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Copacetic, consensual, casual vore with the little puca that first introduced the subdivision of my broad interests to my gallery of depicted feats – what else could you possibly ask for? Well, within reason of course! I realize that you can always ask for a planetoid comprised of confections that just so happen to improve your physical health rather than leave you with a crippling sense of guilt. For those of you who’ve been following me for at least a year now, you’ll recall the events that transpired in the gormandizing epic that was Hotel de Paunch, and I’d like to think that those auspicious happenings led Vausch to realize one very important thing about yours truly: If you’re a friend, any consumptive activity – regardless of orifice (or phagocytosis in this case) – will result in a lighthearted ending for both parties involved. If anything, that should explain why the little tawny shifter isn’t struggling one bit while he’s being enveloped! Hell, I swear I caught a glimpse of a smile as he slipped down! How infrequent is THAT? Either way, it doesn’t take an empathic soul to feel just how utterly jubilant he was once he hit my secondary pocket dimension (or stomach, since I’m sure my vernacular doesn’t help matters much). Now, for those who understand the implications of having a miniature dimension inside one’s alimentary tract – I can only assume the next logical questions would be something to the tune of, “Well, where is he now?” I certainly couldn’t fault you for assuming that he might be cramped back down in the same idyllic resort setting roughly a year prior. Others might speculate that he’s just in a standard fleshy organ, pulsating with a fabricate rhythm of life. Hell, I wouldn’t put it past a select few of you to guess that I summoned an entire city this time just for him! To tell you the truth… I don’t think you should know! Once I’ve gotten to properly know someone, I can actually tailor my insides to their wildest fantasies – from the basic, like a brothel, to an entire universe of opportunity, recreating their lives in an image that would have standard issue reverie pale if juxtaposed! In my humble opinion, it’s the least I can do for my occupant after them been so very cooperative. So, wherever Vausch may be or whatever he might be experiencing beneath that villus fur – you can know he’s glad that it’s by no means inhospitable. I’m sure the ol’ puca’s had enough of obtuse fellows and their hostile noms with cramped, damp innards. |
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