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"So, are you ready?" Asked Therris to the larger dragon. The tiny hybrid chimera wore stockings and a corset under a silken robe that covered him to the ankles, all garments he intended to strip off himself for their upcoming performance. His companion, Rime, seemed to be getting the jitters about what they had planned.

"I should be fine." Rime assured him. There was a huge difference in size between them, which was good considering what it was they planned on doing together. "It's not like I've never done something like this before. How about you?"

Therris chirped gently, resting his fists on his hips. "Only once, when I went to visit my half brother in Arrenthen. They, uh, stuffed me in the king's mount. That was certainly fun, not something I was expecting; Went into her as a mare, came out when he was a stallion. Don't ask how that happened, because I don't know and they never told me. Fancy royal magics, I guess." He patted Rime on the snout, giving a gentle rub while a light breeze whipped at his robe, nearly exposing him.

Rime raised an eyebrow ridge, huffing gently while cocking his head to the side. "You never told me about that! I definitely want to hear more stories about that later when we're done the performance, if you don't mind." He paused to think. "Yeah, that definitely sounds fun. Maybe one day I'll get to be that which you get stuffed within."

"Isn't that exactly what we're doing here?" Therris postulated. "I mean, you are doing a vore demonstration, so I'm being stuffed in your gullet."

"True, true. But it's not the same, you see. There's a world of difference between swallowing and stuffing. If we're getting into the semantics of the terms, to swallow is to suck down through internal forces, using the gullet or muscles to massage the prey inward. To stuff is to relax the muscles and utilize an outside source to force the prey inside. In a way, they're not prey, then, but instead merely subjects of my pleasure, you see." Rime stood tall, smiling broadly to show his fangs.

But Therris casually dismissed him. "Really now. I don't think it matters. Come here." He motioned for Rime to lower his head down to his level, so low in fact that the dragon's chin touched the ground. Therris got to his knee and slid his hand in between Rime's lips, caressing his tongue. "Now what did we say before we got into this crazy endeavor?"

"Juthd do it, let the crowd dethide what happenth nextht." Rime responded, his speech somewhat interrupted by the hand caressing his tongue. The rubbing was so gentle and passionate that he couldn't help but open his maw a bit, exposing the dark violet flesh within. His salivary glans were overactive at the time, drooling tiny gobs of his saliva off his teeth, the ridges lining the roof of his mouth, and every one of his teeth.

Though Therris remained tentative - he had to save some of his sensuality for the performance - he couldn't help but lean in and give Rime a thick, long, two-handed stroke up and down his tongue, knees just beyond the dragon's lips to keep him from being prey in that moment. He grabbed a hold of one of Rime's back teeth for balance, using the extra leverage to rub real deep, so far back along the tongue that he felt the soft flesh of the gullet wrap around him when Rime gulped. This covered him with saliva, so he pulled back and cradled either side of the tongue with both hands, bouncing it in his palms as he gave a deep tissue caress to the gums and soft flesh beneath it, eventually pulling out and flopping the tongue tip over on itself.

Having sensed Therris's massage had come to a quick yet satisfying conclusion, Rime shut his maw and rubbed his tongue along his gums and teeth, pressing it to the roof of his maw with a grin. "Thanks, I needed that. I'll be sure to repay the favor." He said, booping his snoot to Therris' muzzle, purring in a deep rumble.

"I'm glad to hear it. Are you ready?" Therris asked, leaning in to hug the huge muzzle before him. "Because I've been ready all afternoon and it's about time we put all this into motion!

Rime nodded and let Therris step onto his snout before stepping through the curtains to address the crowd that was waiting for them and gave the two performers a round of applause. It was time, and they were ready.

In the weeks leading up to this historic day at the Near and Dead, both Therris and Rime had each independently decided that it was time to incorporate sensual vore into their routines. Years prior - before the establishment had been established - a place north of town called the Vore House of Klyneth had opened up, showing that vore as a cultural interest was more widespread than anyone had anticipated or expected.

While the Vore House had gone dormant for a while, Neera had brought her business to Klyneth to capitalize on the region's traditionally progressive and open minded cultural zeitgeist, bringing with her Rime, Nantang, and various others from the original location to help her set up and create a presence. The Near and Dear in Klyneth was a whole host of mixed and matched adult pleasures, including an adults only restaurant, a tavern, a club, a strip joint, and a brothel rolled up into one.

Rime, being the biggest and strongest employee, served as a bouncer and security for the Near and Dear, while also performing as an exotic dancer from time to time. He had heard of and even seen first hand the unique pleasures that came with vore, and had been keen on giving it a try for almost a year, but never found the time to indulge in the services of the Vore House aside from buying a few of the very specialized and very expensive potions.

Therris, on the other hand, was a bit more adventurous and shameless in his quest for self indulgence. He worked as an exotic dancer at the Near and Dear, doubling as a working boy in the brothel quadrant as well if he felt so inclined. He was known to be up for just about anything as long as it was safe and he was with partners that would help him out. Males, females, doms, subs, pred, or prey, he would enjoy being with anyone if it meant he got to try something new, and the resurgence of the Vore House in the region had made him curious to try that again.

His only prior experience with endosomatophilia was, as he had said to Rime, was when his brother and the king stuffed his tiny body in a mare's womb to have him ejaculated after the mare had been transformed into a stallion to mate with the queen. It was an odd weekend for him, but not one he was in any way regretful of having experienced.

To Rime, it just seemed like a good business decision to also cater to the vore crowd - not to mention it would give him plenty more to do as a rather large and dominant dragon - so he had went to Neera to insist upon doing a demonstration to gauge support for the crowd.

Neera was quite the staunch mare, insistent on doing things her way and being successful through her own means without help from outside sources. She resisted when Rime suggested it, so Rime got Therris involved, hoping his cute charm would sway her in some way, but it didn't. The two then double teamed her, requesting that they be given a chance to show her that such demonstrations could be profitable for her.

After spending the entire discussion denying them their indulgence, Neera felt that their passion and enthusiasm would come through regardless of how little interest she had in the act of vore beyond consuming a good veggie burger. It was the appeal to her business sense that eventually convinced her to let them have their way and do their demonstration, with the caveat being that they had to advertise and prepare on their own, she wouldn't divert funds from repairs or paying her talent, her margins were too thin as it was to be taking huge risks like that.

So, with that in mind, both Rime and Therris took to their project with vigor and aplomb, printing out flyers, advertising online, and buying the props and set design for their performance.

The build up and lead in to their demonstration lasted the better part of two weeks, allowing them to construct a catwalk in the outdoor cafe of the Near and Dear. The building itself could be seen as a three quarter circle, with four quadrants around the outer rim and an outdoor cafe in the middle, which was where they were going to do their vore dance with one another.

Many hours had been dedicated to choreographing a dance for their audience, with flourishes and bombast sprinkled throughout. They had a plan, they had a routine, and they had an audience that they were dedicated to pleasing, and nothing could stop them now, for the show was about to begin! The last thing they did before preparing for the show was to feed Rime a single, tiny vial of growth potion to make him many times his usual size, since much of their routine revolved around acts that couldn't be performed with their natural sizes. The potion was set to expire halfway through their act.

"Ladies and gentleman, drakes and lasses, we bring to you an engorging feast of delight and astounding consumption, prepared and presented for your culinary desires!" Therris announced as the two slipped through the curtain to reveal themselves. This was the first they saw the crowd since it had amassed, and every seat in the cafe was filled with a patron eagerly looking up at Rime and Therris, eager to see a show. This made them both swell with pride, allowing Rime to take another step down the catwalk.

"Let's do this." The dragon said under his breath.

"Awesome." Therris agreed.

Rime tossed his head back, using his snout as a launch pad for Therris to be propelled high in the air above him, twisting in midair while pulling a bo-staff out from his robe. He came down and landed in Rime's upturned, open maw with the staff above him, held in place by the dragon's upper and lower jaws.

Therris dangled of the staff, with his tail and feet dangling below him into Rime's violet-fleshed gullet, massaging the tongue and roof of the mouth equally. The crowd gasped gently, unsure of how to respond to such a quick and aggressive first move. "Watch carefully." Therris informed the crowd, as Rime lowered his head so that his chin was at the end of the catwalk, his open maw still holding the bo-staff in place to turn it into a stripper pole, with Therris adjusting his angle until he was hanging off the bar properly, his feet resting between tongue and gums of Rime.

This was when he got a proper look at the crowd, which was stuffed with at least one hundred patrons all watching and staring, some sitting and some standing. There were more people in the crowd than there were seats, and that was a great thing.

His routine started simply enough, by swirling around the pole with his head held back, leg up and tail jutting out to give the crowd something pretty to look at. He grinded against the pole, then leaned back so that he was reclined on Rime's tongue, both legs spread and tail constricting the base of the pole to keep him from falling back into the quavering depths of Rime's gullet.

Rime then undulated his tail in waves underneath Therris, caressing and massaging his partner in a way that gradually pulled his robe up until the bottom of it was barely covering his groin. Dangling strands of his saliva dripped down from the ridges on the roof of his maw to coat Therris, who used it to rub into his robe and scales.

"There we go." Therris commented as he reached out with his saliva-slicked hands to grab at the pole again, pulling himself up off the tongue as rime licked at his backside, robe dangling down again but darkened with the soak of saliva. He pressed his chest to the bar, swirling so that his rump was facing the crowd and nuzzling at it while daintily finding his footing on two of Rime's front teeth for extra leverage. He lifted his tail and pushed his rump out far, before letting go of the pole again and landing belly down on Rime's tongue, tail still up with the tip hooked on the pole to, once again, keep him from sliding down the violet-fleshed gullet.

From that position, Therris swung back around while tearing his robe off in one slick motion, revealing his scantily clad garments beneath it, including thigh-high leggings and a tight corset. He wore no panties, however, which let the crowd see his swollen sheath. He rubbed at the pole down his back, which was quite easy given how slick with saliva it had become.

This part of the presentation was over, so Rime got to all fours again and held his head high above the catwalk while still holding the bar between his jaws, allowing Therris to dangle off it as if it were used for the uneven bars. He wrapped one leg around it and spun, using his acrobatics to spin and twist like an athlete before having Rime rear his head back and use the momentum to toss him high into the air, his tongue dislodging the bar in the process.

Therris offered a full back flip rotation in the air before daintily landing with one foot on Rime's upper set of teeth and the other on the bottom. The dragon's head was held high, with his lips aiming towards the sky and Therris balancing on his open maw with tail dangling down into his gullet.

From there, Rime tossed his head again to give Therris another boost, allowing the smaller chimera to flip and land with a splat on his tongue, belly down and tail up. At the exact same time this happened, Rime's potion began to wear off and his massive body shrunk down to his natural size, this having his jaws clench down and squeeze around Therris' form. He rolled his tongue around his prey, rubbing against his belly and cradling his sheath in the process. His body kept shrinking to the point where Therris was about the size of Rime's head, finally making their size difference less extreme.

With any luck, the gulp and swallow would be nice and tight for Therris as Rime took his final steps to show the crowd what he had planned. He stood tall and lowered his snout so that Therris could twist and stand against the inside of his teeth, resting against his tongue like a bed with drool soaking him from head to tail tip. His head was mostly squeezed in tight to the constricting passage of Rime's gullet flesh, with his hands out and gripping at his teeth.

Rime kept his maw gaped open wide so everyone could see as his tongue pressed Therris to the roof of his mouth as his tongue squeezed and tugged on him. It rolled upward, forcing Therris down his gullet a bit at a time, the violet colored flesh shaking and quivering before constricting in between each gulp. He couldn't see exactly how deep or how far Therris had gone, but the crowd was all easing in to get a better look, so that told him that much of his prey must have disappeared into him. Knowing this, he relaxed his throat, allowing Therris some room to move around.

His prey did as expected, curling and rotating in his gullet so that he was no longer diving head first, but was instead going feet first with his head and upper body soaked in saliva while resting on the bed of tongue. "And now, our finale!" He announced, smiling broadly while struggling to get a proper grip on Rime's tongue - the same tongue that was gulping in waves, grinding against his groin. While the crowd couldn't see it, Therris was erect in Rime's gullet, with his cock pressed tight against the base of his tongue with enough force to lightly trigger the dragon's gag reflex, which in turn tightened the passage around him. This was not something he was expecting; when he was shoved inside the mare he expected it since his cock would be rubbing against pussy flesh, but he didn't assume a tongue would be as supple.

He was wrong.

Therris blushed a bit, whimpering as he felt himself get slowly sucked back and rubbed along the underside of his shaft, his equine-like member flaring out as it threatened to erupt deep in his predator's gullet. He reached out and went to call out his warning word, the word chosen to let Rime know that he was cumming, but was muffled by the closing maw and smothering tongue before he was forced down Rime's gullet.

The bulge in Rime's throat squirmed and writhed on the way down, parting the ventral scales as the prey was forced down to his belly. He could faintly taste the bitterness of Chiryn's cum on the back of his tongue, which threatened to turn him on as well, but he instead got a hold of himself and kept control of his loins. Proud of himself, Rime stood tall and gaped open his now empty maw, belching while spewing gobs of saliva and Therris' seed all over the catwalk before him. This was followed by another gag and a lurch as he forced his prey back up, headfirst to land in the pile of moisture he'd left.

"Tadaa!" Therris declared, before coughing and hacking at the saliva he'd inhaled, his entire body coated in slime with his erect cock still throbbing in post-voregasm bliss. Rime stood tall behind him, grinning wide as more of his drool escaped his lips and soaked Therris more.

The crowd got to their feet and gave them an uproarious round of applause, clapping and hooting and hollering. Well, all but the ones who had erections and remained seated.

Rime looked down at Therris, and Therris looked back up at him with a grin, then they both glanced back to the window to Neera's office, where they saw their boss was slowly nodding in approval. They had done it, this was only the first step towards a more vore-friendly environment, and neither of them could be happier.

After the show, both Therris and Rime were giving out flyers for their next performance, only to be approached by Nantangitan - one of their hyper-endowed male dancers - asking if he could get in on their act. Naturally, they were happy to indulge.

And thus began the Near and Dear's Voresday tradition!