Freudian Slurp
#17 of Vore
Freudian Slurp by: BerserkerB
Berserker clicked his heels together nervously. He clasped his fingers tightly, and rested his head against his thumbs. He looked up and glanced around the room. He was alone in the waiting room, and he did not like it. He got up from his chair and paced. The secretary behind the counter glanced at him, but then returned to his work. Berserker had no idea what kind of work he could be doing, it was dead in here.
Berserker was a hybrid of a lion and hyena, a hyon. He covered his khaki fur and dark spots with a simple black t-shirt and blue pants. After sitting back down, he anxiously twirled his dark-red mane between two fingers. What was taking the doctor so long?
Finally, the door to the doctor's office opened. "Berserker?" The doctor said curiously. He was a wolf with green and silver fur. His hair was green and spiky, and he wore a pair of glasses. Berserker felt a twinge of uncertainty. The only things that made this guy look like a doctor were his nice clothes and glasses.
"That's me," he finally said, albeit reluctantly.
The doctor grinned and beckoned him to follow. "Right this way." He extended his hand and Berserker took it. "I'm Dr. Link, but everyone just calls me Emmy."
"Why do they call you that?"
Because it's short for Emerald, silly." Emmy chuckled and led the hyon into his office. Now Berserker was definitely nervous. The doctor's office seemed legitimate enough. There were a couple of diplomas displayed on the wall, a small bookshelf lined with psychology books, and a small desk in the corner of the room. Berserker sat on a small couch opposite the desk.
"So Berserker, what seems to be the problem?" Emmy asked as he took a seat at his desk. He fingered through a manila folder. "You were pretty vague on the phone. Something about strange dreams and desires."
Berserker took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Well Dr. Link-"
"Emmy," the wolf cut in.
"... Emmy. I've been having these weird dreams lately." Emmy pulled out a pen and a small notepad and began jotting things down. "For a few weeks now I've been dreaming about being eaten."
Emmy stopped writing and looked up. "You mean like a blowjob?"
"No, no. I mean literally being eaten alive." He watched as the doctor shifted uncomfortably in his chair.
"How so?" Emmy raised a brow and leaned in closer.
"Well, at first it was like a snake eating me. But then, I started dreaming about my friends swallowing me whole, and even family members."
"I see." Emmy looked like he was concentrating hard on every word Berserker said. The seriousness made the hyon relax a little. "Go on."
"And now I start day dreaming about it around total strangers!" He felt his heart leap when he admitted it. "And there's something else."
"Yes-yes! What-what!?" The wolf seemed all the more eager to learn more.
Berserker stumbled to explain it. He tried to form the words, but his tongue refused to vibrate and produce sound. He could feel his face turning red and grow hot.
Emmy leaned back with a slight grin. "Let me guess, you get aroused by the idea?"
Berserker's eyes went wide. "That's it!" he blurted out. The sudden confession made his body stiffen. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. A hot surge of energy pushed through him, and he was ready to shout it if necessary.
But Emmy just looked at him calmly. The wolf's cool gaze helped to calm the tension in the room, and Berserker was starting to see why he was a doctor. "Okay Berserker, I think I know exactly what you need. Berserker felt his hope rise. Emmy continued. "I specialize in hypno-therapy, and I think that will be the best solution for your problem."
Berserker's hope sank. He rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Hypnosis? That's your big idea?"
"Yes. Why, is there a problem?"
"Well no, except for the fact that I don't believe in it."
Emmy nodded in realization. "Ah, I see. Usually people are scared when I mention it, but you're just a non-believer."
"You can try it if you want." Berserker shrugged and chuckled mockingly. "But when you fail I'll except a refund."
Emmy nodded and then opened the top drawer in his desk. "Trust me, my friend, you won't be needing a refund when I'm through with you."
Berserker would have found that ominous if he actually believed in hypnosis. Emmy pulled out a small gold pocket watch from the drawer. It seemed to glint and gleam, even in the soft glow of the fluorescent lights.
"Nice looking watch. Looks rather expensive."
Emmy smiled and held it up to the hyon's gaze. "Yes, it's been in my family for years. My father was a hypnotist, and his father before him." He switched his grip to the gold chain, and dangled the watch carefully in front of Berserker's eyes. "Now I want you to keep your eyes on the watch as I swing it back and forth."
"Yeah, yeah. Let's get this over with." Berserker kept his eyes on the watch. It looked nice, beautiful really. The hands on the face were pointed to the correct time, with a small second-hand ticking away behind them. As he listened closely, he could even make out the soft sounds of turning gears.
Emmy started to swing the watch. The gold device arced back and forth, like a pendulum. The gold casing glimmered slightly whenever it reached the crest of an arc. Berserker kept his eyes on the watch. He figured he would give the doctor a few minutes to try to put him under, request his money back, and go find himself a real psychoanalyst. He let the seconds tick by. The hands of the watch slowly began to turn. The hour hand moved counterclockwise, seamlessly passing by each number in the wrong direction. It made the hyon laugh. The minute hand spun in the correct direction, but it moved faster than the hour hand. He kept his gaze transfixed upon the swaying timepiece. It looked so pretty, so relaxing.
He was not sure when, but he started to hear the doctor's voice. It called to him like a dream. "Sleep, my friend," he said like a ghost in the wind. "Let your mind rest. Listen to the sound of my voice and obey." It was so soothing, so...sweet. Berserker could not help but smile and nod. "Close your eyes."
Like an obedient dog, Berserker closed his eyes. Emmy then instructed him to stand, which he did. The world seemed so far away. His senses seemed to intermix; he swore he could see sound and hear light.
"That's a good boy. You're doing very well." Emmy's voice broke in again. Berserker felt a small chill run down his back. He wearily looked down and noticed his clothes were now on the floor. When did that happen? "Are you ready for your therapy?" Emmy's voice seemed to sing to him. How could he say no?
"I am ready whenever you are." He had no idea how dumb he looked, his eyes glassy and staring into space, his lips curled in a stupid looking grin.
"Good." Berserker felt the wolf's hot breath on his ear. It felt good. "I want you to listen carefully. You wish to live out your dreams."
"I wish to live out my dreams," Berserker repeated hypnotically.
"Yes. You desire to be eaten." Berserker repeated that too. "And what's more, it excites you to know you're going to be eaten." The hyon felt a surge of heat rise up from his groin. Even in his blurry state of consciousness, he could feel his shaft growing hard. The wolf's words were true. "That's it, revel in your position as food." Emmy slipped away and sat down on the small couch Berserker once occupied. "Now offer yourself to me. My belly is waiting for you."
The hyon smiled and nodded. It made so much sense now; his dreams, his desires, his position as food, it was all so clear. He looked down at the wolf, who was leaning back on the couch, his maw agape and ready to be filled. Berserker knew it was his job to fill it. No...it was his destiny to fill it!
Berserker extended both arms and reached for the wolf's mouth. He pressed both of his hands firmly against the inside of Emmy's mouth. The wolf's cheeks puffed out as the hyon's paws filled his maw. Berserker looked straight into the doctor's eyes. Maybe it was the light, but he could swear he saw a twinkle in the lupine's gaze. Oh well, nothing for food such as himself to worry about. He took a breath and shoved his hands further in when he felt Emmy's throat begin to pull. The appendages slipped down the tight gullet with ease, taking most of his lower arms with them.
The wolf's tight throat squeezed around his arms. The wet passage was warm and inviting. Berserker wondered why he never tried this before. It just felt so right to be slowly ingested. His cock throbbed when Emmy took another gulp, sucking down the rest of his arms. The hyon leaned his head down, and gazed down at his erection like an airhead. He smiled as warm pre emerged from the slit of his shaft, dripping down his length with agonizing slowness. He barely felt the wolf's wet jaws wrap around his head. He hardly cared as his vision switched from the light of an office to the darkness of a wet, dripping maw. It was all happening so fast, and yet not fast enough.
Emmy's tongue pressed against his face, covering his muzzle in sticky saliva. The lupine's throat tugged at his head, obviously eager to partake in the rest of the meal. Berserker chuckled stupidly and pushed up with his toes. The sudden move made the wolf gag. After a few seconds, Emmy started up once again. Berserker's head moved quickly into the doctor's gullet. The powerful muscles tugged his face like several soggy fingers, taking him closer to his final destination.
It was all so exhilarating. Even though his mind was spinning, he knew he enjoyed every second of his ingestion. His cock quivered and throbbed with anticipation. Each second drove him closer to release. His furry sac shook as it issued more and more seed to fill his desire, like a dam holding back a rushing torrent. He felt ready to burst.
Emmy's wonderful tongue lathered at his belly, soaking his fur as his abdomen slipped into the tight cavern. He was more than halfway there, so close to reaching the stomach. Even in the darkness he saw colors of every shade swirl around him. His body ached in more ways than one. He started to moan, and his voice echoed in the dark corridor. The wolf's jaws finally enveloped his aching crotch. Emmy's magnificent tongue wrapped around Berserker's shaft, and the hyon's moans doubled. His body shuddered and the dam broke. A gush of hot white seed flooded the wolf's maw. Emmy was apparently pleased, and he lapped at the flowing cum like candy. Berserker's sensitive member took each caress of the wolf's tongue with aching pleasure. It was both a relief and disappointment when Emmy gulped it all down.
Berserker was exhausted. He slowly curled into a ball inside the wolf's taut belly. The stomach walls stretched to accommodate him. The thick walls of flesh pressed against his body like a big warm hug. After his legs emptied into the doctor's stomach, Berserker felt it was only right that, as food, he should wiggle around a bit until digestion set in. After all, he had dreamed of this moment every night for several weeks; there was no need to hold back anymore. In his hypnotic state he barely felt the tingling creeping around his body.
Emmy sighed and rubbed his engorged gut. He gave the wiggling mass a satisfied pat, and then belched. "Ohh, I forgot how much gas this gives me." He licked his lips and watched as his food jiggled about in the tight flesh prison. As a doctor, knowing he helped fulfill his patient's desires filled him with pride. As a hungry wolf, knowing he just got a free meal filled him with joyful satisfaction.
He carefully got up from the couch and waddled over to his desk. After pressing a button on the intercom, he asked his secretary "John, when is my next patient due?"
The secretary responded. "He just got here. He's been having homoerotic dreams, but claims to be straight. Shall I send him in?"
"Yes, thank you." Emmy sat down at his desk and held up his pocket watch. He smiled as the gold device gleamed magically in the soft light. He set it down and leaned back in his chair. Hidden underneath his bloated belly was a thick, lupine erection. Eating Berserker had gotten the wolf horny, and he needed something - or someone - to help relieve him of his own growing pressure.
He bellowed another belch, and smiled contently as the door to his office slowly opened.
The End