Pondering first ending VORE

Pondering; Ending one.
Warning; Soft vore, and traces of what one could see as M/M. No death, a bit of blood, and anthros/furries.
Characters: ST (mine), Lee (my friend in hsi furry flesh), and Shag (mine)
Enjoy!


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The base was eerily quiet today, save for the occasional yelling from the ‘mighty leader’ of the Clan to one of the members. Sometimes, between the yelling outbursts, one could hear their own heartbeat from the silence. Now, that was not normal for a place usually abuzz with organized chaos, or games of strip poker being played in the lobby. Something had to be up.

Maybe the leader was planning for a major mission? Possibly, so thought the black, bi-tailed fox as he walked down one of the quiet halls, the metal shoe of his robotic leg clanking with every step he took. He sighed, shaking his large bangs out of his red eyes and causing his small yet noticeable ponytail to whack him on the cheek. He swore that if he was sent out on one more pointless mission he’d kill that she-demon!

Well, if the Cyborg could kill the monster. Even with his robotics; his right ear, left arm, right leg, and his one tail positioned on the left side of his body, he had little chance of standing up to a goddess in her own right!

The fox flexed the three blades on his robotic tail, the red metal glittering in the dim lights. His robotic parts were painted to match his main body; black with red on the tail tips, underbelly, and muzzle. A red colored like blood, which more then accented his small fangs that occasionally showed. Not to mention the red showed up brightly on the black to begin with, and the fact he wore a black, open vest with a silver diamond outline stitched on the back, and baggy black jeans with the right leg rolled up didn’t help his appearance any. And that crystal . . .  Diamond cut, the colors of fire with a blue fire inside it, attached to a thick chain that ran around his neck and held the jewel at his stomach . . .  That was his ‘life line’, or so he would say.

ST looked almost demonic, even though his soul was very kind.

The kitsune was snapped out of his thoughts when the yelling started up again, but louder than before. No wonder; in his pointless walking the fox had ended up near Shag’s room. ST tried to listen in on what was going on, but it was in a language he couldn’t understand.

Now, Shag was the leader of the entire Clan. The silver and red, spikey, demonic creature was not one to tick off, either! When she got mad, bad stuff happened. From the sounds of it, whoever was in there was getting an earful. ST was thoroughly curious as to what was going on. He inched a bit closer and…

The door slid open, followed by a yell of “Lee! Git outta mai room!” and out came running another fox. This one was brown and blonde with four tails, and a mess of fluff bangs that fell into blistering red eyes. In his mad dash, steel-toed boots clanking against the metallic floor, and stumbling over his dark-green pant legs, he didn’t see ST and the two collided, ending up with the brown kitsune sprawled on top of the cyborg.

“Dammit, Lee, get offa me!” growled ST as he kicked the other fox in the gut with his non-robotic leg. ST didn’t want to hurt the new recruit by kicking full force . . .  Either way, that got Lee off him, and ST stood up. “Daaaaaamn, what did you do to piss Shag off this time?”

Lee groaned, sprawled across the floor and rubbing the golden-colored fur on his stomach. That hurt . . .  And of all days not to wear a hoodie or something to dull the kick, too! “I didn’t do anything this time, shrimp!” he lied between his teeth. But a stern glare from ST made him spit it out; “Well, maybe I, well, tried to take her head off . . . ”

ST shook his head with a sigh, ignoring the insult on his small height. He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Shag yelling; “ST! Get that damn nutty vampire outta my sight for the rest of the day! I don’t care HOW, just do it!”

That got ST even more curious as to what was going on, but he shrugged and answered with a yes ma’am. “Come on, Lee . . .  Follow me.” With that, he turned and began to leave.

Lee let out a small growl. Why did he have to follow this nut job? He was about to go back after Shag, but an idea entered his mind. Kill two birds with one stone. Grinning from one blonde tipped ear to the next, get got up, and followed right behind ST.

ST grew a tad bit worried when he saw that look Lee had. Argh, what was going on today? He tapped on the side of his head, regaining focus, then went into a large, double door.

Ah, the training room. Perfect place to hide for a while. It was done up like a large dojo in the center, with steps around the concave middle. There were all sorts of training equipment on the walls, and a door that lead to a control room where people could set levels for training exercises.

“Now, Lee, don’t tou-“ ST didn’t get to finish. A blur of brown and lighter brown tackled him onto the floor, knocking both of them down the steps and onto the dojo floor. ST ended up on the bottom, Lee standing on top of him with eyes almost glowing. ST let out a loud growl and swung at Lee’s head. He hit his mark, and Lee stumbled away.

The quad-tailed kitsune adjusted his jaw, seeing the punch had knocked it out of place. It also chipped one of his teeth. He spun around to attack ST, but got met by a cannon in his face. ST’s robotic arm had morphed into the cannon he always used to rid of ‘minor pests’ and was now pointed right at Lee.

He took a step back, ears twisting down and he showed his teeth. A glow came from within the barrel, and a faint humming noise could be heard. Click! Lee’s ears went up as ST changed the setting on his cannon. At that moment, ST fired. Lee ducked down and knocked ST’s feet out from under him. The kit quickly pinned the cyborg down.

ST’s arm reverted back to normal and he let out a small groan. Oh GOD! That actually hurt. He had nearly forgotten how hard these metal floors could be . . .  Then something dripping on his cheek snapped him out of his dream world. Above him was Lee, mouth open slightly and . . .  Ew . . .  Was he drooling . . . ?

ST began to struggle. To his amazement, and Lee’s distaste, he managed to get a hand free and try to push his attacker off. It did little good; Lee just pinned his arm back down. But that distraction was long enough-Up came ST’s bladed tails, right through Lee’s stomach. The vampire spat up blood onto ST, then fell off him.

ST sat up, wiping the blood off. None got in his mouth, luckily. But, Lee . . .  Worried he might’ve killed the kid, he crawled over. The wound on the kitsune’s stomach was healing right up and, before ST could even react, Lee lunged at him! ST quickly pulled up his arm, it shifted to the cannon, and he fired . . .

The shot hit its mark. Lee fell onto the floor, writhing in pain. This odd tingling, yet so painful sensation was spreading across his entire body! His eyes were blinded.  Everything went white. Then, it all went black . . .

After what seemed like an eternity, Lee was finally able to see again. He jumped to his feet and looked around for that damn firebug, but couldn’t find him. A strange shadow then covered over him, and he turned around . . .

Lee let out a high-pitched scream. ST had to be fifty feet tall, if not taller! But as Lee looked around more, he realized that ST didn’t grow . . .  He shrank to barely three inches tall!

ST knelt down and grabbed for the tiny fox. Somehow Lee managed to elude his grasp at first, but this happened only once. ST had him next try. He held the creature so carefully, only Lee’s head, shoulders, feet, and the ends of his tails poking out from ST’s hands. For being so maniacal and dangerous before, Lee was confused by his light touch. But, none the less, he struggled.

“Stop wiggling,” ST said, flicking Lee on the head, “It’s not going to help you any . . . ”

Lee let out a small yelp. “Put me down this instant!” he yelled.

ST brought Lee up to eye level, the red eyes looking into each other. “Why should I . . .  Shrimp?” he mocked the micro. He laughed while Lee growled. “Aw, now don’t feel that way . . .  I like shrimp.  They taste very good . . .  S’peically still alive.”

Lee seemed almost shocked. Was ST saying what he thought he was saying? The little kitsune started to kick and wiggle. It was in vain, ST just tightened his grip, making Lee gasp for breath. His hold was like a snake!

ST loosened his grip, Lee managed to breathe again. A small grin came to his face. “I.... Never expected you to be one to do this!” he said, squirming around in ST’s hand. He was still slightly scared, yet somehow ST’s words were comforting and soothing. It calmed him down.

“Well, what can I say? You tend to pick up things when you live with these nut jobs . . . ” ST chuckled. With one finger, he carefully stroked Lee’s head. “Now I was just gonna lock you in here . . .  But since you attacked me, I think punishment is in order . . .  Sooooo . . . ” His words were drawn out, Lee’s eyes got wide with anticipation. “Your punishment is to appease my hunger until Shag says she needs ya.”

Lee remained oddly calm, staring deep into ST’s eyes. They were like rubies, with fire burning deep inside the sparkling crystal. Did he even hear what ST said? Well, he was nodding to every word the cyborg said, so it was possible.

None the less, ST shrugged and dangled the micro over his open mouth by his tiny feet. Lee remained calm, his body falling limp and lifeless. ST released his hold, and Lee fell into his mouth. The cyborg closed his teeth around the small creature, balancing the weight on his tongue.

Oh, what a very odd taste! There was the taste of blood from that wound, but another taste that was like nothing ST had ever experienced before. Then again, ST was a very picky eater when he rarely did ate, so he didn’t know much about flavor. Ever so carefully, he ran his tongue along Lee, being careful not to harm the small kitsune and not to get his tongue piercing caught. He’d have to learn to take that out before deciding to do this.

As for Lee, he remained motionless as he laid flat on his stomach. His eyes had a glassy look to them as he stared into the back of ST’s open throat. The flesh rippled a bit as he breathed, like it was eagerly awaiting the arrival of its next victim. It would only take one movement for Lee to possibly choke ST, but he seemed unaware of this.

But Lee soon snapped back to his senses when the world went vertical. His head hit the flesh in ST’s throat and began to claw at the walls, trying to grab onto something. Alas, it did no good. With a soft gulp and a yelp, the muscles contracted around Lee and pulled him in.

ST stood there, rubbing at his throat. He had almost forgotten what it felt like to have someone kicking at your insides. It was a feeling he both enjoyed, yet despised. He let out a satisfied sigh as his prey slipped out of the range of his fingers. Oh, it only it had lasted longer! Sadly, good things must always come to an end . . .

Poor Lee, though, he wasn’t very happy. The flesh constricting around him made it impossible to breathe! Every now and then he caught a much needed breath. Then, all of a sudden, he was able to breathe again. That joy was soon cut short when he fell in some sort of liquid. He coughed and he gagged, gasping to regain his breath. The strong smell of gastric juices burnt at his nose, but he needed air more than his sense of smell.

The kitsune gazed around, night vision kicking in and allowing him to see. There was an all too familiar sight; rippling walls of dark pinkish flesh that had a slight gleam to them. There was much more room here than inside of Shag that was for sure. And it was much, much hotter. Then he looked at what he was sitting it. Lee’s heart almost skipped a beat. This liquid was slightly thick, like oatmeal, and had multicolor swirls in it. It reminded him of candy . . .  Wait, it was candy! Partially digested candy, but candy even so.

Primal instincts started to kick in. Lee stumbled to the nearest wall and began to bang on it. “Let me out, Dammit! I’m not your snack!” he yelled.

ST pawed at his stomach, smirking slightly. The fighting hurt, yes, but not as bad as he had expected. “Geez, calm down. It’s only until Shag cools down,” he spoke, starting to head for his room. “Now, relax.”

Relax? Relax?! Lee was beginning to think ST was insane. Yet, that tone of voice almost forced Lee to do as he was told. “You damn glutton....” he muttered under his breath and sat down.

Later that day, Shag had calmed down a lot. Having not heard or seen ST and Lee since the outburst, she decided to check up on the kitsunes. She walked right up to ST’s room and went right in, not bothering with knocking or anything. “‘Ey, ST, ya’ll seen Lee ‘round?” she asked.

ST was lying on his bed, head on his pillows and organic hand across his stomach. With his other hand he held a book he was reading. “He’s bound to be around here somewhere...” he said, not bothering to look up from his book. He held back a chuckle from the feeling of his prey kicking at his stomach wall, demanding freedom now that the leader had calmed down.

Shag’s one ear went down. She was kind of confused. “Er, okay... Call me if ya see the kit.” With that, she left. None the wiser to ST’s little ‘game.’