Just a quick, cute little vore story I wrote. Enjoy :3
Far away from anywhere else, surrounded by a hot, deadly desert strewn with bones both fresh and old, slowly turning into sand themselves under the heat of the scorching sun, lies the most lush jungle you could ever imagine, a paradise in the midst of death, found only by those who dare risk their lives chasing myths, or poor lost souls with nowhere else to go. One such soul was Claypaw, a young ferret from the Kingdom of Eris - a magical place, a valley that grants each and every mustelid born within its boundaries the gift of *magic*, the ability to connect with and control one of the four (or five, depending on whom you ask) elements that form the veil of reality. Claypaw - who prefers to go by Clay - was named after the dark brown fur on all four of his paws, a stark contrast to the creamy colour of most of the rest of his coat, making him look like his paws (and ears, and the top side of his muzzle, and also the tip of his tail) were all permanently covered in mud.
Clay ran through the jungle like his tail was on fire, dodging projectiles left and right. He had been spotted, but he wasn't going to simply give up! Never! After losing his pursuers, he stood leaning against a tree, panting. "Time for a taste of your own medicine, friends~," he mumbled to himself before stalking back through the jungle. He saw a meerkat's head in the distance. Perfect! Slowly, silently, he loaded up his blowgun, pressed it against his lips, and...
SPLAT!
"Oh, what the..." The meerkat touched the back of his head - it was all wet and sticky. He looked down at his fingers - glistening with a deep red substance. He turned around and saw the culprit - a grinning ferret face. "How did you get so close? I didn't hear a thing!" the meerkat whined. "And did you *have* to go for the head? You know how these berries are - I won't be able to wash this off for weeks!"
"You snooze, you lose! See ya!"
With that, the ferret disappeared once more into the undergrowth, ready to hunt down the rest of his friends. And hunt them down he did - one by one, they all ended up with a red splotch on their head and a grumpy frown on their face.
"You sure you haven't been using any of those magic tricks of yours?" one of them asked the ferret, their arms crossed, their face a mask of suspicion. It was a beige rabbit with long, floppy ears, and an eternal distrust of everyone around him. "You're awfully good at every game we play..."
"Pffffft. 'Course not, Dew! I already told you - my powers don't let me manipulate anything *physically*."
"Maybe you went into our minds, then. Made us not pay attention to your clumsy footsteps."
"I can't do that. Besides, you'd know if I went into your mind - you'd feel it!"
"Hmmmmmm. If you say soooooooo..."
"You know so!"
"Ohhhhhh, shush, you ninnies," said a female ferret. "Clay isn't cheating. He's just that good! Aren't you, Clay~" she looked at him dreamily.
Clay shuffled uncomfortably, curling his toes. "Ehehe. I guess. I just- OUCH!" A paper airplane hit the ferret in the forehead. "What's this? Almost poked my eye out!"
Seemingly out of nowhere, a golden butterfly materialized next to the ferret. Spark was his name, and he was what connected the ferret to the world of the mystical, to the world of magic. All magical mustelids had a Spirit Butterfly; these creatures were powerless on their own, just as the mustelids were. But, paired together, they could accomplish wonderful things.
"Magic," Spark said, his antennae twitching. "A magical letter, it seems! But from whom?"
Clay's brows furrowed, his bouncy demeanour replaced by an unusual tension. "I don't like this, Spark. Not one bit," he said as he picked up the paper airplane. It had been years since he ran away from home. Why on earth would they try to reach him *now*? And if it wasn't them - then *who*?
Slowly, uncertainly, he opened the letter, and instantly bit his lip as he recognized his mother's pawwriting. A mixture of emotions flushed through him - anger, hatred, sadness, longing...
He could feel his eyes begin to sting, so he instantly banished these feelings with a shake of his head and a twitch of his tail, and started to read the letter as indifferently as he could.
"Claypaw. I'm sorry. *We're* sorry. We know we did you wrong. So much wrong. There is so much I want to tell you, but there is no time. Please come back. I'm begging you. We need your help, Claypaw. You're our last hope. Please, son. We need your gift. Please come home."
Clay stared at the letter for a long, long time... then started tearing it to bits.
"W-What are you doing?!" Spark exclaimed, his eyes wide.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" came the snarky reply.
"Aren't you gonna help?"
"Help? With what? Whatever they're playing at, I'm not falling for it."
"The cats, Clay! The cats! Couldn't you smell them on the paper? The cats must have invaded the Kingdom!"
Clay stared into the distance for a while, then shrugged. "Not my problem. Not my Kingdom. Not anymore..."
"B-B-But they're still your flesh and blood!" the butterfly stammered as he struggled to keep up with the ferret, who had dived into some nearby bushes and was presently making his way back to his treehouse.
"That didn't stop *them* from shunning me."
"Well, be better than them! You don't wanna be *like* them, do you?"
The ferret glared dangerously at the butterfly. "And what about you? Can't you remember all the times I had to save you from the other butterflies? Can't you remember all the times I had to pluck you out of ice creams they crammed you in so you wouldn't get eaten?"
"Ohhhhhh, it was all in good fun, you know Spirit Butterflies are immortal..." The ferret gave him a funny look. "Okay, fine, fine, they were assholes. But still. It doesn't mean they deserve to *die*. And that's what might happen to them if we don't save them!"
Clay grunted. "Years, Spark. Years." They were in a sunny clearing now. Clay sighed as he flopped onto his back, lying at the center of the green, sun-warmed patch of grass. Spark settled on his nose. "They haven't seen me in *years*. They didn't miss me. I didn't get a single letter. They were *happy* I was gone. They were happy to be rid of the ferret born linked to the forbidden element, the ferret they thought would bring misfortune upon them. And now that *real* misfortune fell upon them they want me back? I don't think so, Spark. I don't think so."
"But Clayyyyy! You have to understand, magical creatures are very superstitious! It comes with the trade! They've been told by their parents and their parents' parents and their parents' parents' parents that the Death Element is evil. Of course they were scared of you! Just the name sounds scary! All mammals have a primal fear of death! This is your chance to prove them wrong! If you don't save them... then you'll be proving them *right*. Cause then you'll have blood on your claws."
Clay growled threateningly. Spark had never heard his friend growl at him before. He flinched. "Don't try to guilt-trip me, Spark," said the disgruntled ferret. "I will have no blood on my claws. I have nothing to do with them now. Now leave me alone. I wanna get some sleep."
He pawed at the butterfly on his snout, who swiftly evaded the ferret's sharp claws before settling back down on his nose. "Clay, they're your *family*! If you don't save them, you're as good as a *murderer*! I don't wanna-"
"Go *away*, Spark," Clay said through gritted teeth. "You're testing my patience."
"Oh, *I'm* testing *your* patience? What about *my* patience! Every single second counts, Clay! We should have been on our way as soon as we read that letter! And yet here you are all "woe is meeeeeee, boo-hoo", moping and lazing about on your fat ferret ass like some useless, good-for-nothing-"
If you asked him after the fact, Clay wouldn't really be able to tell you what went through his head in that moment. Something snapped within Clay's mind - a hidden switch was flipped, a switch he didn't know he had. One moment - the butterfly was raging on his nose, calling him names and impersonating him in an annoying, high-pitched voice that drilled into his ears like needles. The next - time seemed to slow as Clay's jaws clamped shut on the butterfly with a resounding clack. Spark now found himself trapped between the sharp fangs of the ferret's maw, fluttering uselessly. A brief pause hung in the air as Clay processed what had just transpired, before he began to chew grumpily on his captive, as if taking out his anger and frustration on him.
The butterfly struggled futilely amidst the relentless grinding of teeth, and whenever he managed to get clear of them, the ferret's tongue would shove him right back under the gnashing fangs to endure more chomps. Eventually the ferret relented though, and Spark lay motionless in a pool of drool on Clay's warm, delicate tongue. Clay lifted his tongue and rubbed the limp insect against the rough roof of his mouth thoughtfully, the butterfly's lemony essence tingling delightfully across his taste buds.
Though weakened and battered by its ordeal, the butterfly was not yet dead. It thrashed about desperately within Clay's mouth as it felt the strong, slimy muscles of the ferret's throat begin to embrace him, seeking escape from the sticky web of saliva that ensnared him - a valiant struggle against inevitable, impending doom. None of that changed anything - down the ferret's throat he continued to go, sliding further and further into the deep, mysterious darkness.
A single, soft gulp sealed Spark's fate as the fluttering creature vanished down Clay's gullet. Not for *good*, of course - he would return in a few hours. Once the ferret's body digested him and broke him down into pure nutrients, he'd return in a *new* body. But, for now - Clay had finally found some peace. He licked his lips and lay motionless for a bit, still puzzled at what just happened. Did he really just eat his own friend? Not the nicest thing to do, but... darn it, he could finally hear his own thoughts without all his *yapping*. He sighed in relief and closed his eyes, thinking of... everything. The past, the present, and all the possible futures that all depended on what decision he made right now. WIll he ignore the letter? Will he come back home? It wasn't long before the ferret drifted off to sleep.
Cats dominated his dreams. Or rather... his *nightmares*. "Clay! Help me!" his mother called to him as she was picked up by the scruff of her neck by a large, scratched-up, black cat with a mean sneer on his face. The cat laughed evilly as he opened his maw wide and dangled her over it. "Clay! Please!" his mother begged as she was slowly being lowered into the hot, slimy maw, already brushing past the sharp fangs waiting to sink themselves into her flesh. She was tearing up, a look of horror and deep sadness on her face. "*Clay*. You don't want me *gone*... do you?"
Clay awoke with a start, his heart racing, his own eyes filled with tears. But, realizing it was just a dream, he soon calmed down, that intense feeling of sorrow evaporating quickly. He sat up with a groan. No, he did *not* want his mother gone... forever. Not saving his mother would be an irreversible mistake that he would regret for the rest of his life. He knew what he had to do. He rubbed his belly - how long had Spark been in there already? Must have been a few hours for sure, judging by the position of the sun in the sky. His metabolism was rather fast, which meant Spark would return any minute now. Good. He needed him for the magic. And... the company, too. As annoying as he could get sometimes, he was fond of the little guy.
The ferret lay down again and waited. As if on cue, a few moments later he felt a tiny weight on his chest. He looked down at it. "Sparrrrrrrk! Hey, buddy! I-"
"Nope!" Spark cut him off. "No need to apologize, just... don't ever mention it again."
"Apologize?" The ferret grinned mischievously. "Oh, I wasn't going to *apologize*. Eww! You deserved it, stinky!" He poked the butterfly playfully with a claw.
"Deserved it??? I... well, okay, I may have gotten a little carried away, but you don't eat your friends!!!"
"You're tasty, though. Wanna go again, sometime?"
The butterfly glared at him, albeit playfully, then flinched as the ferret stretched, yawning mightily.
"Certainly not. You know what I had to endure in there???"
"Umm... half-digested walnut cake?" the ferret asked with an innocent smile.
Spark shook his head, smiling. "You're unbelievable. Walnut cake, and lots of bones. Anyway, you thought any more about... well, you know. The letter?"
Clay's expression sobered, and he nodded. "Yeah. I'll go back. You were right."
"I'm *always* right!"
"Yeah, but you're always being a dick about it..."
"Ah, well. Guess I learned my lesson. Come on, then! Let's not waste any more time!"
Clay sighed as he revelled in this moment of peace for a few more seconds before finally getting up. A long journey lay ahead of him... as did the battle of his lifetime. His element was needed... and, for the first time ever, he would use it to its full potential. He would use it for what it was named after. The Death Element.
STORY
Far away from anywhere else, surrounded by a hot, deadly desert strewn with bones both fresh and old, slowly turning into sand themselves under the heat of the scorching sun, lies the most lush jungle you could ever imagine, a paradise in the midst of death, found only by those who dare risk their lives chasing myths, or poor lost souls with nowhere else to go. One such soul was Claypaw, a young ferret from the Kingdom of Eris - a magical place, a valley that grants each and every mustelid born within its boundaries the gift of *magic*, the ability to connect with and control one of the four (or five, depending on whom you ask) elements that form the veil of reality. Claypaw - who prefers to go by Clay - was named after the dark brown fur on all four of his paws, a stark contrast to the creamy colour of most of the rest of his coat, making him look like his paws (and ears, and the top side of his muzzle, and also the tip of his tail) were all permanently covered in mud.
Clay ran through the jungle like his tail was on fire, dodging projectiles left and right. He had been spotted, but he wasn't going to simply give up! Never! After losing his pursuers, he stood leaning against a tree, panting. "Time for a taste of your own medicine, friends~," he mumbled to himself before stalking back through the jungle. He saw a meerkat's head in the distance. Perfect! Slowly, silently, he loaded up his blowgun, pressed it against his lips, and...
SPLAT!
"Oh, what the..." The meerkat touched the back of his head - it was all wet and sticky. He looked down at his fingers - glistening with a deep red substance. He turned around and saw the culprit - a grinning ferret face. "How did you get so close? I didn't hear a thing!" the meerkat whined. "And did you *have* to go for the head? You know how these berries are - I won't be able to wash this off for weeks!"
"You snooze, you lose! See ya!"
With that, the ferret disappeared once more into the undergrowth, ready to hunt down the rest of his friends. And hunt them down he did - one by one, they all ended up with a red splotch on their head and a grumpy frown on their face.
"You sure you haven't been using any of those magic tricks of yours?" one of them asked the ferret, their arms crossed, their face a mask of suspicion. It was a beige rabbit with long, floppy ears, and an eternal distrust of everyone around him. "You're awfully good at every game we play..."
"Pffffft. 'Course not, Dew! I already told you - my powers don't let me manipulate anything *physically*."
"Maybe you went into our minds, then. Made us not pay attention to your clumsy footsteps."
"I can't do that. Besides, you'd know if I went into your mind - you'd feel it!"
"Hmmmmmm. If you say soooooooo..."
"You know so!"
"Ohhhhhh, shush, you ninnies," said a female ferret. "Clay isn't cheating. He's just that good! Aren't you, Clay~" she looked at him dreamily.
Clay shuffled uncomfortably, curling his toes. "Ehehe. I guess. I just- OUCH!" A paper airplane hit the ferret in the forehead. "What's this? Almost poked my eye out!"
Seemingly out of nowhere, a golden butterfly materialized next to the ferret. Spark was his name, and he was what connected the ferret to the world of the mystical, to the world of magic. All magical mustelids had a Spirit Butterfly; these creatures were powerless on their own, just as the mustelids were. But, paired together, they could accomplish wonderful things.
"Magic," Spark said, his antennae twitching. "A magical letter, it seems! But from whom?"
Clay's brows furrowed, his bouncy demeanour replaced by an unusual tension. "I don't like this, Spark. Not one bit," he said as he picked up the paper airplane. It had been years since he ran away from home. Why on earth would they try to reach him *now*? And if it wasn't them - then *who*?
Slowly, uncertainly, he opened the letter, and instantly bit his lip as he recognized his mother's pawwriting. A mixture of emotions flushed through him - anger, hatred, sadness, longing...
He could feel his eyes begin to sting, so he instantly banished these feelings with a shake of his head and a twitch of his tail, and started to read the letter as indifferently as he could.
"Claypaw. I'm sorry. *We're* sorry. We know we did you wrong. So much wrong. There is so much I want to tell you, but there is no time. Please come back. I'm begging you. We need your help, Claypaw. You're our last hope. Please, son. We need your gift. Please come home."
Clay stared at the letter for a long, long time... then started tearing it to bits.
"W-What are you doing?!" Spark exclaimed, his eyes wide.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" came the snarky reply.
"Aren't you gonna help?"
"Help? With what? Whatever they're playing at, I'm not falling for it."
"The cats, Clay! The cats! Couldn't you smell them on the paper? The cats must have invaded the Kingdom!"
Clay stared into the distance for a while, then shrugged. "Not my problem. Not my Kingdom. Not anymore..."
"B-B-But they're still your flesh and blood!" the butterfly stammered as he struggled to keep up with the ferret, who had dived into some nearby bushes and was presently making his way back to his treehouse.
"That didn't stop *them* from shunning me."
"Well, be better than them! You don't wanna be *like* them, do you?"
The ferret glared dangerously at the butterfly. "And what about you? Can't you remember all the times I had to save you from the other butterflies? Can't you remember all the times I had to pluck you out of ice creams they crammed you in so you wouldn't get eaten?"
"Ohhhhhh, it was all in good fun, you know Spirit Butterflies are immortal..." The ferret gave him a funny look. "Okay, fine, fine, they were assholes. But still. It doesn't mean they deserve to *die*. And that's what might happen to them if we don't save them!"
Clay grunted. "Years, Spark. Years." They were in a sunny clearing now. Clay sighed as he flopped onto his back, lying at the center of the green, sun-warmed patch of grass. Spark settled on his nose. "They haven't seen me in *years*. They didn't miss me. I didn't get a single letter. They were *happy* I was gone. They were happy to be rid of the ferret born linked to the forbidden element, the ferret they thought would bring misfortune upon them. And now that *real* misfortune fell upon them they want me back? I don't think so, Spark. I don't think so."
"But Clayyyyy! You have to understand, magical creatures are very superstitious! It comes with the trade! They've been told by their parents and their parents' parents and their parents' parents' parents that the Death Element is evil. Of course they were scared of you! Just the name sounds scary! All mammals have a primal fear of death! This is your chance to prove them wrong! If you don't save them... then you'll be proving them *right*. Cause then you'll have blood on your claws."
Clay growled threateningly. Spark had never heard his friend growl at him before. He flinched. "Don't try to guilt-trip me, Spark," said the disgruntled ferret. "I will have no blood on my claws. I have nothing to do with them now. Now leave me alone. I wanna get some sleep."
He pawed at the butterfly on his snout, who swiftly evaded the ferret's sharp claws before settling back down on his nose. "Clay, they're your *family*! If you don't save them, you're as good as a *murderer*! I don't wanna-"
"Go *away*, Spark," Clay said through gritted teeth. "You're testing my patience."
"Oh, *I'm* testing *your* patience? What about *my* patience! Every single second counts, Clay! We should have been on our way as soon as we read that letter! And yet here you are all "woe is meeeeeee, boo-hoo", moping and lazing about on your fat ferret ass like some useless, good-for-nothing-"
If you asked him after the fact, Clay wouldn't really be able to tell you what went through his head in that moment. Something snapped within Clay's mind - a hidden switch was flipped, a switch he didn't know he had. One moment - the butterfly was raging on his nose, calling him names and impersonating him in an annoying, high-pitched voice that drilled into his ears like needles. The next - time seemed to slow as Clay's jaws clamped shut on the butterfly with a resounding clack. Spark now found himself trapped between the sharp fangs of the ferret's maw, fluttering uselessly. A brief pause hung in the air as Clay processed what had just transpired, before he began to chew grumpily on his captive, as if taking out his anger and frustration on him.
The butterfly struggled futilely amidst the relentless grinding of teeth, and whenever he managed to get clear of them, the ferret's tongue would shove him right back under the gnashing fangs to endure more chomps. Eventually the ferret relented though, and Spark lay motionless in a pool of drool on Clay's warm, delicate tongue. Clay lifted his tongue and rubbed the limp insect against the rough roof of his mouth thoughtfully, the butterfly's lemony essence tingling delightfully across his taste buds.
Though weakened and battered by its ordeal, the butterfly was not yet dead. It thrashed about desperately within Clay's mouth as it felt the strong, slimy muscles of the ferret's throat begin to embrace him, seeking escape from the sticky web of saliva that ensnared him - a valiant struggle against inevitable, impending doom. None of that changed anything - down the ferret's throat he continued to go, sliding further and further into the deep, mysterious darkness.
A single, soft gulp sealed Spark's fate as the fluttering creature vanished down Clay's gullet. Not for *good*, of course - he would return in a few hours. Once the ferret's body digested him and broke him down into pure nutrients, he'd return in a *new* body. But, for now - Clay had finally found some peace. He licked his lips and lay motionless for a bit, still puzzled at what just happened. Did he really just eat his own friend? Not the nicest thing to do, but... darn it, he could finally hear his own thoughts without all his *yapping*. He sighed in relief and closed his eyes, thinking of... everything. The past, the present, and all the possible futures that all depended on what decision he made right now. WIll he ignore the letter? Will he come back home? It wasn't long before the ferret drifted off to sleep.
Cats dominated his dreams. Or rather... his *nightmares*. "Clay! Help me!" his mother called to him as she was picked up by the scruff of her neck by a large, scratched-up, black cat with a mean sneer on his face. The cat laughed evilly as he opened his maw wide and dangled her over it. "Clay! Please!" his mother begged as she was slowly being lowered into the hot, slimy maw, already brushing past the sharp fangs waiting to sink themselves into her flesh. She was tearing up, a look of horror and deep sadness on her face. "*Clay*. You don't want me *gone*... do you?"
Clay awoke with a start, his heart racing, his own eyes filled with tears. But, realizing it was just a dream, he soon calmed down, that intense feeling of sorrow evaporating quickly. He sat up with a groan. No, he did *not* want his mother gone... forever. Not saving his mother would be an irreversible mistake that he would regret for the rest of his life. He knew what he had to do. He rubbed his belly - how long had Spark been in there already? Must have been a few hours for sure, judging by the position of the sun in the sky. His metabolism was rather fast, which meant Spark would return any minute now. Good. He needed him for the magic. And... the company, too. As annoying as he could get sometimes, he was fond of the little guy.
The ferret lay down again and waited. As if on cue, a few moments later he felt a tiny weight on his chest. He looked down at it. "Sparrrrrrrk! Hey, buddy! I-"
"Nope!" Spark cut him off. "No need to apologize, just... don't ever mention it again."
"Apologize?" The ferret grinned mischievously. "Oh, I wasn't going to *apologize*. Eww! You deserved it, stinky!" He poked the butterfly playfully with a claw.
"Deserved it??? I... well, okay, I may have gotten a little carried away, but you don't eat your friends!!!"
"You're tasty, though. Wanna go again, sometime?"
The butterfly glared at him, albeit playfully, then flinched as the ferret stretched, yawning mightily.
"Certainly not. You know what I had to endure in there???"
"Umm... half-digested walnut cake?" the ferret asked with an innocent smile.
Spark shook his head, smiling. "You're unbelievable. Walnut cake, and lots of bones. Anyway, you thought any more about... well, you know. The letter?"
Clay's expression sobered, and he nodded. "Yeah. I'll go back. You were right."
"I'm *always* right!"
"Yeah, but you're always being a dick about it..."
"Ah, well. Guess I learned my lesson. Come on, then! Let's not waste any more time!"
Clay sighed as he revelled in this moment of peace for a few more seconds before finally getting up. A long journey lay ahead of him... as did the battle of his lifetime. His element was needed... and, for the first time ever, he would use it to its full potential. He would use it for what it was named after. The Death Element.
Category Story / Vore
Species Ferret
Gender Male
Size 800 x 800px
Certified "I wanna write a novel about this but just don't have the motivation so I'm gonna cram in as much lore into this tiny story as possible" moment :3
Ohh, I like this <3
I can definitely tell you've crammed ton of background world-building into this!!
I can definitely tell you've crammed ton of background world-building into this!!
Hehe. Yeah, I think it would make for a fun story if extended!
Glad you liked it ^^
Glad you liked it ^^
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