INFO: I have decided to split this story into three parts. I’m doing this because it’s easier for me to write a story in three small chunks than in one big chunk. This first part contains ingestion, but I’m afraid that readers will have to wait for the digestion and disposal. The reason why I tagged the story with digestion and scat is to warn off readers who prefer safe vore.
WARNING: The setting depicted in this story is callous and cruel. Readers who prefer nicer forms of vore might want to skip this one.
DISCLAIMER: The views of the characters are a reflection of the setting they inhabit. They do not reflect the beliefs of the author.
MRS HENDERSON’S NEW BED - (f/m, accidental AV, digestion, scat)
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MRS HENDERSON’S NEW BED
By JuiceFox
I had a very sheltered childhood. I lived in an herbivore neighbourhood, I went to an herbivore school, and I was brought up with herbivore views. As a result, I had a very naive outlook. It seems silly now but, back then, I really did think that anyone could be what they wanted to be if they worked hard enough. Now I realise that some people can never be more than they are. Some people can never change their destiny.
I had to face this reality when I lost my little brother. His name was Brent, but we all called him Bambi. We called him Bambi because he always looked like a fawn, even at 19. He stopped growing at 12 and his antlers never sprouted. It’s rare for a full-grown deer to be eaten, but Bambi was a runt, and runts are born to be prey.
It took me a long time to accept this fact. I loved my little brother and I thought he deserved better than that. He might have been small, but he was smart, talented, and hard-working. I believed that, with the right opportunities, he could be more than a predator’s meal. But our parents didn’t agree.
When we were fawns, our parents told us that, if we got good grades, they would pay for college. I was never interested in college, but it really motivated Bambi. He worked hard, and he graduated high school with a perfect GPA. But our parents didn’t keep their promise. They told Bambi that he just wasn’t big enough to survive in the real world, so sending him to college would be a waste of money.
At that point, it was clear that Bambi would never grow any bigger than he was, so our parents gave up on him. They accepted that he would be eaten, and they made no effort to save him. In fact, they encouraged him to put himself in harm’s way. They had him apply for dangerous jobs with high predation rates in carnivorous neighbourhoods. If I didn’t do something, Bambi would have been a side order to a home delivered pizza. So I hired him myself.
I had started a moving company a few years back, and I was making enough money to take on an extra hand. Unfortunately, Bambi was not the best man for the job. He was too weak to carry heavy loads and he kept getting in the way. Removals would take longer when he was around, and customers resented having to pay the extra hours. It wasn’t Bambi’s fault; he was trying his best. He just wasn’t built for this kind of work.
I wanted to protect my little brother, but I couldn’t do it at the expense of my company. I knew I had to let him go, but I didn’t want to fire him until I was sure that I had no other choice. So I gave Bambi one last chance. I told him that, if he couldn’t show me that he could do the work, he would have to take one of the jobs our parents found for him. It was harsh, but necessary. Bambi needed to know the gravity of the situation. If he couldn’t help me, I couldn’t help him. He needed to prove himself to me. His life depended on it.
I chose for Bambi’s test a simple job with an easy client. The job was to set up a new bed and dump an old bed. Both beds had to be dismantled to get them through the bedroom door, so Bambi should’ve been able to help with the smaller pieces. As for the client, our neighbour Mrs Henderson, she was a soft-hearted mare who had a lot of sympathy for small helpless creatures. If Bambi got in the way and slowed our progress, Mrs Henderson would be more forgiving than most customers.
Bambi DID get in the way. I tripped over him six times and I almost dropped my load twice. However, this time, it wasn’t entirely his fault. I was distracted by Mrs Henderson. She was helping me with the heavier loads, and I was looking at her when I should’ve been looking where I was going. I’d always had a crush on the mare and, that day, the sight of her was irresistible.
It was what Mrs Henderson was wearing that stole my attention. Cloths were always too small for her large body, particularly around the hips. The skirt she wore that day covered her most of the time but, whenever she swished her tail, it would lift up and reveal her ass. And she wasn’t wearing any underwear. I tried to keep my mind on my work but, every time she flicked her tail, my eyes were drawn back.
Considering how carelessness I was being, I couldn’t really blame Bambi when I tripped on him. However, his presence was a hazard that needed to be removed. So I told him to sit in the corner. He must have thought that he failed his test because he was on the verge of tears when I said it. He didn’t perform well, but I wasn’t paying enough attention to him to fairly judge. I would have given him another chance, but I never got the opportunity. Bambi’s fate was already decided.
It happened after the job was done. I helped Mrs Henderson make the new bed, and we both stepped back to admire our work. Mrs Henderson was tired and wanted to rest her legs, so she sat down. Unfortunately, the chair she sat on was already occupied. I heard Mrs Henderson yelp and leap to her feet. And, when I turned around, I saw two small legs hanging out of her backside. Mrs Henderson had sat on Bambi and the little deer had slid right up her tailhole.
“Oh goodness! I’m so sorry, Bambi. I didn’t see you there,” Mrs Henderson said to the squirming legs. Then she looked at me. “Hon, I’m gonna need your help to get him out.”
So Mrs Henderson climbed onto the newly made bed and raised her backside towards me. She pulled her skirt back and lifted her tail to give me a better view and, I’m embarrassed to admit, I got a little excited. Of course, it was terrifying to see my brother in peril, but seeing Mrs Henderson presenting herself to me also inspired more carnal feelings.
“You better start pulling,” said Mrs Henderson. “Or the poor little deer will get sucked in.”
I tried to do as she said, but Bambi wouldn’t stay still. His legs were kicking so wildly that I couldn’t get a hold of them. As I grabbed at Bambi’s legs, I noticed they were sinking. Bambi was being swallowed, and Mrs Henderson was enjoying it. The mare moaned with increasing intensity and, with a gasp of pleasure, she swallowed Bambi up to his knees. Thankfully, I managed to grab his hooves before he went all the way.
“I told you to hurry,” said Mrs Henderson breathlessly. “I haven’t had sex in months, and I can’t control myself when I’m horny.”
Then I understood the danger. I had heard stories of predators who could consume prey through their tailholes, but I had never believed them. It seemed too absurd to be possible. But I couldn’t deny what I was seeing with my own eyes.
Panicked, I pulled desperately and managed to reclaim several inches of Bambi’s legs. But, when my muscles weakened, the swallowing continued. It became a tug-of-war with Bambi in the middle. Neither side gained any ground, but Mrs Henderson was enjoying the fight. Her pussy dripped as the little deer slid in and out. I tried to focus on Bambi, but the smell of the mare’s arousal was overwhelming.
Mrs Henderson smiled when she noticed my growing erection. Her usually kind expression turned cruel with lust. “Looks like you don’t really WANT to get him out,” she teased. “Instead, why don’t you lose the pants and push him in.”
I felt too ashamed to reply, so I just kept pulling. But all my efforts did was excite Mrs Henderson further. She moaned and panted until she was on the verge of climax. “FUCK, I can’t take it anymore!” she cried. And, suddenly, Bambi’s legs slipped through my fingers and were swallowed completely. The mare’s tailhole snapped shut, and I heard rapid squelching sounds as her bowels carried my brother away. As the deer reached his destination, Mrs Henderson screamed in ecstasy and sprayed my fingers with her orgasm. Then Bambi was gone. His entire life had culminated into a moment of pleasure for a horny horse.
NOTE: The last paragraph was written in that way to give readers some closure. It will probably be changed when I upload Part 2.
By JuiceFox
I had a very sheltered childhood. I lived in an herbivore neighbourhood, I went to an herbivore school, and I was brought up with herbivore views. As a result, I had a very naive outlook. It seems silly now but, back then, I really did think that anyone could be what they wanted to be if they worked hard enough. Now I realise that some people can never be more than they are. Some people can never change their destiny.
I had to face this reality when I lost my little brother. His name was Brent, but we all called him Bambi. We called him Bambi because he always looked like a fawn, even at 19. He stopped growing at 12 and his antlers never sprouted. It’s rare for a full-grown deer to be eaten, but Bambi was a runt, and runts are born to be prey.
It took me a long time to accept this fact. I loved my little brother and I thought he deserved better than that. He might have been small, but he was smart, talented, and hard-working. I believed that, with the right opportunities, he could be more than a predator’s meal. But our parents didn’t agree.
When we were fawns, our parents told us that, if we got good grades, they would pay for college. I was never interested in college, but it really motivated Bambi. He worked hard, and he graduated high school with a perfect GPA. But our parents didn’t keep their promise. They told Bambi that he just wasn’t big enough to survive in the real world, so sending him to college would be a waste of money.
At that point, it was clear that Bambi would never grow any bigger than he was, so our parents gave up on him. They accepted that he would be eaten, and they made no effort to save him. In fact, they encouraged him to put himself in harm’s way. They had him apply for dangerous jobs with high predation rates in carnivorous neighbourhoods. If I didn’t do something, Bambi would have been a side order to a home delivered pizza. So I hired him myself.
I had started a moving company a few years back, and I was making enough money to take on an extra hand. Unfortunately, Bambi was not the best man for the job. He was too weak to carry heavy loads and he kept getting in the way. Removals would take longer when he was around, and customers resented having to pay the extra hours. It wasn’t Bambi’s fault; he was trying his best. He just wasn’t built for this kind of work.
I wanted to protect my little brother, but I couldn’t do it at the expense of my company. I knew I had to let him go, but I didn’t want to fire him until I was sure that I had no other choice. So I gave Bambi one last chance. I told him that, if he couldn’t show me that he could do the work, he would have to take one of the jobs our parents found for him. It was harsh, but necessary. Bambi needed to know the gravity of the situation. If he couldn’t help me, I couldn’t help him. He needed to prove himself to me. His life depended on it.
I chose for Bambi’s test a simple job with an easy client. The job was to set up a new bed and dump an old bed. Both beds had to be dismantled to get them through the bedroom door, so Bambi should’ve been able to help with the smaller pieces. As for the client, our neighbour Mrs Henderson, she was a soft-hearted mare who had a lot of sympathy for small helpless creatures. If Bambi got in the way and slowed our progress, Mrs Henderson would be more forgiving than most customers.
Bambi DID get in the way. I tripped over him six times and I almost dropped my load twice. However, this time, it wasn’t entirely his fault. I was distracted by Mrs Henderson. She was helping me with the heavier loads, and I was looking at her when I should’ve been looking where I was going. I’d always had a crush on the mare and, that day, the sight of her was irresistible.
It was what Mrs Henderson was wearing that stole my attention. Cloths were always too small for her large body, particularly around the hips. The skirt she wore that day covered her most of the time but, whenever she swished her tail, it would lift up and reveal her ass. And she wasn’t wearing any underwear. I tried to keep my mind on my work but, every time she flicked her tail, my eyes were drawn back.
Considering how carelessness I was being, I couldn’t really blame Bambi when I tripped on him. However, his presence was a hazard that needed to be removed. So I told him to sit in the corner. He must have thought that he failed his test because he was on the verge of tears when I said it. He didn’t perform well, but I wasn’t paying enough attention to him to fairly judge. I would have given him another chance, but I never got the opportunity. Bambi’s fate was already decided.
It happened after the job was done. I helped Mrs Henderson make the new bed, and we both stepped back to admire our work. Mrs Henderson was tired and wanted to rest her legs, so she sat down. Unfortunately, the chair she sat on was already occupied. I heard Mrs Henderson yelp and leap to her feet. And, when I turned around, I saw two small legs hanging out of her backside. Mrs Henderson had sat on Bambi and the little deer had slid right up her tailhole.
“Oh goodness! I’m so sorry, Bambi. I didn’t see you there,” Mrs Henderson said to the squirming legs. Then she looked at me. “Hon, I’m gonna need your help to get him out.”
So Mrs Henderson climbed onto the newly made bed and raised her backside towards me. She pulled her skirt back and lifted her tail to give me a better view and, I’m embarrassed to admit, I got a little excited. Of course, it was terrifying to see my brother in peril, but seeing Mrs Henderson presenting herself to me also inspired more carnal feelings.
“You better start pulling,” said Mrs Henderson. “Or the poor little deer will get sucked in.”
I tried to do as she said, but Bambi wouldn’t stay still. His legs were kicking so wildly that I couldn’t get a hold of them. As I grabbed at Bambi’s legs, I noticed they were sinking. Bambi was being swallowed, and Mrs Henderson was enjoying it. The mare moaned with increasing intensity and, with a gasp of pleasure, she swallowed Bambi up to his knees. Thankfully, I managed to grab his hooves before he went all the way.
“I told you to hurry,” said Mrs Henderson breathlessly. “I haven’t had sex in months, and I can’t control myself when I’m horny.”
Then I understood the danger. I had heard stories of predators who could consume prey through their tailholes, but I had never believed them. It seemed too absurd to be possible. But I couldn’t deny what I was seeing with my own eyes.
Panicked, I pulled desperately and managed to reclaim several inches of Bambi’s legs. But, when my muscles weakened, the swallowing continued. It became a tug-of-war with Bambi in the middle. Neither side gained any ground, but Mrs Henderson was enjoying the fight. Her pussy dripped as the little deer slid in and out. I tried to focus on Bambi, but the smell of the mare’s arousal was overwhelming.
Mrs Henderson smiled when she noticed my growing erection. Her usually kind expression turned cruel with lust. “Looks like you don’t really WANT to get him out,” she teased. “Instead, why don’t you lose the pants and push him in.”
I felt too ashamed to reply, so I just kept pulling. But all my efforts did was excite Mrs Henderson further. She moaned and panted until she was on the verge of climax. “FUCK, I can’t take it anymore!” she cried. And, suddenly, Bambi’s legs slipped through my fingers and were swallowed completely. The mare’s tailhole snapped shut, and I heard rapid squelching sounds as her bowels carried my brother away. As the deer reached his destination, Mrs Henderson screamed in ecstasy and sprayed my fingers with her orgasm. Then Bambi was gone. His entire life had culminated into a moment of pleasure for a horny horse.
NOTE: The last paragraph was written in that way to give readers some closure. It will probably be changed when I upload Part 2.