You watched in your seat, just another little micro among a small crowd. It was open pole night at the club, one where any pred worth their salt could get up and show off. Your attention in particular was caught wehn a particularly shiny sergal strolled by. At first, you didn't think much of him. His attitude was sultry, his gaze piercing, his frame lithe. Yet, he still easily outclassed your own stature of course. Still you watched, enthralled by the way he lit up the dim room with his soft glow. He smiled over the crowd, unafraid of them whatsoever. "Ladies, gentlemen, who is ready for this night to be their last?"

Say what you will about the species of sergals, they were nimble creatures. You enjoyed as the sergal known as Ester danced around the pole, spinning, actively making a show out of it. The tight bulge between his legs, and that alluring heart were merely accents for this show, rather the main allure being the way he moved his abdomen. It was all for more grace and ferocity, less so for kinky appeal, which was just what those little preythings were looking for. He was certainly luring more than the normal clumsy Rex who was urged on by friends, or the desperate wolf who hadn't attracted a prey in weeks.

The sergal clearly knew how to entertain, and soon enough, he had several prey begging to be his food. Many had put on yellow wristbands, given to them at the start of the show to signal to a dancer that they volunteered to be food if they wanted. Ester chuckled, browsing his catches before his eyes settled onto a sloth. With a gentle pluck, he lifted the fellow into the air, his fur white with the exception of a pink tuft sticking out from his hat. Ester allowed the sloth to sloooowly crawl into his mouth headfirst, closing his jaws around the little guy's waist before speeding up the process. From then on there was little ceremony, Ester lifted his head, guzzling down the sloth with wet swallow after swallow from his skinny neck. Eventually, he was finished with the sloth, his stature returning to one with sultry grace. "Heh... never been one for fast food anyway, but I can't keep all you guys waiting, after all..."

Ester's paws squeaked as he idly walked circles around the pole, each step causing the sloth inside him to sway on his slow descent into his digestive system. Soon enough, he spilled out into the stomach, which clenched tight around his body. With a soft groan, it welcomed him, though his face was dunked in blue slime to begin with. His eyes were dazzled by the bright blue glow inside of Ester, making his already mostly closed eyes squint at the sight. Still, Ester circled, as if a shark in a sea of minnows.

"Once I finish processing my first treat of the evening, I'll need someone else, and then another, and then... well let's just say I don't plan on seeing quite a few of you people here when I come back next month." Ester chuckled. His glowing blue tongue slid over his lips. His hands slid along his curvy abdomen, swaying it all the while. He then turned around, stroking at his exposed thighs. "But I certainly will be seeing this sloth, and many more on my hips tomorrow morning in my bedroom mirror."

His confidence, his attitude, the way that his flesh glowed drew you like a moth to flame. You couldn't contain yourself, and so you pulled out your own yellow band, your heart pounding as you knew such an action meant risking your life. Watching him dance about the pole like that was too much for you. This made it all the more exciting. Ester then pulled off a spin, the pole squeaking more as he arched himself, gripping onto it and curling his tail around it. His nimble body showed itself off. The strong legs clenched around the pole, making you wonder just how many people went into making it.

"Imagine this being the way you were burnt off of me. It has to be someone after all right? Don't you want to help me lure in more of you little guys, so I can just keeeep onnn dancing~?" Ester said, as if he were reading your mind. You swore he looked directly at you when he did. Those piercing eyes were looking at many people though. Far from sight was the sloth, who was busy trying to maintain himself inside Ester's stomach. Though he knew it was a fool's errand, inside the constantly shifting, sloshing, squeezing stomach. He was food now, and he could only enjoy the ride as he was forced to squirm back into an upright position, within Ester's inverted stomach, listening as Ester continued on with his seduction. Sym was just another occupant among many who had slid down for a permanent residency inside the sergal.

"Now... I'm gonna take it slow with the sloth, and gurgle him for a while. In the mean time, I'll pick out whoever I want to eat next. So if you want to see the light of tomorrow, you better take off that yellow band." Ester warned, though many of those wearing yellow bands did not, including yourself. If he chose you to be food, then that's it for you. He chuckled. "Good, then that mean's a lot of you would prefer the light of my insides instead... now to decide..."

He gently twisted around the pole, as if the inversion had no effect on him. He pointed at people, one by one, startling them, making them think their pleasurable doom was sealed. Slowly, his back turned away from you. gently speaking in a sing song voice. "Who's gonna be just another snack for meeeee?"

His turning slowed, and eventually, he stopped right before you. Your heart was practically in your throat, as his piercing eyes gazed over the crowd, but you and him both knew where they would stop. With a teasing finger he slowly pointed into the air, about to declare his next willing victim. With how long he looked at you, you knew that you weren't leaving this place outside of his body. More importantly, you didn't want to.

"You." He said simply, Ester relaxed, smoothly spinning around the pole and back onto his feet, eliciting a few moans from the sloth tucked away inside his abdomen. Ester sauntered over, every follicle of fur swaying. His abdomen was level with your own seat. His hip was cocked with a hand on it, the other hand casually tracing over the fur of the abdomen. "You'll be out in the world until this sloth is digested. Then you'll experience the same thing. Enjoy the time you have outside of me until then."

And with that, he turned around, knowing you wouldn't back out. he had devoured enough people to know that for certain. You let out a soft sigh, waving to the waiter to get you the best drink in this joint. You weren't worried about the price after all. Instead you watched, listening to the grumbles of the sloth digesting, waiting your turn to become sergal pudge like thousands of others before you.

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Heyyy guys I made a new friend named  Symbol who is really cool. He's making his own game and he's gonna release it on my birthday on the 23rd and- oh damnit Ester just ate him well it was fun while it lasted.

Here we have a pic of me actually doing furry things here on Furaffinity and getting art of a fuzzy character, eating fuzzy people, like a normal person. Sym is a little dizzy in there. Though from the look of things, I guess you'll be finding out what that's like too.

So I met  Chewla who is an awesome artist in  Symbol 's discord server (check it out btw, he's making an a fun vore game called Retale, more info in his gallery). She was open for commissions and drew this pic up *the day I asked*! That's some incredible turnout :D. I'm really happy with this pic. Look at the heart on his buuuuulge! Look at them leeegs! Look at those handsome eyessss! Go check out the originial here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/27029513/