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It was a cold, gloomy night. The air was calm, almost unmoving. The grass swayed slightly, not from the wind, for there was none. Trees creaked along the edge of an abandoned farm.
A figure ran. It dashed through the overgrown field of grass, it didn't look back. Not yet, he still needed to make sure. Climbing the the rotting wall he scampered into an empty room.
It was then that he looked back.
He was running, running away from an unknown danger. He heard it as he walked through the forest, the same forest he had just ran from. A sudden crack of a twig startled him, causing him to run for this very house.
He could hear the crunching of dead leaves not so far from his location.
He held his breath. Fearing that his panting lungs may give him away. He could see a dark silhouette of a person casually walking past the house. The moon came from the clouds to reveal the shadow to be a woman. A strikingly beautiful, if not short, woman with brown hair. She wore khaki shorts that ended at the middle of her thighs; a loose-fitting, pink shirt that possessed an inscription: "And the Darwin Award goes to..."; and a pair of pink Nikes.
Was it this person, he thought to himself, smirking, was it this womam the source of my fear? I cna handle her.
He crept closer, only to make the floor underneath him creak.
The woman swiftly looked at the source of the commotion.
He froze.
The woman smiled once she saw him and bekoned him towards her.
"Hi," she said, as he slowly approached, "why are you up there?"
"I was seeking refuge," he said, coming into the light, "I thought I heard somethign dangerous, so i hid in this barn."
"Well you don't have to worry about me," she said, never losing her smile, "I don't bite."
"I'm Oliver," Oliver said, coming closer to her. He wore blue jeans, a grey shirt, and a pair of work boots.
"Julia," she said, still smiling, "don't worry, I won't hurt you. I have some food I don't mind sharing."
"You won't hurt me?" he asked, he started laughing, "then I will!"
Oliver took out his knife and lunged at her with all his might. But then, somethign unexpected happened. Julia steped to the side and grabbed his arm tight, and hit his hand hard, causing the blade to fall. She smirked.
"Hurt me," she asked, "now how will you do that?"
"Please," Oliver begged, her grip panfully bending his arm, "let me go."
"Let you go," Julia asked, licking her lips, "after the failed attack you just tried on me? I don't think so."
"You said you don't bite," Oliver said fearfully, noticing her licking her lips.
"You're right," she said, grabbing his head with her free hand, "I don't."
She kissed his head, then widened her lips, slowly engulfing his head. Oliver squirmed, but to no avail, her grip was too strong. He tried to kick her legs, but they didn't even effect her. He tried to scream, but by the time he opened his mouth, she had already reached his neck; his screams were muffled. Julia began to work down to his chest, pinning his arms to his sides as her mouth inched its way towards his waist.
Lifting him up, Julia began to use gravity's help to lessen the work. Her gulps became larger as his body slid down her gullet. She moaned as her belly began to enlarge to accomendate its food. His kicking feet were all that was left of him in the outside world as they god closer and closer to her maw.
Finally, she closed her mouth and followed the bulge with her hands, all the way down to her stomach.
She burped.
"Excuse me."
She looked down and noticed that her shirt still held... well somewhat. Part of her belly now hung out of her shirt. It was an easy fix, though, she just had to wait until she finished digesting her latest meal.
She waddled towards the barn, opened the gate, layed down on the remainder of hay, and drifted off into a soothing, gurgling sleep.
Something that I just made up for the sake of writing...
This contains vore: F/M and implied digestion
This is one of the first short stories I have ever written and submitted to DA, so I heop you enjoy and I welcome feedback!
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Jordoken Featured By Owner May 17, 2014
Keep it up? I really liked it. Some people have noting better to do than be critical of others. Great work!
8some5 Featured By Owner May 17, 2014
Thanks, this is one of my very first works, glad that you liked it. I am trying to improve, and often see this as terrible, but I'm glad that you liked it. :D
LostemotionaIman Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013
:iconvomitplz: HORRIBLE!!!!!
8some5 Featured By Owner Jun 10, 2013
I'm under the assumption that either you are A. Not into Vore B. Being a troll C. Just don't like my style of writing or D. Think that there is something in which I need to improve with
If the answer is C or D, then please, help me become a better writer and tell me what you think I should do that would help make me a better author. If the answer is A or B then i am sorry to say that you are in the wrong area of DeviantArt.
LostemotionaIman Featured By Owner Jun 11, 2013
did you really have to be so formal? first off, hell, of course I like vore. why else would I search it. don't see why i need to see it when I'm searching different types. c'mon, who wants to read fatal vore anymore? been there done that no one cares. stop it.
Robofingers Featured By Owner Jul 8, 2013
Fatal vore is the only vore I enjoy, personally.
I liked this, but it could use more detail.
LostemotionaIman Featured By Owner Sep 13, 2013
ok then
J4B Featured By Owner Aug 18, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I liked it. I think it is quite well written.
8some5 Featured By Owner Aug 18, 2012
Thanks, glad you liked it :D
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