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Entry #2 for Voretober 2021, Mint! I had to cut this one a bit shorter than I wanted since I'm having a busy day, but I'm rather content with how this one turned out! Hope you guys enjoy.
As always, any critique or comment is more than welcome!
Guoorgle...
"That was... a nice meal."
Two stuffed stoners sat together on a sofa, idly watching sloth documentaries on National Geographic as they rejoiced in the decadence of the munchies. Wallowing in between discarded wraps of burgers and burritos, a rat and a raccoon enjoying their golden years in their own junkie way.
"Dude, word." The raccoon was shirtless, a couple of cargo shorts were the only thing covering up his grey fluff, that and a pair of tattered socks. One of his hands reached for his stomach, scratching it idly as it digested what he thought was a week's worth of food.
"Yeaaah, that burger was endless. I swear that I took bite after bite and... the thing just didn't... stop... being there." The smaller rat moved his hands in front of him as he spoke as if he was making it easier to picture an infinite burger like that. His belly was proportionally rounder, due to his size it was probably easier to stuff himself to the brim.
"That's just because you grabbed one of my burgers, dunce. Of course, you won't dent a burger your own size." A chubby finger scratched the rat's back as carefully as a stoned raccoon could. The bigger trash panda looked at the ceiling, making some movements with his mouth as he licked in between his teeth. "Dammit, can't get... this stuff... out."
"What's the matter, fatass?" The rat walked up to his friend, scaling up his friend's fat leg until he rested on his lap. He could see the enormous, furred stomach right in front of him, jail for probably a sizable amount of burgers and burritos, all churning up into unrecognizable digestive mush.
"Ugh... I can't get something out from between my teeth. I think there's some cartilage stuck in there from the meat. Shit..." He looked down at this friend, hand-sized, no, bite-sized. A peculiar idea formed in his head. "Dude, can you help me out?"
"What, want me to bring you some toothpicks? I can get them here in 10 minutes."
"No no, but. Picture this. You can be THE toothpick." The raccoon was still quite buzzed from the weed, making exaggerated expressions as he spoke.
"Duuude..." Probably anyone else would've outright rejected. "That sounds brilliant!" But not a stoned rat.
"Yeah... C'mere." The bigger mammal had thrown any forethought out the window by this point, not even stopping to consider risks and consequences. He grabbed his smaller friend like a simple snack and just chucked him into his saliva lathered mouth, keeping it open for convenience.
Things happened too fast for the smaller animal to process appropriately. Consequences and risks were of no matter either, as he just stood up in the slimy maw as best as he could, taking care not to slip and fall over the slobbery tongue. He stared in awe at the rows of teeth, caked in different pieces of food and ingredients. The stench wasn't so horrid, it wasn't like a morning mouth where the saliva had been fermenting for hours without change. Despite being incredibly gross, it still reeked of food, the natural stench of saliva almost indistinguishable for a stoned animal. Despite this, his bantering comments still flowed akin to a river.
"Yo, dude, you should get a mint. Stat. It reeks in here!" The tongue moved beneath him as the raccoon thought, thinking it a nice idea. The whole place shook as the cavelike mammal stood up, searching for menthol candy. Gross gurgles emanated from the back of his mouth, his throat, as he moved around, the digested remains of food down in his stomach piling up more compactly and letting air squirm up. A disgusting burbling could be heard before a thundering roar bellowed in front of the rat, as he held onto a molar to stand up against the intense gastric winds.
Huuuooorp!
A disgusting belch roared from the raccoon's mouth. Any empathy for his friend had been cut off thanks to his hazy mind. He patted his stomach once, twice, as if congratulating it for a job well done. He found a packet of mints, popping one in his mouth and heading back for the sofa.
"Mmmm... Intense." Disgusting slurps could be heard as he threw around the candy in his mouth, tasting the intense taste and fresh breath he got. He pushed both mints against his cheeks suckling and tasting both of them heartily, saliva piling in his mouth. Both? He thought he'd only popped one. Weird. Well, anyway, he threw his head back, letting the contents in his mouth pile up over his throat with a muffled squeak, and gulped everything down heartily, letting his body take over. He felt the squirming bulge travel down his throat and disappear behind his chest, eventually plopping out into his full stomach.
"Yo, Rascal, these mints are banging. I can totally feel them like, moving and stuff."
No response. His stomach gurgled, working idly as it digested its contents indiscriminately.
"Uh... Rascal?"
As always, any critique or comment is more than welcome!
Guoorgle...
"That was... a nice meal."
Two stuffed stoners sat together on a sofa, idly watching sloth documentaries on National Geographic as they rejoiced in the decadence of the munchies. Wallowing in between discarded wraps of burgers and burritos, a rat and a raccoon enjoying their golden years in their own junkie way.
"Dude, word." The raccoon was shirtless, a couple of cargo shorts were the only thing covering up his grey fluff, that and a pair of tattered socks. One of his hands reached for his stomach, scratching it idly as it digested what he thought was a week's worth of food.
"Yeaaah, that burger was endless. I swear that I took bite after bite and... the thing just didn't... stop... being there." The smaller rat moved his hands in front of him as he spoke as if he was making it easier to picture an infinite burger like that. His belly was proportionally rounder, due to his size it was probably easier to stuff himself to the brim.
"That's just because you grabbed one of my burgers, dunce. Of course, you won't dent a burger your own size." A chubby finger scratched the rat's back as carefully as a stoned raccoon could. The bigger trash panda looked at the ceiling, making some movements with his mouth as he licked in between his teeth. "Dammit, can't get... this stuff... out."
"What's the matter, fatass?" The rat walked up to his friend, scaling up his friend's fat leg until he rested on his lap. He could see the enormous, furred stomach right in front of him, jail for probably a sizable amount of burgers and burritos, all churning up into unrecognizable digestive mush.
"Ugh... I can't get something out from between my teeth. I think there's some cartilage stuck in there from the meat. Shit..." He looked down at this friend, hand-sized, no, bite-sized. A peculiar idea formed in his head. "Dude, can you help me out?"
"What, want me to bring you some toothpicks? I can get them here in 10 minutes."
"No no, but. Picture this. You can be THE toothpick." The raccoon was still quite buzzed from the weed, making exaggerated expressions as he spoke.
"Duuude..." Probably anyone else would've outright rejected. "That sounds brilliant!" But not a stoned rat.
"Yeah... C'mere." The bigger mammal had thrown any forethought out the window by this point, not even stopping to consider risks and consequences. He grabbed his smaller friend like a simple snack and just chucked him into his saliva lathered mouth, keeping it open for convenience.
Things happened too fast for the smaller animal to process appropriately. Consequences and risks were of no matter either, as he just stood up in the slimy maw as best as he could, taking care not to slip and fall over the slobbery tongue. He stared in awe at the rows of teeth, caked in different pieces of food and ingredients. The stench wasn't so horrid, it wasn't like a morning mouth where the saliva had been fermenting for hours without change. Despite being incredibly gross, it still reeked of food, the natural stench of saliva almost indistinguishable for a stoned animal. Despite this, his bantering comments still flowed akin to a river.
"Yo, dude, you should get a mint. Stat. It reeks in here!" The tongue moved beneath him as the raccoon thought, thinking it a nice idea. The whole place shook as the cavelike mammal stood up, searching for menthol candy. Gross gurgles emanated from the back of his mouth, his throat, as he moved around, the digested remains of food down in his stomach piling up more compactly and letting air squirm up. A disgusting burbling could be heard before a thundering roar bellowed in front of the rat, as he held onto a molar to stand up against the intense gastric winds.
Huuuooorp!
A disgusting belch roared from the raccoon's mouth. Any empathy for his friend had been cut off thanks to his hazy mind. He patted his stomach once, twice, as if congratulating it for a job well done. He found a packet of mints, popping one in his mouth and heading back for the sofa.
"Mmmm... Intense." Disgusting slurps could be heard as he threw around the candy in his mouth, tasting the intense taste and fresh breath he got. He pushed both mints against his cheeks suckling and tasting both of them heartily, saliva piling in his mouth. Both? He thought he'd only popped one. Weird. Well, anyway, he threw his head back, letting the contents in his mouth pile up over his throat with a muffled squeak, and gulped everything down heartily, letting his body take over. He felt the squirming bulge travel down his throat and disappear behind his chest, eventually plopping out into his full stomach.
"Yo, Rascal, these mints are banging. I can totally feel them like, moving and stuff."
No response. His stomach gurgled, working idly as it digested its contents indiscriminately.
"Uh... Rascal?"
Category Story / Vore
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