Cavendish Fox (he/him)

Cavendish Fox (he/him)

@cavendishfox.com

Santa from MFF 52yo, big-bellied, pipe-smoking, greymuzzle, gentlefox, artist, musician, sailor, writer, unicyclist. Loves to eat my friends. (cw: vore) Fursuit by @frostihadasundae.bsky.social Banner by @izvy.bsky.social https://cavendishfox.com

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I hold out my paw to you. You reach up, nervous, asking hesitantly, “Are you going to eat me?” I chuckle, sending a plume of smoke up from my pipe. “Of course, but not right now. Later.” My paw closes around yours.I pull you along. “Where are we going?” you ask. I wink. “To show you the world.”

You and your pred don't speak the same language, but that's okay, you have a translation app. "When I say 'stop' you will stop," you tell him, hoping you pronounced that right. His eyes light up and he agrees eagerly, which in hindsight should have been a clue. He begins to taste you all over.

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Deciding to end things before you pass out, you tell him to stop. He instead gets more aggressive with his attention, chugging to get you down, fighting to swallow you whole. What the heck? You had an agreement! You fight, but he ignores you and with a satisfied gulp, sends you down his gullet.

As you catch your breath in the hot, dark confines of his stomach, you hear him saying words you don't understand but the tone is grateful and sincere. You take your phone and put what you said back into it to translate back to English. Realize you said "When I say 'finish me' you will finish me."

You and your pred don't speak the same language, but that's okay, you have a translation app. "When I say 'stop' you will stop," you tell him, hoping you pronounced that right. His eyes light up and he agrees eagerly, which in hindsight should have been a clue. He begins to taste you all over.

If tongues were a musical instrument, this pred would be a virtuoso. The things he does! The way he makes you feel, licking you all over, taking playful little nips. It makes you feel like food, but in a safe sort of way. The attention is borderline orgasmic. You feel like you might black out.

*sits down next to you and slides my arm around your shoulders* I like the way you wiggle. Feels nice. Would feel even nicer if you were inside my tummy doing that. *grabs your wrist as you nervously pick up a french fry, putting your paw in my mouth and stealing your fry, soaking your paw*

Watching TV, it goes to a commercial break and a diswasher opens and a man‘s head, covered in schmutz, pokes out and he announces “Hey! I’m the Residue!” as Fritz and I scream in horror. I point at the screen and shout “That guy had to audition to get that part!”

One time my grandparents' friends visited with their kids who were roughly my age. I was playing with my He-man figures, and the younger kid saw Teela and flipped out. "THAT'S A GIRL! YOU'RE PLAYING WITH DOLLS! THAT'S GAY!" Seriously? The hyper-muscled barbarians in furry speedos you're cool with?

Having ONE female character, in the midst of several hundred identical beefcake mostly-naked rhoid-fantasy body-builders. That's what gay about all this? The main character's outfit is a harness. He shoots lightning out of his sword at his cat to turn him from submissive to dom.

Normies: You're not a person. Other normies: How dare you insult me so? Furries: You're not a person. Other furries: Thank you! That's so sweet of you to say! OMG people are the worst, amirite?

Betrayal in vore, but the betrayer is the prey this time. You agreed it would be endo only, and then your prey goes ahead and digests inside you as a prank! "It's fine!" they prey assured you. "I'll reform!" How stupid were you to believe that was a thing?

That reformation "potion" they gave you tasted suspiciously like Mountain Dew because that's all it was. Now you're stuck with a ginormous belly everyone else wants to get inside of, and your so-called friend is gone forever. None of your clothes fit anymore.

"I'll stay safely inside you for a month!" he claimed. You're suspiciously hungry again in an hour. No jury will ever believe you were stupid enough not to know what would happen if you ate someone alive.