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Eko

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(If you own this character i will IMMEDIATELY remove it upon request) Eko Was the one of the first oc's asaneman made and (i think) is the one that really kicked of his art career. This is his feral Verizon of him (Full pick and more is down in the Gallery tab below) This is a full remaster of eko indicated by the V2. And and will have 4 version's as of this update. his feral form (this one) feral form with musk. anthro form. and anthro form with musk

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Eko is a black kitsune that has been bruised by the fall of his village he protected. Now he protects his loved ones by giving comfort with his body that need love.

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Name: Eko Age: Unknown (appears mature) Race/Species: Kitsune (Black Fox Spirit)

Physical Appearance: Eko is a massive feral kitsune, standing on all fours with a powerful frame built for both stealth and sudden bursts of predatory action. His fur is predominantly dark gray, almost shadowy in dim light, giving him an ominous presence—though those who know him recognize his gentle nature beneath the intimidating exterior. Yellow markings streak upward from his brows, fox-like ears, resembling flickering flames. These same vivid yellow accents appear as a single bold stripe on each of his rounded buttocks, drawing attention to his most... expressive assets.

the fur on his paws, and the tip of his single, luxuriously thick tail are a softer, lighter gray—almost silver—creating subtle contrast at the tip ot the tail. The fur between his plush hindquarters grows a lighter gray too, almost downy where his heavy cheeks meet in a deep, shadowed crease.

Speaking of hindquarters—Eko’s posterior is impossible to ignore. After a particularly productive meal, his once-modest backside has swelled into two immense, jiggling orbs of fluff, each marked with that single yellow streak. They wobble with every step, their sheer mass occasionally brushing against the ground if he crouches too low. Between them, his tailhole—usually hidden—is a tight, hungry pucker buried in depths of fur, unseen unless he... flexes.

And then there’s the sack. Nestled snugly beneath his belly, his balls are absurdly overdeveloped—two beach ball-sized orbs of heat and weight, not even straining the limits of their fuzzy confines. They sway hypnotically with movement, their sheer size forcing his gait to widen slightly. The fur here is slightly thinner, the skin beneath is warm and squishy to the touch

His face is classic vulpine—sharp, intelligent, with yellow eyes that gleam in low light. His maw, when opened, reveals a deceptively stretchy throat, capable of gulping down prey whole with terrifying efficiency. Saliva often glistens on his lips, hinting at an appetite that never quite fades.

Despite his predatory build, there’s an undeniable softness to him—not just in his literal padding, but in the way his fur fluffs outward when relaxed, or how his belly (when filled) sways with each breath. He’s a contradiction: a guardian who looks like a glutton, a shadow that radiates warmth.

And if you’re very lucky (or unlucky), you might hear the gurgles. Deep, wet, and resonant—the sound of a stomach that never stays empty for long.

Personality:

Eko operates on a razor's edge between duty and indulgence. As a guardian spirit bound to protect Hythe, he approaches threats with calculated precision—assessing magic signatures, tracking intruders, and neutralizing dangers methodically. But beneath that professional exterior lies a creature of deep contradictions.

He’s stoic to a fault, rarely showing distress even when mid-meal with three squirming prey in his gut. Yet he’s not above muttering dry commentary to himself ("Hmm.. he wasn’t that bad…") or sighing at the inconvenience of extra weight. There’s a dark humor in how he treats predation like paperwork—another task to cross off his list.

His loyalty borders on obsessive. The moment foreign magic touches his territory, logic evaporates. He doesn’t negotiate; he consumes. Literally. But this fanaticism has cracks—like how he hesitates when prey like Kal willingly offer themselves, leaving him genuinely perplexed. Violence he understands. Consent? Unsettling.

Paradoxically, Eko has a soft spot for the vulnerable. After annihilating threats, he’ll patiently let villagers hug his fluff or rub his belly, even as his stomach gurgles with their would-be destroyers. He tolerates Lydia’s… enthusiasm for his post-meal physique because he recognizes her grief. Beneath the predator lies a kitsune who craves connection, even if he’d never admit it.

And then there’s the hedonist. The way he savors swallows, the shudder when a prey slides deep, the shameless moan when his tailhole clenches around Dusk(bad guy)—Eko enjoys his work. Power isn’t just duty; it’s pleasure. But he’ll blame that on "efficiency" if asked.

In short: A lethal guardian with the soul of a glutton, the patience of a saint, and the libido of a demon. All wrapped in fur soft enough to make you forget he’s digesting your enemies.

Eko was not born—he was forged.

The scattered records of Hythe’s oldest shrines whisper of a time when the celestial foxes grew weary of mortal suffering. They pooled their divine essence into a single vessel: a kitsune sculpted from shadow and starlight, dipped in the ink of oblivion and stitched together with threads of mischief. Eko was their answer—a guardian who would walk the line between predator and protector, his very existence a paradox.

His earliest memories are fractured—flashes of claws slick with blood, villages burning, and the weight of swallowed lives writhing in his gut. He doesn’t remember his first meal, only the aftermath: the way his fur darkened permanently, as if stained by the sins he devoured. The celestial foxes had designed him to cleanse evil, but they hadn’t accounted for the hunger.

For centuries, Eko wandered, a spectral executioner. Bandit kings vanished mid-sentence, their last sight the gleam of yellow markings in the dark. Demonic incursions ended with entire hordes crammed down his throat, their struggles muffled by the gurgling depths of his stomach. He was feared, revered, and eventually… forgotten.

Hythe found him by accident.

A farming village on the brink of collapse, Hythe had nothing to offer but desperation. When the dragoness Vex’thra descended, reducing their granaries to cinders and their elders to ash, they prayed to gods who never answered. Eko arrived not as a savior, but as a shadow slipping between the flames. He didn’t speak—just ate.

By sunrise, Vex’thra was a bulge in his belly, her furious thrashing reduced to faint whimpers beneath layers of fat. The villagers stared at his swollen form, unsure whether to thank him or flee. Eko merely licked his chops, yawned, and curled up in the ruins to nap.

Hythe, in its pragmatic terror, decided to keep him.

Now, Eko lingers on the village outskirts, a drowsy sentinel who dozes in the sun until foreign magic prickles his senses. He is neither kind nor cruel—just thorough. His methods are visceral, his morality a sliding scale measured in gulps. To Hythe, he is a blunt instrument. To invaders, he is the last thing they’ll ever see: a maw unhinging, a throat stretching, and then—darkness.

(And if he occasionally snacks on the odd bandit or two between crises? Well. A guardian’s gotta eat.)

types of vore thay do

Soft vore - In soft vore, prey is consumed alive and whole — though not always willingly — and are often unharmed before reaching the stomach, where digestion, asphyxiaton, transformation or simple captivity may await. Soft vore is often regarded as sensual and sexually-oriented due to its largely non-violent nature. Some vorarephiles derive pleasure from watching animals like snakes eat other animals, as they usually swallow their prey whole, a major element in soft vore.

Sometimes the prey simply being in the predator's mouth, often with implied intent to eat but without actually being swallowed is considered soft vore. the prey is likely to comment on the pred's breath upon exiting the mouth.

Cock vore (or male genital vore) - Cock vore refers to being consumed by the penis. Prey enters the urethral opening at the top of the penis, after which they are pulled down the urethra to the predator's scrotum, in which prey are taken to the prostate for conversion into semen, or to the bladder for storage or digestion.

Anal vore (his fav) - Anal vore is the consumption the character via anus or tail hole,. The prey is typically drawn through the digestive tract to the stomach where they are digested in a normal fashion. Conversely, prey may simply remain in the predator's rectum for a time.

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