Vore a Whore

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Please be advised the story contains the following: male sergal taur pred, willing female preys: alpaca taur and anthro kangaroo, M/F sex, blowjob, cunnilingus, paw fetish (kneading, licking), face sitting, clean rimming, soft and clean same size oral and anal vore, massive belly bulges, fatal digestion, disposal, scat, urine. Reader discretion is advised – enjoy!

All characters featured within this story are fictional and above the legal age of consent.

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Samuel was walking through the dark narrow alley, swishing his long tail with a bushy brush on the tip in excitement. He managed to rob a local celebrity house and not get caught after that – a thing of pride for any criminal scum like him. Now he had plenty of cash at his disposal and wanted to put it in good use – it’s been a really long while since he had a living prey, let alone a willing one. When one of his peers told him about a secret night club, where models were willing to fulfill any pervy desires of their customers, including fatal ones – he decided that he simply has to pay a visit to it. The sergal taur might look slender and even feminine, but it didn’t mean his retracted abdomens weren’t craving for a filling dinner – actually, simply thinking about eating a whore made both stomachs of his groan and gurgle in eager anticipation… Finally, he saw a small neon sign with the revealing title “Vore a Whore”. Samuel chuckled at the pun intended and started walking downstairs awkwardly – the owners of the place didn’t think much about accessibility for taurs, though it was hard to blame them for that – his body type was quite rare compared to anthros and it was such a misfortune – taurs would be so much more filling as preys… The grumpy cheese boy passed through the face control and frozen at the doorstep as his expectations were proven to be wrong.

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