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Filling the Bucket (08/10/16) [FTB]

The sun beat down over the yard with promises to heat the day up once more. This rat however had no worries about yet another sweltering day. The sunlight gleamed off the polished wood and metal of the heavy frame of a guillotine that he had spent all day yesterday polishing. Spending the whole day knowing how the next morning he would spill his blood all over it's wooden surface, worn smooth with use.

The heavy frame sat in a sandpit for easy cleanup, with a small setup of seats a few yards away for any curious viewers to watch. For a small time criminal like himself there would only be the morbidly fascinated and snuff fans awaiting his show. The real crowds would happen later on in the evening when the more infamous cases took place.

Of course this being a show he had to strip down, a groan as he looked over the ludicrous loincloth they gave him. Even more ridiculous given his fat build, but hey who was he to complain at this hour. Putting on the simple loop and tying the fabric belt, his heavy balls and sheath were all but put on display by the flowing fabric. At least he wasn't one who had to go naked like some others did. Although he may as well have, given he just had two flimsy flaps to keep his modesty.

And then there was the basket, or in his case, just a plain white 5 gallon bucket. He was going to be introduced very close to the dusty bottom of it and give it a deep final kiss as the rest of him thrashed in the sand. And he couldn't even clean it out before hand. Those rusty stains probably from the kisses other prisoners gave it before him.

Ulp~ now he had an erection tenting that long belt of white fabric thinking of other guys or girls doing their final bloody struggles in the sand. Well he may as well go out in style. The guard just boredly watched his musing as everyone waited for their cues while the headsman casually walked out. A few more bored spectators, at least one openly masturbating, trickled into the stands figurative and literally in his case.

Finally the door opened, the rat getting a push from the bored lizard behind him. He plodded his bare feet onto the still cool sand. At least these wouldn't be blazing hot for his final walk. The big horse standing in his hood and vest and frankly, little else was waiting by the guillotine. Ugh, Layleux had to sexualize everything, didn't they?

At least the headsman had enough restraint to not tent that fat spandex speedo he wore, unlike the fat rat that was holding his bucket to his wobbly belly to try and hide his erection. Although then the bucket threatened to slide his loincloth aside, so he was basically going to show something off one way or another.

The guard behind him pushed him about to the front so he could set down his bucket. The grandness of that massive guillotine impressive up close even now. All of it polished by his sore pink hands the day before. At least he did a good job, he thought he may as well put some pride into something. Setting that bucket down made him lean over to the teases of the crowd. Well, they all wanted to watch this butt shake didn't they. They'd get a good sight of that soon enough.

His own personal time with the crowd wasn't long as he was pushed back around the front. This time the horse had some cuffs ready, rough and warm from his hands holding them. The metal pinched down painfully, digging into his pink skin as he groaned softly. His life span measured in scant minutes now as he felt the air grow ever warmer with the rising sun. Huff, let's get this over with before it gets too hot at least.

The stock opened very wide, looking much too big for him. And then he found he was on his knees, head pushed in with that horse's big hands. The motion firm, smooth, well practiced as his knees settles into the sand. How much he'd love to feel those hands hold him down in another situation perhaps. But he could revel in that tented arousal now at least. The stock was pushed down until it pinched at his neck, letting him feel the fat groove the blade would glide through above and below his furry throat. A firm click of locks pinning his fat neck in place for the blade. Though he still had a fair amount of room to the sides of his neck.

The stock's broadness was answered by the side panels tucked in. Trapping his neck perfectly, and letting him either peek up at the crowd up through his bangs, or stare down at the stained bucket his slim muzzle poked into. It smelled dusty and that rusty stain was obviously not rust at all now that he thought about it. His butt was upturned a little as he felt ropes strap around his knees and cinch them inwards. Ugh, presented in front of a big hot stallion while a crowd watched. Well, what a way to go.

The crowd was getting all hushed as he squirmed, knees locked in place, arms roughly pinioned to his back. Shoulders pushed to stock and neck firmly trapped. All he could do was shake his butt, the fat rodent panting quick now. His heart was pounding and his body shaking as he stared at the sunlit plastic bucket awaiting his head. Pink feet wiggling as the sun teased heat on bare flesh and fur.

He heard the shuffle of hooves on sand and knew his end was nigh. The crowd was suddenly silent. In fact it seemed like everything had gone silent. Except for his pounding heart and gasping breaths. The whole world zeroed into him as his knees fidgeted in the sand and he squirmed nervous tugs at metal and rope. Feeling everyone staring at his doomed form.

CLATTER! The sound vibrated through his neck as much as it pounded in his ears. A split second to contemplate what would follow. Then cold steel kissed through the warm fur, flesh, fat, muscle and bone that comprised his neck. The sensation searing in the suddenness and certainty that he was dead. The world tumbled in shock.

The next thought he had was confusion at where he was. White pristine walls were pressed so close as he heard the rustle of a body jerking on the sand nearby. The wet squelches of something gushing out liquid with splurting sounds. His eyes grew wide a brief moment as he realized he was at the bottom of his bucket. Able to peek up at the sunlight just creeping into sight on the side of the bucket his head now rested in awkwardly. Nose first on the warm plastic bottom as he felt the strange sensation of trying to breathe without lungs. The feel of nothing beneath his chin as his brain reeled in shock, and a hot coppery taste of blood trickles down his tongue.

Blurbble glurp went his body as he watched the strip of bright sunlight amidst the darkness of the bucket dim. Sparkling motes swirling as he realized his end was up. The last sensation a hot trickle of copper blood down his tongue and the strange, burning coolness of wind brushing the stump of his neck. The scent of blood and piss and sand. Then it all faded away to blackness and the dimming cheers of the crowd became nothing.

A roll in the... Snake? (08/24/16) [RIS]

"Oh goodness, I know you looked big in your picture, but wow, you are absolutely enormous... er, in a good way" gulped out the chubby mouse as he looked over his 'playmate' for the vore club. He knew she was one of the bigger predators, but it seems seeing her in the flesh and scales was another thing entirely for the mouse.

"All the better to hold you my little morsel. Wanting to make a little show, hmmm?" The naga smiled as she looked him over. The guy was chubby and soft, white furred and pink pawed. With those hefty balls mice tended to have. He seemed like he'd make a good amateur hour at least. Well, amateur 15 minutes more likely given the way his tented shorts already had some pre leaking into them.

"Well, come in, come in, gotta get your cute little pink tail in here for the camera too." The naga waving to the many cushions all over the room. A few cameras were set up along the walls of the carpeted show room so others may watch a pred at work. "And could I get your name, before I change it to little 'morsel'."

"Oh, um, m, Matthew" stammered out the mouse as he walked amidst the large coils and soft cushions. He couldn't help but stare, if partly because the large snake woman wore not a stitch of clothing. Her dark skin of her huge human half and the scales of her even larger snake half was bared to the room (and cameras). And so many scales, those coils of tail were taking up a fair amount of the room alone. The scales of that tail lead up to the plump curvy petals of her thick folds, making the small male gulp again.

"Nice to meet you Matthew, my name's Gabrielle. Oh, do make yourself at home now, you won't need those shorts where you are going." Gabrielle smiled demurely, enjoying the blush and flustered reactions this comment brought to her little playmate meal. A coil of tail reaching about to help tug on a corner of his shorts making his pink tail flex and stiffen.

"Oh, ok..." Matthew muttered a little uncertainly, more embarrassed by the woman's grand presence then perhaps the many cameras recording the pair. Having a little trouble getting those shorts down from his stiff arousal, the pink flesh soon bared with his heavy balls.

A murmur of approval from the large snake hybrid as she looked over her meal. Running a tail tip along the curve of his chubby rump and rubbing his thick gut with the smooth skin of her hand. While he wasn't handsome in a traditional sense, his smooth fur and plump gut was quite appealing on a more gluttonous level.

Those big, surprisingly warm coils guided the nervous male closer and closer to her lap. Her big scaled folds lewdly presented, and growing slick and blooming with arousal. The scent of arousal was strong in the small room, a feature the proprietors have been exploring in sharing. Gabrielle would have to see how that turned out after this meal of course.

A soft kiss with small lips and big ones pressed together. A large hand soon fondled the mouse's modest erection. Though the size difference made it seem even smaller yet as those big fingers brushed and explored, making the rodent quiver in blissful shudders even in his nervous state. A pink hand curiously reaching out towards the naga's lap to brush back himself.

"Oh, be my guest, you'll be buried under those scales soon enough." Gabrielle calmly replied as she wriggled the blushing mouse closer to her lap. His little pink hands exploring the broad curves of those thick outer lips, seeing how the delicate scales give way to the soft heated skin within. His own arousal twitching and oozing pre from just the single fingertip circling its tip in steady strokes.

Matthew had to take a deep breath when he spread those big scaled folds. Trembling and squirming at the sight of such a lush, heavy sex before him. Her massive size exciting him more as his pink toes pressed into the soft carpet and he moaned out a soft whine.

"Oh, let's not have you get off too quick now darling." Gabrielle's big hands and a soft coil of tail drew him effortlessly to her side. Letting him fondle still as she rubbed his chest slowly. "Now, did you wanna hump, or is a cutie just gonna gush when I start gulping you down."

The mouse just groaned softly at first, taking a huge breath. "Oh, oh, mmm, I, I think just swallowing me is fine miss..." He leaned in to give the fat black nipple near his head a curious kiss, smiling at the murmurs of approval. He gave a whiny little whimper when her big lips kissed and tugged his ears. Matthew was like a doll in her massive grasp.

And he was moved easily like a doll too, brought up to cuddle into that plump cleavage. His pink paws still fondling the snake's lap as she had to lean over a little to kiss and lick over his head. He pressed back with a shiver each time her lips opened enough to show that dark gullet awaiting him.

Those kisses of dark lips around his pink nose grew more insistent, and he gave that big forked tongue firmer kisses. Feeling hot breasts rub his cheeks as that slick tongue rubbed into his fur. The scent of her breath sweet, but hinted with the carnal scent of a predator. The mouse would soon be adding to that aroma as he felt those lips tug further, down his cheeks. His head resting in the dark and feeling her slimy tongue drag him closer to her awaiting throat. This was it, he was going to be food.

Gabrielle's hands groped and squeezed Matthew's thick butt, helping push it against her plump body. Her big full breasts working well for him to help press into those jaws as well. A firm swallow dragging his whiskered muzzle in. GULP~! Her throat bulged with his head as she helped press his shoulders into her cheeks. Knowing the cameras were all focusing on the subtle wriggles her throat stuffed full of prey.

Those swallows continued to tug. Steady and firm, making the mouse moan a muffled sound within the naga's chest. Her heartbeat pounded around him, and that slimy heat tugged incessantly for him. Slowly she pushed him further into her maw, his arms pulled back to his sides as her throat pinned down his shoulders. Pink feet kicked and flexed against dark brown skin as Matthew squirmed in response to the hot, slimy embrace he was gliding into.

His erection bobbed as Gabrielle made sure to fondle him. It only took a few licks and a soft stroking of a finger and she felt him stiffen up. A tense jerking as his climax made his feet kick in shock. A firm and powerful gulp to draw his hips into her mouth after his first gush of climax splattered across her chin and breasts. Tasting his cum as the fat mouse writhed in blissful struggles. Well past the point of no return as he heard Gabrielle's powerful heart pound near his head. That steady beat sliding further away as the gurgling churning of the serpent's belly grew closer.

His gushes of final seed oozed a little from the naga's swallowing maw. Dripping down her chin as mouse legs and tail writhed from those lewdly stretched lips. He was sliding inexorably down, a steady and smooth rhythm of the one way trip was soon to near it's completion. She could feel his squirmy nose wiggling in her upper 'belly', nearing the actual entrance to her stomach below her hips.

The soft licks of tongue across feet made both sets of toes clench and wiggle wildly a moment, earning a stuffed grin from Gabrielle. Ticklish prey always made her smile. And then with a loud exaggerated slurp pink toes disappeared into her lips and then were stuffed down into her throat. Opening her mouth wide to show it was now empty, as a steady, rippling motion pulled the bulge in her chest down to her serpent half. Slow, steady wriggling motions jiggling the pudgy human belly and breasts.

A hot acrid stench was Matthew's first greeting to that belly, his reaction to it rippling and wobbling the chubby naga's human belly. Then he was pushed in with no respite. Thick hot slime greeting the mouse as he gaves a muffled groan. A subtle, curvy bulge amidst the huge scaled coil, wriggling easily to bulge beneath her lap. Each wriggle, squirm or kick making those scales flex subtly through the layers of muscle and fat between mouse and freedom.

Gabrielle laid back and slowly fondled herself, a gentle and lazy masturbation to the feeling of struggling prey within her. That heavy belly was not kind, and she could see his struggles growing more desperate as *BURRRP~* that air grew stale and escaped with that rumble of a belch. While she prefered more refined manners, she knew she had to give at least one room rattling belch for the fans. She wondered if the smell sensors would pick the mingling scents of rodent, acrid stomach and carnivore breath well or not. She would have to give that scent track a curious watch, knowing how to best 'stink' her breath for the prey fans was always a good thing to know.

A low, pleased moan from Gabrielle mingled with a gurgling whimper from Matthew, just faintly audible from her snake gut. The jerky motions jostling her scaled gut had grown quite soft suddenly. The lack of air and filling of digestive juices doing what they do best to meals, wriggling or not. The feeling of prey succumbing always drove her to such a lewd pleasure. Knowing she was powerful, consuming, turning that mouse guy into little more than a final mess to casually dispose of. His own body was now meat to fuel hers and add to her fat, muscle and bone.

Her coils flexed and twisted as she ground her clit with fingers, hissing as her climax messily bubbled up onto her lap. Bucking little jerks likely ruined the show of matthew's final, fatal struggles, but her pleasure always came first when it came to this part. Eyes closed as she breathed deep of cool air and drank in the faint hint of mouse musk still in the room. The last remnants of him would be passed in a week, another show for another dollar. His scent wouldn't last the day once she cleaned off. The cushions meticulously cleaned after every night for the next performers. His clothes to be set aside for donations probably before she even left for the day.

There would always be that recording of his final moments to show that the mouse was once there, and not always part of Gabrielle's body. She hoped the video did well, amateur play was always so enjoyable for her.