#foxyvore

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What do you think the g.lamrocks their preffered vore-methods are?

Oh, fun question! Time for HC stuff! Might just delve into my characterization for everyone as a whole since I have the opportunity here.

F.reddy: I think he's pretty basic, honestly. He likes OV the most, but being super popular and the star of the show here, he'll basically do whatever's asked of him by his fans (or B.onnie). Though...I think he also really likes how CV feels but he would literally never admit that out loud to anyone. I also think he's a super reluctant predator. Dude's way too much of a softie and very easily flustered, but y'know, the stomach wants what the stomach wants. So he'll eat people but don't expect him to be super open and proud about it. He tends to hide away once he's stuffed himself for some privacy.

M.onty: You could consider him an all-arounder. He cares less about how he eats someone and more about actually doing the eating. Though I do think he'd lean a bit more on pec/pit stuff to get bigger and stronger. Anyhow, he's basically the opposite of F.reddy in regards to eating people. He loves doing it, and he especially loves showing it off to others. It's all about the dominance for him, baby! Also very willing to go all out on mass vore and loves inflicting some gut crush/instant digestion on others.

B.onnie: Also pretty much up for anything, but I think he really likes having something that bulges and can be thrown around--so OV, AV, and CV. He's also a show-off like M.onty, but instead of abrasive superiority, B.onnie is the type to tease and draw attention. Loves getting to eat someone and then use that to fluster someone else. So he works very well with observers.

F.oxy: Very OV and CV focused, and maybe Pec/Pit if he starts feeling insecure about his size (since I like to imagine him being the smallest of the gang). F.oxy's a moron with a biiiig mouth, endlessly talks himself up with increasingly grand and fantastical stories about his various escapades. So when he's doing this around the others, he often gets called out and ends up talking himself into having to prove whatever he's claiming. So he ends up making an ass of himself with a lot of his eating being him trying to prove a point.

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How about f.oxy eating all the other g.lamrock animatronic, c.ock v.ore p.ec v.ore and maybe some ctf?

That’s one for everybody, so works for me! But also wuh-oh, another long one because I gotta spend time injecting all of my headcanons into the story as well.

“Yaaaargh...” F.oxy is grumbling to himself as he paces back and forth in his room. The pirate can’t believe what he’s heard recently--replacing him? Him? Sure, it was just some whispered mutters from technicians while he was getting his last check up, but that doesn’t mean he’s okay with it! Even the fact that the rumor exists is a problem. He needs to figure out some way to prevent that from happening. But how...

A few thoughtful taps of his hook against his chin and F.oxy pauses. A toothy grin curls onto his muzzle. Now there’s an idea. They can’t replace him if they still need him. And they’ll need him if, say, something has happened to the other members of the band. But it can’t just be an accident that can be easily repaired. He’s gotta make sure they’re out for a while to ensure that everyone remembers how to appreciate F.oxy! So...best do something about that...

Leaving his room, F.oxy is on the prowl. He knows where one of them is at least, and heading to the golf course, he finds the gator in question. M.onty is lumbering around, likely on the prowl for anyone who has a particularly terrible handle of mini-golf. Well, F.oxy is going to be their savior! Like the knight slaying the dragon...except he’s a pirate and this is a gator.

“Yar, M.ontgomery!” F.oxy waves his hooked hand as he approaches the gator. F.oxy is tall, like all the animatronics, but he’s...also the shortest. So M.onty basically towers over him, tipping his head down to glare over his sunglasses at the pirate. “I have somethin’ important to tell ye,” F.oxy goes on, gesturing for M.onty to lean down. “Gotta keep it under wraps.”

M.onty lets out an annoyed grunt, glancing around a bit--either to see if anyone is listening or just to make sure there’s no prey, F.oxy can’t tell which. “Make it quick, furball. I’m busy here.” He squats down, coming in close for F.oxy to whisper to him.

F.oxy can’t help the toothy grin that curls onto his muzzle again as he says “I’m gonna turn ya into pec meat.” And then he shoves down hard on the back of M.onty’s head. The gator tries to make a sound, but his muzzle smooshes right into the furry chest of the fox, and then sinks right into it. A deep huff escapes F.oxy as he feels the space between his pecs filling up, M.onty’s head getting shoved neatly inside.

M.onty’s muffled roaring making F.oxy’s entire chest vibrate, and strong, clawed hands begin to shove hard on his chest. For a moment, F.oxy is actually worried M.onty will pull himself out, and he knows that those jaws will be impossible to escape once they come for him. But M.onty makes a mistake as he wedges his fingers between F.oxy’s pecs in some effort to pry them apart. So all the pirate has to do is flex his chest and he’s sucked both hands in with a pleased sigh.

F.oxy keeps flexing his chest, grunting and huffing as he works on packing his fellow bandmate away. M.onty’s broad shoulders manage to squeeze in, and then his own impressive chest is disappearing. His abs go in next, and it’s starting to lift M.onty off the ground. His legs kick around wildly and his tail thrashes back and forth. But they’re sinking into his chest with each flex as well, making it bulge out more and more.

Finally, F.oxy just has a pair of kicking feet and a tail tip poking out between his pecs. He doesn't even need a flex now. They sink in all on their own, disappearing from the world and sealing M.onty away in the pirate’s chest. It’s bulging out heavily before him, bouncing around as the gator thrashes inside. Bulges stretch out his muscles, claws and a roaring face pushing up over and over.

“Mmm...” F.oxy looks down at his chest smugly, pushing down gently with his good hand every so often. It gets another muffled roar out of M.onty and some more thrashing. It’s making his chest flex involuntarily, trying to do something about the heavy, lively meat inside. “I gotta say, ye might have convinced me that gator meat is good. Gonna have to add it to me diet!” F.oxy laughs while another muffled roar barely escapes his pecs. “Now then...let’s see if bunny and bear are just as good.” F.oxy leaves the golf course, starting to flex his pecs tightly as he returns to the hunt.

People definitely notice the pirate walking around--he’s not really trying to be sneaky. So they also notice the roaring, squirming bulge of M.onty in his chest. F.oxy’s ears flicker around as he hears just about everyone muttering about it soon. Is it a new show? Is M.onty getting replaced? Maybe F.oxy is getting a bigger role? It makes the pirate grin wide and flex his chest tightly. He hears a muffled crack inside and it gets M.onty to roar again. “Aargh, it sounds like me plan is as genius as I thought. Best put ye in yer proper place then.”

Each flex is earning a crunch and a snap now, his pecs starting to shrink down. M.onty’s powerful body has been packed into too tight a space, and all the flexing before has tenderized it. And now the gator is starting to actually compact down, his body bending under the increasing pressure of F.oxy’s chest. His body is body and mashed and pumped away, adding to F.oxy’s own.

The fox’s muscles are starting to grow outward, getting thicker and stronger. He always had a muscular build, but only a slight one. Now they’re becoming more prominent, arms swelling and chest getting thicker. His abs grow more defined and his legs get stronger. F.oxy is even getting a bit taller, his entire body growing off of the mass he’s siphoning from M.onty. The thrashing goes weaker over time, the bulges stretching out less with each tight flex that mashes more of M.onty down into mass. His roaring is growing softer, starting to sound more like weak groaning and even whimpers. And then, finally, it all stops with a final flex that gets a deep sigh out of F.oxy.

B.onnie Bowl is the next destination. Specifically, the small, private dressing room in the back that B.onnie likes to hang out in when he wants to be somewhere private. The rabbit is plucking at guitar strings, working on tuning it. The sound leads F.oxy right to him, and he looks up when he hears the pirate enter. “Oh, hey, didja need--woah...F.oxy?”

“Aye, that be me,” F.oxy says with a big grin. He’s nearly as tall as M.onty used to be, his normally large and baggy coat now much more form fitting. Letting it always hang open really shows off his newly defined torso, especially those much bigger slabs he has for pecs. They bounce slightly with a few lazy flexes, pumping the last bits of M.onty away.

“Well...wow, man. They give you some kinda fancy upgrade?” B.onnie turns to fully face F.oxy, setting his guitar aside. He’s not very subtle in the way that he’s looking the pirate over. It just makes F.oxy chuckle to himself.

“Somethin’ like that. I just came by ‘cause I could use another.” F.oxy lazily scratches at his chest. Something’s tickling him a bit. Must be something that got caught while he was mulching M.onty down.

B.onnie tilts his head slightly as he watches F.oxy walk closer. “Whaddya mean?” He looks down slightly as he notices something green flaking from F.oxy’s chest while he itches himself. Are those scales..? F.oxy’s hook digs slightly between his pecs and pulls something out. A pair of cracked, star-shaped sunglasses. B.onnie’s eyes widen slightly. “Aren’t those--MMPPH?!”

F.oxy groans out deeply, tongue lolling out as he plants his hand on the back of B.onnie’s head and pushes. His cock greedily accepts the whole thing, going down to the rabbit’s shoulders. He lazily flicks his hook, tossing the sunglasses aside. “I got bigger everywhere but down there. I’m sure ye can help with that li’l ‘upgrade’ just like M.ontgomery did.”

B.onnie frantically tries to pull himself away, but F.oxy thrusts his hips forward, shoving himself down the rabbit’s shoulders and chest. Another pleased groan rumbles up from the fox’s chest and he closes his eyes. Every thrust of his hips allows his cock to swallow up more of B.onnie, dragging the rabbit up and out of his chair. His legs kick and twitch around in the air, pre helping to grease the rabbit up for his decent.

F.oxy huffs and makes his cock bounce, letting it smack into his stomach. It sends B.onnie’s legs flopping up into the air as well, and then just as quickly slurping down his member. The fox’s cock drops back down, now up to B.onnie’s ankles. Another bounce, and B.onnie slurps down, the bulge in F.oxy’s cock traveling down and dropping into his rapidly bloating balls.

“Aaargh...now that’s more like it,” F.oxy huffs out. His nuts are hanging down to his ankles, tightly wrapped around B.onnie’s frame. The rabbit shifts and wiggles about, still too confused and shocked to properly attempt a struggle. Not that it would save him. “It’s not often that I get to send someone to a salty seabed, but this will have to do. I promise that me cock is just as unforgiving as a turbulent sea.” As if to prove his point, a wet sloshing sound echoes from F.oxy’s nuts as they shift heavily, B.onnie already starting to melt into a boiling load.

“F...F.oxy, this ain’t funny!” B.onnie squeaks out. “What’s F.reddy gonna do when he notices M.onty and I are gone, huh?!”

“Oh, I plan on visitin’ the Cap'n here soon,” F.oxy reassures, already starting to walk off. “And he’ll be providin’ me last upgrade. No one will want to replace me then...”

“What? Replace you? F.oxy, no one is going to--” B.onnie’s voice is pretty easily drowned out by the oncoming sloshing and churning and bubbling that comes from F.oxy walking around with such a heavy sack. The rabbit is finally starting to kick and wiggle around, not that it’s doing anything beyond keeping F.oxy’s cock hard and dripping. It’s perfect for his next plan.

All the while, B.onnie’s confines continue to grow warmer and muskier. The cum around him is starting to grow in volume, and he’s far too aware that it’s not all just from the fox. His blue fur is washing out, losing its color, and a tingling numbness is starting to spread along his body. He tries to call out for F.oxy to let him go--or for someone to help him. But even he can barely hear himself over the sounds of the churning nuts, and he keeps sputtering up cum that splashes into his open mouth.

When the numb sensation is spreading up his legs at an alarming rate, and through his hands, B.onnie starts to realize it’s too late. He winds up splashing backwards, going limp with a tired sigh. His ears are drooping too much to be solid, and his body is growing heavier and harder to move. The cum continues to boil and rise around him, and as it goes over his head, he can only hope that F.reddy will be alright.

By the time F.oxy arrives at the underground stage area, his nuts are rounded out completely and looking smaller. Still large, of course, drooping down to his knees, but there’s not much left that’d be recognizable as B.onnie. It’s just boiling cum and likely a much heftier sack. The need for release is getting more intense, and thankfully, his release of choice is leaning over right now as he tries to untangle some wires on the stage.

F.reddy lets out a surprised yelp and perks up when he feels a drooling cock push into his furry rump. He looks over his shoulder, blushing dark as he sees a grinning F.oxy looming over him. “F-F.oxy! Goodness, you scared me. Do you...mmnn...need some relief that badly?” Ever since they’d gotten those more adult upgrades, casually using one another for stress relief has become a regular part of their routines.

“Balls are bluer than the shining sea, Cap'n,” F.oxy says with a huff. Maybe as blue as a melted rabbit, even. F.oxy starts to lazily rock his hips, thrusting into F.reddy’s ass over and over. The pirate does contemplate for a moment that he’ll be out of ass to enjoy after this...but once he’s done, who would even be able to resist the advances of the improved fox? So he starts to thrust a bit faster.

F.reddy moans out, bracing himself on the floor. “I-I can tell...” F.oxy’s nuts are sloshing thickly with each roll of his hips and F.reddy can feel them slamming into the back of his thighs every time F.oxy thrusts into him. “Did you...get a bit carried away with your pirate roleplay again..?” It’s not the first time F.oxy has had such a heavy set of nuts when he likes to swing around on his ropes and snatch up customers.

“Nah, gotta li’l carried away with...a certain rabbit.” F.oxy grunts as he forces his full length into F.reddy, planting his hand down on the bear’s hip to hold him steady. He can already tell it’s working. His thrusting continues, but he’s not pulling out, instead making F.reddy’s entire body rock back and forth.

“H-Huh? Rabbit..?” F.reddy huffs and moans, feeling a very intense warmth starting to spread through him. “B...B.onnie..?” F.reddy is finding it a little difficult to think. He knows that there’s a connection he’s not making here, something that should be important.

“Mhmm~” F.oxy runs his hand along F.reddy’s side and shivers. He can feel his own hand now, and F.reddy’s body is growing warm. The legs that F.oxy’s massive nuts are sitting on no longer separate from him. They’re stuck together, and to his sack, and they’re starting to melt down into the same thing. “B.onnie and M.ontgomery...helped me with some new upgrades, just to make sure that no cowardly landlubbers got any funny ideas about me. And now, Cap'n, ye are gonna help, too.”

“H...Help...” F.reddy’s mind is growing fuzzier. The warmth spreading through his body is nice, comforting. He tries to move a bit but he finds it really difficult. He can’t curl his toes anymore, and his arms moved at some point, held down at his sides. He pants softly, something thick and salty starting to dribble from his maw. It’s not drool, it’s...

F.oxy rubs over his shaft, panting and thrusting against his own hand. F.reddy’s entire lower body is gone, mostly reduced to mass on F.oxy’s sack. His arms meld down with the rest of his body, leaving him as just a torso and head. But even that shape is changing, vein stretching up and his entire form changing to that of F.oxy’s cock. “That’s right, Cap'n. Yer helpin’ me...just give in...”

Only thick gurgles come from F.reddy, cum practically gushing out of his maw. It’s starting to shoot slightly, small ropes splattering over the stage. F.reddy’s mind is fading faster and faster. His vision grows dark around the edges, and that darkness is closing in fast. There’s a few more gurgles that might have been an effort to talk, but they stop. F.oxy can feel F.reddy’s mind completely break apart, just adding to his load, and the pirate finally roars out as he cums.

Cum splatters around the stage in a torrent, each rope shooting off a gallon of fresh fox seed. B.onnie, as well as whatever parts of F.reddy were unneeded, are painting the stage and the equipment on it. The walls and high ceiling of the underground section get splattered with white as well. And with each heavy fire of cum, F.oxy’s cock shrinks down a bit.

After several minutes straight of the biggest orgasm of his life, F.oxy flops onto his back with a deep huff. He’s sweaty now, his chest rising and falling as he takes heavy, labored breaths. Between his legs, his new cock dribbles a bit more cum onto the floor. It’s nearly a ten inches soft and thick enough that not even two hands could fully wrap around it. It’s colors have changed slightly, taking on a soft brown with a blue lightning bolt down the top half of it. Under that is a set of nuts as large as two grapefruit, far bigger than they’d ever been before.

By the time F.oxy gets back to his own room, it’s nearly an hour later, and he’s still tired. He stinks of musk and sex, and he finds that none of his normally baggy pants fit over his muscular thighs and ass, or his bulging cock. So he gives up on that and flops back onto his couch with a deep sigh. He’s certain now that they’ll never want to replace him. In fact, they’ll come crawling to him, begging for F.oxy to be the star of the show while they scramble to find some way to handle the sudden loss of most of their talent.

A grin crosses F.oxy’s face again. He runs a hand along his pecs slowly, down his abs, and lazily gropes over his cock and sack. He connects himself to the comms system and gets in contact with Parts and Service. “Aargh...it would seem that me bandmates have taken on an early retirement. I’ll be down soon to show ye all where they’ve settled. Then...we can talk about who is getting ‘replaced’.” He disconnects with a chuckle and lazily rubs his cock some more, feeling it chub up. Maybe just a quickie...he has a new body to enjoy, might as well enjoy it.

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