Stories by Borealis (Update 06/03/12) Macro Animal vore

[Borealis]

This is my first vore story that I've shared. Most of my vore writings consist of fragments or tidbits. But this is a short (not much more than 2000 words), simple affair that verges on being a grab-and-gulp, about a rather vain and work-shy mouse-girl student who has a nasty encounter with a Lynx. I thought I'd share this in case some of you guys like it. For those who like animal preds, furry and the like.

Feel free to comment and dish out fair critique or criticisms! ^^

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A Lesson in Biology
|+| Animal as pred |+| Furry |+| Soft Vore |+| Digestion (not graphic, more implied) |+| Macro/micro |+|

The inside of the schoolhouse was warm and airy.

It had once been a mighty tree, but many decades ago the huge oak had died, and what remained now stood alone in the middle of the field - a huge tree stump. When the mouse-village nearby decided that they needed a proper place for schooling, the old dead wood had been hollowed out and split into many different 'rooms'. Ideal for a school.

In the back row of one of these makeshift classrooms a teenager flicked small, furred fingers through her flowing black hair and stared blankly at the figure by the blackboard. She had perfectly manicured claws, her face was embellished with make-up and eye-shadow that had been applied sparingly but with striking results. She was also barely two inches tall, a mouse-girl.

Unfortunately, she also wasn't paying the least bit attention to the words emanating from the front of the room, words which floated around her, without substance or meaning.

“... These are the Chloroplasts, they are responsible for...”

The teacher uttering the words was a middle aged mouse with a very bookish exterior - prissy grey hair tied in a bun, glasses and a dull cardigan even in this stifling midsummer weather. She looked away from the fiddly little chalk drawing of a leaf cell and turned to her class, a familiar sight greeted her eyes, a certain girl perched on an acorn-chair on the back row, and she sighed impatiently.

“Vanessa! Are you listening to a word I'm saying?”

Mrs. Fare didn't take kindly to anything being out of the ordinary in her classroom, she never shouted but had a short sharp voice when she snapped, which had a tendency to make whomever was on the receiving end jump.

Vanessa didn't jump though. She was used to it.

Whether it was fidgeting, playing with her hair or tail, touching up the make-up on her face or chatting with her friends, she had this tendency to blank all of the words, helpful or unhelpful, projecting from the front of the class. Much to the chagrin of those trying to teach her.

“Yeah, I guess...” Came a murmured reply.

“Okay then, what was the last thing I said?” Said Mrs. Fare, folding furred arms across her chest. All the mice in the class knew that when the Biology teacher brought out that line she was fishing for a detention. Vanessa didn't even bother to try to wriggle out of this one. She knew it was coming...

“As I've said a hundred times, you're always more interested in... refurbishing yourself to listening to my lesson.” A couple of quiet sniggers rippled through the class, a few of the other girls didn't exactly see eye-to-eye with Vanessa, and didn't even bother to hide their mirth when she got into trouble.

“We'll have thirty minutes after school this time, Vanessa.” That's all she said. Her voice was dangerously soft, as if daring the student to argue back.

Vanessa glowered for a moment. Stupid pointless Biology class. And now she was going to stay at school for another half an hour on a Friday afternoon, just because the teacher was always out to get her.
Stupid school...

The bell rang as per usual. Her classmates gathered their stuff up in little backpacks, made for the door, eager to get over the meadow and back to their homes. Mrs. Fare sat at the desk, she gathered up her own papers and placed them into the top drawer. By the time the class had left she was rubbing the chalk drawings and writing off the board.

***

After thirty minutes of pointless line-writing, (“I must pay attention in class”), Vanessa received more stern words and then Mrs. Fare took her leave of the classroom. Finally, Vanessa's turn to pack her school-bag and go home. As far as she was concerned, this weekend felt like it would never arrive!

Vanessa never wore a backpack, she hated how she looked with it, instead she preferred to squeeze her possessions into small a shoulder bag. She shoved her textbooks in roughly, the sound echoed through the empty classroom. Seething with annoyance at her unfair detention. Again.
She wound her way through school corridors, finally walked out into the field, slamming the school door behind her hard.
A sip of outside air calmed her quickly. It was still light, very pleasant actually. The long grass waved above her and the sounds of insects filled the late afternoon air.

On impulse she decided then and there to take the other route home.
Her house, and many others, were clustered at the foot of a lone gorse bush at the other end of the field. The usual path was a pretty direct walk through this meadow, the long grass parted either side of the well-worn pathway and sentries were stationed on lookout at almost every turn, it was the same route that most kids from school took to get home. The safest. The most boring.

So Vanessa decided to turn her back on boredom and doubled back around the empty schoolhouse to the other, longer road. Where she could properly walk off her annoyance. This route wound around the very edge of the forest. No mouse-folk ever actually entered the expanse of trees, as far as they were concerned the forest was without end. Inside were predators, darkness, the unfamiliar.

As she walked down this more remote path, Vanessa was happy not to be surrounded by the hustle and chatter of others. While most mice would associate this feeling of isolation with danger, it gave this other route a certain serenity in Vanessa's eyes. A place to cool off.

Wild flowers grew tall and proud through the long grass around her, their colourful petals and healthy stems towered over the petite girl. Her perfect black hair wafted in the breeze, completely straight and almost reached down to her waist when tied back, as it was now. Birds sang in the canopy at the tree-line, darted between oak leaves that were so incredibly high to a mouse that they may as well be as unreachable as the moon in the night-sky.

But she wasn't long on this path before she heard it. Distant rustles became close-by. They were different from that caused by the wind. She heard it, the movements lolluped, were too irregular. Her ears pricked up, listening out..

Then, without any warning, a silvery blur arched over the path in a smooth, fast motion. Blocking out the summer sun and rippling the grass around her. The huge thing took shape and the musky smell of the animal overpowered the sweeter scents emanating from the flowers. Long silvery fur flopped around a sleek feline body. Her heart fluttered in fear. It was one of the most deadly creatures on this earth if you happened to be a mouse.

The Lynx turned to face it's quarry. Tufted silvery ears swivelled, the pupils in it's yellow eyes focused squarely on her.

A drop fell from the corner of the Lynx's mouth and landed right in front of her, muddying the dust. Vanessa's bag fell to the ground with a dull thud as she cowered pathetically, ducking down low and holding a spindly arm above her face, a useless gesture of defence. She could feel humid heat blasting her from inside the mouth, a meaty odour as her predator breathed.

“Please... Don't.” She prayed, recoiling so much her face and shoulders curling towards the dry ground.

It surveyed her for a moment, a face as beautiful as it was deadly. Vanessa couldn't help but notice the silver flowing fur, eyes like amber jewels.
She was paralysed in fear, a sitting target. She couldn't even stand upright again, let alone run.

“Please...”

The Lynx gave her even less time than it did mercy - the movement as swift as it was quiet. One second she cowered in the grass, the next the mouse-girl was propelled through the air and the light faded as she landed on a wet surface. Vanessa screamed, but couldn't struggle against the obscene strength of the rough tongue. Foamy liquid poured liberally from a hard, ridged ceiling. Carefully-styled black hair and fashionable clothes soon became heavy with saliva, her make-up ran – her whole body was sodden and slightly smelly.

The Lynx didn't even attempt to chew it's mouthful. Instead Vanessa was being slurped down, head-first. Yellowed spikes of teeth shut the outside world out forever, replacing the wonderful bright Summer afternoon with black wetness. The flesh became smoother as she was drawn further inside. Sucked past the uvula and then more, literally bathing in the Lynx's slick saliva.

It swallowed - A mere backwards tilt of the cat's head was enough to send her down into it's body.

Vanessa screamed and cried all the way. There was nothing else she could do. The peristalsis was rough and the motion dragged her on a strictly one way journey into the depths of the animal's body, she struggled to breathe through all the thin air and bodily fluids as the dual rhythm of breathing and heartbeat clamoured in her sensitive ears. This journey was quite short-lived, squashing her firmly through a more confined portion just before she was forcibly dumped into a pool of churning slurry, as she entered the cat's stomach.

She struggled to right herself. In the pitch-dark the smell and heat bombarded her senses, not to mention noises of digestion - as loud as they were disgusting. The slimy walls pressed and kneaded her weak frame from all sides. Hard, almost mechanical pressure squeezed her, mucus-stained flesh rippled over Vanessa's face and struggling paws. The rank, acidic air burned at her eyes and nostrils. After a few minutes the liquid that had seeped through her fur was burning at her skin as well, the air was getting thinner and more rancid by the second.
Her struggles weakened all the time as she fought against the inevitable.

***

The sun rose on the Monday after an uneventful weekend for everyone else.
The school bell rang as merrily as always, and the wooden halls of the tree stump rocked with the clatter of footsteps and voices as everyone went through the standard morning rush to get to class.
Mrs. Fare's Biology class filled as quickly as always. The classroom was a throng of murmurs as the students talked amongst themselves, laughed and joked at weekend anecdotes - completely unaware of what had happened to their classmate a couple of days ago.

As the bell rang for lessons to begin, Mrs. Fare's eye was drawn to Vanessa's empty seat.
“Absent. Again?” The old mouse sighed with sheer exasperation. There were a couple of quiet giggles from the other girls.
“That Vanessa's never going to learn a thing about Biology. And we're starting a new module today.” She turned through a few pages of the syllabus on her desk.

“Right,” she continued to the rest of the class, unaware of the painful irony that seeped through the upcoming words. “The next unit we're going to be studying - 'the digestive system'.”

[Imrhys]

I only skimmed the story and was impressed by your ability to "show, not tell" for this being your first full short story. I'm not much for major furry stories, but writing is writing. I'm tired right now but I did have one suggestion for you hidden below to not spoil the climax for others.

Spoiler: show

<Her struggles weakened all the time as she fought against the inevitable.> "Her struggles slowly lessened even as she fought in vain against the inevitable."

[Indighost]

Very well written, you did an excellent job establishing the characters and the setting in a pleasant and not overdone way. I really enjoyed this

I noticed that the classroom scene did not have much of a link to the vore scene. This is fine, and your choice, but sometimes people enjoy the vore more when the characters have been built up in anticipation of vore.

I loved the last line even though I totally saw it coming It made me laugh

Also, one question: Was the lynx an 'animal animal' or a 'furry animal' ?

[Cryptrat]

From how I read it, the lynx was an animal animal, but I might have been wrong. I liked the story too. It was a fun one to read, even though I agree about the sharp break off from the school brat to lynx snack in the story. A little more build up would have made sense, as you don't want to spend all that time introducing us to everyone just so we lose them in three paragraphs, or something.

[Borealis]

Thanks!

To clarify: The Lynx is an animal-animal. If I write more vore stuff (which is likely) furry preds and sentient and anthropomorphic 4-legged animals will be common preds. But this time it's just a "regular" Lynx. I would have put animal in the topic title somehow but it didn't fit, I know it's not everyone's cup of tea but I liked having a totally feral pred vs a prey from a more civilised yet vulnerable society, or something!

And yeah, thanks for the heads-up on the pacing, I'm okay at avoiding purple prose and all that, I like being straightforward in short stories, especially in fetish writing. But yes pacing can be an issue for me, and I did feel slightly cheap using the cop-out lazy stars of doom (***) as time-jumps. Either way, your comments have been taken on board guys :3

[Cryptrat]

I thought the feral lynx was a good touch really just so it's said.

You're putting intelligence, a life, memories, and all that in the path of something that sees the girl as food, nothing more and nothing less. There's no need to beg or have those awkward moments of conversation between them then (which work in some cases, but worked all the better in this case for not being there in you story in my opinion), and just get to the part where the mouse girl is pretty much SOL.

It it was an anthro anything else I might have not enjoyed it as much, but mice always seem like mice to me, if they're anthro or not, certain characters from a Magical Kingdom not withstanding, I mean. But mouse typically is a mouse, even if they wear clothes, have a bad attitude, and/or are in school.

I do look forward to seeing more of your work.

[Borealis]

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[Borealis]

Hello, hello. Long time since I've been on this topic!

I've been writing an M/F story, and I thought I'd show people what my first drafts look like With this being a first draft, critique and feedback from male furry fans in particular would be great

Be warned! This contains: FURRY (Jackal/Mouse), MACRO/MICRO, SEX STUFF, M/F, Consensual and willing

This is becoming quite a big one! It was supposed to be a grab and gulp (lol...) and it has grown into something a bit more ambitious! Currently just under 6K words. It'll likely end up being around 8k. Definitely room to expand on some themes and be more measured in the pacing of the piece.

I've decided to bump this topic with my first draft of this vore story to give people on the forum that may or may not watch me a chance to see my first steps into trying ANTHRO M/F. As you can see here my drafts are a bit rough around the edges, and the pacing isn't amazing at this stage, but I think it's coming along quite well

This has a few of my own tropes, but I also tried to make it more of a romantic character study. This has been an absolutely blast to write so far. I've really liked creating Iris and especially Aki. It's really refreshing to go a bit out of your core preferences sometimes.

And remember this is a first draft, and M/F like this is really new for me. Feel free to suggest things and feel free to critique. I may tinker suggestions that I like the sound of into the final piece. Knowing me there's probably going to be another 1 or 2k words in this before it hits my gallery! More internals, more of an ending maybe...

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Iris shuffled and flicked through her papers, leaned against her wooden desk.

Her black dress flowed down her chest in a river of velvet, coursing over her legs Her gold necklace jangled around her dainty murine neck, encrusted with a diamond. Her eyes narrowed in concentration as she stared at her own neat handwriting. Inhaling deeply on a cigarette before flicking ash into a tray on her desk.
The mouse Duchess pored over the bureaucratic mess that was modern diplomacy.

She was thirty, but Iris had only been an official ambassador for the last year, since the death of her father. She wasn't particularly confident in the role. Socialising was unnatural to her, let alone talks of diplomacy and level-headed reasoning with distant communities.

She had lived the life of a young aristocrat. A spoiled childhood, a bored teenager. Her twenties went by in a whirl of smoking, drinking, partying and fucking overeager and inexperienced mouse-boys. Not the best preparation for a sensible adulthood.

Iris flicked her brown hair over a shoulder and dropped her notes onto the table with a sigh.

The mouse-woman did what she often did when at a loose end. She walked to the window of her office, and gazed out of the Transporter, puffing again on her cigarette. It was late morning, and she watched the glare of the sun outside, as golden dunes and strange rock formations flashed past hundreds of feet below.

It was almost hypnotic, the whirl of life, the rush of the landscape as they flew through the air, hundreds of feet high.

She had been on a few missions like this, but Iris never truly appreciated quite how immense the world was before travelling in the Transporter. Three days ago she was sat in her manor in the City-State- skyscrapers and buildings stretching out as far as the eye can see, and yet here they were in the morning of the third day. For two days and two nights the Transporter had flown through barren lands. The vastness of the valleys, the sheer enormity of the mountains, forests and plains that sped past below was overwhelming. Terrifying.

Centra City, her familiar world, was so minuscule by comparison to the endless wastes.

She jumped out of her skin as an angry siren blared around her, pulling her away from her thoughts.

'What the fuck?' She turned around.

The siren on the wall, screeching in mechanical fury, the red light spinning, was one of those things that was there, perched on the wall in case there was a crisis... But you would never expect to actually experience it.

She punched her code into the door of her office, which slid open with a pneumatic hiss, and ran down a metal corridors of the ship. The clinical brightness of the walkway had dimmed and the metal walls thronged with eerie red emergency lighting. Her heart hammered in her chest, as Iris heard the sharp creaking of metal, an unhealthy crackle firing through the engines below. The Duchesses long velvet dress and frills whipped behind her as she ran towards the cockpit, her heels clacking over the metal gantry.

Passengers weren't supposed to be in the cockpit.
In fact, she had never even seen the pilot and co-pilot. Centran mouse culture was a highly segregated society. She had her part of the ship, and they had theirs. As was proper.
But desperate times call for desperate measures.

'Iris Featherlight. Category A. Emergency override.' She spoke her name into the computer, and it accepted her card.

The door opened into a world of panic.

'What's happening? What's happening!?' She shouted at the crew of two.

The hub was alive with flashing lights, and the floor- the entire Transporter- began to tilt downwards. Iris could see the horizontal black line across the cockpit window, which was supposed to line up with the distant horizon. There was no horizon. Only a terrifying blur of yellow and white sands, as they began to spin and fall to the ground below.

'I can't stablise the course!' The co-pilot, a mouse no older than twenty-five shouted.

'Get the ambassador out of here!' The older mouse, the pilot, yelled to his companion.

Iris saw as the pilot's gloved hands desperately tried to stop the descent, jabbing frantically at the controls. The console flashed in angry red in his glasses, as if infuriated by his touch.

Iris was known for her stubbornness. 'Actually, ”The Ambassador” is going nowhere. If this shit heap is going down, I go down too.'

'That's an order, girl.' The pilot snarled. Then turned back to the co-pilot. 'You go too!'

The co-pilot got out of his seat, steadied himself against his chair as the Transporter began to tilt, and grasped Iris's arm.

'I'm sorry ma'am. You- we- need to get to the emergency pod.' His voice was surprisingly curt and authoritative, but his face swam with restrained terror.

'Please...' He begged, and ushered her through the door.

The co-pilot led her through the metal corridor, his grasp was firm on her slim arm.

He spoke, More for his own benefit than hers, as he dragged her towards the emergency pod.

'You're going to make it. You're going to make it. You'll be fine...'

But it was too late. The sound of grinding metal thundered through the air and they were flung to the floor. Iris screamed as the lights flickered, as she heard metal creak and crack. She threw her arms over her head as the world exploded and crashed around her.
Then she fell into darkness.

Iris didn't know how long she had been knocked out.
As she came round, her black velvet dress was sprawled around her, torn at the seams at the shoulders and knee.

'Hello?' She said. 'Someone...?'

'Oh, fuck...' Iris heaved, as her eyes focused between embers and smoke. Her hand clasped to her mouth. He was lying down the corridor, face-down.
There was so much blood.

The co-pilot's body had been mangled by the serrated sheets of metal. She remembered his kind face, his attempts at calming her. She could almost still feel the shadow of his reassuring grasp on her arm.
He must have died in an instant.

'Oh... No... No....'

She was shaking as she saw the pilot's body at the far end of the corridor. It looked like he had ran from the cockpit at the last moment and had been crushed by the door as it crumpled inwards. The walls were stained in red around him.

She held a handkerchief to her face, embers burned in the cockpit, and smoke clouded in the hallway. Fire spread fast when you were two inches tall, and Iris knew she didn't have much time. She kicked off her heels and ran down the corridor, threw open the munitions cabinet, her breaths coming in panicked chokes beneath her handkerchief as she rifled through the supplies. They were down to the last bottle of water, the others must have been due for a filling from the tank.

She swore, and took the one bottle, along with a spare pair of the captain's boots. Then Iris ran, she darted through a gap in the squashed outer door and ran out into the heat of the sun, into desert sand.

The sand burned her bare feet, and Iris fell to the ground, buckled the oversized boots with shaking fingers. She half-walked and half-ran up a dune, the silvery metal sphere of the Transporter fading away into the distance below. A cloud of smoke flared up from its vents, and she could see the red of embers simmering through the outer door. The chrome device shimmered brightly in the white sands, looking completely out of place.

Iris didn't know what she was doing, where she was going to go, but she just had to get away from there. As she walked over the ridge of sand, Iris crawled and walked her way through lifeless land. Her eyes squinted under the powerful sun, it was too strong to look up. So she gasped and crawled through the hellish place. Her torn dress dragging behind her, her gold and diamond necklace swinging from her neck like a rock, weighing her down. Within half an hour she was already exhausted, as the hot sun beat through her fur.

Her heart fell. She climbed one dune, and the next one was even larger. At the peak, she saw the true magnitude of her task. Distant rocks rose from the sand on the horizon, teasingly. Promising shade, life- but these rocks were hopelessly distant, the crags wobbled through a haze of heat.
She was stuck. Stuck in hot, sandy hell.

Another half an hour and the water was finished. There was no saving it as Iris scaled another dune.
It was hopeless. Her head ached- it was agony, and she squinted against the glare of the light.

'I'm going to die...' She murmured, and sprawled onto the sand. Sat exhausted.

Minutes later, her heart floundered, and she wheezed with relief. The air suddenly cooled. Her eyes opened. The light broke, and she was eclipsed.
Eclipsed by joyous, perfect shade!

Iris looked upward.

And there he stood.

The figure towered over her, shrouded in light clothes and a hooded shawl that covered his head and shoulders. His sharp muzzle, his huge ears and his hands, were the only parts of him that weren't covered by grey and white fabric. By the point in his tan and white muzzle, by the enormous size of his triangular, tufted ears she could see that he was a Jackal. As his graceful fingers and black claws pulled his hood back, he uncovered some of his pointed canine visage, his cream and tan-coloured angular cheeks.

His eyes were hidden, and she could see that he wore protective glasses that were like polished black stone, as dark as the night. Glasses with strange octagonal frames.

'I've never been so happy to see anyone...' Iris cried.

Then she looked closer at him as the boiling sun sparkled over his white headgear like a corona, glinted through his ear piercings in glittering gold. Then Iris's eyes narrowed and she felt a stab of anger when she saw the burnt metal sphere shining behind him, pressed against his back.
The Transport- her ship- was slung over his shoulders.

Months of documentation and preparation. The detailed stratagems of diplomacy with a faraway land, the lives of the pilot and co-pilot, had been reduced to nothing but salvaged scrap metal.

'What did you do with their bodies?' She demanded.

He looked up into the hot desert air, then bore into her, gazing through the bottomless blackness of his glasses.

'I would probably be dead if it wasn't for them.' She said, remembering the grasp of the co-pilot on her arm. 'I don't care about my ship, but, please... What did you do with them?'

A flicker of emotion fluttered across his muzzle. When he spoke, the Jackal's accent was smooth, his words rhythmic and soft. Words that drifted from his sharp muzzle like a song.

'They are beneath the sand. I was respectful.'

There was no malice in the flash of white fangs as he spoke. Iris felt ashamed for misjudging him.

'I'm sorry.' She said.

'So am I.'

Iris didn't have the strength to resist as he knelt down on one knee, as he bent forward and grasped her in his soft hands. She had never been picked up like this before, but she gave in, was thankful for the shade.

'You've saved my life.' She said, as he held her up, as she lay between his hands. Gently, he cradled her with his other hand, his warm palm-pads and finger pads clasped her gently. She could smell his subtle doggy odour between his fingers and wrists as he walked through the dunes.

'Don't thank me yet.' He said.

They walked for a long time, and Iris felt herself drifting in and out of consciousness as she lay on his palm-pad. The light of the sun filtering through the fluff, the shadows of his fingers lengthening over her. He was fast and walked in lithe movements, and his broad boots strode through the sands a hundred times faster than Iris could. As the land levelled out, his hands parted around her.

Iris looked over his fingers, at the sight of green and blue. Brown grasses waved in the breeze, and strange animals ran from the edge of the water at his presence. They were all alone in paradise. The pool in the middle of the oasis sparkled under the sun, and the wind rustled through acacia trees.

'Here, you need it.' He said, and lowered her to the water's edge.

He didn't need to tell her. Iris lay across his palm, lunged her arms into the water, her diamond necklace dangling into the pool as she cupped her hands into the depths and drank. When she was done, the Jackal placed her onto the muddy ground at the water's edge, and he leant into the water, lapping up his own fill.

He picked her up again with his grabbing, clawed fingers. He smiled at her, and walked to the shade of one of the squat trees, considerately placing the wreck of the Transporter on the far side of the trunk. The Jackal sat down with a sigh, sprawling with his back against the smooth trunk, and he gently placed her on a tuft of grass in blissful shade.

She was awash with gratitude. Iris felt compelled to hug him, felt a rather childish compulsion to climb up and pet the fur of his muzzle and whiskers. She looked up into the blankness of his dark glasses, and she smiled her appreciation up to him.

'What's your name?' She asked.

As Iris sat beside him the oasis was so calm, so still. She knew that the desert sands were just through this thicket of trees, water and grass, but they seemed distant to her as she sat here with him. He had taken her to paradise.

'My name? Yerullynthynfearriumennoaki.'

The word was like a song. His language was as ancient as flowing water. His name gushed over his long tongue, poured through his black lips.

'Yeah-rule... In-thin...?'

The Jackal gave her a considerate smile as she tried, and struggled.

'You may call me Aki.' He said.

They sat there for a minute, enjoying the calm of the oasis. The sparkle of the blue water. Then he continued.

'A name is a story.' Aki explained.

'One day, perhaps eighty years from now- if I am lucky- the fur on my face and hands will turn grey, my back will lose it's lustre, and my body will be weak. These final years are a most wonderful stage of life. By that time my name will be many times longer. Life dances through a name, and it is then that a name may become a song. A song of life, happiness and purpose. In time my name shall- I hope- bear the marks of my future children, and of my future mate, and many other things. I shall complete my song one day, and I will sing it to my children and grandchildren...'

She listened to every word, fascinated. He was passionate, and Iris could see that he was sharing something that was very important to him and his culture.

'The end of my name, 'Aki', means 'Watcher'. I travel through the sands, and watch for danger. Watch for the changes in the wind through the dunes, for the signs in the sky, and at night I read the lay of the stars. I am the only Watcher in my village.' He added, rather proudly.

The voice that flowed from his mouth was so pure, his exotic accent was so calm it was almost hypnotic.

'You saw us fall?'

Aki nodded gravely, his large ears flicking.

'I saw...' His black glasses fixed on her, invited her to speak. 'And you? I have never seen a mouse like you before.'

'My name is Iris. I'm an ambassador.' Iris said. 'I'm thousands of miles away from where I need to go. And even further from my home... That thing is probably just a metal ball to you, but it's a Transporter, it can take us all over the world.'

'Your home?' He repeated.

'Centra.' Iris said. 'Centra, the City-state?'

'Centra...?'

Her heart dropped when she realised that the name of her entire world, the self-proclaimed glittering Mega-tropolis with over two million inhabitants- was as strange to him as his name had been to her.

'I have not heard of it.'

Aki brought his arms up to his head and began to remove his headpiece.

'You don't mind?' He asked her, when he saw that she was looking.

'Not at all.' Iris said.

Hopefully she didn't come across as too eager
In truth, her heart leapt. She ached with curiosity, wanted to see what Aki looked like beneath his outfit.

He unwrapped the hood and his head was freed.
Her heart leapt, as he uncovered canine beauty.

With a smile Aki shook his head, his huge ears flapping and flicking in contentment. His fur was short and smart on his chiselled, pointed face, then became longer and softer around a neckwhich was wreathed with wooden beads. His smile was filled with jagged, sharp teeth, teeth that were real.
A mouth that had never been touched by the surgeon's scalpel and laser.

As Iris looked at him, as he started to remove his top, she could see that Aki shared the same ancient lineage as the sharp-suited canine businessmen that walked the streets in the Inner Districts. But his species? His breed?
He was obviously a desert dweller, some sort of Jackal, but he was utterly unlike any that she had seen before. His body beamed with health as he took his shirt off, to reveal a toned chest, a mottled back of black and white fur.

Then Aki raised his fingers to his face and took his octagonal glasses off.

He shielded his eyes with a furred hand, and squinted as he looked out into the desert haze. She could see how the fur between his eyes was imprinted with the shape of the frames, suggesting that he wore them almost all the time.

Her enquiring expression wasn't lost on Aki.

'I can see in the dark as well as most creatures can see by day. This world is bright, in the bright light of the sun, we are blind.' He explained.

As he said that, she looked into his eyes. They truly were different, like nothing she had ever seen before. His eyelids and lashes were painted black with shadows and swirls. A graceful pattern was daubed at the edges of his lids as he blinked. But the eyes themselves had irises of vivid purple and crimson, flecked in bright pink. These pink flecks glowed like fireflies, surrounded pupils that were as dark and bottomless as the sea.

She could see what he meant. As he looked at her, she could see that pupils were tiny pinpoints, that were struggling to focus. He looked through her like a blind dog, his eyes bored right into her soul.

Deep within him, his eyes burned with a fire of fun and passion, of playfulness and carefree joy. His smile, filled with sharp teeth, was so kind. Aki was younger than she first guessed, Iris realised. He was a few years younger than her. He shook his head and scratched behind his ears with his clawed hand, his beaded necklace clacking against his collarbone and neck.

Her heart ached at his beauty.

'What are you?' She asked.

'I was wondering the same. A mouse- who talks and walks upright.' Aki smiled his delicious smile..

In comparison to him, she felt like a mess. Pathetic. Lost. He talked about the wonder of names and watching the stars, he gazed at her through those eyes. She sat there gagging for a cigarette.

'This Centra, is it a place full of mice? Mice, and metal magic?' Aki asked her.

'You could say that.' Iris said. 'And lots of others.'

'I would love to see it one day.'

His long tongue licked against his upper lip, snaking through his smile. His eyes pouring over her like searchlights.

'What are you going to do with me?' Iris asked, suddenly.

Aki picked her up, raised her level with his eyes.

'I am going to eat you.' He said. He licked his lips again, his smile unbroken.

'Uh... Wh- What?!' Iris stuttered in disbelief. The mouse-girl's heart lurched in fear as she sat in his palm-pad. His gaze flickered with terrifying hunger.

Aki was taken aback, he looked almost hurt by her reaction.

'You're a mouse, Iris.'

'Yes. I am. But... But... You can't just do THAT to someone...'

She trailed off.

Iris looked into him, into that gaze. This was a desolate place, and here he was- sat up against the tree trunk- the very image of predatory perfection. Aki was immeasurably larger than she was, and he was equipped with sharp teeth.

Of course I'm going to eat you... His eyes seemed to say as they burned into her... Why wouldn't I?

'But, then why bring me here?' She asked.

'You were suffering.'

The fear that was fluttering in her chest dissipated somewhat, and her heart trilled with an altogether different sensation. They sat there for a couple of minutes, then her chest lurched in fright as he lifted her up towards his face.

'It will be quick.' Aki assured her. 'It has been good to meet you, Iris...'

His eyes were awash with terrifying hunger, his pupils quivered and Aki's white fangs parted, a strand of saliva bridging his palette and tongue. She could smell his hot, meaty breath as she was brought towards his pointed mouth. Her darkest prey instinct jangled in fear at his subtle canine scent, at the touch of his breath.

'Wait... Wait. Please?'

Her heart was afire.

Aki stopped. His white fangs snapped shut in front of her face, the hot breath from his nostrils wafting over her. Despite herself, Iris felt a reckless confidence flood into her, melding with the fear of prey, of adrenaline, and she stood tall and proud on the pad of his palm.

She stared into his eyes, stood as confident as a rock, as she started to unfasten her black dress...

'Iris?'

The mouse-woman stared right back at him as she discarded her layers, unbuckled her boots, tossed her coverings away. He gazed at her in stunned silence as she reclined on his palm, completely naked. Iris stroked the fur between his digits, looked up at him, giving him a choice of what to do next.

'I'm yours.' She said, and shuddered in his palm.

For a disappointing moment it looked like Aki was going to open his mouth again. That he was simply going to ignore her gesture and bear down on her with terrifying hunger, obliterate her between his savage teeth.

But her heart coursed with bliss as he smiled that wonderful smile.

Her chest fluttered as she lay sprawled over his soft pads. His nose was within touching distance as he leant in and sniffed over her body like a wild dog inspecting it's prey, his pungent breath blowing through her hair and fur. She gasped at his touch as he brushed his fluffy fingers- the black claw of his forefinger- through her tiny, naked chest. His long canine tongue protruded from his chiselled muzzle, his eyes gleamed with fascination as he inspected and felt her curvature, basking in the mouse-woman's miniature femininity.

Aki's fingers gave Iris the most delicate brush as he explored her bare chest, growled softly in appreciation as his claw pressed against her long brown hair. He was wonderfully gentle as he ran his soft fingertips through her waist, and Iris shuddered as his claws slid across her bare legs, venturing to the soles of her feet.

With a smile, Aki leant in. His soft, meaty breath blowing through her hair. His muzzle, his nostrils, were so close that she could reach out and touch them. Without a further thought, Iris jumped to her feet, flung her arms around his soft nose, and kissed him.

She heard Aki sigh, felt his lips curl in surprise at her touch. She embraced the huge Jackal's muzzle, ploughed her hands through the fur, her curling fingers grappled and exploring the contours of his whiskers. Then she lowered her arms, thrust them through his wet lips, felt his teeth- his smooth slippery teeth.

She feasted on his soft Jackal lips. She closed her eyes, and didn't let go of his lower jaw as she pressed herself into him.
He was warm, and delicious.

They laughed together, at themselves, laughed at the direction this situation had taken.

Aki kicked his boots and trousers off. She'd asked for it, and before she knew it, Iris was standing on his toned belly.

The Jackal licked his lips at her delicate touch.

Iris felt herself surging with confidence, her body brimming with passion. The mouse Duchess embraced the Jackal-scavenger's sleek shaft as it grew. She rubbed her front against its firm length, his cock thrice the length of her own body. Her tongue weaved through his pulsing, musky veins- which snaked across the soft surface and pumped with the beat of his impassioned heart. She rubbed the moist, hot smoothness with her hands, fascinated by his scent, the unbeliavebly heat emanating from him. Then she made her way to the tip...

'Mice from this Centra City... Are they all like you?' Aki gasped with wide eyes.

'It depends.' Iris smiled, as she looked up at him.

As a delicious picture of a dozen mouse-women playing with him entered Aki's mind, Iris felt the obscene strength buck within his hot shaft. She was buffeted as his hidden muscles flexed in joy.

'Easy now!' She laughed.

Aki smirked back, his back and shoulders burrowing into the tree bark as Iris played with him.

His scent was intoxicating. The heat, the life, emanating from him. She couldn't quite believe where she was, what she was doing with him, to him. As Iris played with her huge partner, played with her predator.
It was like she was in a dream. A wonderful, terrifying, insane dream.

'More...' Aki growled. The Jackal licked his lips, impassioned breath huffed through his nose.

Iris swam with desire, as she climbed onto his boiling shaft. She embraced him, rubbed and caressed her gigantic lover. She played with him for several minutes, alone with him- and his gasps, his moans.

'This... Is... Amazing...' Aki groaned, finally, his tongue protruding from the front of his sharp muzzle as his legs and knees quivered.

Iris had been with enough guys to know what was coming. He was close- really close. She held on as muscles between his furred legs fluttered like waves, as his legs and feet tensed in bliss. The hot smoothness flexed with obscene power, then she heard the depths of Aki's workings spurt and rush, felt the wash through his pipes beneath her grasping arms and her chest as his shaft flexed.

Splurt... Spllllluuuurrrrtttt... Splurtt...!!!

Iris looked ahead, upward, as he pulsed beneath her. She gaped in awe as jets of delicious white fired over Aki's heaving chest. There was so much of it! His essence splashed across his furred musculature, across the contours of his belly and torso. He writhed, his fangs and black lips snarling in glory as he came. His legs twitched as his heels kicked through the grass and sand behind her.

He lay there for a minute, messy and panting, the scent of his musk- his sex- heavy in the air. Then Aki plucked her from his shaft, and brought her to face him. He gazed into her with loving eyes.

'Lie down.' He smiled, flattening his palm.

'Ooooh...' Iris leant back, and moaned at the touch of his tongue on her body.

Aki's long Jackal long tongue curled around her face, across her chest. The tip of it sneaked between her murine legs with precision, legs which Iris spread in appreciation. She grabbed at the finger of his other hand and kissed it. As he pressed gently against her breasts, the giant Jackal playing with her.

She could feel Aki's fingertip trembling beneath her grasp. Trembling with passion as he felt her female contours, his fingers quivered with the residual bliss of his own climax.

'Oh... Your tongue...'

His hot breath blew over her her, and his long, canine tongue curled between her legs. The edge flexed up and down irresistibly between her legs, tasting and playing with the tiny folds of her vulva.

'Yes... Keep doing that...'

'It this good?' The Jackal's lips whispered.

'Oh... Please... Don't stop...' She urged him back, gesturing to her body with soaking wet hands.

Iris was covered from head to toe in Jackal saliva, his black lips smirked and his hot breath blew over her as the soft edge of his tongue flicked within her most sensitive of places. She grasped his fur with the tiny fingers of one hand, and her other hand pressed against his soaking tongue. It was so wet. After a few minutes of this, as her pleasure blossomed and broke like waves on the shore, Iris moaned as her legs bucked- Aki pressed, nibbled, licked- sucked on her body- as she climaxed.

He held her up and they were face-to-face again. They laughed at their own fun, at their own play. Predator and prey smiled at each other.

Then Iris' mien was serious as she gazed into those eyes.
Her head was a mess of emotion as she stood there, covered in slobber. She had to tell him. She had to let the words out, or she would die- very soon- regretting it.

'Aki, I love you.'

The Jackal's eyes widened in surprise. His pink-purple irises swam.

'Iris.' He said with a rather sad smile. 'I am honoured. But I cannot fulfil your love...'

'Yes, I know. I'm a mouse. You're a predator...'

'I'm sorry.'

'So am I.'

They sat in silence. Then Aki broke it.

'Your name. Iris. It is beautiful.' Aki said. 'I need you to consent- to steal a name would be a grave disservice to the giver- But, would you allow me to add your name to my own?'

Her jaw dropped. 'You want me to be part of your name. Your life song?'

Aki nodded.

She lunged at him in reply, threw her wet arms around his smiling muzzle as she embraced him. They stayed there for several minutes, as the mouse-woman grasped his softness. His fur, his wiry whiskers. She heard the call of birds in the distance, a gentle breeze lapping through the pool of the oasis.

Iris heard his throat croon in response to her touch, and his nostrils eagerly drank in her scent. She could feel it within him, could feel Aki's desire well through him- his desire to consume her.

'Swallow me.' She whispered.

Duly, Aki's huge canine mouth opened around her embrace. A wash of pink, white teeth and a blotched palette, descending into frightening, glittering darkness at the back of his throat. Strands of saliva bridged his teeth and gums. Bubbles and pools sparkled on the Jackal's pink tongue.

Then the palm of his hand-paw tilted, his long tongue curled around her, and she was inside. Iris rolled over his tongue as it flexed in soft ridges beneath her. The Jackal splashed her with his musky slobber. She saw the oasis, the beautiful normality of the outside world, framed through sharp teeth and pink darkness. Then she was bounced on her tongue, and it curled over her body and she was dragged towards the back of his mouth, as the teeth and gums began to close, hot darkness descending as Aki's muzzle closed around her.

Iris was hardly afraid. Not any more. She embraced his soft tongue, her tiny hands probing through bubbles of saliva across her soaked thighs and between her legs as she was sucked to the back of his mouth.

Powerful, wet muscles pushed around her as Aki swallowed Iris alive. And she moaned at the pull of his throat, the firm grip of slick flesh. His heart-beat pounded around her, and his breath whispered through hidden tubes as she was pushed down the Jackal's throat. Pushed through his wet tightness.

'... I've been swallowed alive.' She moaned in disbelief, as she was squeezed through darkness, as she was pressed and pushed into his groaning stomach.

She was actually inside him.
Eaten.

The stench surrounded her, and his pulse hammered through the flesh. But she didn't care. In the darkness, Iris leaned back against the rippling walls. Lost within the Jackal's flexing, slippery insides.

Her fingers crept between her legs, she couldn't help it- and she moaned as her lover's internal muscles bustled over her, pressing her between themselves. His body coursed and pounded with life- rushing blood roared through unseen veins and arteries, a hum of power and power that only encouraged her passion.

She hugged the hot wall. A capillary pulsed against her tongue and lips as she tasted Aki's musky, delicious essence. Then she burrowed her head- her cheeks and face- into his soft folds. Her slimy fingers flicked between her legs as she reclined over boiling flesh, the aristocratic mouse-girl moaning as she ventured within herself.

Curling, sliding, thrusting, she lay there in his belly- her legs splashing through Jackal puke and her slimy chest heaving in the darkness. Iris lay there and fingered herself towards another peak of bliss, her moans echoing.
Echoing through his groaning, rumbling body.

Outside, Aki washed his passion away with a cloth that he wetted at the waters edge. He brushed his damp, clean chest down with his palms and put his outfit back on. He strapped up his durable boots, tucked his traditional beads beneath the linen of his hood, and adjusted his black glasses on his pointed face.

His head swam with thoughts, the Jackal's fingertips trembled as he buttoned his clothes.

She had loved him...

But now, her voice- her name- would continue through him. As promised, through his life song. He slung the metal sphere, his salvaged score, back over his shoulder. Aki walked back through the desert sands, a wistful smile fixed to his face, as he felt the mouse-woman's faint movements within.