{Story} Mammoth Unbirth [unbirth] [female animal pred] [masc prey] [cave paintings]
The young historian struggled as he rapidly took notes. His hand writing became hardly legible as he scribbled faster than previously seen. The late twenties man felt his heart race and member grow as he studied the cave paintings. Jean Macrome stood inside a cold, damp cave. The French government had sanctioned him to study cave drawings recently discovered in Southern France. Outside of a tourist who stumbled across the cave, he had been the first one to truly enter it. He was tasked with this achievement by the French government’s cultural department to do an initial chart and documentation.
What no one expected however, was the lewdity of these drawings. The drawings were explicit and graphic depictions of vore and sex. Jean struggled to keep his libido down as he marked down his notes when he came across a pattern of drawings. The pattern was long, taking up a larger section of the cave wall. The story told by these individual drawings were translated as such.
“A group of hunters struggled in the harsh cold of the stone age era. Their spears fierce and sharp, yet none as strong as their leader. A burly man of his late twenties, a man who commanded his tribe with honor and respect. He stood tall among his clan of hunters. He fought tigers and mammoths with might nearly equal to theirs.
He commanded his troops to many successful hunts. This leader was a scourge to any prey that came across him. Though to his tribe, he was the noblest of men. He had a wife, the most gorgeous woman of the tribe. The carvings show that she was pregnant when the tribe leader went out with a small hunting party to bring down a large Mammoth.
The mammoth was drawn to be far larger than any that had been previously seen. The men trekked several miles to find this behemoth. However, a large snow storm struck the men, causing them to disperse and leave their leader behind.
The man became weak in the snow. He became cold and frostbitten, losing their spear in the storm. Facing near death, the man dragged himself into a cave. Once inside, the man pressed himself into the frozen rock and prepared for death.
Unbeknownst to the man, the Mammoth had entered the cave as well.
Without the man’s trusty spear, he had resigned himself to death. What was not known, this beast had unsatiated cravings of lust. It had been rubbing itself extensively against the cave walls. This ferocious creature was hungry, wild in lust. The leader, the man of great strength, was quickly enveloped by the beast's great and giant, wet sex. The man struggled against the hairy, musty membrane. The hot, sticky slime slipped over him. The man tried to push back before realizing a harsh truth, he was warm.
As the beast pushed itself against him, he closed his eyes and allowed the beast to slide him further inside her. The drawings depicted the man sliding into a slick, tight tube canal. The man’s loose clothes slipped off himself as he entered her birth canal. He became erect inside her, a naked man entering through her vaginal walls. The hot, tight walls stuck to him, rubbing his whole body. Every nerve exciting and tensed as her all encompassing touch. On the outside, the beast loudly blew her hairy trumpet as the man entered further inside her. She came as he did, two beasts in a deep, passionate love. The man was pushed through her birth canal and into her expansive womb.
His weight did nothing to drag her massive form down. The drawings showed no growth in her sections, his entire form added nothing to her outside appearance. He laid out, his body completely stretched out. The space resembled an inclosed hammock. The intense, squishy softness of her womb enclosed him. The interior liquids were up to his chest. The liquid appeared to be hot and relaxing, like a hot spring.
The drawings depicted the scene of him inside the beast more than not. It showed him jerking off ferociously inside her. The beast outside continued to rub herself against the cave walls. As he was stored inside her, the man appeared to have an umbilical cord attached to himself.
The wall continued, showing the Mammoth moving to different biomes. As she did, the man remained inside her. He appeared to be alive. The art of him shows continued jerking off and the umbilical cord. Her body was keeping his alive.”
Jean stopped what he was doing and walked outside the cave, struggling to not relieve himself of his current urges. The man would have to venture into the cave again soon, these drawings were continuous, he had likely not scratched the surface of what he might find.
Author's note: Hey everyone!!! I recently got back into writing and wanted to add more vore literature to this subreddit. I previously wrote on the unbirth subreddit a year ago as well as on DA but then DA got really weird with AI so I stopped writing for a while. Hope to be more consistent now on just reddit. I have a lot of stories written out now and fairly soon I'll keep to at least one per week.