Day 26) Desire
#26 of Voretober
Loquie knows what he wants and he takes it without much second thought. A bandit after all only knows how to fill his pockets and expand his stomach. The unlucky hybrid is not favored by fortune stepping into the gnoll's domain. And in the end Nommage Nommage was just another addition to a rather ravenous gnoll. Syl was part yeen, part fennec, but he ended up being a full snack. Enjoy day 26 of Voretober2022
Sylvester © Nommage Nommage
Loquie © Me/Pizza Tiger
Cw:s oral vore, drool, digestion, weight gain
Slyvester perused the potion shop. The walls were lined with strangely labeled concoctions. There were baubles and trinkets galore. Various stones, tomes, spellbooks, curse dolls, bones, a typical magical shop.
Perfumes, Slyvester found himself within the isle as the yeen fennec hybrid pondered the options amongst the various options. From behind him a large, towering gnoll tapped his shoulder with a toothy grin.
"Heya, I have seen ya browsing about for quite a bit. I could give ya a few good choices. As the shop owner I am more than happy to help ya!" The gnoll smiled with a crooked expression.
"W-Woah! Ummm, well you see I uhhh. Mrrff I've got a date! Don't laugh but I wanted to be absolutely irresistible during our dinner date! Can you help me out...uhh what's your name?" Slyvester blushed a deep bright pink. "Loquie, pleasure to meet ya. Hmmm I'd recommend the beef or pork flav...smells." The large gnoll's brown fur glistened in the magical glow of the shop. His tattered robes and long, thick, girthy, staff made him look like quite the knowledgeable magical wares salesperson. "Ha-ha, I'd rather not smell like food! I don't think my date wants to eat me or suckle on my body!" The yeen fennec hybrid chuckled as he thought surely the shopkeeper was merely messing with him. The large gnoll pulled out a potion labeled 'lover's desire'. "Ah, I know yer type. This will make yer date want to make sweet love to ya. They will want the taste of yer lips rather than flesh." His wide grin flashed as the yeen fennec hybrid grabbed the potion without much thought. "You sure this will make me irresistible?" Slyvester swirled around the odd looking potion in his paws as the liquid sloshed around. "No matter the gender, no matter the species. I'd recommend trying a small dose. On the house. If ya like it I will even give it to you for free since I like ya so much!" Loquie's hands clasped around the yeen fennec hybrid's shoulder and tried to give a more intentional smile. However, with those jagged teeth it looked more horrifying than anything. Despite that, Slyvester blushed as he popped open the vial. "Promise not to kiss me if I test this." The yeen fennec hybrid drank a small amount. Lips wrapped around the vial. Loquie grabbed the yeen fennec hybrid's hand and forced Slyvester to chug the entire thing. The yeen fennec hybrid didn't have much time to react to the brute strength of the shopkeep.
Slyvester felt hazy, suggestable, entranced. Loquie's smell was far more intense. "W-what?" The yeen fennec hybrid tried to gather together his senses while a large pool of liquid dripped on their face. Slyvester moaned weakly when suddenly Loquie's large tongue dragged across his muzzle. "Don't e-eat me, I need to get to my dinner date." Slyvester felt weak, he couldn't run nor could he walk. The yeen fennec hybrid's legs barely kept him standing. "Oh hush now, yer my dinner date now. I am going to treat ya like a good little meal." The gnoll's lips wrapped around Slyvester's lips.
Loquie's massive jaws quickly eclipsed the smaller male's jaws. "Mmmmph..." The yeen fennec hybrid found it difficult to find the will to fight back over the sheer might Loquie's jaws. Like a little voice was telling him to simply give in. A deeply burrowed desire that rose to the surface. Slyvester found himself nearly teetering into the warmth of the fleshy abyss. Slobber coated his fur and matted it with the sticky globs of saliva. Loquie gulped greedily as Slyvester pushed down into that tight gullet. The yeen fennec hybrid's figure squeezed and compacted amongst the confining walls of flesh. The cacophony of internal sounds beat down on the yeen fennec hybrid's ears with each slobbery sound during the descent. The bulges outside Loquie's throat were impressive. Each little outline tunneled down toward that caustic pit of a stomach. That simmering, siphoning prison became the yeen fennec hybrid's world. The disorienting and shifting senses became the only thing Slyvester could perceive as his figure confined within the gut.
Loquie squished and kneaded into his stomach. "Lovely dinner date, whateveryernamewas. Don't tell me, you're just gnoll food now." His hands patted harshly against the gut as it wobbled by the strike. Slyvester's form shaken about within the stinging and harsh acids. His body was smelting down into gnoll nutrients rather easily as time passed. Loquie's constant squishes into mulching paunch assisted in breaking down Slyvester like it was nothing. Eventually with enough time there was no more yeen fennec hybrid. Just a slightly fatter gnoll. "Thanks for the grub pal!" Loquie cackled while he massaged over his new layer of heft.