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Wyatt and a Slug (Vore Story)

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Keywords male 1178953, rabbit 136958, bunny 110856, feral 90481, vore 32544, story 13731, digestion 5496, stomach 4471, oral vore 4140, soft vore 4106, submission 3839, male prey 1589, willing 1358, fatal 1110, slug 1039, feral pred 974, willing prey 943, willing vore 313, anthro prey 255, comfortable 175, implied fatal 76, sensory 72, rabbit prey 63, bunny prey 57, soft digestion 27, tactile 3, slow swallowing 2, nevolsky 1, wyatt the bunny 1, wyatt (nevolsky) 1, unthinking pred 1, feral slug 1, slug pred 1, mindless pred 1
A gentle breeze blows through the park on this early morning, the air humid and chilled with the lingering scent of rain from the previous night's storm. A light haze covers the ground, and the sounds of birds and animals just starting to wake fill the surrounding ambiance along with the rustling of wet grass and the dripping water falling off of the leaves of trees. The landscape is illuminated with the deep blue of a not-yet-risen sun; the light is enough that the area can be seen, though only limitedly so, especially with the blanket of fog obscuring visibility beyond a short distance. For some, this is a miserable, gloomy morning better spent in the safety and comfort of one's own home.

For Wyatt, though, this is the perfect atmosphere for a peaceful walk.

It had been a stressful week for the bunny, between matters at work and at home, but with everything finally sorted out and no further projects to worry about, he promised himself he’d take the day to relax and clear his mind. He’s already come up with a basic plan – Eat a tasty breakfast, take a nice walk, have a warm bath, nap if he feels like it, and so on. Wyatt had already completed step one with a big bowl of rich, buttery steamed vegetables. Now, he's walking at a gentle pace along his favorite park trail, just enjoying the damp air on his fur, the squish of wet asphalt beneath his paws, the scent of petrichor in the air, and the sounds of stirring wildlife and lively birds all around the forest, not to mention the peacefulness of being the only one out and about right now; he smiles to himself as he gets to enjoy the ambiance all on his own.

Wyatt shivers softly as he walks, the water in the air soaking into his tri-colored, patch-patterned fur, giving him a light chill when the wind picks up. It’s not uncomfortable, at least not enough to discourage him from his stroll, and the exercise is keeping him decently warm to make up for the heat he’s losing. Still, though, he’s finding the notion of relaxing in a warm bath quite appealing…

His attention is caught by some movement up ahead. The bunny blinks his brilliant yellow eyes, squinting through the fog, trying to make anything out, but all he sees is a light-colored mass a little ways ahead. Curiosity growing, Wyatt treads carefully forward a few meters, his digitigrade paws silently stepping on the paved trail as he approaches – And he freezes as soon as he’s able to take in the sight.

This spot is a concrete foundation where a picnic table used to sit, but after it was vandalized a few months ago, the park officials had it removed so it could be replaced, but that has yet to happen. Wyatt had grown used to seeing the blank concrete slab by now, but what he hasn't grown used to is the gigantic, pure-white slug resting atop it!

The bunny shivers as he takes in the sight – The creature, no doubt, has come here on instinct to avoid the oversaturation of moisture in the ground. It’s a bit less than twice his size, he reckons, its body glistening with the slick, slimy mucous that helps it move over any number of different surfaces.

Immediately, Wyatt’s plans for the day are overridden by his impulsive desire to get closer to the fascinatingly simple creature.

As he approaches, the bunny takes a few moments to just admire the slimy gastropod as it wobbles slowly and idly, seeming completely unaware of the world around it. It's amazing to him how such a creature can get by in life without a single thought or worry, or even the capability of having thoughts or worries; its entire life is purely instinctual. Eat, sleep, move, repeat. Maybe reproduce. Wyatt can't help but feel a tinge of envy, knowing this slug will never have to pay rent, or work a job, or commit to a relationship – At its size, it doesn't even have to worry about getting caught by a predator! Just eat, sleep, move, repeat, day after day. He finds himself almost wishing he could lead such a simple life; sure, having complex thoughts (or thoughts at all) is nice, but… This slug seems to be doing quite well for itself without that!

Wyatt steps close, placing a four-fingered hand on the slick body of the creature, pressing lightly as he pets its side. His fur quickly picks up a nice covering of the slug’s slimy mucous, the thick fluid sticking to his hand and lubricating his fingers. Its body is rubbery, but unlike most smaller slugs, this one is surprisingly warm; perhaps it’s big enough that its metabolism can keep it heated!

He blushes gently as he realizes the slug, if it even could tell it’s being touched, isn’t reacting in the slightest. It’s merely continuing to… Exist.

Another shiver runs through the bunny as he imagines himself blanketed by that warmth, and while he momentarily pictures the gastropod squishing over his body as it moves itself along… Wyatt realizes he wants more than that. He wants to be enveloped in the slug’s warmth, to feel it over every centimeter of his body.

He wants to be consumed by the mindless creature.

It’s a scary proposition – It doesn't have the mental capability to understand his words. Would it be able to devour him? Would it want to? Was it even capable of wanting? If it did take him in, would he be safe? Would he be able to get back out? Would he be digested?

The bunny blinks, these thoughts trailing off in his mind as he comes to a single realization – He doesn't care. He just wants to feed the slug, to be inside its body. Whatever happens after that… So be it.

Wyatt takes a deep breath as he steps to the front of the creature, getting another look at it. The pure-white creature doesn’t seem to react to him at all, letting the bunny get a look at it – Granted, there’s not a whole lot to look at, aside from the two tentacle-like protrusions from its… Head? Is that the right term?

The bunny reasons these are its eyes, though it seems the slug's limited sense of vision can only see light and dark; it can't recognize shapes, colors, or movement. Just enough to know if it's daytime or nighttime; if the creature is exposed or sheltered.

Such a simple life.

It’s almost amusing to him how such a mindless creature can survive, and further than that, it seems to be doing pretty well for itself without a single care to worry about. And he’s ready to give himself to it, to take his own worries away and just let the creature have him all to itself.

The bunny takes a moment to consider how to go about this. His first thought is to reach into its mouth and let it swallow him from the top down, but he realizes he’d have to kneel on the concrete for the entire time, which would leave him rather sore by the time he’s fully inside. Besides… He wants to enjoy every last second of this.

Taking a deep breath to steel himself, Wyatt takes a half-step back from the slug before sitting carefully down. The wet concrete is cold, but he doesn’t care; he’ll be warm soon enough. He lays flat on his back, takes another deep breath, and raises his paws to the creature, gently pressing them against its front.

The slug, for the first time since Wyatt’s arrival, actually reacts to him – It recoils a touch, and he realizes it thinks it bumped into something, making the bunny chuckle as he keeps steady and watches eagerly.

The slug pauses, and Wyatt sees the opening of its mouth flexing a little – The creature may be missing a few senses, but it seems to be able to taste, and it realizes there's food nearby! The bunny shivers excitedly as it moves forward again, bumping its 'head' against his paws a few times, before its mouth opens and takes his big toes inside.

It found its food.

Wyatt shudders in pure excitement – He’s been accepted as a meal for the mindless creature. He feels the rubbery opening of its mouth squeezing gently on his toes, and a gentle, passive suction leading to that oh-so-tempting warmth within its body. The bunny blushes as he takes in the lovely sensations, softly muttering “Mmh… Can’t wait to feed you…” as he adjusts his paws to let the slug advance.

The gastropod’s mouth stretches wider, expanding gradually around the bunny’s second toes, then his third, before engulfing his paws completely as it draws him in. It’s moving at a slow, idle pace; less actively swallowing the bunny, and more just… Moving forward, letting him slide into its warm gullet.

Wyatt can’t help himself from letting out a soft moan as his paws disappear into the hungry slug, the slimy embrace of its maw and esophagus caressing his sensitive paws in such a delightful way. He wiggles his toes, pressing them into the impossibly soft flesh within the creature, feeling just how much the gullet is able to effortlessly stretch, showing him he’ll fit down its throat with no trouble at all.

He giggles as he tries pulling his paws back a little, finding they’re perfectly able to retreat from the grip of the slug’s idly rippling esophagus – He could easily escape at any time; he would be safe to continue living his life, and the slug would just find something else to eat. But as Wyatt eases his paws back down the gastropod’s throat, he knows this is where he wants to be. Where he belongs.

The rippling flesh continues to idly squeeze against the bunny’s paws, feeling like a silken blanket wrapped loosely around them, hemming him in. Wyatt shivers as the slug’s mouth tickles the underside of his digitigrade heel, and he quietly gasps. “A-Ah… That feels… So nice…” Wyatt is fully aware the gastropod can’t hear him, much less understand his words, but he still feels nice reassuring the mindless creature just how much he wants to be its food.

As the slug advances along his lower legs, Wyatt notices something – The slug doesn't seem to have a radula! He's only just realizing this, but he's very grateful he isn't being 'chewed' with the toothy appendage most mollusks have; this slug is big enough that it can swallow its food whole – Which he’s presently getting to experience for himself!

It’s been about a minute or two since the slug started eating, and it’s only just reaching the bunny’s knees, taking its time to envelop the meal it has. Wyatt lays back, shivering softly as the soft warmth gradually creeps further up his legs, the tantalizingly slow pace ensuring these sensations will last as long as possible. Even as the slug approaches his waist, the bunny remains relaxed, feeling the idle rippling of warm, soft flesh all around his lower half. He’s in absolute bliss already, and it’s only going to get better.

Wyatt reaches down as he feels the slug’s mouth crawling up his belly, gently hooking his thumbs on the edges of its maw and lifting up, taking a peek inside. He shudders as he sees his lower stomach surrounded by that impossibly soft, rippling flesh, utterly soaking him in lubricating mucous to make it easier to take him inside the creature's digestive system. His fur is matted down in the thick fluids, allowing the shifting esophagus to ease him deeper within the slug – And as it pushes forward, Wyatt lets out a surprised yelp, finding himself lifting from the concrete about an inch as the slug pulls his backside into its mouth! The motion also pulls the bunny’s hands inside, and while he could easily just pull them back out, he decides to relax and let the slug advance at its own slow pace.

There’s a subtle loosening of pressure at his paws, and Wyatt shivers, feeling a thicker fluid pooled here as well as flesh that’s somehow even softer and warmer. He huffs softly and blushes deeply as he realizes where he is. “Woah… I can… Feel my paws in your… In your stomach already… A-Ahh…” He’s entering the belly of the beast, and it’s every bit as amazing as he hoped!

Wyatt also notices the stronger pull of the esophageal muscles, the slug actively swallowing him now that it has enough of him inside for those muscles to grip. Despite this, the rolling waves of peristalsis seem no faster at devouring him than when the slug was pushing itself around him, but the bunny closes his eyes and wiggles softly to get comfy, enjoying every moment of this all the same.

"I love how long this is taking", he thinks, as the gastropod envelops his chest, nearing his neck. With its mouth this close to his ears, Wyatt can hear the squishing of the slug's flesh and the very subtle gulp that sounds out with every gentle tug of those muscles, inching him deeper bit by bit. His body is completely surrounded by the creature and its warmth, and he knows it only needs to swallow his head to have him all to itself.

And those swallows come readily, the mouth stretching open around Wyatt’s chin and muzzle, the bunny closing his eyes tightly as they get taken in next. The squelching of wet flesh fills his ears as the slug pulls him inside, practically slurping his long ears down, and just a few seconds later, the last of Wyatt disappears from the outside world with a deep gllp, the bunny reduced to a bulge in the giant gastropod.

He’s pushed along a bit further before being fully deposited within the stomach of the slug, the sphincter squishing shut behind him, trapping him inside the digestive chamber. Almost immediately, Wyatt shudders deeply, knowing he’s right where they both want him. He’s been consumed. Devoured, Eaten.

It’s every bit as thrilling as he could have imagined!

Wyatt opens his eyes surprised to find he can see within the chamber. He admires the folded stomach walls, watching them shift idly, squishing gently in subtle rolling contractions. Beneath him, there’s a small pool of fluid, not nearly as sticky as the mucous but still rather slick – He shivers, knowing he’s marinating in the stomach fluids of the gastropod.

The bunny’s ears lower along the back of his head and shoulders as he takes in the enormity of what he’s done – He’s given himself up to a mindless slug. His entire life up to this point, full of memories and accomplishments, reduced to feeding a creature that likely doesn’t even know he’s inside it. Incapable of conscious thought, the slug isn’t paying him any mind; it doesn’t care about every year Wyatt had lived, everything he had done in his life… All it knows is it has a full stomach, and anything beyond that is beyond its ability to think about.

Wyatt shivers excitedly as he realizes this. The slug doesn't care a single thought about him aside from how nicely he's filling its stomach. He's been consumed by a creature that he could have outrun by walking backward and that didn't even notice him touching it. It's so exhilarating to him, feeling so small and insignificant, and he lets out a contented sigh, feeling his body relax in the slick warmth within the stomach.

He rubs his hands along those folded walls, feeling them stretching quite a ways as he sinks his hands into the rubbery flesh. He can only imagine the slug going about its business with the bulges of his hands and paws pressing out from its body, and he giggles to himself as he pictures the sight. He feels those walls shifting and softly quivering; they’re not very active right now, simply moving idly around him for the moment. Wyatt pauses as his finger catches on something – He’s found the esophageal sphincter again! He’s quite surprised to find, despite how loose everything else is in here, this ring of muscle is tightly shut; he can’t even wiggle his finger through! He giggles to himself, reasoning the slug’s body knows it at least has something to digest inside it; it’s just taking its time to actually digest him.

Lulled by the warmth and the humid air, Wyatt yawns softly and turns onto his side, snuggling the squishy stomach walls and closing his eyes for a while, quickly drifting off into a very comfortable sleep…

Some time passes, and the bunny rouses, blinking his eyes open. He has no idea how much time has passed – A few minutes, or an hour, or several hours – But he's still within the slug's stomach. There's something different, though; the fluids have pooled quite a bit deeper, soaking into much of his fur, The walls also seem more active, rolling slowly but deliberately in kneading waves of muscle, working those fluids all over his form. He’s aware of a very faint tingling in his paws, the sensations akin to being sat close to a warm fire, and Wyatt shivers excitedly as he realizes what’s going on.

He’s being digested.

The bunny feels around in the chamber, trying to locate the sphincter again, more out of curiosity than anything. But with the stomach walls constantly shifting and wobbling, massaging him from all over and kneading the digestive fluids into him, his hands encounter nothing distinct. He shivers softly, knowing even if he did find it, it certainly wouldn't let him out; he's too good of a catch for the stomach to give him up. And quite frankly… He doesn't want to be let out.

Wyatt feels the tingly sensations growing as the stomach continues its work, and he curls his toes in delight. He’s not getting out. He’s going to be digested. His entire conscious life will soon be turned into pure sustenance for this mindless creature. He belongs to the slug.

A thought occurs to him, and he laughs softly – He's accomplished everything he set out to do today. He had his breakfast and a walk, and now he's having a warm soak. All he has to do now is close his eyes and have a nap.

The bunny smiles, leaning up to kiss the walls of the stomach, before he rolls onto his other side and once again gets snug with those kneading muscles massaging him in such a lovely way. His eyes gently flutter shut, and he stretches out with a soft yawn, letting himself drift off into a sleep from which he knows he won’t wake.

And the smile on his muzzle shows he wouldn’t have it any other way.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Zane's Evening Shift (Vore Story)
Refrigerator Repair (SFW Slice-of-Life Story)
Zane's Evening Shift (Vore Story)
Last in pool
In which Wyatt the Bunny relaxes on his day off!

This story was inspired by a comic drawn by Nevolsky - It's such a lovely scenario that I had to take a shot at it myself! Wyatt is an adorable prey-bunny, and the White Slug is quite the enticing pred!

(Soft oral vore; willing and impulsive male bunny prey; unthinking feral slug pred; slow ingestion; enjoyably gentle digestion; implied fatal)

The comic that inspired this story can be found here:
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Originally uploaded to FurAffinity on 11 December 2024.

Wyatt the Bunny, the White Slug, and the original comic are © Nevolsky. Thumbnail is cropped from their art as well.

Keywords
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Type: Writing - Document
Published: 1 week, 1 day ago
Rating: General

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