A Poets reward (Patreon)

It has been a while since Nova started to work on his career as a story author. Here on Vore Planet he was sure to reach the right audience, as his stories heavily centre around vore. “Alpha-males engaging in the act of consuming others”, as an expression of ultimate corporal sensation.
It did not take him long to reach a decent level of fame in the realms of Vore Planet. First he started off with small short stories, as the demand for new vore scenarios grew he did not hesitate to deliver longer, more engaging stories. No need to mention that his fan base grew.
The green furred Otter soon gathered a little group of people around him, who admired him and his alluring writings.
However, shadows lingered in between the pillars of light, which his career created. Many people in the richer suburbs had claimed that the stories Nova wrote had inspired a “serial vorer”. An alpha-male, a secret admirer of Nova´s writings. Who would, shortly after a new publishing, perform the exact vore-crimes which were performed by the main antagonist in Nova´s stories.
These claims were no more than pure rumours – of course.

It was a fact that people disappeared shortly after each of Nova writings had been published, but it is nature of the crime that bodies are never found… Nova was upset and worried about these public outrages around his stories. But never had they claimed more of his attention than any minor inconveniences would have.

He did not understand the fuss anyways. Sometimes he found himself dreaming of being visited by this particular “serial vorer” himself, one of these nights. After all he liked the scenarios of his stories and more so did he like dominant males. But he was also quite picky, hence he would never just give himself to just anyone.
Nova did not know that someone in his neighbourhood had contracted an assassin. Said assassin was contracted to simply “dispose” of this troublesome newcomer. Maybe another writer hired the assassin, maybe a worried citizen who believed in the rumours? Or maybe the whole neighbourhood put togeather the needed amount of gold to pay the assassin??? Thoughts Nova would never have.

It was this one night, just after Nova had published another one of his magnificent readings. It was a short but intense story. One about a young male fox who was carelessly ravaging the suburbs of a fine city and devouring people at his free delight. The story was nothing special to Nova, it was a quick idea, not knowing, that this time, it would be his call.

At night he could hear someone sneak into his dormitory. As the silken otter escaped the grasps of the strong intruder he managed to hide into the attic. However knowing that the assassin would quickly find a way into the room, the sly otter saw his only possibility to survive in shrinking himself.

So he did. The Otter shrunk himself to the size of a peanut and hid in one of the nearby clay jars. He was holding his breath as he heard how the intruder came into the attic-room. The steps of the Male sounded like a percussion. Nova felt like a tiny morsel, he was prey and he felt the terror of a prey. The confident predator seemed to have had profound knowledge of Nova´s house. As he slowly stepped closer towards the hideout of the poor otter. Then the vase broke and Nova´s whereabouts were uncovered. Blood was pulsing into his head, his heart was pounding louder as the arrogant laughing of the Macro. The little otter looked up and dared to peek at the superior male towering above him.
It was a Fox. A guys with a defined male shape. He was not dressed much. There was but a red loincloth. The rest Nova could see was fur, covering athletic muscles. What really intimidated the otter was the piercing, hungry look of the male though.

In shame Nova turned his look away. He was embarrassed, felt horribly exposed and helpless. So many times had he thought of a scenario like this. But in all these times the Alpha was a different guy and his position was not quite the same either.
“Don’t take it personally my friend!” The fox said in a calm and confident voice, almost in a charming way. The voice made Nova´s body literally vibrate. “I enjoyed your stories for quite a while but now I have to finish our beneficial friendship off. It´s not because I wanted it,… it´s because I got paid to do so!” The Fox moved his paw towards the red loincloth between his strong legs.
“W-WAIT!!! Who told you to do what exactly? Who are you and… what are you going to do?!” The otter screamed at the top of his lungs. He was terrified but also interested… even aroused and curious. But by all these mixed emotions within his chest, he was mostly embarrassed by the fact that his voice was nothing more as a high pitched squeak. Not only did his body but also his voice show how frightened and intimidated he was. However the fox was patient, he did not pay any heat to the otter´s uncertainty. Instead he silently continued, and kept his hungry eyes focused on the tiny otter´s body.

And he did what Nova did not dare to fear- did not ever dare to believe would come true. The fox casually lifted the loincloth to the side and exposed his massive foxhood.
Nova stopped to breathe for a second or … was it a minute, or an eternity? The Fox had just exposed his most sensitive and manly part to the otter, just in this most unfortunate situation. The fox was at least 50 times larger then the otter now and alone his member was massive enough to squish the otter into dust. The otters look tilted to the Fox´s perfectly shaped orbs. His ballsack looked so soft and covered in short silken fur, the skin was well visible underneath the short hair. The delicate and monstrous malehood was framed by 2 strong, athletic legs. As the otters look went up he saw the flat belly of the man… No this was not the time to drift off in sexual fantasies. This was about to become a real life experience, or even nightmare?!

Nova was not sure what to think or do, as he was helplessly watching the massive member lover closer towards him. As the enormous foxhood had finally reached his face he could inhale the musk, the moisture and heat of this man´ns genital. In a matter of moments the otter disappeared underneath a thick and massive, wrinkly and veiny foreskin. He was sucked into the ballsack of the assassin who was hired to “dispose” of him.

The fox decided to keep the otter inside of his sac for a while. The otter digested fast, really fast. But as a symbol of his appreciation for the many enjoyable stories that had inspired the fox to perform some really twisted vore adventures lately, he decided to not simply dump the otter. The fox was determined to “dispose” of the former poet into someone´s throat instead. That was the best he could do for his victim after all that happened!

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