This is a story I had wanted to write out for a while now just because I think it could be an interesting concept to do, capturing the first time a creature devours another for the first time. It was a big enough spark of inspiration I was even able to write a longer-ish story than the short quotes I normally do. It's still short, but given how long I've had writer's block, progress is progress.

All thanks to the wonderful  Shikaro for helping me capture this moment with Zephyr.

And naturally credit for creating the species to  CorrieZodori

Aaaand Zephyr belongs me to me.

Story below contains unwilling vore, digestion, reformation, teeny amounts of blood and a needle-sting.

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“Let me out you beast!” A muffled voice shouted from around a rock off the side of the traveled dirt road.

“N-nope.” A voice said through a pant as the Zorgoia reclined, “You... ooof, you earned this for yourself.”

Zephyr closed his eyes as he mentally rewound how he ended up here, trying to distract himself from the squirming and sloshing sensations in his midsection. It wasn't exactly his intention to end up on the side of the road digesting a wolf who was bigger than his britches. So far as he could tell the man was a cutthroat, just a common bandit looking for coin and rewards or bloodshed.

'Twas something of an unfortunate situation for him that he ended up encountering a Zorgoia, Zephyr gave a thinking hrmm as he tried to piece together exactly what happened, so far as his memory remained he simply whited out and next thing he knew had another person sliding halfway down his gullet.

As he mulled, it came back to him piece by piece; the bandit approached him first as he happily walked down the road demanding coin, “money or your life” and all that usual nonsense as bandits do. However the second he felt threatened there was almost a pop in the Zorgoia's mind, eyes sharpened and tail raised, it took but a second for his scorpion-like cap to unravel and reveal the needle inside and find a target on the bandit's arm, and once it did...

Zephyr's face went flush as the sensations came running back to him, the pop of his jaws as they unhinged to take the paralyzed wolf's head, the sensation of fullness as his throat began to widen to take him, guiding him to his fate among the rippling, glowing purple flesh of his digestive system. A meal this big for the first time, testing his body's capabilities to stretch and every second of him being squeezed and guided down echoing through his flesh with a sense of satisfaction he had never felt before.

He snapped back to the here and now as he felt the air force itself from his belly, cheeks puffing up before letting the air escape in a politely contained burp, “Ah... excuse me.” He said as he rubbed his belly, “W-well, at least we're getting this done here and now, I suppose?” He said as he looked down at his belly, and then saw a trickle of blood on his forearm from where the thief's blade must have nicked him.

It was a small, insignificant wound more akin to a papercut, but that just made the realization of it begin to hurt more and made him give a more annoyed huff, slapping his belly in agitation and causing the creature inside to begin to flail and kick and struggle more, poor thing probably thought the wall coming in that hard was the digestion beginning. And then a muffled yell escaped as he probably looked around the purple-glowing innards of the 'Goia and saw that it had already been going on for a bit and he hadn't noticed due to the pain-muting enzymes in his acid.

Zephyr winced a bit, “Can you not be so loud when I do this? It's my first time, I need focus.” He said through a blush, before giving another soft groan of pleasure at the now furious kicking and punching distending his belly from every angle as his prey thrashed in desperation. He liked these sensations, he liked them enough his toes curled and his forepaws went back to his belly, stroking and massaging it to encourage it to churn and digest.

It felt odd to say that it was his first time given his species' reputation, but it was true. His parents never hid it from him, in fact they were rather direct about “the hunger” and how natural and embraceable it should be for a Zorgoia, but they were also proponents of 'time and place' and never preyed on the village they lived in even non-fatally out of gratitude for tolerating a species renowned for eating people whole, and as a result Zephyr had grown up on fruits and market meat.

Not that it didn't make him any more efficient as a predator as he had shown, instinct took over for lack of life experience, and a lifetime of fruit and cut meat didn't make his body any weaker either as he felt his stomach clench down hard with muscular action and the strength of his densely-packed muscle, after which the struggles stopped to tell him in so few words that he had claimed the bandit, a final belch that he couldn't contain in time echoing out and getting a far deeper blush from him.

Now then, as for the next part... he tilted his head and hummed, “How do I prepare to...” He gave another loud sound of consideration, his parents hadn't exactly told him how to prepare to reform prey, he was hoping that meant it would come as naturally as breathing.

While a bandit would be on the side of prey he wouldn't feel guilty about giving a permanent end – under most circumstances at least – it was the first time he would have been doing it by digesting someone, and he needed to figure out how to reform them for safety later... as those thoughts in particular ran through his head he flushed so deep a soft pink began to show through his green fur as he realized it only took one prey to trigger his Zorgoian predator drive and he had every intention of doing this again to someone else, maybe even soon.

As he continued to mull over the thoughts of his new-found instinct and hunger and what it would likely mean for him as he journeyed the world over, the bulge in his belly gradually rounded out as it digested his meal, then began to gradually shrink back to normal size as whatever was inside was simply turned into more purple liquid to soak into his body and nurture him. He had to admit that he felt far more full than he ever did at home, like he wouldn't need to eat for a week.

As he felt his belly empty out entirely and return to normal size, he felt an odd sensation in his mouth, stretched and rolled to his feet. Taking up a stance he exhaled like a practiced expert, expelling a purple cloud of mist from deep in his body that began to gather into a single, humanoid form, save the leather armor and any smallclothes he was wearing which was just more Zorgoia fat like the thief's old body.

The Zorgoia watched with interest as the cloud pieced itself back together and the glow faded, leaving the wolfen bandit standing there dazed and confused.

“Well, I hope you learned your le-” Before Zephyr could even finish his sentence the bandit had gone full sprint down the dirt road stark naked and screaming in terror, likely having flashed to some traumatic memories the second he saw the purple-glowing back of the Zorgoia's throat when he started speaking.

Zephyr just stood there for a second with his head tilted in confusion, all six of his wing-shaped ears flickering, “I guess I should have expected that.” He shook his head and stretched again, letting his noodly body uncoil a few inches before before snapping back to resting, tail happily swaying, “With a reaction like that I think he'll rethink his career choice, less he ends up in another belly, I'll take that as apology enough.” He nodded to himself as he let a gale sweep him up into the sky.

“Although...” He said as he caught eyes on the wolf still sprinting down the road, “I wonder if he'll lead me to any friends if I follow him, could be worth it.” He said with a cheeky, innocent and cute smile as the cap of his tail opened a bit to show the toxin needle inside.

“I think I have room for seconds, thirds, maybe fourths.”