The fluffiest tail (hair/tail vore)
All the bunny wanted to do was hug the sleeping skunkette's fluffy tail. What could possibly go wrong?
Many many years ago one of the first vore scenes I saw in a cartoon was a carnivorous plant that bunched up around someone like a sea anemone and swallowed them. Here we have something similar with a skunkette, a bunny and hair/tail vore.
The fluffiest tail By Strega
"Stay away from her," the bunny's mom said. "I know she's pretty, but she's dangerous."
"She's nice," said the bunny. "I've talked to her."
"That's what your brother said," Mom replied. The bunny took a moment to wonder which of his fourteen brothers she meant. He'd never heard any of them talk about the skunkette with the fluffy tail.
"Before he disappeared," she finished, and pointed sternly at the burrow door. "Now do your chores. I don't want to hear any more about that skunk."
One of his brothers had disappeared? The bunny knew that several had moved away and a couple had died in one way or another. Maybe Mom was right. Maybe the skunkette was dangerous. Though not as predatory as wildcats or weasels, skunks still ate other animals along with assorted fruits and vegetables. Not normally anything as big as a bunny, but still...
He did his best to not think about her. He failed abjectly. He was well into the age when certain things about ladies stuck in his mind and in this case all he could see when he closed his eyes was the skunkette's softly swaying furry tail.
It was bigger than his entire body and the first time he saw her it drew his gaze. He couldn't look away. Other male bunnies stared at bosoms, at butts, at other things. He stared at tails, and hers was the fluffiest tail of all.
Just the same he tried to put her out of his mind and set to his chores with a will, pulling weeds, harvesting ripe vegetables and planting seeds. For a week he worked himself to exhaustion and managed to keep his thoughts - mostly - off that seductively fluffy tail.
Then the sabbath rolled around and he had an afternoon free. Other bunnies ran down to the river to swim or fish, for bunnies are not above a bit of meat in their diet, just like skunks. Some went off to a dance. This bunny just sighed and went for a walk in the meadow.
And there she was. Stretched out on a picnic cloth in the grass, sound asleep. A picnic basket with one side of its top open sat nearby and a half finished bowl of strawberries rested next to the book she'd been reading when she dozed off.
A bluejay, startled from its activity of stealing strawberries, sprang up and flew away as he came into view. The bunny ignored it. He had eyes only for the sweep of that luscious tail. Not for the plump curves of the well fed skunkette, not for the whiskers and eyelashes and the pink line of her lips, gently smiling as she slept. Just for the great brush of fluffy tailfur.
He had to touch it. Just once. He had to know what it felt and smelled like. Then he could go on with his life. So the bunny told himself as he crept closer. Just one touch.
She was still sound asleep as he reached out a tentative hand and felt the soft fur. Long hairs rustled as he pushed into it. Somewhere in there was the spine all the fur attached to but the skunkette's body was twice his size and her tail was as massive as she was. He could use something this size as a bed and all he felt when he pushed into it was fluff.
The bunny sucked in a breath as he put his nose close. It smelled just as he'd imagined, musky yet pleasant. The clean smell of a well tended fluffy tail that still served its owner as a blanket, an umbrella. Maybe even a bed.
The urge to climb on top of it almost overpowered him. At the last minute he held back, sure she would wake. Maybe she really was dangerous, but even if she weren't that was terribly rude.
Just a hug. He'd hug it once and call it a day. Just one hug and a good sniff.
But as he wrapped his arms around it, careful not to brush against the sleeping skunkette, the tail reacted. The long thick fur suddenly resolved into hundreds of individual fur bundles like grasping tentacles and as he opened his mouth to cry out in surprise they gripped him and pulled him in.
The bunny struggled as though in the grip of clinging vines as the hair tendrils wound themselves around him. The fur was too strong to break and in moments he found himself lying on his side in a pod of fur, his feet toward the skunkette's rump and his head near the end of the tail. The tail was so massive that it must look little different now than before it sucked him in and if there was a tail spine in here he didn't feel it.
Then the tail lifted, somehow raising itself despite the weight of a teenage bunny inside it, and as his weight made him settle down toward the base of the tail the fur on the sides and tip squeezed inward. His feet slipped into a slimy orifice, whether some sort of maw inside the tail or one of her lower holes he could not say, and the inward pressure of the shrinking tail forced him in. There was a sound that despite its completely unexpected nature could be mistaken for nothing but what it was.
GULP. The tail squeezed, pushing the bulge in its fur down into the skunkette, then stood up loose and fluffy. There had been a bunny inside it a moment before. There wasn't now. Now there was just a fluffy, innocent skunky tail and the new, lumpy bulge swelling out of the skunkette's middle.
"Oh god," the bunny said. "What just happened?" There in the warm slimy dark he pushed against the fleshy walls, but they were too slippery to get any purchase. He didn't know where he was. Up her ass somehow? Pushed into her womb? Delivered to her stomach by some bizarre internal connection?
The faintest light made it through the surrounding flesh and fur, revealing the slimy pink walls with the shadows of veins. Thick droplets of fluid trickled slowly down toward the bottom of the stomach - for lack of a sure term for it he'd go with that - where already a sizable quantity had accumulated. A growing tingle everywhere it touched him was growing into genuine pain as the seconds ticked by. And it wasn't just where he lay submerged in it that he hurt. The walls pressing in from all sides we coated with it and now he was too. It burned worst on his pink nosepad and lips but that was just the start.
He was in a stomach, modified womb, whatever - what mattered was he was in a place that would digest food. And as far as it was concerned a bunny half the size of the skunkette was food. All around him the skunkette's pulse throbbed through the flesh and a slowly growing gurgle told him that her body was turning its resources toward digesting this morsel that suddenly found itself inside her.
"Hey!" He thrust his palms against the fleshy walls in an effort to wake her. He'd already found at least two, maybe three sphinctered-shut orifices but failed to pry them open with his slimy fingers. The only way he'd escape is if she coughed him up or spat him out through the same hole he came in. Failing that he was skunkette food. "Wake up!"
But the skunkette was a sound sleeper. She didn't stir when the muffled cries emerged from her fat middle, or when her swollen belly twitched and moved, or even when the tail burped up the air that went down with its meal. The air the bunny relied on for his very life escaped as a long belch that rustled the dense tailfur, and the struggle to escape or at least wake her exhausted him.
In the end he lay worn out, dripping with digestive juices and too weak to fight any more. There was barely a sip of air left and he sucked it in, smelling bile and wet bunny.
"I just wanted to hug it," he said, and then there was just the dark and the growing gurgle as the skunkette began to digest her meal.
Eventually, hours later, she woke. As she yawned and stretched on the picnic cloth she immediately sensed something was wrong. There was a weight in her middle that wasn't there before. And she smelled bunny.
"Oh, darn it all," she purred, and sat up with some effort. Sure enough a great lumpy bulge swelled out her middle. She pressed her pink fingerpads against the bulge and knew from experience that the slimy feel of shifting bunny meant it was much too late to cough him up. That feel meant he was already partially digested. The bones would take a while but his flesh was well on its way to being liquefied.
There was nothing for it now but to let her body finish the job. "Darn it," the skunkette grumbled, and shot her tail an accusing look. Ruefully she felt her hips, which already sported ample love handles.
"I hadn't even worked off the last one yet," she complained. She gave her tail a half serious slap, which simply sank into the soft fur. "I take my eye off you for one minute!"
Her tail did not react. It lay there as fluffy and harmless as it always was, except when it wasn't.