Don't
wander away from the campsite, the Scoutmaster used to say. Don't go
anywhere alone. If you see a bear, stay well away. All good advice
you used to heed, but you're older now. You're not afraid of the
dark.
Nine
o'clock at night and you're bored. You decide an evening walk is what
you're after and head away from the campfire. It's either that or
turn in. You should have. Wandering alone at night, you find an
altogether different place to sleep.
In
the cool night air you explore the woods
POV vore - you and a little bear
By: Strega
Favorited: 5 years ago
It
starts with a caterpie.
Nana,
a small and unassuming little whimsicott, had found herself in a
predicament after a long, disastrous trip through the bowels of a
tyrantrum. It started (understandably) as nightmares—night after
night reliving her stay in the churning sack of a stomach unable to
break her down and the tight, rippling tunnels beneath in the beast's
guts. If asked, she probably couldn't pick out the exact point at
which things changed. All she knew and all she knows is that one
Becoming A Predator
By: whimsy
Favorited: 5 years ago
