Updated with the date! April 4th
PC and VR users welcome
After 3 years where I’ve has to skip celebrating my birthday, I’m really excited to throw a party again. I hope to see you there!
vrchat.com/home/group/g...
I was hoping the line would be punchy at the end, but you never know until it's out there!
🎨Jinsei
🐇 @mercerbun.bsky.social
🦊 and 📝 by me
“Was I only prey to you?"
The fox swallowed. The muffled squeaks of the rabbit traveled down the bulge of that snout, spreading the fox's jacket on either side of the fully belly. "Not only prey. But you were also prey."
Every inch was felt passing through those teeth. Gnawing, hungry, biting snaps that pulled the rabbit legs in, indulged in the softness of those hips, nipped at the curve of the belly. In the lethargic haze, the rabbit tried to move, tried to turn and reach out. But he was gone to the shoulder. [c]
The vulpine unfastened his shirt. The bulge of prey passed down his throat, swelled until it hit chest. That’s me, the rabbit sluggishly thought, but only spoke aroused and worried squeaks. It only drove the fox further. [c]
He looked down to see his ankles lapped up into the jaws. The throat’s grasp on his heels pulled him off the armrest of the couch. “Dude!”
The vulpine eyes seemed to reflect the thought: you know how it is, I can’t resist anymore. And the next swallow pulled in the calves.
His whole body sunk into the couch, other than his feet, which the fox scooped up.
“I mean it. Laid back, mellow, limp. You taunt me like a fresh kill.”
A strange sensation touched the rabbit. Something warm, and soft, with hard points pinching. “What are you doing, dude?” [c]
cw: vore, microfiction, implied drugs, implied digestion
The rabbit kicked his feet up on the couch, landing on the fox’s lap.
“You always get so laid back on those gummies,” the vulpine chuckled.
“I need it sometimes, to calm the noise.” The rabbit sighed, finally. [c]
Oh, that's cool as hell
Looking very forward to seeing ya! Always love bumping into you
We’ll need party snacks, do come
I consider this every day
I was going through some of the art comms, and I can't believe I wasn't following you here! I do hope you're still around, I always loved your stuff
Updated with the date! April 4th
PC and VR users welcome
After 3 years where I’ve has to skip celebrating my birthday, I’m really excited to throw a party again. I hope to see you there!
vrchat.com/home/group/g...
Forgot the date! I’ll update that soon! April 4th, Saturday
A poster with a fox in a belly and a sign saying Happy Birthday behind him. The text reads: Vulpes Birthday Invitation Holding a VR party to celebrate! Click the link to join the birthday group! Starting at 6pm EST/11 pm GMT Will run till either battery charge or fox supply runs out.
After 3 years where I’ve has to skip celebrating my birthday, I’m really excited to throw a party again. I hope to see you there!
vrchat.com/home/group/g...
Cute gal definitely needs more time for her coffee and someone to brush her hair
I think I might be too distracted by the amazing coyote I see here to rescue Luna, even if the card started playing Sonic drowning music and counting down
What an amazing perspective, I love how the bear is staring down her muzzle like that
Hey! Look! I'm in this picture!
What do you mean you can't see me ...
Cw: vore, size difference, taur
Comm for @vulpesproeliator.bsky.social
Only the most pure and good of needs
I can imagine a lot of great art for each of the paths. Both old or new
🎨@flopishh.bsky.social
🐕@oversizedmaus.bsky.social
Microfiction by me! cw: vore, ̶b̶a̶d̶ good dog
The door latched closed and I could already hear the stomach in the living room. Churns of a tight gut combined with groans of pumped liquids, bubbles of mixed air, sloshing of struggling prey, [c]
Anyone have a preference or tagging rule for things not explicitly spelled out in art? Do I just not tag endo/digestion fatal/non-fatal unless I state it directly in the art?
I always end up having a problem with tagging vore microfiction or art when there are parts not immediately show. Is it endo? Digestion? Non-fatal? Reformation? It’s Schrödinger’s prey where they are in every state until you think about your favorite ending, then it’s that.
Naughty girl. Bad dog. Mischievous pet. I could think such terms, but none of them carried conviction. My hands rubbed across the gurgling fur, and I said the only term I actually felt.
"Good girl~"
She belched in my face.
to the carpet. The heavy, white belly pinned me under fur while blue eyes regarded me with a half lidded gaze. "Rub my belly." Her playfulness didn't undercut the expectation I'd spoil her. [c]
echoed on the drywall, and the look on her face was bliss. The prey in her stomach shuddered enough to give my puppygirl a slight jiggle.
My bag thumped on the couch. I tried to fight through my blush and think on how to navigate fixing these habits, only to feel something heavy knock me [c]
