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Clara the giraffe, newfound master magus, has recently come into possession of phenomenal magic powers. Yet her ambitions are petty and few. For, even with all the power in the world, all she has deigned to do with them is trivialize her household chores. That and tease, transform, and taste test her crush.
Just look at the tags/keywords. You know good and gosh darn well what you're getting yourself into.
This came about mostly as a result of experimenting and indulging myself to see if I can do any justice to this kind of content. Hope you enjoy!
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Candied Crush
By: RaddaRaem
“...Pastrymancy, huh? That's what you called me over for?”
“What? Never heard of it?”
Eneko incredulously arched his brows.
“I'll have you know it's a legitimate school of magic!” Clara retorted.
“Uh huh,” the maned wolf playfully grunted.
Clara scrunched her lips and gestured at herself. At the sapphire glow that adorned her keratin fingertips. At how her eyes positively sparkled with channeled aether. At the otherworldly luminescence that radiated from the giraffe's wild mane of hair.
Eneko clicked his tongue as he leaned back into and hopped up onto Clara's counter. She had but recently, if not accidentally, come into possession of phenomenal magical powers. And yet... in the weeks since then nothing had fundamentally changed.
“Yes, Clara, I've noticed! It's really hard not to!” Eneko replied. The giraffe's kitchen, cozy by her standards, yet claustrophobic by Eneko's own, hummed with activity. He gestured right back at the countless kitchen utensils moving of their own accord. At the whisks whipping up bowls of batter. At the spoons stirring simmering pots of caramel over a low gas flame. At the oven mitts longingly brushing their mitteny fingers against the glass oven door within which a cornucopia of culinary delights baked away. “I'm not saying it's NOT magic. It quite obviously is! Just, you know, there are better names, and uses, for it.”
“It's my magic and I'll call it what I want to!” Clara tutted with her snoot turned up. Advancing into the kitchen, which was more of an appliance packed hallway than anything else, her thighs brushed up against and pinned Eneko's legs against the granite they dangled over. Shy smiles crept up along both their lips. “And what's wrong with the way I'm using it?” she hummed.
“Nothing!” Eneko laughed as he squeezed her hands between his own. He honestly couldn't help but question how, or even if, Clara intended to apply her newfound powers to anything beyond simple household chores. Not that he minded. The fact she remained so grounded endeared her to him all the more. Eneko smirked as he continued to indulge their playful banter. “It's just that, I don't know, these nigh incomprehensible powers of yours could amount to something more than an extra pair of hands in the kitchen.”
“Oh so that's what it is! You're disappointed I haven't let it go to my head,” Clara snorted.
“That's not what I said,” Eneko bashfully mumbled. “Look, I'll be cute and play along. How's that?” The maned wolf cleared his throat and prepared to start his inquiry anew.
Clara closed her eyes and stroked at her chin as she lost herself in thought. “I suppose...” she trailed off. The giraffe's eyes snapped open as she flashed a grin. “So! Which of your burning questions should I answer first? Shall I regale you with the history of Pastrymancy? Its uses and applications? Or perhaps maybe, just maybe, I could do you a solid and introduce you to its fabled founder,” Clara cooed as she tossed back her glowing blue mane of hair.
“...It's you isn't it?”
“You said you were gonna play along,” Clara raspberried in response. Snrrks and stifled giggles echoed throughout the giraffe's apartment.
“Seriously though,” Eneko asked as he nudged at her shoulder.
“I am serious!” Clara nudged right back. “I finally found my niche! That and real talk. All of this? This right here is run of the mill Conjuration magic.”
“I knew it.”
Clara shooshed him with a gentle bap on his snout. “Now if you want to see some proper Pastrymancy... I'd be happy to oblige.”
“Proper Pastrymancy huh?” Eneko asked as Clara came to rest her hands on his thighs.
The giraffe simply nodded as she leaned in close. “I think you'll like it,” she all but whispered while she nipped at his ear. “I know I will.”
Eneko's mind wandered as thoughts and preconceived notions of stuffing himself chubby tired with artery clogging confections filled his noggin. He could think of worse ways to spend the evening with his crush. “Hit me.”
Clara's eyes, half-lidded, peered deeply into Eneko's own as her fingers danced at his sides and kneaded at his furred flesh.
The effects were immediate. Pressure, painful and overbearing, crashed down upon the maned wolf's skull. Peepers clenched shut, sapphire wisps of energy began to trail out from the sides of his eyelids as Eneko grunted and clutched at his head. “C-clara?” Eneko worriedly asked. His voice, suddenly dry and raspy, failed him as his vocal chords shriveled and contracted.
“Now how's the best way to go about explaining this...” Clara hummed as she stepped away from the counter.
Eneko's lips flapped yet not so much as a single syllable tumbled free. Even the attempt to speak became too much to manage as the maned wolf's jaw locked up. His eyes panickledy swiveled in his sockets as he reached out to Clara only for his outstretched limbs to follow suit. They froze in place, cracked and motionless, as the whole of the maned wolf's body went rigid.
“So,” the giraffe started as she steepled her fingers together. “The School of Pastrymancy isn't about controlling confectionaries so much as it is... creating them. About kneading and shaping and molding them.”
Unable to vocalize his discomfort, Eneko could do little more than silently bear the disorienting waves of pressure that threatened to swallow him whole. There was the suffocating sensation of his clothing, damp and sticky, clinging to him like a second skin. Which was promptly crowded out by the pronounced pops of his shoulder sockets as his arms were forced out to his sides. All of which paled in comparison to the feeling of his snout being pressed in, crumpling in against his skull, as it and the rest of his body were forcefully flattened. His back against the counter, Eneko wearily blinked as the pain and pressure that had occupied his every thought threatened to became too much to bear.
Until it wasn't.
For just as abruptly as it arrived the displeasure parted. Left in its place was a fiery warmth, soothing and strong, that slowly came to fill Eneko's chest. As the maned wolf steadied his breathing, his tensed muscles melting into doughy putty with every inhale and exhale, a symphony of scents flushed his nostrils. Cinnamon, vanilla, nutmeg, and ginger were but a few of the scintillating spices that Eneko recognized. The instant his olfactory senses found themselves overwhelmed and drowned in delights his ears fwipped to attention and drank in the auditory ambiance. They strained themselves to register the difference between the hiss of grains of salt and sugar grinding each other versus the hiss of batter. Though it all Eneko's body felt... light. At ease. For with every breath he felt himself sinking deeper and deeper into that intoxicating warmth which spanned from the tips of his toes to his every extremity.
“Look at youuuuuuu!” Clara beamed as she cupped her hands against her cheeks.
CLICK CLICK CLICK
Sudden and repeated flashes of light left Eneko's eyes dazed and bleary.
“Sorry,” Clara giggled as she noisily papped at her phone. “Couldn't resist.”
Shaken from his stupor Eneko tried, and failed, to protest. So at ease was he, his muscles so thoroughly massaged into pliant dough, that his body could not muster up the effort for even the simplest of actions. His lips refused to part. Even his neck refused to crane. Lurching from one thought to another, the dots that clouded his vision finally beginning to fade, Eneko finally, properly, took stock of his surroundings. The maned wolf's eyes wearily adjusted to the glower of the artificial sun that was Clara's kitchen light. He knew she was a stickler for raised ceilings, for fairly obvious reasons, but he never recalled them soaring to such lofty heights before...
“Soooooooooooo,” Clara asked with barely concealed glee as she held her phone out before her. “Whatcha think?”
An obelisk of plastic, embedded with a billboard sized piece of glass, hovered above Eneko. Squinting, the maned wolf struggled to make sense of the pictures cycling on screen. It was... him. Or at least a gingerbread approximation of himself! Snow white icing dotted the ears and neckline whereas buttercream frosting coated the confectionary's legs. It was a perfect, if not delectable, one to one match for his slacks! Then how could he ignore the sprinkled sugar, layered thick and pocked with chocolate chips, that coated the cookie's chest in a perfect approximation of his button up shirt. To top it all of though were the petite button eyes, and adorable frosting snoot curled into a contented smile, that somehow seemed to shift from one picture to the next.
“...Oh I see where this is going,” Eneko wordlessly sighed as his frosted eyebrows pulled flat. “Very cute, Clara,” he thought as loudly as he could manage.
“Don't be like that,” Clara teased as she set her phone down on the counter beside him. “Besides, if you ask me-” the giraffe trailed off with a slurp, “I think it's a good look on you.”
Eneko mentally swallowed while his eyes adjusted to Clara's imposing silhouette shrouded in shadow. The giraffe always loomed tall but n-n-never to this degree! Her plush stomach, resting atop her denim waist line, was suddenly eye level with him.
GRMMMMMMMMMMMMMBLE
The gurgles and growls that emanated from her cavernous navel, not to mention the bone rattling bass carried behind them, let loose a conflicting torrent of emotions within Eneko.
“That said...” Clara coyly teased as she clapped her hands against her jiggling thighs, “It's one thing to look the part. It's another thing entirely to, well, you know...”
Eneko unconsciously shuddered in delight, much to his horror, when Clara daintily brushed a massive keratin tipped finger along his chest. At her touch, lines of frosting magically conjured into being upon his cheeks as the maned wolf's blush became all but impossible to ignore. “Y-y-you wouldn't!” he whined in a manner both pleading and wanting.
“Wouldn't what?” Clara hummed as she cupped his shrunken and sugary self within her palm.
Eneko mentally yelped when the giraffe's soft and inviting features came to span beyond the periphery of his vision. Clara's breath, humid and heavy, washed over him as she drew ever closer. And yet... he eagerly, if not giddily, welcomed it. “W-w-what is wrong with me!?” Eneko howled at himself as she parted her maw and he was afforded a glimpse into the abyss.
Clara snorted. “Oh, that? That's just the magic taking hold. You were created to be consumed after all!” Her pearly white teeth, glistening with saliva and partially hidden behind her lips, parted wide. “That and what kind of Pastrymancer would I be if I didn't give you a proper taste test?”
Wailing, Eneko clenched his eyes shut in a mixture of terror and rapture when he felt her lips clamp down around his stubby legs. Low and thunderous grunts, which conveniently served to drown out Eneko's own moans, echoed around the gingerbread maned wolf. Conscious thought failed him as his crumbly cookie legs came to be soaked through and through. With every lap of her tongue, every gentle suckle of her lips, Eneko could feel his mind slipping.
NUM
A faint, and ecstasy inducing, phantom tingle radiated out from where Eneko's toes ought to have been. By any stretch of the imagination the maned wolf had every reason to be alarmed. After all, his ankles on down had since disappeared down her throat. Yet... Eneko didn't seem to mind. On the contrary he welcomed it. Craved it, even.
NOM
A self-satisfied smile crept up along Eneko's frosted snoot as the giraffe forced her tongue between his legs. Teasingly, tantalizingly, she let it rest against his thighs and undulated that pink mass of muscle ever so slowly side to side so that her taste buds could scrape his rounded limbs clean.
SLURP
A single pronounced lap of Clara's tongue was all it took to strip Eneko's buttercream slacks clean off his legs. With every lick, every swallow, the maned wolf crumbled away.
GLURK
Gone were his calves. Then his knees. His thighs. Until finally, with a powerful application of suction, Eneko's-
NOMF
Delighted and deafening moans rumbled around Eneko. Panting furiously, the gingerbread maned wolf paid little mind to the fact that all that remained of him was the torso on up. Clara's breaths, labored and heavy, washed over him as she papped a plump finger against his head. Tap by tap, inch by inch, she slid him between her lips.
“D-d-did I pass the taste test?” Eneko mentally gasped. The sugar that was his shirt, both powdered and granular, melted away while Clara compacted him between her tongue and the roof of her mouth.
“And then some, sweet thing,” the giraffe huskily affirmed.
Pronounced swallows filled the maned wolf's head as he lost all feeling from the neck down. Lips pinched firmly around his noggin, the maned wolf rapturously welcomed the suffocating humidity and darkness that unmade his confectionary body clump by clump. His consciousness became free floating, at ease and at peace, as what remained of him sloshed along Clara's gumline, between her mountainous teeth that glistened in the darkness, and through the faintest gaps in her taste buds which now towered over him like alien mesas.
GULP
Down the sides of Clara's bulging throat slid Eneko's essence. He felt relieved to finally vanish into the gurgling and churning abyss that was her ravenous gut. To coat her stomach walls, be absorbed without a trace, and become nothing more than the thoughtless fat on her ample everything. It felt... good. It felt right.
And then he felt nothing at all.
…
…
…
BRAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
“AHHH!” Eneko yelped as a peal of thunder nearly blew his ears off his skull. Jerking about in place, the maned wolf wildly flailed his arms as he struggled to free himself from his unfamiliar yet inviting plush prison.
“I'm fluent in Spanish not shouting, Eneko,” Clara sassed. Craning her neck forward she planted a rich kiss upon the maned wolf's forehead. “Hello to you too.”
“C-clara?” Eneko asked as he swiveled his eyes this way and that. He was... back in Clara's apartment. Flopped atop her on her couch, even. W-w-with her breasts pressing against the sides of his snout and her arms wrapped lovingly around him. “But I. You.”
“Devoured you utterly and completely?”
The maned wolf nodded dumbly as shades of crimson colored the fluff filling his ears.
“Sure did!” Clara clarified with a belch. “You were delish by the by,” she followed up with another kiss.
Eneko shyly reciprocated the gesture before reluctantly, if not confusedly, snuggling into her. “How?”
Clara shrugged. “Easy! I plucked your very essence, your very being, out from the sea of my soul and pieced you back together good as new! Most of you, anyway,” the giraffe coughed.
Cocking a brow, Eneko wiggled side to side and couldn't help but notice his clothes hung loosely on his lanky frame whereas the inexplicably swollen and engorged giraffe overflowed out of her own.
“So you lost a couple inches here and there,” Clara nervously laughed as she hugged him tighter still into her heaving and shirt straining bust. “Come on, you have to admit. It looks better on me!”
Brows furrowed, Eneko buried his face into her neck so she couldn't hear his muffled and embarrassed affirmation.
“Don't be like thaaaat,” she teased as she took to rubbing a hand along his back. “I'll have this all sorted out and everything as it should be next time around.”
“...Next time?” Eneko asked. Clara's stomach gurgled ominously beneath him in response. Stammers promptly tumbled free from his lips as his heart caught in his throat.
“Next time,” Clara repeated with a slurp and a boop. “After all, I'm already eager for a second serving. Aren't you?”
Just look at the tags/keywords. You know good and gosh darn well what you're getting yourself into.
This came about mostly as a result of experimenting and indulging myself to see if I can do any justice to this kind of content. Hope you enjoy!
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saintsucroseCandied Crush
By: RaddaRaem
“...Pastrymancy, huh? That's what you called me over for?”
“What? Never heard of it?”
Eneko incredulously arched his brows.
“I'll have you know it's a legitimate school of magic!” Clara retorted.
“Uh huh,” the maned wolf playfully grunted.
Clara scrunched her lips and gestured at herself. At the sapphire glow that adorned her keratin fingertips. At how her eyes positively sparkled with channeled aether. At the otherworldly luminescence that radiated from the giraffe's wild mane of hair.
Eneko clicked his tongue as he leaned back into and hopped up onto Clara's counter. She had but recently, if not accidentally, come into possession of phenomenal magical powers. And yet... in the weeks since then nothing had fundamentally changed.
“Yes, Clara, I've noticed! It's really hard not to!” Eneko replied. The giraffe's kitchen, cozy by her standards, yet claustrophobic by Eneko's own, hummed with activity. He gestured right back at the countless kitchen utensils moving of their own accord. At the whisks whipping up bowls of batter. At the spoons stirring simmering pots of caramel over a low gas flame. At the oven mitts longingly brushing their mitteny fingers against the glass oven door within which a cornucopia of culinary delights baked away. “I'm not saying it's NOT magic. It quite obviously is! Just, you know, there are better names, and uses, for it.”
“It's my magic and I'll call it what I want to!” Clara tutted with her snoot turned up. Advancing into the kitchen, which was more of an appliance packed hallway than anything else, her thighs brushed up against and pinned Eneko's legs against the granite they dangled over. Shy smiles crept up along both their lips. “And what's wrong with the way I'm using it?” she hummed.
“Nothing!” Eneko laughed as he squeezed her hands between his own. He honestly couldn't help but question how, or even if, Clara intended to apply her newfound powers to anything beyond simple household chores. Not that he minded. The fact she remained so grounded endeared her to him all the more. Eneko smirked as he continued to indulge their playful banter. “It's just that, I don't know, these nigh incomprehensible powers of yours could amount to something more than an extra pair of hands in the kitchen.”
“Oh so that's what it is! You're disappointed I haven't let it go to my head,” Clara snorted.
“That's not what I said,” Eneko bashfully mumbled. “Look, I'll be cute and play along. How's that?” The maned wolf cleared his throat and prepared to start his inquiry anew.
Clara closed her eyes and stroked at her chin as she lost herself in thought. “I suppose...” she trailed off. The giraffe's eyes snapped open as she flashed a grin. “So! Which of your burning questions should I answer first? Shall I regale you with the history of Pastrymancy? Its uses and applications? Or perhaps maybe, just maybe, I could do you a solid and introduce you to its fabled founder,” Clara cooed as she tossed back her glowing blue mane of hair.
“...It's you isn't it?”
“You said you were gonna play along,” Clara raspberried in response. Snrrks and stifled giggles echoed throughout the giraffe's apartment.
“Seriously though,” Eneko asked as he nudged at her shoulder.
“I am serious!” Clara nudged right back. “I finally found my niche! That and real talk. All of this? This right here is run of the mill Conjuration magic.”
“I knew it.”
Clara shooshed him with a gentle bap on his snout. “Now if you want to see some proper Pastrymancy... I'd be happy to oblige.”
“Proper Pastrymancy huh?” Eneko asked as Clara came to rest her hands on his thighs.
The giraffe simply nodded as she leaned in close. “I think you'll like it,” she all but whispered while she nipped at his ear. “I know I will.”
Eneko's mind wandered as thoughts and preconceived notions of stuffing himself chubby tired with artery clogging confections filled his noggin. He could think of worse ways to spend the evening with his crush. “Hit me.”
Clara's eyes, half-lidded, peered deeply into Eneko's own as her fingers danced at his sides and kneaded at his furred flesh.
The effects were immediate. Pressure, painful and overbearing, crashed down upon the maned wolf's skull. Peepers clenched shut, sapphire wisps of energy began to trail out from the sides of his eyelids as Eneko grunted and clutched at his head. “C-clara?” Eneko worriedly asked. His voice, suddenly dry and raspy, failed him as his vocal chords shriveled and contracted.
“Now how's the best way to go about explaining this...” Clara hummed as she stepped away from the counter.
Eneko's lips flapped yet not so much as a single syllable tumbled free. Even the attempt to speak became too much to manage as the maned wolf's jaw locked up. His eyes panickledy swiveled in his sockets as he reached out to Clara only for his outstretched limbs to follow suit. They froze in place, cracked and motionless, as the whole of the maned wolf's body went rigid.
“So,” the giraffe started as she steepled her fingers together. “The School of Pastrymancy isn't about controlling confectionaries so much as it is... creating them. About kneading and shaping and molding them.”
Unable to vocalize his discomfort, Eneko could do little more than silently bear the disorienting waves of pressure that threatened to swallow him whole. There was the suffocating sensation of his clothing, damp and sticky, clinging to him like a second skin. Which was promptly crowded out by the pronounced pops of his shoulder sockets as his arms were forced out to his sides. All of which paled in comparison to the feeling of his snout being pressed in, crumpling in against his skull, as it and the rest of his body were forcefully flattened. His back against the counter, Eneko wearily blinked as the pain and pressure that had occupied his every thought threatened to became too much to bear.
Until it wasn't.
For just as abruptly as it arrived the displeasure parted. Left in its place was a fiery warmth, soothing and strong, that slowly came to fill Eneko's chest. As the maned wolf steadied his breathing, his tensed muscles melting into doughy putty with every inhale and exhale, a symphony of scents flushed his nostrils. Cinnamon, vanilla, nutmeg, and ginger were but a few of the scintillating spices that Eneko recognized. The instant his olfactory senses found themselves overwhelmed and drowned in delights his ears fwipped to attention and drank in the auditory ambiance. They strained themselves to register the difference between the hiss of grains of salt and sugar grinding each other versus the hiss of batter. Though it all Eneko's body felt... light. At ease. For with every breath he felt himself sinking deeper and deeper into that intoxicating warmth which spanned from the tips of his toes to his every extremity.
“Look at youuuuuuu!” Clara beamed as she cupped her hands against her cheeks.
CLICK CLICK CLICK
Sudden and repeated flashes of light left Eneko's eyes dazed and bleary.
“Sorry,” Clara giggled as she noisily papped at her phone. “Couldn't resist.”
Shaken from his stupor Eneko tried, and failed, to protest. So at ease was he, his muscles so thoroughly massaged into pliant dough, that his body could not muster up the effort for even the simplest of actions. His lips refused to part. Even his neck refused to crane. Lurching from one thought to another, the dots that clouded his vision finally beginning to fade, Eneko finally, properly, took stock of his surroundings. The maned wolf's eyes wearily adjusted to the glower of the artificial sun that was Clara's kitchen light. He knew she was a stickler for raised ceilings, for fairly obvious reasons, but he never recalled them soaring to such lofty heights before...
“Soooooooooooo,” Clara asked with barely concealed glee as she held her phone out before her. “Whatcha think?”
An obelisk of plastic, embedded with a billboard sized piece of glass, hovered above Eneko. Squinting, the maned wolf struggled to make sense of the pictures cycling on screen. It was... him. Or at least a gingerbread approximation of himself! Snow white icing dotted the ears and neckline whereas buttercream frosting coated the confectionary's legs. It was a perfect, if not delectable, one to one match for his slacks! Then how could he ignore the sprinkled sugar, layered thick and pocked with chocolate chips, that coated the cookie's chest in a perfect approximation of his button up shirt. To top it all of though were the petite button eyes, and adorable frosting snoot curled into a contented smile, that somehow seemed to shift from one picture to the next.
“...Oh I see where this is going,” Eneko wordlessly sighed as his frosted eyebrows pulled flat. “Very cute, Clara,” he thought as loudly as he could manage.
“Don't be like that,” Clara teased as she set her phone down on the counter beside him. “Besides, if you ask me-” the giraffe trailed off with a slurp, “I think it's a good look on you.”
Eneko mentally swallowed while his eyes adjusted to Clara's imposing silhouette shrouded in shadow. The giraffe always loomed tall but n-n-never to this degree! Her plush stomach, resting atop her denim waist line, was suddenly eye level with him.
GRMMMMMMMMMMMMMBLE
The gurgles and growls that emanated from her cavernous navel, not to mention the bone rattling bass carried behind them, let loose a conflicting torrent of emotions within Eneko.
“That said...” Clara coyly teased as she clapped her hands against her jiggling thighs, “It's one thing to look the part. It's another thing entirely to, well, you know...”
Eneko unconsciously shuddered in delight, much to his horror, when Clara daintily brushed a massive keratin tipped finger along his chest. At her touch, lines of frosting magically conjured into being upon his cheeks as the maned wolf's blush became all but impossible to ignore. “Y-y-you wouldn't!” he whined in a manner both pleading and wanting.
“Wouldn't what?” Clara hummed as she cupped his shrunken and sugary self within her palm.
Eneko mentally yelped when the giraffe's soft and inviting features came to span beyond the periphery of his vision. Clara's breath, humid and heavy, washed over him as she drew ever closer. And yet... he eagerly, if not giddily, welcomed it. “W-w-what is wrong with me!?” Eneko howled at himself as she parted her maw and he was afforded a glimpse into the abyss.
Clara snorted. “Oh, that? That's just the magic taking hold. You were created to be consumed after all!” Her pearly white teeth, glistening with saliva and partially hidden behind her lips, parted wide. “That and what kind of Pastrymancer would I be if I didn't give you a proper taste test?”
Wailing, Eneko clenched his eyes shut in a mixture of terror and rapture when he felt her lips clamp down around his stubby legs. Low and thunderous grunts, which conveniently served to drown out Eneko's own moans, echoed around the gingerbread maned wolf. Conscious thought failed him as his crumbly cookie legs came to be soaked through and through. With every lap of her tongue, every gentle suckle of her lips, Eneko could feel his mind slipping.
NUM
A faint, and ecstasy inducing, phantom tingle radiated out from where Eneko's toes ought to have been. By any stretch of the imagination the maned wolf had every reason to be alarmed. After all, his ankles on down had since disappeared down her throat. Yet... Eneko didn't seem to mind. On the contrary he welcomed it. Craved it, even.
NOM
A self-satisfied smile crept up along Eneko's frosted snoot as the giraffe forced her tongue between his legs. Teasingly, tantalizingly, she let it rest against his thighs and undulated that pink mass of muscle ever so slowly side to side so that her taste buds could scrape his rounded limbs clean.
SLURP
A single pronounced lap of Clara's tongue was all it took to strip Eneko's buttercream slacks clean off his legs. With every lick, every swallow, the maned wolf crumbled away.
GLURK
Gone were his calves. Then his knees. His thighs. Until finally, with a powerful application of suction, Eneko's-
NOMF
Delighted and deafening moans rumbled around Eneko. Panting furiously, the gingerbread maned wolf paid little mind to the fact that all that remained of him was the torso on up. Clara's breaths, labored and heavy, washed over him as she papped a plump finger against his head. Tap by tap, inch by inch, she slid him between her lips.
“D-d-did I pass the taste test?” Eneko mentally gasped. The sugar that was his shirt, both powdered and granular, melted away while Clara compacted him between her tongue and the roof of her mouth.
“And then some, sweet thing,” the giraffe huskily affirmed.
Pronounced swallows filled the maned wolf's head as he lost all feeling from the neck down. Lips pinched firmly around his noggin, the maned wolf rapturously welcomed the suffocating humidity and darkness that unmade his confectionary body clump by clump. His consciousness became free floating, at ease and at peace, as what remained of him sloshed along Clara's gumline, between her mountainous teeth that glistened in the darkness, and through the faintest gaps in her taste buds which now towered over him like alien mesas.
GULP
Down the sides of Clara's bulging throat slid Eneko's essence. He felt relieved to finally vanish into the gurgling and churning abyss that was her ravenous gut. To coat her stomach walls, be absorbed without a trace, and become nothing more than the thoughtless fat on her ample everything. It felt... good. It felt right.
And then he felt nothing at all.
…
…
…
BRAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
“AHHH!” Eneko yelped as a peal of thunder nearly blew his ears off his skull. Jerking about in place, the maned wolf wildly flailed his arms as he struggled to free himself from his unfamiliar yet inviting plush prison.
“I'm fluent in Spanish not shouting, Eneko,” Clara sassed. Craning her neck forward she planted a rich kiss upon the maned wolf's forehead. “Hello to you too.”
“C-clara?” Eneko asked as he swiveled his eyes this way and that. He was... back in Clara's apartment. Flopped atop her on her couch, even. W-w-with her breasts pressing against the sides of his snout and her arms wrapped lovingly around him. “But I. You.”
“Devoured you utterly and completely?”
The maned wolf nodded dumbly as shades of crimson colored the fluff filling his ears.
“Sure did!” Clara clarified with a belch. “You were delish by the by,” she followed up with another kiss.
Eneko shyly reciprocated the gesture before reluctantly, if not confusedly, snuggling into her. “How?”
Clara shrugged. “Easy! I plucked your very essence, your very being, out from the sea of my soul and pieced you back together good as new! Most of you, anyway,” the giraffe coughed.
Cocking a brow, Eneko wiggled side to side and couldn't help but notice his clothes hung loosely on his lanky frame whereas the inexplicably swollen and engorged giraffe overflowed out of her own.
“So you lost a couple inches here and there,” Clara nervously laughed as she hugged him tighter still into her heaving and shirt straining bust. “Come on, you have to admit. It looks better on me!”
Brows furrowed, Eneko buried his face into her neck so she couldn't hear his muffled and embarrassed affirmation.
“Don't be like thaaaat,” she teased as she took to rubbing a hand along his back. “I'll have this all sorted out and everything as it should be next time around.”
“...Next time?” Eneko asked. Clara's stomach gurgled ominously beneath him in response. Stammers promptly tumbled free from his lips as his heart caught in his throat.
“Next time,” Clara repeated with a slurp and a boop. “After all, I'm already eager for a second serving. Aren't you?”
Category Story / Vore
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