Making a Vorno (Anthology Preview
The first page of my own entry for the vore anthology I'm organizing. See the complete story and many more in the complete volume, coming 2021.
For more details on the anthology see: https://www.furaffinity.net/journal/9566662/
"And we're on in 10, 9, 8..." Mary tried to focus her attention on the prop papers arranged on the desk in front of her rather than looking around the fake lecture hall set around her. So similar to the halls where the mouse had racked up so much debt, save for the green curtains where two walls should be. "5, 4, 3..." Before her stood a voluptuous vixen dressed in an academic-looking sweater vest and grey skirt, leaning over a desk with her ample backside turned towards the camera. She was made up to look like a sexual fantasy of a college professor, pity Mary hadn't had her as a real teacher. "1, action!"
At the director's shout Mary began shuffling through her papers while her co-star slowly lifted one sheet and turned to face her, giving the camera a prime view of her generously endowed bosom as he adjusted a pair of old-fashioned pince-nez lenses perched on her muzzle. "Ms. Swallow," she said, and May had to hold herself back from groaning at the corny name. "Do you know why I asked you to stay behind?"
Mary shrugged sheepishly and crossed her legs in a way intended to lift her pleated skirt and expose a glimpse of her white-furred buttock. "I don't know, Professor Firecheeks, why?" The vixen's real name was Rebecca something-that-probably-wasn't-Firecheeks, but whatever. She was already getting impatient for the dialogue to end and the fun part to begin.
"I'm afraid your grades aren't keeping up with the rest of the class." The fox explained as she advanced on Mary, heels clicking on the linoleum floor. "If you don't stop partying late nights and start studying, I'm afraid I'll have to fail you."
"Can't we come to some sort of an arrangement?" Mary hoped she was remembering the lines right as she reached down between her crossed legs to lift her skirt away from her crotch. She wasn't wearing panties.
"Firecheeks" momentarily looked taken aback, then she gathered herself and strode closer to Mary's desk. Leaning over with an accusatory glare straight into the mouse's eyes she inquired, "Ms. Swallow. Are you attempting to bribe me with sexual favors?"
Mary was genuinely caught off guard for a moment. For some reason she'd expected the fox to be sticking her snout between her legs by now, not in her face. Though, she had to admit the sight of a hot predator looming over her, exhaling steamy meat-scented breath directly into her nostrils, was starting to excite her. "And just what if I am?" She managed with feigned coyness.
The vixen sighed heavily, plucked her glasses from her muzzle and set them on another desk, then gave her answer. "Then I'm afraid the only passing you'll do is through my alimentary canal."
Mary stared blankly in confusion. She didn't remember seeing that line in the script. Her question as to what an alimentary canal was got answered, to her horror, when "Firecheeks" grabbed both her arms forcefully and opened her jaws impossibly wide. Before the hapless rodent could voice any objections she was lifted from her seat with enough force to knock off one of her sandals, her head drawn straight into the fox's waiting maw.