As many of you know, I draw vore. I also enjoy writing, but haven't really dedicated myself to writing a serious vore story until a week or two ago. I read a bit of vore fiction recently and it struck a chord, so now my own story exists. The doodle up above is a scene from late in the story. Love the gut on her~

This story is available right below or HERE'S A LINK to download if you'd prefer that. I've got some formatting in there that'll make this a lot more enjoyable to read than the description here.

It's only about 5000 words. There's some vore, some fatal stuff, and and some choice words thrown around. I tried to build tension as best I could. Hope you enjoy it.

Let me know what you think ^^

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Conflicted Feelings
by Relarity

It’s interesting how a single moment can derail things. The wrong place at the wrong time… but how true is that? Perhaps it’s the right moments at the right time that matter most. Whatever the case may be, my life’s not headed where I thought it would. I’ll let you decide if I’m going in the right direction.

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I’ve never really enjoyed city life. People are everywhere. Unfortunately, my job thrives in these urban centers.
People are the subject of my job, and as a result, I’ve gotten good at dealing with them.
You see, being a private investigator (PI) involves a great deal of research. This involves chatting with folks more often than not. It might also include surveillance, but as long as I acquire the information I need, I’m satisfied with my work. Putting on a friendly face and easing someone’s discomfort… It's why I do good in this business. If folks trust you, they’ll tell you what you want to hear. It’s just the nature of the job. As the years have progressed, I’ve seen things that’ll keep me awake for multiple lifetimes.
But I sleep fine.
I jog every night too. It helps keep my mind clear and improves my fitness. It’s cooler in the evenings. Not to mention there are fewer people out. I’m grateful the portion of the city I jog through is pretty dead. Shops are closed and windows are boarded up so there are some strange folks out on occasion, but it's nice and quiet. This city’s becoming more silent day by day.
Missing person cases are on the rise. I don’t wear headphones when I’m out running because I’d be more vulnerable. I’m not paranoid, I just… I don’t want to end up like them. I’m fast enough to outrun most things, but it doesn’t hurt to be cautious.
On my jogs, there’s this fella who passes by me around the same time every evening— some fox who hangs around late at the office. I don’t know if he’s a janitor or some higher-up who’s extremely dedicated to his work, but it’s always half past 10 when we run into each other. Like clockwork, he’s walking down the street at the same place at the same time every night. I’ve never spoken a word to him and he’s always on the opposite side of the street I run on, but it’s this small little interaction I get every evening that keeps me running on pace. Sometimes I get a wave, sometimes just a smile and nod, sometimes it’s all three together. Regardless of how we greet each other, this tiny, inconsequential exchange we share is something I cherish.
When I head out to run, I don’t bring any water. There’s a park at the five-mile mark, nearly halfway through my route, with a water fountain. About a mile before that, I see my nighttime pal walking along the sidewalk. Most nights he’s got a very calm, relaxed demeanor. Like he knows he just spent the full day working hard and wants to enjoy his casual walk back home. This night was different.
He was frantic. Sprinting away from me. I was lucky to even see him, he was so far away. Intrigued, I sped up to see what caused his panic.
That’s when I saw it.
The black blur closing fast behind him.
I hadn’t seen it before because the streets were so poorly lit. But there was no mistaking it… he was being pursued.
In a matter of moments, the blur tackled him into a nearby alley. My fur stood on edge and blood roared in my head. I had to do something. I wasn’t sure what that meant as I raced to the mouth of the alley. This was a dangerous situation and I didn’t know how to address it. Maybe I’d find a solution by the time I reached the scene.
Hold on, pal. I’m coming.
Panting, I grasped the brick wall, peeking one eye around the corner of the alleyway to examine the situation. I’ve seen horrific things, but what I saw shook me to my core.
It’s strange… I didn’t hear it before, but the fox was screaming for help. His cries only grew in intensity as I poked my ear around the wall, but then they suddenly became muffled. The cacophony of primal, desperate cries eased their presence and gave way to a confusing array of sloppy, wet slurps. What my ears heard, my eyes could not accept.
My furry friend was gone. His vehement weeping and yelling were fruitless in the face of this overwhelming presence. I watched his muzzle cry out in the night only to meet the insatiable lust of this thing’s maw. It swallowed him whole. His face only a faint imprint in the gullet of this creature; his screaming nothing more than a muffled cry.
He slid down its throat with remarkable ease. Torso, hips, paws, tail… all of it had disappeared inside this dark beast… all of him was inside of it. My knees buckled and I couldn’t catch my breath. I wanted to save my friend, but there was nothing more that could be done. He was just a distant memory now.
Like dust in the wind.
My body, as terrified as it was, moved on its own. One minute I’m staring down the alleyway, the next I’m sprinting back home. In my haste to escape, I looked back at the scene of the crime to find a pair of haunting yellow eyes staring right back at me. Their brilliant yellow hues pierced my soul. Never before have I feared for my life as much as I did in that single moment. Adrenaline coursing through my veins, I turned my head back around and booked it. Those four miles went by in a matter of minutes. My vision tunneled and all I could focus on was the safety of my home.
Heart racing, blood boiling, put your hand on the door.
SLAM!
It’s shut. You’re safe. No one’s following you. Lock everything tight. Not a sound. Not a whimper. No mistakes.
I hid behind the curtains, peeking my head out and praying I wasn’t followed. Every leaf blowing in the street was subject to my scrutiny. I had to be sure I was safe. I had to be sure those amber eyes weren’t watching me from afar.
Three hours after I began my paranoia, I felt more at ease. I needed some rest. As frightening as this experience was, I seemed to be safe. I lumbered over to my bed and fell face-first atop the blankets.
“This was a crime. Should I call the police?
“How could they help? After all, what I saw was… it was… illegal. It was unforgivable. Surely, the police can protect me from the terrifying presence that swallowed my friend.
“They wouldn’t stand for this. An act that was so disturbing… so hellish… so… invigorating.”
I lay to sleep that night pondering the events that unfolded before me. My heart raced even as I lay in bed.
“What was this feeling?
“What does it mean?”

***

Rain poured down the next morning. The skies coated in a shadowy gray, blocking out the sun. As difficult as my job can be, I’m able to set my own schedule. For mornings like this where I’m… unsettled… it comes in handy.
Before I raised myself from the bedsheets, I closed my eyes. The image of the man going down the gullet of that ravenous predator burnt into my mind. I didn’t need to go into the office today, but I had to keep my mind busy. Every time I blinked the incident flashed through my mind. I needed something to drink. Something to calm my nerves.
I crept down to the kitchen, the house almost as dark as it was last night due to the storm passing through. I put water on the kettle and shifted the curtains aside. The dreary day didn’t ease my discomfort, but the occasional person passing by helped me return to a sense of normalcy. If they could walk around nonchalantly, perhaps everything would settle down.
“HELP ME! DEAR GOD HELP ME!!!”
I snapped my head towards the stove, eyes bloodshot and frantically searching the room. No one was there. The steam shrieking from the kettle filled my mind with the very thing I was trying to ignore. I turned the burner off, my heart pounding in my chest.
The kettle cooled and the screaming subsided. I poured the boiling water into a mug. After waiting for the tea to settle in, I wrapped my hand around the handle and brought the beverage to my lips. The tea sloshed around in the mug, the product of my shivering. I couldn’t keep still, let alone sip a hot drink that I desperately needed. Tea dribbled down the sides of my mug, splashing onto my fur and staining my shirt.
My body wouldn’t stop shaking. Tea wasn’t calming my nerves, so I needed to resort to something else. Work! I could work. Please… I need to work.
I crept up the stairs, tea still in hand. My office was disheveled, but only because I hadn’t worked from home in a while. It’s a lot nicer to go into the office and see folks face-to-face. People can be difficult to read on the phone. Regardless of where I was, I still had all the same files under lock and key. This was especially important because my caseload had significantly gone up over the past year. My income went up but my hours did too.
Remember all those missing-person cases I was referring to earlier? Turns out, there are so many that the police contracted them out to the competent PIs in the area. I was at the top of the list, so I’ve seen this thing evolve from the beginning. There’s been no DNA, no trace of the missing individuals, no bodies… It’s a nightmare. There haven’t even been any witnesses to follow, the relationship between victims is nonexistent, and everything from the age, sex, species, and frequency at which they disappear is random. The only commonality is that no trace of them has been discovered. This case is a dead end all the way through.
Nevertheless, I still get sent case files constantly. My office walls are plastered with the faces of the victims. I open one of the most recent files and peer through it. She’s a wolf: white fur and stone-cold blue eyes. Like all the others, gone without a trace. She’s only been missing a week but it feels like I’m no closer to finding her than the folks from a year ago.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
My fax machine goes off. Looks like the police have got a new victim. My nerves have settled a bit and I sip my tea with more ease than before. I bring the mug up to my lips and turn over the paper fresh out of the machine.
I drop my mug and it shatters on the floor. Shards of ceramic fly across the room as piping hot tea coats the floorboards. My body is frozen. I can’t breathe.
It’s him. The same fox I’ve seen every night. He’s missing.
Breathe. Breathe. BREATHE. Sip some tea. Oh, right… It’s fine. It’s fine! A shower? Yep. I need a shower. A nice, warm, comforting shower. Why haven’t I let the police know what I saw?! I have information so I should just tell them!
“What’s wrong with me…?”
Hot water is a good remedy for settling the mind. I soaked up every bit and slouched on the floor of my shower. Whatever rampant thoughts roamed around in my head eased their temper after an hour or two, and I could breathe again. The steam soothed my conscience, and as I wrapped the towel around my head I felt better. I opened my bathroom door to find dusk had arrived. I’d gotten a late start today and evening appeared sooner than I anticipated. It was also cold. Ferociously cold. The chill nipped at my damp body, sinking its teeth into any exposed region not sheltered by a towel.
This struck me as odd. I always closed my windows when a storm passed through. Not to mention, last night had me so paranoid I triple-checked every lock in the house. I searched around the house for the draft, trying to figure out where the eerie chill originated from. Eventually, I stumbled into my office, the window only open a crack. I guess I opened my window when I was searching through the missing posters. I grabbed the window frame and slammed it shut. My missing posters had flown across the office floor due to the sudden change in air pressure. A single poster remained on my desk. My lamp illuminated the friendly fox whose demise I’d witnessed not even 24 hours ago. I gently clasped the paper in my hands, “What was holding me back? Why was I still hesitant to share what I knew?”
“I can show you where he is if you’d like.”
My fur shot straight up. Chills ran down my spine as every nerve in my body sent the same frightening signal that someone was behind me. This was no auditory hallucination. This was real.
I slowly turned around to see a shadowy figure resting in the corner of my room. They rested in my armchair, the same feverishly yellow eyes gazed in my direction. They were surrounded by tufts of white and charcoal gray fur, only overshadowed by the brilliant white fangs glaring from the silhouette.
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t breathe. All I could do was clutch the poster in my hand and pray to a higher power that I was already dead.
“My offer still stands.”
Even as blood pooled in my head, I had a shocking moment of lucidity. They were feminine. I’d heard her voice with such clarity that it resonated deep within me in my moment of crisis. It beckoned me forth, enticing me to see her offer.
I was still unable to move. She arose from my armchair and I saw what the darkness obscured. Her gut was billowing from her abdomen. Larger than any pregnant woman I’ve seen. It had a life of its own, softly bouncing from side to side with each step she took.
That was… that was last night. It was- was him… in her… when- when she ATE- she a- Huh… wha?
I hit the floor hard.

***

The gray sky was now pitch black. My fireplace crackled with freshly placed logs, the flames hungry for more. I sat on my couch downstairs and watched the embers fly. I looked down to see my towel had been replaced with pajama bottoms and I wore one of my warmer sweaters. It was wool, a gift from a client after she noticed I always seemed cold despite my coat of fur. I fondly remembered the case, clutching the blanket around me as the memories warmed my insides. I had just started my business. Myself and a partner in the PI industry rented an office space together. We got along well enough and she was… she was… Wait. I don’t recall getting dressed.
Or starting the fire. Matter of fact, I don’t even remember coming downstairs and sitting on the couch.
Oh. My skin tingled and my tail sank to the floor. I remember.
I felt a presence in the room. I shot my head to the right. There, before me, a looming beast lurked. The eyes. The glowing yellow eyes. It was the wolf. She had her arm posed on the armrest with her head cocked upon her hand. Her gaze transfixed on me. She smiled warmly, then her lips parted.
“Would you like some tea?”
She shifted her eyes to the coffee table and I noticed two cups with steam dancing above. I nervously leaned forward and grabbed a cup. I sipped it slowly, the taste soothing my tongue. Chamomile was a favorite of mine with its fragrant, mellow aroma. We sat in silence for a while watching the fire crackle as I enjoyed my drink. The flames danced eagerly. I cleared my throat.
“Where do we go from here?”
“You tell me.”
“I… I’m not too sure. How’d you find me?”
“You’re fast, fox, but not that fast.”
“Hmm.”
The flames kept dancing.
“I know who you are. What- what you’ve done.”
“I’m sure you do.”
“It’s only a matter of time until you- you slip up! Y- you can’t keep getting away with this!”
“We’ll see.”
“I mean… y- you’re in my home… my HOME! How could I have let this- this happen?!”
The flames crept over the logs. Their dance hastened.
“It’s… It’s INHUMANE! You’ve eaten foxes! Vixens! Felines! PEOPLE!!!”
“I believe I have.”
“How could you… You’re- you’re HEARTLESS! A criminal! A MONSTROSITY!!!”
“I’ve been called many things.”
“WELL… GET ON WITH IT THEN! JUST DO IT ALREADY!”
A log cracked. Succumbing to the flames.
“Eat me already… I don’t know what to do.”
I muttered those final words softly to myself through misty eyes. I don’t even know if she heard me. The tea rippled in my hands, drops of it spilling onto my lap. My breath labored. My screams of passion died out just as quickly as they had started. I looked over and saw her gaze and smile were unchanged. Her arm posed just as before, posture still relaxed. I stared at the broken log in the fire. I needed to clear my conscience.
“I should’ve called the police last night. But I didn’t. I couldn’t get the image of you swallowing that fox out of my head. It’s cruel. It’s disgusting. It’s a crime against everything I believe in. All my life I’ve never seen something full of such raw carnal energy and emotion. You ate that man and this is what’s left of him.”
I gestured towards her hefty gut. Our eyes met and I dared not break her gaze.
“Yet, even with all that… I stayed silent. I only say I’m disgusted because it helps me cope with the reality of my situation.
“It was the most alive I’ve ever felt.”
My face felt hot and I looked back towards the fire. The downed log had burst open; the embers within radiating their vibrant orange hue. I expected the silence to drum up again following my confession, but she surprised me.
“Would you like to feel him?”
My ears shot up and whatever heat I felt on my face magnified tenfold. She rubbed her bulging gut and smacked it a few times, inviting me to come over and try it for myself. I grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around my head to try and dissipate the raging inferno my scorched face was enduring.
The blanket was effective and my face cooled. I sat next to her. She still sat upright, but now both her hands rested on her gut. I could only stare, uncertain as to what approach I should take or what etiquette should be followed. She smiled warmly again.
“Don’t worry, I’ll give you a hand.”
She placed her hand on my head and gently pressed it against the side of her belly. It was fluid, flexible, and warm… so very warm… I could feel her breath rise and fall as her supple belly fat enveloped my head. She softly stroked the back of my head. I heard the inner workings of her gut gurgle and squirm as my ears squished against her abdomen. Solid components shifted about in her stomach, but they had no life left in them. I melded them with my hand and pressed into her gut with more fervor. This was all that was left of him.
“Farewell, Fox.”
Aside from the orchestra of digestive burbles and blorps captivating me, the room was silent. The wolf was content with my curiosity and I was grateful she allowed me to explore it.
“Would you like me to tell you what it was like devouring him?”
The words pierced through the sanctuary of her gut like a bolt of lightning through a moonless night. This was the story of an individual I had known. Not well, but it was still personal nonetheless. This was where it ended for him. I gazed at her gut for a moment before I gave a nod of approval.
She took a sip of her tea.
“Alright then. This fox in particular was a creature of habit. He left his office in the evening at the same time. Not a minute more nor less. He walked through desolate parts of the city, which is where I prefer to find my prey— I am very cautious when it comes to hunting and tracking my meal. Somehow he spotted me trailing him and broke into a sprint.” Her teeth furled into a small snarl.
“It’s in my best interest that he not get an opportunity to share this experience with anyone, so I chased him down. As most of you foxes are, he had some speed which proved rather troublesome. Nevertheless, he took a wrong turn and I cornered him in an alley.” My legs shuddered at the thought. He must have been terrified.
“There are a variety of ways individuals react when confronted with my presence. Even before I began to devour him, he screamed for help. Told me I didn’t have to do this and proceeded to weep.” Her face fell flat. I couldn’t get a read on her. “He is one of many who go through the same wave of emotions.”
She raised her eyebrows, judging the now-deceased fox. “I don’t enjoy the dawdling, and before he could plead some more I shoved his head directly into my maw, subduing his arms while I pushed him deeper into my throat.” She stroked her neck, seemingly reliving the experience. “The reality of the situation generally begins to settle in around this point, and he incurred a violent wave of thrashing in an attempt to escape my clutches. “Unbeknownst to him, this helped me slide him deeper into the confines of my stomach. He continued his struggles while I sucked his entire abdomen into my gullet.” Her grip on my head tightened as she firmly pressed my face against her gut.
“It’s around this stage where I try to remove any clothing below the waist.” She lessened the pressure on my head and shifted her focus elsewhere, pulling on my pajama bottoms with a claw. “It’s a hassle to get shirts off prey when they’re about to be eaten, so I just wait until they’re already inside me.” Her claw moved up to my sweater, gently tugging on a loose thread near my arm.
“On occasion, they remove them once they’re confronted with the heat of my gut, so I just spit them up after the fact. Still, it’s easier to get pants and all the other undergarments off before they disappear inside me. My claws are sharp, so it makes the process much simpler.” She continued toying with my sweater, her claws glimmering in the firelight.
“The fox, nearly naked as his manhood glazed across my tongue, glistened in my saliva.” She sighed heavily. It seemed she enjoyed her descriptions. “His waist finally entered my throat and, despite the vigorous thrashing of his legs, he glided into my gullet with significant ease. His hind paws crossed my maw and all his yelling, kicking, moaning, and writhing retreated into my gut.” Her tail faintly shifted back and forth; it was subtle, but it wagged. She did her best to repress it, but I noticed. “Everything he did was just a muffled moan surrounded by walls of pulsating flesh. No one could hear him… save for you.” Her tail ceased all movement. Her radiant yellow eyes now fixated on me.
I swallowed hesitantly. The story was heavy. My body was a wreck and all I could think about were the details of him sliding into her maw, struggling for his life but ultimately failing to save it. He was a fox, just like me. He had emotions, hopes, dreams, and a will to live. He had a job, and a place to go home to. Now I was face to face with the predator who put an end to all that.
I could sense she was still looking at me. I could feel her eyes scouring my face for any sign of emotion, but I could bear none. A rational person would say I was shocked, but not for the reasons they would expect.
She carried on. “I figured you saw the whole thing. You ran. Smart move. You ran a long way too. I was lucky to keep up with you. The keys were shaking in your hand when you got to your door, but you entered after a bit of a struggle.” Her maw curled into a slight smile. “In the shadows, I watched you peer through your blinds frantically for hours on end.
“I waited.
“I waited for the police to show up, but they never did.” Her smile faded and she furrowed her brow. “You confused me, fox. I questioned your motives. Your mind games puzzled me, but I decided to watch you a while longer.
“Once you stopped worrying, I watched you sleep.” Her calm demeanor returned and her features softened. “You tossed, turned, shuffled, and shifted, but you slept. If there were a time to get rid of you, that would’ve been it, but I refrained” Her fingers tapped rhythmically on the sofa. “Just like you, fox… I refrained.” She seemed menacing, but there was a certain calmness to her voice.
“As night turned to day, you continued as if nothing happened. That is… until the missing poster arrived on your desk. The shower proved to be a nice opportunity to enter your house and look around. You have good taste in clothes, your decor is pleasant, and you keep a clean house.” Her eyes patrolled the room, watching over my various tables littered about and paintings plastered on the walls. “I gazed at the posters on your desk. I have no doubt you connected the disappearances to me. You have a strong sense of justice, but for some reason that faltered because of last night’s events. Once again, you confuse me, fox. So, with that in mind, I sat in your armchair and waited to see what you’d do.”
A lingering feeling kept me uneasy. Perhaps my fate was already sealed. Maybe her intent was malicious. She could just be biding time; making space for her next meal. I wasn’t special. I was just another fox. How often do instincts lie? Still, even with the flurry of intrusive thoughts filling my head, I felt paralyzed.
“An hour or so after I sat down you quietly shuffled into your office. Your paws grasped the poster one last time before I revealed myself to you. You passed out. Once again, I found myself in a perfect position to devour you.” Her voice increased in intensity. “It would be simple. You saw me. You had every reason to share your story. If I let you go I’d put my own life in jeopardy.” My body trembled. She was right.
“Still, you cunning fox… as the evidence against you mounted and my mouth began to drool in anticipation… your body shivered. You were utterly helpless; frigid and unconscious on the floor, draped only in your towel. If it were any other person I wouldn’t have given it a second thought.” Her voice cracked and she began to yell. “There is nothing remotely special about you other than the information you have, and even then it only convinces me to shove you down my gullet. I thought I pitied you. Looking out for the meager, little fox who was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.” She lowered her voice, it’s harshness eased. “But once again, fox… You perplex me.”
I felt my jaw begin to loosen and my expression soften. My heart’s pace slowed to a more reasonable level. Swallowing felt less labored than before and whatever warning systems blared in my body eased their volume. Her story had put me in shock, but I was not afraid. My instinctual urges to flee held their ground, but I didn’t run. The reasonable assumption that she could swallow me at any moment remained a constant threat. She was an imposing figure, and even if I wanted to, I couldn’t escape her. I knew this was my reality, but I continued to relax, as wrong as that may be. Something held me there.
I was not initially shocked because of fear. Her story should have frightened me. It should have shaken me to my very core. Yet, my heart fluttered. Oh, this was not fear…
“I did not pity you, fox. I picked you up, brought you to your bed, and removed your towel.” Her voice cracked.
“You shivered.
“I held your naked, limp body in my arms while I slipped your pajamas up to your waist.” It cracked a few more times.
“You were terribly frigid.
“I found the thickest, warmest sweater in your wardrobe and dressed you in it.” Her voice became uneasy, shaking with each word.
“Still, your body trembled.
“I stoked the fire, made you tea, wrapped you in the fluffiest blanket, and held you against my body, hoping that all of my efforts would not be in vain.” She was on the verge of tears, her voice rampant with emotion.
“Finally, your shivering ceased.”
She seemed exhausted. Her breathing labored and face even more red in the firelight. She uttered one last sentence, her voice vulnerable and broken.
“I do not pity you, fox. I love you.”
…this was love.

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