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(just a test) (you are a humanoid, you can be human/furry/anthro/anything else humanoid. You can be male/female/both/none?) It is early morning, you are awoken by a cool breeze on your face. You climb out of your slumber slowly, you are still pretty tired, but want to get up. You do all your normal morning duties, wash, clean, eat. It is a warm and sunny day, there is a small cold breeze, so you decide to go out for the day into the forest, as you had no plans for today, and now just want something to do. You live quite far away from the forest, about a 2 hour walk away, so you pack a bag with all needed equipment in it, and head out. You

Warning: Micro, Macro, Anthro soft vore full tour vore no scat totaly clean Deeth slowly woke from unconsciousness. He feels something early chill all around him. When he opens his eyes, the first thing he notices is Mike laying somewhere across from him. All around the two is what looks like snow. But after looking up above him, the Magician spotted what looked like a giant... cherry? Mike still asleep didn't even notice till Deeth started shacking by the shoulder "wha,.." Mike mumbled "Mike, get up!" Deeth exclaimed, pushing the white substance of his body. "ok I'm UP!" Mike yelled in an annoyed ton "Mike, do you remember us taking

Warning: This contains soft oral vore. If you don't like soft vore, or if it offends you, I strongly advise not read this story. But if you do like vore, feel free to read on! :D Summer. A time of freedom and prosperity. A time in which everything comes out. The sun, the birds, the bees, and most importantly, it was the time in which children could run outside and play. But not for me. Not for me. I was one of the unlucky ones. The Great Depression meant there was a huge shortage of workers, so the local ranches in my area had to employ children to do the work. Why? Because they're easy to boss around, they listen to what you say, and you

Vore. It's your enemy. You fall prey to it, and unless you are lucky, thats it. Death Wandering these hills will get you killed one day. You ignore the risks, I know it, and even those close calls? How could you persist to wander? Heck, why have you not painted a target on your back and yell 'eat me!' Every minute or so. It would be funny, but probably rather gory. Well, that last part depends on your predator. But still. You aren't that stupid. You know better. You come upon an abandoned hamlet, probably what you will spend the night in. As you come up to the first of the three buildings, you peer in, inside was some keys, a dresser cov