The Smuggler
The Smuggler
by Steel Ankh
Authors Note:
When I'm struggling with my writing, I like to take a break and write something that I wouldn't normally do. I find that it helps me focus on the story I was working on. It was how I got into writing yiff, and it is also the origin of this story. "The Smuggler" is a story that centres around acts of mild 'vore - no teeth and no digestion. If you were hoping for something a little less...sociable, or if you were looking for a traditional yiffstar "session", I'm sorry, but you will be disappointed. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. It's a bit of a hack, but I don't write this genre as a rule. So sue me. Finally, one last thing: Practice Safe Vore - Brush Your Teeth Afterwards!
The Smuggler
by Steel Ankh
Fifty metres to the border control, and the horribly familiar black uniforms made Louisa shiver with fear already. The first rays of sunrise glinted from the polished barrels of their ugly assault rifles. Despite the early hour, the guards were attentive and alert, carefully scrutinising every document and checking the faces of the prospective emigrants.
Louisa tried to keep calm, and she checked her dye job in the pocket mirror she always carried. Even now, the stranger looking into the mirror shocked her. Where once a smiling red squirrel smiled cheerfully at her, now a very scared looking grey squirrel with tired eyes stared back at her.
"Nikola Ebukem." she muttered, trying to reassure herself with the magical phrase. Nikola was a smuggler, and she made a healthy living helping red squirrels to escape the ethnic cleansing in her homeland. The invading army of greys had been in her country a mere six months, and they were stepping up their campaign against their hated cousins. If they caught her trying to leave the country, she would be shot on the spot.
Thirty metres to the border control. She was drawing inexorably closer to the guards and their guns, and still no sign of her contact. She watched the guards carefully inspect a passport and spit questions at the unfortunate vixen at the head of the queue. The enemy hated her people, but they were bound by treaties and non-aggression pacts when it came to other species.
One of the guards looked up, and even though he was wearing sunglasses, Louisa was prepared to swear that he looked straight at her. She looked away, pretending to be fascinated by her surroundings. The buildings this close to the border were heavily scarred by shot and shell, and few windows were still intact.
Sitting on a pile of rubble was a big, fat lioness wearing a long dress that looked like a circus tent. She was chatting to anyone who was close, cracking jokes and smiling as she bade farewell to those escaping the devastation. As Louisa watched, she began laughing at some quip made by the cub she was talking to. Long, white teeth glistened in the early morning light.
Louisa looked at the floor and tried to get control of herself. If she were afraid, the guards would see it. If guards were suspicious, they would detain her and carry out a body search They would find that only her face, tail and paws were grey; coloured by dye that had cost her far more than it's weight in gold. If she were lucky, they would then merely shoot her.
Twenty metres from the border control, and Louisa tried to keep from vomiting. Her stomach was roiling, and she breathed in ragged gasps. Four feet away, the fat lioness glanced at her and looked away. If she threw up, the guards would want to know why, and she would be caught.
"No..." she whimpered, willing her body to obey. An acrid taste filled her muzzle, and her jaw felt stiff and clenched. "Please...not now..."
The lioness was watching her carefully now. She glanced left and right, looking up and down the length of the queue.
She's going to call them, Louisa thought, she's going to call them and I'm going to die.
She stared down at the floor and waited for the end, abandoning all hope. Her shoulders drooped, along with her tail. She kept the bile down, but it was a battle that she was losing. It wouldn't be long now.
Suddenly, a large leathery paw clamped across her muzzle and nose, holding it shut. Automatically, she tried to yell, but the paw drank the sound. Another paw swept around her waist, and she was swept from her feet and carried off. She tried to struggle, but the grip was too tight. She looked up, and saw the sandy face of the fat lioness, who was moving with surprising speed towards a side alley, behind a pile of rubble.
It was dark here, and it didn't smell very good. Someone had pissed here very recently, and there was moulding food all over the floor. She tried screaming, and the grip tightened, cutting off her breathing.
"Stop screaming!" the lioness hissed, "I'm here to help. My name is Nikola Ebukem."
Louisa stopped struggling and stood very still, and after a few moments the paw was removed. She turned round and looked up at the smuggler.
Nikola was very tall, easily seven feet if she were an inch. Her paws were huge, her fur the light orange of builder's sand. Her small, round ears flickered as she listened for sound of pursuit. Despite her apparent bulk, her face bore little sign of the flabbiness of her body.
Satisfied that she had not been followed, the lioness unbuttoned her dress and slipped out of it. Louisa was surprised to realise that the dress was heavily padded. Beneath the disguise, she was completely naked. Her body was taut and muscular, with a flat stomach and a narrow waist. The stomach was criss-crossed with surgical scars like claw wounds. She caught Louisa's stare and smiled.
"All part of the disguise. I'm sorry I frightened you, but you were going to blow your cover. You're lucky those guards don't have predator senses, because I could smell the fear thirty feet away."
Louisa let out a shiver.
"This is safe, isn't it? I couldn't quite believe it when they told me how you get us across the border."
Nikola grinned.
"Don't worry, I've done this plenty of times and I never lost anyone in there yet." She said, sounding confident and reassuring. She was used to this. Squirrels were jittery at the best of times, and these were bad times indeed.
Louisa smiled weakly at the joke.
"OK, let's get this over with. What do I have to do?"
The sound of gunfire cut across the question, the gate guards shooting an unfortunate fur trying to escape. Both lioness and squirrel ducked down and waited for a moments
Louisa checked the coast was clear and hunkered down so that she could speak closely into Louisa's ear.
"Remove you clothes and smear your body with this."
Louisa was handed a large tub pale pink cream.
"It stops your fur from tickling me, and it will keep you safe while you're inside."
Louisa did as she was told, dumping her cloak, trousers and woollen jumper upon the ground. The lioness delved deep and scooped out a large pawful of the goo, dumping it unceremoniously upon her fluffy tail and rubbing it all over every last hair. Louisa did the same, rubbing the cold, slippery cream all over her arms. Between them, they ensured that every inch of her was coated. She looked ridiculous, and Louisa said so.
"True, but who's going to see you?" agreed Nikola, smearing the last traces of cream around her muzzle. She began to take deep breaths in through her nose and out through her mouth, preparing herself for the effort ahead. Soon, she was ready, and she stooped low over the much shorter squirrel.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
Louisa nodded and closed her eyes tight. She did not see the lioness open her jaws wide, but she felt the rubbery lips surround her muzzle. She let out an involuntary squeak of fear, which was muffled by the muzzle engulfing her own. Nikola put one of the large paws upon the back of the squirrel's head and pushed firmly. Slowly at first, but faster by the second, Louisa felt her entire head being surrounded by warm, wet flesh. Teeth scraped across her ears, but were withdrawn almost as quickly as they touched her. The lips dragged down the back of her head, and her nose nudged the back of Nikola's throat.
The entire situation felt so strange, like a bizarre dream that she expected to wake up from. The lioness let out a rumble, and she felt her shoulders gripped. The broad tongue flexed against her neck, drawing her inwards. The oesophagus sucked at her nose, tight rings that squeezed her muzzle. The large paws held her waist, and she was lifted into the air and still the lioness gulped and gasped, drawing her deeper and deeper inside.
Gravity began to assist now, and she felt the speed of her descent increase. Her entire head was now being pulled down the lioness' distended throat. She relaxed, submitting to the relentless pressure. This was out of her paws now, and if the lioness betrayed her there was nothing she could do. She held her paws over her crotch, trying to make herself as small as possible. She was up to her elbows in the lioness now, and sinking fast. It was so hot inside the Nikola, and so confined. She gave silent thanks that she was not claustrophobic as her head finally began to ease it's way into the smuggler's stomach.
She winced as the pointed teeth scratched the back of her knees. Her upper body was now entirely confined within the dark, bloated stomach. She eased herself around so that her head was finally upright, and blood rushed to her head, making her feel dizzy. Now that the hardest part was over, her legs slid easily down the well stretched throat. With a final groan of effort, her feet slipped down the throat and she was completely confined.
Muscles squeezed her from all directions, and she tried to keep very still and not breathe. The felt movement, and something joined her in the heat and the darkness, breathing apparatus to allow her to survive in the airless atmosphere. She pushed the breathing tube into her muzzle, tasting the bitter bile but forcing herself to ignore it. Louisa gulped down air and hugged her knees, trying to lessen the pressure upon Nikola.
Nikola spoke, the sound strange. She heard it coming from outside, distant and muffled. She also heard it rumble all around her, making her prison shake and twitch all around her. Something prodded the back of her head, and she realised that it was probably one of the lioness' paws.
Nikola looked down at her obscenely stretched belly and smiled, despite the discomfort. She patted her stomach and smiled. "This won't take long."
In the darkness, Louisa had no way to reply. Very gently, she acknowledged the touch by pressing into it for a second. She felt herself sway from side to side as the lioness picked up her dress and pulled out the now useless padding, before pulling it over her head. She moved as quickly as she could, and then waddled out from the alley. The extra weight made walking difficult, but Nikola was strong. She picked her way around the litter and the rubble and joined the queue. Fortunately, it had shrunk considerably. Gunfire had driven away all but the most desperate, and soon the lioness was towering over the two gate guards, staring them down.
"Passport?" demanded one of the two, glaring up at her.
Nikola handed it over without speaking. The guard scrutinised closely, but it was clear that the squirrel was intimidated by her size. He barely glanced at the small red booklet, and threw it back. Inside her stomach, Louisa trembled with fear. She was so close now, and the danger was never greater than now. There was pressure against her back once more as Nikola pressed her paw against her stomach, part reassurance, part instruction to remain still.
The guard handed back the passport and jabbed his thumb in the direction of the road.
"Alright, get lost."
Nikola nodded, and entered the demilitarised zone between the two countries. The other guard sneered and whistled the "Baby Elephant March", which she pretended not to hear. They were almost safe here, for the guards were forbidden to fire here. Despite this, Nikola kept walking, until the road turned the corner and went out of sight. She pushed aside a door, where her two "business partners" were waiting.
"Is she safe? We don't get paid if she's dead!" asked one, a tall lion with a mane that reached all the way to his tail.
Louisa listened to the conversation, and realised that she had survived, escaped from the devastation of her homeland. Many of her friends were dead, but she still lived. There would be time to grieve later, but for now she simply kept calm and waited to be released.
Nikola patted her stomach and grinned.
"Don't worry, she's got enough air to last an hour. Can we hurry this up?"
The second lion nodded. He was shorter and younger, and his mane was cropped short.
"We're prepped and ready. If you get ready, we'll begin the surgery."
Nikola chuckles, making her stomach rumble.
"Don't worry, Louisa. You'll be free very soon."
Inside the warm embrace of her stomach, Louisa nodded.
I already am, she smiled.
In the surreal prison of flesh, Louisa shuffled a little and awaited her rebirth.