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A rabbit goes to pick up her sister from a job interview. The cow receptionist says she’s not here, but the rabbit soon discovers the cow has eaten her. Of course this is crazy; cows aren’t preds.
Story contains Vore, Regurgitation, Multiple Stomachs, and Implied Digestion. I hope you enjoy it.
I’ve been in a writing mood lately, and have several stories at varying levels of complete that I should be posting in the near future. I’m also trying to get back into writing Aliment. I’ve left that story hanging for way to long. And I appreciate everyone who’s had to wait for it. Sorry for the long delays.
As always, comments are appreciated.
A gray bunny opens the door of the office, and looks around the small lobby area. Across the room a Holstein sits behind a desk suited for her large size. She seems to be staring at her phone while chewing her cud. There’s a strange sound in the room that seems to be timed with the cyclical motion of her jaw. A quiet “aAUMn-aAUMn-aAUMn” sound.
“Excuse me,” the rabbit says, walking up to the desk, “I’m looking for my sister.”
The cow stops chewing, and swallows. The rabbit watches the surprisingly large lump travel down the cow’s muscular throat. That strange sound becoming a flat “Aaaaaah” that fades as the lump disappears behind her chest.
“I’m on my lunch break,” the cow huffs, not taking her eyes off her phone.
“I’m-uh, I’m just here to pick up my sister. She had an interview here. Is she done yet?”
There’s a sound of tapping keys. “Name,” the cow says with a hint of annoyance.
“Uh, Lilly… Longfoot. One word, spelled how it sounds.”
“Mm-hmm. Ms. Longfoot was the eleven o’clock interview. Her interview has finished.”
“Well, where is she?”
The cow rolls her eyes, and with an open hand and long sway of an arm gestures over the room. “Not here.”
“Oh-uh, thank you… I won’t disturb you any longer.”
The cow’s eyes return to her phone, and the rabbit can already see a fresh lump of cud moving up the cow’s throat as she turns to leave.
“HEELLLLLPP!!”
The rabbit halts and spins around. “Lilly!?!”
The cow’s eyes are still on her phone. The face and outstretched arm of another gray rabbit sticking out of her lips. She wobbles her dexterous, muscular lips, drawing the rabbit’s face back into her mouth as she yells, “NOOOomph!” Leaving just an outstretched hand and a muffled “AAAAAAAAH!” escaping the cow’s mouth.
The other rabbit watches in stunned horror as the cow’s muscular pale-pink tongue slips past her lips like a slimy eyeless snake, and wraps around her sister’s arm, drawing it back behind the lips with disturbing ease.
She can still hear the constant muffled scream. “AAAAAAAAH!” The cow’s jaw resumes its cyclical chewing motion and the constant scream is masticated into that strange “aAUMn-aAUMn-aAUMn” sound. The cow not really chewing on the rabbit, more absentmindedly rubbing her teeth over her fur; squeezing the rabbit’s jaw shut with each chomp.
The other rabbit is absolutely frozen in shock, listening to that constant “aAUMn-aAUMn-aAUMn-aAUMn-aAUMn” for a few agonizing minutes. She reaches a point where she expects each chomp to be followed by a swallow, but it never comes. The cow just keeps chewing and chewing. It actually allows her to slowly come out of her shock, the ridiculousness of it all.
The rabbit’s shock finally slips away, and she quickly boils over with anger. “LET HER GO!” she shrieks.
The cow’s eyes glance up from her phone. She looks down her nose at the rabbit, still chewing, “aAUMn-aAUMn-aAUMn-”
“STOP IT!”
“aAUMn-aAUMn-aAUMn-”
“I MEAN IT! LET HER OUT, RIGHT! NOW!”
“aAUMn-aAUMn-”
A tod burst through the door behind the cow, “WHAT’S GOING ON OUT HERE!?!?”
“aAUMn-GULK-AAAAAAaaaah” The lump travels back down the muscular throat. The sound of the rabbit’s screams again vanishing behind the bovine’s chest.
“YOUR RECEPTIONIST ATE MY SISTER!”
The tod turned his head toward the cow with a confused look. He turned back to the rabbit with an incredulous look. “My receptionist…The Cow?”
“YES! She ate her right in front of me!”
“Miss, I think you need to leave,” the fox says with a groan in his voice.
“NO! Not until I get my sister back!”
“MA’AM! My receptionist is a cow! An herbivore. Unless your sister’s a salad, she didn’t eat her!”
“SHE DID! SHE-”
“ENOUGH! She’s a cow!! I’ve already had a long day! I missed breakfast, and I haven’t had lunch! Now, we’ve asked you to leave. Either you do that, or I’ll show you the difference between a carnivore and an herbivore.”
The rabbit’s eyes darted between the fox, the cow, and somewhere between them. The fox could see the math running in her eyes, and, deciding this wasn’t worth it anymore, she quickly scurries out through his front door.
The fox straightens his shirt, steadying himself. He turns to his receptionist, “You really shouldn’t be eating the candidates before I’ve made a decision.”
She glances up at him, “I saw her resumé. You weren’t hiring that one anyway.”
“I might’ve wanted her around,” the fox said with an almost defeated sound, not wanting to defend the lie.
“The only thing you wanted her for is for her to fill an open position.”
“Speaking of, this is my last interview before lunch, right?”
“Yes.”
“Are they…”
The cow grabs a paper from her desk, and holds it up to the fox.
He takes it, and examines its contents, “hmm, ‘Cottontail’… and no experience…”
“There’s a reason I scheduled these two around lunch.”
“And that’s why you’re my favorite.”
They both turn to look as they hear the door open. A white bunny steps inside the lobby. “I’m here for the uh, job interview.”
The tod tries to hold back a smile. “Perfect timing. You’re with me.” he gestures with an outstretched arm to the door behind him.
The bunny walks past him and through the door.
He follows her in and swings the door shut. It rattles as it smacks the frame.
Through the wall the cow hears a muffled scream that’s quickly silenced, “AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaa---- ---”
“So much for the interview,” she chuckles. Inside her she feels a soft rumble, and hears a Glurn. It’s not an unusual feeling of food leaving her first stomach and shifting deeper. What is unusual is a sudden tightness, a building pressure, and a rapping feeling of something quickly beating against her guts. It only takes her a confused moment to realize it’s the rabbit. She must’ve half slipped into the next stomach, and now she’s stuck desperately kicking suspended between the organs.
She feels the pressure release, and hears a Gorp followed by a long wet Gloursh as the semi-liquid form of her more traditional meals join the rabbit in filling her next stomach. “I was still chewing that,” she complains. A fresh load of cud already traveling up her muscular throat forming a small bump as it travels. It reaches her mouth and she starts to chew. She recognizes the taste of a salad, though which of her recent meals it was she couldn’t say for sure. She grinds the leafy greens between her teeth. Absentmindedly chewing in a cyclical pattern as she stares at her phone. That little interruption has earned her an extended lunch break.
Story contains Vore, Regurgitation, Multiple Stomachs, and Implied Digestion. I hope you enjoy it.
I’ve been in a writing mood lately, and have several stories at varying levels of complete that I should be posting in the near future. I’m also trying to get back into writing Aliment. I’ve left that story hanging for way to long. And I appreciate everyone who’s had to wait for it. Sorry for the long delays.
As always, comments are appreciated.
A gray bunny opens the door of the office, and looks around the small lobby area. Across the room a Holstein sits behind a desk suited for her large size. She seems to be staring at her phone while chewing her cud. There’s a strange sound in the room that seems to be timed with the cyclical motion of her jaw. A quiet “aAUMn-aAUMn-aAUMn” sound.
“Excuse me,” the rabbit says, walking up to the desk, “I’m looking for my sister.”
The cow stops chewing, and swallows. The rabbit watches the surprisingly large lump travel down the cow’s muscular throat. That strange sound becoming a flat “Aaaaaah” that fades as the lump disappears behind her chest.
“I’m on my lunch break,” the cow huffs, not taking her eyes off her phone.
“I’m-uh, I’m just here to pick up my sister. She had an interview here. Is she done yet?”
There’s a sound of tapping keys. “Name,” the cow says with a hint of annoyance.
“Uh, Lilly… Longfoot. One word, spelled how it sounds.”
“Mm-hmm. Ms. Longfoot was the eleven o’clock interview. Her interview has finished.”
“Well, where is she?”
The cow rolls her eyes, and with an open hand and long sway of an arm gestures over the room. “Not here.”
“Oh-uh, thank you… I won’t disturb you any longer.”
The cow’s eyes return to her phone, and the rabbit can already see a fresh lump of cud moving up the cow’s throat as she turns to leave.
“HEELLLLLPP!!”
The rabbit halts and spins around. “Lilly!?!”
The cow’s eyes are still on her phone. The face and outstretched arm of another gray rabbit sticking out of her lips. She wobbles her dexterous, muscular lips, drawing the rabbit’s face back into her mouth as she yells, “NOOOomph!” Leaving just an outstretched hand and a muffled “AAAAAAAAH!” escaping the cow’s mouth.
The other rabbit watches in stunned horror as the cow’s muscular pale-pink tongue slips past her lips like a slimy eyeless snake, and wraps around her sister’s arm, drawing it back behind the lips with disturbing ease.
She can still hear the constant muffled scream. “AAAAAAAAH!” The cow’s jaw resumes its cyclical chewing motion and the constant scream is masticated into that strange “aAUMn-aAUMn-aAUMn” sound. The cow not really chewing on the rabbit, more absentmindedly rubbing her teeth over her fur; squeezing the rabbit’s jaw shut with each chomp.
The other rabbit is absolutely frozen in shock, listening to that constant “aAUMn-aAUMn-aAUMn-aAUMn-aAUMn” for a few agonizing minutes. She reaches a point where she expects each chomp to be followed by a swallow, but it never comes. The cow just keeps chewing and chewing. It actually allows her to slowly come out of her shock, the ridiculousness of it all.
The rabbit’s shock finally slips away, and she quickly boils over with anger. “LET HER GO!” she shrieks.
The cow’s eyes glance up from her phone. She looks down her nose at the rabbit, still chewing, “aAUMn-aAUMn-aAUMn-”
“STOP IT!”
“aAUMn-aAUMn-aAUMn-”
“I MEAN IT! LET HER OUT, RIGHT! NOW!”
“aAUMn-aAUMn-”
A tod burst through the door behind the cow, “WHAT’S GOING ON OUT HERE!?!?”
“aAUMn-GULK-AAAAAAaaaah” The lump travels back down the muscular throat. The sound of the rabbit’s screams again vanishing behind the bovine’s chest.
“YOUR RECEPTIONIST ATE MY SISTER!”
The tod turned his head toward the cow with a confused look. He turned back to the rabbit with an incredulous look. “My receptionist…The Cow?”
“YES! She ate her right in front of me!”
“Miss, I think you need to leave,” the fox says with a groan in his voice.
“NO! Not until I get my sister back!”
“MA’AM! My receptionist is a cow! An herbivore. Unless your sister’s a salad, she didn’t eat her!”
“SHE DID! SHE-”
“ENOUGH! She’s a cow!! I’ve already had a long day! I missed breakfast, and I haven’t had lunch! Now, we’ve asked you to leave. Either you do that, or I’ll show you the difference between a carnivore and an herbivore.”
The rabbit’s eyes darted between the fox, the cow, and somewhere between them. The fox could see the math running in her eyes, and, deciding this wasn’t worth it anymore, she quickly scurries out through his front door.
The fox straightens his shirt, steadying himself. He turns to his receptionist, “You really shouldn’t be eating the candidates before I’ve made a decision.”
She glances up at him, “I saw her resumé. You weren’t hiring that one anyway.”
“I might’ve wanted her around,” the fox said with an almost defeated sound, not wanting to defend the lie.
“The only thing you wanted her for is for her to fill an open position.”
“Speaking of, this is my last interview before lunch, right?”
“Yes.”
“Are they…”
The cow grabs a paper from her desk, and holds it up to the fox.
He takes it, and examines its contents, “hmm, ‘Cottontail’… and no experience…”
“There’s a reason I scheduled these two around lunch.”
“And that’s why you’re my favorite.”
They both turn to look as they hear the door open. A white bunny steps inside the lobby. “I’m here for the uh, job interview.”
The tod tries to hold back a smile. “Perfect timing. You’re with me.” he gestures with an outstretched arm to the door behind him.
The bunny walks past him and through the door.
He follows her in and swings the door shut. It rattles as it smacks the frame.
Through the wall the cow hears a muffled scream that’s quickly silenced, “AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaa---- ---”
“So much for the interview,” she chuckles. Inside her she feels a soft rumble, and hears a Glurn. It’s not an unusual feeling of food leaving her first stomach and shifting deeper. What is unusual is a sudden tightness, a building pressure, and a rapping feeling of something quickly beating against her guts. It only takes her a confused moment to realize it’s the rabbit. She must’ve half slipped into the next stomach, and now she’s stuck desperately kicking suspended between the organs.
She feels the pressure release, and hears a Gorp followed by a long wet Gloursh as the semi-liquid form of her more traditional meals join the rabbit in filling her next stomach. “I was still chewing that,” she complains. A fresh load of cud already traveling up her muscular throat forming a small bump as it travels. It reaches her mouth and she starts to chew. She recognizes the taste of a salad, though which of her recent meals it was she couldn’t say for sure. She grinds the leafy greens between her teeth. Absentmindedly chewing in a cyclical pattern as she stares at her phone. That little interruption has earned her an extended lunch break.
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Nice one! With their complicated digestive systems and the useful "byproducts" ultimately derived from their predations, there is simply never enough "carno-cow" stories and art. It would be both amusing and ironic if the recently ingested bunny's picture ultimately ends up printed on one those old-time milk cartons with pictures of "missing persons" on them, and it so happens that the very milk inside of some of them happens to be composed of fats and protein that formerly belonged to the very same rabbit on the carton!
... and it's sitting on her sister's table and poured on her cereal.
I haven't used it in a story yet, but I've had the idea that preds would have to file paperwork stating who they ate; ID if they have it, otherwise, description, date & time, and location. That way the police can close missing cases with a conclusion of legal predation. Of course, legal being the operative word, which this is almost certainly not, and if anyone could get away with never filing the paperwork, it would be a predatory herbivore... I suppose you're right, Lilly's going to be on and in a milk carton in a few days (or longer, if she gets stuck in one of the stomachs).
I haven't used it in a story yet, but I've had the idea that preds would have to file paperwork stating who they ate; ID if they have it, otherwise, description, date & time, and location. That way the police can close missing cases with a conclusion of legal predation. Of course, legal being the operative word, which this is almost certainly not, and if anyone could get away with never filing the paperwork, it would be a predatory herbivore... I suppose you're right, Lilly's going to be on and in a milk carton in a few days (or longer, if she gets stuck in one of the stomachs).
Wow. Um. Huff. Holy cow.
I like this story.
I absolutely love the idea of ruminants doing something like this. The descriptions of the sounds her prey were making were fantastic, and added a lot!
And there are so many little details that added to the story. I really love how the cow just kinda... ignores the sister, while continuing to chew her cud. The casualness, the way the fox chased her out, that little moment of the rabbit reassessing her priorities, the banter between the cow and her boss -- it all feels very real, very natural for the world it's taking place in.
This is a great story! Thank you for sharing it!
I like this story.
I absolutely love the idea of ruminants doing something like this. The descriptions of the sounds her prey were making were fantastic, and added a lot!
And there are so many little details that added to the story. I really love how the cow just kinda... ignores the sister, while continuing to chew her cud. The casualness, the way the fox chased her out, that little moment of the rabbit reassessing her priorities, the banter between the cow and her boss -- it all feels very real, very natural for the world it's taking place in.
This is a great story! Thank you for sharing it!
Thank you so much! You just made my day!
This is how I feel with several of your stories. I'm glad I could return the favor.
I've been trying to find the right balance between detailed, and not clunky. Your stories have been a big help with that. I also think it's a lot of fun to think of how these kinds of worlds really work. I'm glad you liked it; the feedback is greatly appreciated.
This is how I feel with several of your stories. I'm glad I could return the favor.
I've been trying to find the right balance between detailed, and not clunky. Your stories have been a big help with that. I also think it's a lot of fun to think of how these kinds of worlds really work. I'm glad you liked it; the feedback is greatly appreciated.
This is such a great concept. Knowing that a loved one is being digested alive in front of you and being totally powerless to intervene, and having to walk away and spending the whole sleepless night thinking about how far along your loved one is in the digestive process and knowing that when you wake up next morning, they will be gone entirely forever.
With ruminant herbivores you never know, it's only the fourth stomach that will digest a live meal, so they could last quite a while. Still, they can only come back from the first stomach, and considering how quick Lilly slipped into the second, I'm sure she'll be there quite soon.
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