VoreTextMeme

Vore Text Meme: Write Your Favorite Scene

Intersex/M Anal vore, disposal

by Anima



"Stop, cat."

I pause in my stroll through the market, surprised to need to glance *up* at the source of the command.  A huge mare leans out from her tent, violet silk draped over her frame and veiling her face.

"Come with me.  I'm what you want, what you need.  I've been waiting for you."
She curls a finger in a beckon while retreating into the shade of her tent.  I'm forced to follow to satisfy my curiosity, suspecting that only knock-off watches await within.  Instead I find the mare gathering her things, the evidence of a stay of perhaps a week evident in the items and trash in the fire pit.

"You're going to come with me, cat.  I'm going to fuck you 'til you can't say your own name, then devour you."  Before I can respond with something wry or witty, she's standing with hips inches from my nose.  A hand cups the back of my head and forces my face into her crotch, drowning me in potent stallion *and* mare scents.  Even without the smell, the feel of fat sheath and huge brimming balls makes her 'fuck you' promise a very real possibility.  I forego words and simply follow when she leaves the tent, watching the shadow of her perfect ass while she trots along.  As we make our way through the streets I start to notice wet stripes on the cobblestones.  A whiff registers finally: precum.  She soaked right through her clothing and the saturated silks are admitting blobs and ropes of the stuff to plop right through to the ground.  My own shaft grows sweetly stiff at this revelation.  Who can resist feeling good about evoking that kind of arousal in someone?

     The place she took me to was ramshackle, an abandoned store of some sort that had cleared out ages ago.  It obviously wasn't a home.  I tipped my head up to ask a question, but she just palmed the end of my muzzle.  "I ate the employees here.  Then the people who came to repossess it.  And then the police who came to investigate.  I'm left alone now."  As the doors swing shut behind me, the mare pauses to roll a steel security shutter down over the entry-way.  She makes a point not to lock it, and turns her grinning face towards me.  "No one but me walks back through those doors.  You're doomed, pussy cat.  And you're hard about it, aren't you?"

     Her slime-caked silks fall away while she strides towards a nest of old mattresses, pillows, blankets, and...quite a few discarded sets of clothing.  She sinks down, tucking her legs beneath her, and rests her hands upon the floor on either side of her.  The fat column of her dick juts from her crotch, every beat of her heart a visible tremble through the log.  Her flare drools dollops of precum thick as pudding, the blobs mounding up rather rapidly beneath the musky spigot. She needs no words, and I need no commands.  I draw in close, and mouth over that flare.  Her flavor explodes over my tastebuds...  She's been masturbating for days in her tent, and hasn't bathed today.  My tongue slithers out to cup a foot of her cock's underside, slip-sliding along the throbbing meat, coaxing harder squirts of goo from that fuckstick.  Her hand settles along the back of my skull again, but before I can brace against an attempt to shove me down, she pushes instead with a slow but insistent pressure.  My throat opens up to accept the burrowing penis and in just seconds my nose is mashed into the fur of her crotch.  She hurrrrrrs her delight, kneading my ears with both hands, letting me drink her viscous fuck-butter.

     "So obedient, so ready," she sighs as I nurse on her needy prick.  "I almost caved and took someone *close* yesterday.  M'so glad I waited...you have no idea," the mare chuckles.  Warm feline drool oozes from my lips, sliding down the curves of her proudly-filled sac.  "Thaaaat's right, my sweet messy cat."  Just when I was about to start bobbing on that delicious length, she pulls it deftly from my throat.  That big lush body swings up and over me, pillowy tits smooshed over my back, hips sliding down, down...  When her cock's flare bumps my silken rump, my tail flags right up, baring everything to her.  She grinds her penis against my pucker, and plants wet kisses along the side of my muzzle.  It wasn't often I had a lover big enough to span my prodigious frame, and it made her steady stream of arousing threats...? Promises...?  All the more real.  "Slutty thing," she teases. "Bet you'd do anything for horse dick."

"Or mare pussy," I rumble, the first thing I've said since meeting her.

"Oh, you'll get your share of that.  Not as much as you'd like, but this is about what *I* want after all."  With that, she wriggles her hips, and drills that stallion-flare right into my big silky pucker.  I put up as little resistance as possible, then hiss as she slides home.  I'm used to taking big cocks, but this girl's was special.  I could feel every inch she eased into me, every vein entwining it.  Her precum smeared over my tender lining, slopping out more generously than ever.  She grew thicker towards the base, building a hot stretch in my hole that lingered even as she hilted, her balls shoving mine forward with their bulk.  "You know you're a lovely find, cat.  Sure there are lots of perverts out there, and even a good number who line up with exactly what I want...but few are so big and comfy," she chuckled, grinding her tits down into my soft pelt.  Her lithe body squirmed luxuriously atop mine, long enough that I could start to feel how soft her belly was.  The lovely mare hid it well, but that yielding flesh betrayed her true, gluttonous colors.

She stayed buried within me, resting her cheek atop my head, just throbbing and leaking away.  It was delicious torture, my shaft straining and bobbing beneath me.
Then her stomach gurgled, vibrating with the power of it against my back.  "Oh my," she drawled, velvet lips plucking at one of my ears.  "Looks like it's time to get in gear.  You're late for a date with my guts, cat."  She teased my ear, inserting the tip of her thick slimy tongue.  "Such a twisted boy, to get even more turned on by an herbivore determined to devour him."  The mare pulled her hips back lazily, returning every inch of her dick with a soft messy squelch.  "I bet you'd love a cow even more...four stomachs to punish, smother, and love you."

I protested with a groan, "You're better. No cow was ever as beautiful as you."

Laughter was her response, and an increase in thrusting speed.  "You'll only make me moreso, sexy cat.  You'll fill out my breasts, pad my hips, swell my ass, and round my gut.  When future lovers' lusting paws fondle me, they'll be fondling you too.  But don't think you're special," she swatted my flank, making my heavy paunch jiggle.  "You're just the latest fuck, my latest meal.  Mingled with thousands of others in my flesh."  She rode me harder, hips slamming into my rear, balls sloshing in their pendulous arc.  "You're as good as my flesh already.  Tell me what you are, cat.  Tell your owner."

I shuddered beneath those repeated impacts, my own pre slapping down over the floor.  "I'm food.  I'm pony lard.  I'm a big black ball of calories, and soon, a soft sloppy hill of manure."  She chanted 'yes' with each admission, and moaned huskily at that last, humid breath gushing into my ear.

"You know it, pussy cat.  Big beast of a male like you, a stud and a lethal predator to nigh-everyone you meet.  But, nnngh, all it took was meeting me, to show you your true place in the world: my GUT!  No one will recognize you when my body's through with you.  Another anonymous pile of brown filth melting in the sun!"  Whinnying her triumph and ecstasy, she slammed into my plump rear once more before unleashing a tremendous torrent of cum through my depths.  Her shaft expanded with the bulk of it traversing the organ, and its twitches were so powerful it's a wonder there was no recoil.  I felt the dense heat blush through my bowels, then belched as it boiled into my stomach, displacing the air there.  My gut swelled down towards the floor and *still* she came, arms wrapped around me just behind my forelegs.  She gave me a little grind now and then, but mainly trembled, muscles locked rigidly in place while her huge balls emptied.

I struggled to swallow, stubbornly keeping down the cum that threatened to surge up my throat from my overflowing stomach.  I wanted every drop for myself.  Not just out of my usual greed for my lover's gooey gift, but this time...to make sure I was as satisfying a meal as possible.

The mare hurr-hurred her approval at my greed, running big hands along my swollen flanks, bloated by the massive cock buried beneath my tail.  Her balls continued to churn where they pressed against mine, spilling a last gallon or two into my bowels.  "Glad I could get that out of the way first,"  She sighed, planting a kiss between my ears, breasts brushing my foreshoulders.  "It's tempting to just stuff you down inside me, but then I have to scratch my itch all by myself."  She leaned back, inching her behemoth dick out of the depths that had been forced to conform to its bulk.  "Besides, cream-filled is always better."

I could only moan in response, then gasp as her shaft's tip flops from my ass, gaping pucker slowly mouthing closed again...but not before liters of thick goopy stallion cum leak out down the back of my balls.  She surprises me by straddling my low long form as if she planned to ride me!  But a sudden warm wetness spreading across my back and a gust of a moan against my head tells me what she's up to.  One hand scooping her enormous balls out of the way, the pony ground her decadently plump folds up and down my back...letting jelly-thick slime slather my coat.  With her free hand she frigged her clit urgently, biting her soft bottom lip. "Lube you up," she quavers, "then you'll have to say goodbye."

I arched my back, grinding up into the wet heat of her slit to help her along.  My tongue hung from my jaws, the scent of hir like a drug subduing and intoxicating me.  Abruptly I felt her hand slide beneath my chin, yanking my head up to point right at her slime-dripping cunt.  She squatted, squashing me eyes-deep in that pussy.  The blockage touches off her climax, and the hoss force fed me gallon after gallon of pure unadulterated mare cream.  I can only relax and let my throat open, accepting the near solid-column of gel-thick cumsludge.  My gut swelled further with the bulk of it, threatening to brush the floor!  Churning subtly, the proud cum-bloated bulk of my belly hung ripe and warm between my hindlegs, burdened with her bliss.  Slow, thick squelches accompany the arrival of each ridiculous spurt of girlcum squashing its way into my overcrowded gut.  Before she spent herself entirely, she pulled free and hosed me down with the rest, each lengthy spurt splattering first my face, then along my back, the slime oozing down my flanks in warm musky curtains.  By the time her spurts died down to a thick oozing from those perfect cuntlips, she rolled off of me to pant and catch her breath.  Her coat is lathered with sweat, her scent stronger than ever.  Her prick drooled just as if she hadn't blown her load minutes earlier.  I licked my chops clean of her honey, then ducked down beneath her hanging head to lick and lap at her lips.

"Don't make me beg," she groaned, stroking my back, her touch rough and heavy from fatigue.  I could hear her gut churn and burble, preparing a place for me. "You know where you're going, cat.  Get started."  She flagged her beautiful tail and jerked her head back over her shoulder.

There's some fear but the heat of the moment and my darkest half-suicidal fantasies carried me back to her rump, dragging my cum-flooded stomach.  Any other species and I doubt I'd have gone through with it.  But the equine asshole is a beautiful thing...so soft, like a tender volcano, plush and delicious.  I can't help but lick it, tracing a sloppy circle around the soft rim.  She moans, relaxing that hole, her puffy folds drooling warm honey down her thighs.  "That'ssss it, pony wants you in her butt.  Not just in my butt...deep, deep inside.  My guts want you, every inch.  Just...have to make some room first," she sighed, before a hot steaming mass squashed lewdly up from her depths.  I backpedaled to let it emerge and shivered at the sight of my goddess taking a long leisurely dump.  A few traces of bones stud the cloying mess, foot after foot of girthy sludge pouring from her sweet ass to mound beneath her.  She stroked her belly, a smile on her lips as she enjoys this last dose of pleasure from whoever she last partnered with.  The skull is last to plop out, eyesockets stuffed with hir manure.

"Take a good look pussycat.  You're going to look a lot like this very soon.  You're going to make a MUCH bigger pile though, nnnff."  Her pussy drooled a glob of arousal the size of a tennis ball, the dollop oozing down to anoint the edge of the mound of waste.  "It took me a week to digest this one," she whispered to me.  "And he was alive for the first few days as my stomach worked on him.  He died with my moans in his ears, knowing I was happy.  For that's all that matters," she nickered, winking her thick anus around my tongue.  "My happiness.  My hunger.  My satisfaction."

Her words, her naked lust, the growling of her stomach and the sight of her slightly-gaped muck-smeared hole were all just too much for me.  I just moaned and leaned in, my blunt muzzle pressing into that puffy anus.  I slipped my tongue out to caress the unbelievably tender flesh on the other side of the thick, eagerly-trembling gate.  I shouldn't have been, but I was still surprised when that sweet hole spread like a dream...my face sliding right into that humid vortex.  She was slippery inside, then slimy, the heavy musk and ooze saturating my fur.  I leaned in further still, and my entire head schlorps between her cheeks.

"Oh GOD!"  She squealed, hunkering down to put her ass in the air.  "Deeper, now!  NOW!"  She grasped her dick and strokes it, slowly at first to tease herself, but shi was up to full speed in seconds.

I reached up with a foreleg and stuffed it in, sinking it in beside my neck.  Her muscles react with a definite appetite, dragging me in further, the other foreleg trapped beneath me.  She clenched, dragging me in foot by foot, like the biggest cock she'd ever taken up her sweet, prey-padded ass.  Her cheeks rippled and a deep steamy fart escaped just as she reached my cum-swollen gut.  She was like a furnace inside, the heat making my movements and thinking slow.  I was only dimly aware of her grunting, straining to get that belly in.  She reached back, clapped a hand over my silky rump, and CRAMMED me in with a lewd schlorp!  My cum-bloated stomach plopped in, safely contained behind that powerful sphincter.  The bulk of that thickest, heaviest part of me grinding down into her prostate forced a whinny from saliva-dripping lips.

Her massive prick lurched beneath her, a fat rope of precum splattering the underside of her hanging breasts.  The big pony's fingers clutched desperately at my legs, shoving in and sliding back to get a new purchase...ravenous to feel her kitty deeper inside the molten heat of her colon.  Her ass swallowed my hindlegs just like she'd swallow the suddenly-slender base of a buttplug, my tail trailing after a half-minute or so longer.  Then I was gone, and the pony's belly was enormous...intestines stuffed with twenty feet of panther.  Despite my position it was obvious when she came, her insides clenching so tight around me I couldn't inhale!  The pressure squirted me up further into her bowels, squashing me through yards of smooth, clinging flesh-tunnel.  It was a long, suffocatingly-close ride through her intestines, slime matting my coat, getting in my mouth and ears.  The messier her body made me, the easier it was to squash me through those winding depths.  Nasty squelches and not-so-distant gurgles filled my ears, keeping my cock rock-hard...dragging along the 'floor' of her hungry bowels.

"There we go...home now..."  She panted, caressing her belly while the last hosing spurts of cream paint the floor.  "I'll see you in a week, maybe two, cat. You look forward to being manure?"  She snickered, slapping the rounded, lumpy jut of her belly.  "Gods, I can't wait to feel your fat on me...cup my balls and feel how you've filled them...finger my cunt and squirt dense kitty-fueled blobs of honey into my palm.  And then finally, feel you fill my colon from one end to the other." She kneaded me through her flesh with one hand while the other squeezed her shaft from the base and worked upward, forcing out the last few ounces of sperm like toothpaste from a tube.  "I'm going to hold you in my gut as long as I can," she whispers, and bit her lower lip.  "Then find another naughty boy, and shit your used-up sludgy waste all over him."

Barely conscious, the full import of her words doesn't register.  All I know is that I'm being squeezed into the pony's stomach, forced to curl into a ball of slime-soaked fur.  With little air to breathe, I could put up only a brief struggle...a struggle the horse chuckled to feel and see through her fur and flesh.  When the motion dies down, my strength spent, she heaves a long sigh.  "You're going to make me cum so many times before you die in my gut, kitty.  I'll need to find someone to keep me hydrated."  She licked her lips, thinking of a ridiculously endowed puma she knows.  Maybe she'd even shovel that sexy beast in on top of the panther.  The gluttonous thought made her pussy flex and drool, eyelids coyly half-open.

No one is ever able to resist her for long.  All cow to hir needs, in time.