds of something being digested, a spherical mass so voluptuous that anyone would be impressed.
Open the eyes. A simple act to be done, it is just a blink, a simple opening, a blinding entrance of light that in seconds becomes images. But even though it is something simple to do, after a day of eating, and who knows, magic, opening your eyes is a martyrdom, a challenge, even for the strongest.
Yauhas opens his eyes, half-drunk from supper, moaning a bit. Upon opening his eyes he is faced with an orb that he can call a belly. The expression of pleasure explodes on his face, with one of his hooves, rubbing the results of the past days.
- Ah, I knew I could count on you, old partner, he says, fluffing his belly.
What is expected of a bovine? Who is in the middle of a pasture? But for an anthropomorphic being, this is not common. Living in an organized society, being naked under a tree in the middle of nowhere makes no sense, unless things at least strange have happened. The last thing he remembers is the Christmas party, with the birth of the sheep boy, traditional in the culture of that period. How did he get there? Under that leafy tree that emerges behind your head. How is he lying in the middle of the grass, which still has a little dew hanging over it? Questions that are chased away with the sweet sound of a full stomach. The red belly still bubbles. His body is wet with dew. He keeps looking at the paunch. Another doubt comes towards him. Why is he without clothes? He remembered his beautiful black suit, with a red flower in his pocket. He remembers the first bowl of champagne and well, that's all. Dark and empty in the mind. The bubbles in the drink reflected something different, a slight pink glow, which the mare in the corner of the room knew very well.
Confusion taking over the mind, how the hell did he end up there? He wanted answers from his nakedness, revealed both in his body and in his mind. A burp escapes. Relief sensation with the decrease of pressure in that noisy paunch.
Not far from there, a deer passes. Blue fur on the belly and feet, plus a tuft of the same color. The rest of the body follows the typical colors of a deer. The antlers are not as prominent as other beings of their species, moreover, their body is very thin, exposing the classic thinness of this group of ruminants. He carries a dolphin pendant on his neck, and a hedonistic desire to be devoured.
Something strange, the mirrors show absurd and essential things. Being eaten seems to be the only option for some herbivores, but also carnivores. A primitive and essential desire, to be engulfed, transformed into something more, just to transcend and become one with the body of your predator.
The deer looks out of the corner of his eye and notices that strange shape at the foot of the tree. Something runs inside your body. A sensation, an icy cold, but not with fear, with immeasurable pleasure. Is that a dream, or a vision made by the gods? He gets closer. With every second that passes, his heart leaps even more in his chest. The image that unfolds in front of him is something thunderous, wonderful, intoxicating like a big glass of wine. Mesmerized by the image, he continues walking, as if that is the true destiny of his little life.
The belly is rounded, the legs extend forward, with nothing covering them. It is strange, but he can see two hooves rubbing that sphere of obscene and animal desires. Ah, if it could be one with that belly, he thinks. If he could live in there for all eternity. The approach allows him to see a bull lost in obscene desires and lush thoughts. The eyes of the being are in the distance as if hypnotized.
Upon arriving close to the bull, the deer still with a passionate look, mixed with a child's fear and a fleeting desire, says:
- You have a very nice belly indeed, and I love bovines, you know?
Yauhas, frightened by the appearance of the small deer, coming out of his stupor looks and sees a thin creature, who shows a slightly disconcerted smile, and says:
- Really? I love my beautiful gut, I mean, you can shove a lot of food in this gurgly belly….
Upon hearing this speech, the little deer looks with an even more passionate look. A hot flame burning in his chest. Getting closer to the bull, who is apparently in a trance, mesmerized by the slight undulations of his belly, he says:
- I would shove more than just food into that big cute cow gut if you know what I mean….
He gives a little wink while rubbing one of his hooves on my chest. Sorry, narrator, now is my time to tell this part of the story, because the belly is mine, and letting this deer call me a cow is almost a slap in the ears.
But, as if completing that sweet and strange phrase, the deer continues its sentence. A mixture of tension, lust, and desire arose in my head when I heard:
- Hopefully, there's some room left after all that Christmas dinner.
He gives a little laugh after he says that. I feel something strange, something that moves inside me, and I know that it is not just the gases of digestion, or that they are? because at that very moment a big “Rumble” explodes from my rumen. It is as if that sound coming from my stomach is mixed with a sentence. A thin voice says "Let him come, yes, yes, yes, he must be ours". The only thing I can do right now is to say:
- Oh, I understand perfectly what you mean…. I always have room.
After that, I slap my belly hard while burping towards the head of the little deer. His hair swayed with the air of my mouth. His eyes shine with youthful joy. Then, placing himself on my chest, the little one says:
- Well maybe you'll have to try out this deer for desert, venison is a classic part of holiday meals in some places you know.
My will becomes small in relation to my desire. It is as if something more instinctive springs up inside me, I feel saliva starting to come out of the corner of my mouth. Something is coming, I can feel it. Responding in a somewhat sarcastic way, I say:
- Well, with you insist I love to know new cultural things ... maybe you can teach me about this...
I speak like someone in love, rubbing my belly smeared with dew and sweat. Has the temperature gone up since that sudden encounter? I don't imagine that was it. But who knows...
Inside my thoughts, lost in my own stupor, I didn't see what was about to happen.
And, with you want draw something related to this, go ahead!
Category Story / Vore
Species Bovine (Other)
Gender Multiple characters
Size 50 x 50px
I think if you have to continue this story, it's great, I love the descriptions of the bull's belly
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