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On the planet Salaiya, villages will offer young and vibrant tributes to their bovine deity as an act of worship and to gain favor. One such tribute was a strapping male from a porcine village. When the tributes are sent out they must venture themselves to Salaiya's grand palace of pleasure, braving all the temptations and traps along the way. The pig tribute gave up halfway, no longer able to resist the temptations and offerings and surrendering so completely to the excess of the flesh.
Knowing he could no longer return home, he made a new home for himself in the woods and chose for himself the name Horatio, permanently severing his old life to indulge endlessly as he wanted. Any other tributes that ventured into his village found it difficult to turn down his offers and sat with him. His charming and personable demeanor created an air of comfort and trust, eventually leading them like a leash to surrender to their own aching wants. Those so seduced become permanent members of Horatio's pleasure cult, kept in place only by the shame of their own failure and weakness.
Salaliya eventually became aware of so many tributes failing to show up but could sense a growing well of decadence in the woods. She made her way out into the forest, whose trees and plants parted before their goddess. She found a great orgy, a feast of sights, sounds, food, and sex, the smell of bodies, musk, and fluids filling the air. Freshly picked fruits and vegetables served on platters with grilled and seasoned meats, washed down with dark wine. Moans and song were indistinguishable amid the ecstasy. Salaliya ventured into the writhing mass of flesh, food, and fluids and easily found the one responsible. She lay with him and Horatio cried his goddess's name. She responded to his jubilant praise by calling him by his new name, divinely acknowledging and sanctioning his new identity.
Salaliya blessed Horatio with a nuanced palette, now able to taste far more than just what it touched. Like a serpent, Horatio can taste psychic and spiritual energy. With it came a new hunger to be sated. The practice of vore was introduced to the pleasure cult, though relatively rare in comparison. During orgies, the gathered participants will go into a lusty trancelike haze, no longer thinking, barely existing, and completely awash in rapturous ecstasy. Every so often, they wake up afterward and people are just missing. The remaining revelers just assume someone went inside someone else.
For Horatio, this has an entirely deeper meaning. Horation can also taste when someone is "ready." When he shoves someone down his gullet he can taste their current mental state and the psychic energy they are producing. He doesn't think much of the flavor of fear or anger, but loves the delightful taste of those in the throes of passion, minds numbed and blanked by the smothering pink haze of pleasure and indulgence. Not everyone is able to reach such heights which is why Horatio welcomes new guests to sit alongside him so he can gauge them and figure out if they even can. Those who cannot will be simple participants in the bacchanal. Those who can are watched and prepared like a prized dish. They are plied with food, drink, drug, massage, and song. They are given to the most experienced and skilled sexual artisans, those whose acts of sexual congress are in line with master painters and sculptors, in order to bring them to the absolute heights of what their body and soul can even perceived. Once they are ready, they are unceremoniously plucked from the orgy and shoved down Horatio's throat, who swallows with a sigh of "just right."
Those Horatio swallows are not digested in the normal way. They are absorbed mind, body, and soul into his matter without the use of digestive fluids. While their bodies may be subsumed into his flesh, their souls still circulate, participating in an endless spiritual orgy freed from the limits of the body. Those who have been near Horatio when he feasted and were still able to think have heard the sounds of sex coming from within Horatio's girth. There is speculation on whether he swallowed multiple people who now fornicated inside him, or if the person he swallowed was fornicating with the spirits of his past meals.