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This is your warning~.

See through the eyes of Abana, a diamond dog who, during hard times, were smitten by a sight most taboo. However, are these feelings her lust, or hunger?

I wrote this story as part of the Lustful Lent Vore Artpack.

This is the first story in the "Trapped in a Facet" series.
The second entry can be found here:
Come back next Filthy Friday for the release.
1st: you are here.

Proofreader for this story was The Vermanator, on Eka's portal.

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(Character Quote: "Yeah, I wouldn't, worry about it." -Abana )

(Quick guide:

Poor situation going worse, heading off to dig, stumbling upon the seed of a desire.

After 1st: Growing more oblivious by the day, sneaking glances off the surface, diamond dog discussion.

After 2nd: Fancy pony swayig her butt seductively. Regular life turning more grey. Desire building.

After 3rd: Last glimmer of joy, feeling meaningless. Desire outweighing sense. Going past the breaking point... )

(Legend:

Cent: Short term for centimetre.
Deci: Short term for decimetre.
Chronicle: A series of stories conneted but not sequential. Ongoing stories without regular updates. Rapacitor: A predator who eats for the sake of greed and gluttony.)

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[Story preview:

Scores of upturned dirt flung asunder, pawfuls gouged from the walls, then packed back into the walls of the tunnel for support, claws elongating to gauge the solidity of the sediments, avoiding hard root networks of vegetation and mountains alike. Your path trended downwards, so as to cover more ground with Yutu handling top. It was similar to how the ancestors had built, each little scrape of Ziggy's claws matched by a platoon of diggers, carving out grand pathways past the depths of the earth. It must have taken a lot of effort to feed all those dogs, something the legends didn't go to deep into. Thoughts crept towards gems, sweet citrine crumbling to a candied powder in your jaws, jade filling out your gullet, amber melting to a syrup on your tongue. It took some doing shaking off those thoughts, especially when the whole reason you were digging was to find those succulent, crunchy… -Chwfrkkf- A crumble of soil ground above.

Continued in the story above.]

Unwilling 2nd-Person Same-Size Non-Fatal Feral Female Original-Character Feral-Pred My-Little-Pony guilty taunting Macy-Tails Abana Diamond-Dog Digging Gem Desire Fasting Hunger Oblivious-Teasing Reluctant Soft-Vore Oral-Vore Female-Pred Butt-First