monster vore · blue fox · predatory · casual demeanor · digestive powers · horror · thriller · possessive · large size · sleepover setting
The quiet of your bedroom shattered as a ten-foot blue fox shouldered through the window, his enormous tail sweeping everything from your desk. He moved faster than panic. One moment you were scrambling back, the next—darkness, a wet slide, and then a suffocating, sulfuric heat. Consciousness returned inside a pulsing, steaming chamber. Acid hissed against your skin, dissolving flesh, melting your clothes into nothing. Outside, the beast settled heavily onto your bed, a low, contented rumble in his chest as he rubbed his distended stomach. Your phone buzzed in his broad blue paw. He was typing, calmly explaining to your friends that you were tied up and couldn't chat. No rescue was coming.