11 Years Ago:

Magic permeated nearly all aspects of life, though modern technology still remained superior in ways magic couldn’t match. Long distance communication was the most notable instance, as magic required living creatures to facilitate it, and grew exponentially more difficult with distance. As such, things like telecommunication and digital entertainment were commonplace.

Bea, only 9 years old, found himself sitting in his living room, enjoying the television while relaxing on the couch after having eaten dinner. The young sheep wore soft silk pajamas, his thick wool in need of shearing as it bulged beneath his clothes. It was late into the evening, his parents having gone out to dinner for their anniversary, leaving only him and his sister, lacking a babysitter due to Lucy’s insistence on her maturity.

Bea never minded when his sister, older by 1 year, took charge. He loved her deeply and knew she felt the same about him, and considering sheep were notoriously submissive species, Bea would happily follow anyone or go along with anything if whoever suggested it seemed at least moderately confident.

The sheep sat glued to the television, playing some mundane rerun of a cartoon that soon ended. The room was dark, having been previously illuminated by the sun and the television, while only the latter currently remained. Bea was always a bit of the frightful sort, though the knowledge that his sister was in her room within earshot put him at ease.

Once the cartoon ended, he looked back over the couch at a clock in the kitchen, narrowing his eyes and making out the number 8:30. That was his bedtime. Lucy was meant to make certain that her little brother fulfilled his responsibilities, though she was in her room, likely on her phone. Nonetheless, Bea was obedient and decided to put himself to bed.

He looked around for the remote, hopping off the couch and feeling the device beneath his feet as it clicked a few buttons. The television didn’t receive many channels, certainly not the more expensive pornographic and fetishistic kinds with channels meant to tantalize the adult audience and more youth targeted programming designed to awaken specific fetishes within the children watching. As such, Bea’s viewing experience was limited to a few child friendly, clean channels, of which the television did not turn to.

Instead, the screen swapped to a channel Bea was unfamiliar with. A large green field with an assortment of feral animals, as well as a narrator mid sentence was presented. The camera focused on a flock of sheep, while the narrator spoke:

“Sheep are a likely candidate. The size of their flocks makes for easy prey for the predators.”

Bea didn’t pay much mind to the narrator of the nature documentary, simply recognizing that he shared a species with the feral sheep displayed, and enjoying the kinship he felt with them, even if he himself was an anthro. Nonetheless, the documentary was primarily focused on wolves, and soon the camera shifted to the large canines as they stalked the sheep.

The very sight of the feral wolves, their sharp teeth, narrowed eyes, massive statures, made the young sheep’s heart beat out of his chest, but he couldn’t tear his eyes from the television. His instincts went haywire, telling him to run or to call for help, but his eyes wouldn’t dare even blink, and so he watched as the flock of sheep were circled, then mauled by the wolves in a rather gruesome display.

The documentary was professional, so the camera work and narrator spared Bea some of the more gratuitous details, but still the lamb couldn’t help but grab a pillow as he sat back on the couch, holding it close to his body in a tight hug, his legs curled close to his chest, all while his body quivered in fear.

Despite the strong emotions, he couldn’t stop watching, mostly ignoring the narrator as the documentary about the wolf was burned into his memory. Again and again, he watched the pack of predators eat their prey, those moments being the most memorable and the most frightful. He wasn’t certain how long his attention was locked onto the television, only obstructed once a figure stepped out in front of it.

“Bea! It’s almost 9 o’clock! You were supposed to be in bed by 8:30!”

His sister spoke, though his eyes didn’t look up to meet her, his chin still held against the pillow he hugged in a death grip. Lucy turned off the television and turned on the light, not paying much attention to whatever her little brother was watching. Though, his demeanor was definitely odd, his eyes locked forwards while his quick breaths and shaking body showed a clear sign of fear.

“Bea…? Are you ok…?”

She bent over a bit to meet his eyes, seeing them filled with tears, though his pupils at least focused on hers as she stared. She sat beside him, rubbing his back softly and leaning in close, then holding her arms around him in a hug.

“Hey… listen, there’s nothing to be afraid of, alright? It’s just you and me here, I’ll keep you safe.”


9 Years Ago

Bea, now 11 years old, found himself wandering through the halls of his elementary school. It seemed normal enough, at least at first, though no matter how hard he looked, nobody else seemed to be present. The halls and classrooms were empty and all the lights were off, leaving only dim moonlight to pour through various windows, though somehow, despite the scarcity of windows in many of the halls, the entire area seemed illuminated by moonlight.

Walking through the halls felt equally lonely and eerie, though recognizable locations such as classrooms and hallways were quite notable, he even found his locker as he began looking for it. Eventually, he peered into the cafeteria, a massive open area he found to be empty, though all the foldable tables were set out, strangely. 

The very first sign of life and movement came from inside the cafeteria, standing at the very center on one of the tables, stygian black fur bathed in moonlight, stood a massive feral wolf, turned away from Bea. Its form was hulking, its unkept fur making it seem even larger than it truly was, while its body appeared to twitch and shift, as if made of shadows that danced in the moonlight.

Bea froze up, his head going light and his heart beginning to race upon laying eyes on the beast. In this moment, he was no longer a student or child of any sort, he was simply prey for the monster before him. Slowly, he began to walk backward, careful not to make a sound. He was certain the door was just behind him, though soon his back ran into a solid wall. 

He let out a gasp at the impact, but looked to both sides, seeing the door a few yards to his left instead. But as he looked back to the wolf, he found his body had shifted, now turned directly towards Bea, his yellow eyes boring deep into his soul. The canine let out a growl that resonated throughout the cafeteria, pure malice resonating from the feral sound.

Bea couldn’t stand the sight, fear welling up inside him as he suddenly sprinted towards the door. His quick footfall was accompanied by the sound of the wolf leaping from table to table towards the sheep, their chase beginning. Luckily Bea exited the cafeteria first, slamming the large door behind him on the wolf.

As he sprinted through the halls, he heard a howl resonate through the school, followed by many more from different parts of the building, each one sending his heart racing. For the life of him, he couldn’t find the exit. Every hallway looked the same, all turning down into different, identical halls. Every time there was a fork in the road, he’d look both directions, but more often than not, one of the halls would have a massive feral wolf sprinting down it, coming to claim its prey, sending him running down the other.

This culminated when he reached a three way intersection, looking to the left and seeing a wolf stood in the way, though as he turned to the right, he nearly ran into another wolf similarly blocking his passage. Looking back, the first wolf was still chasing him, forcing him to fall back against the lockers between the intersection, finally trapped. As the wolf reached its target, its snarling mouth dripping with saliva, it lunged at Bea, its long, sharp teeth and large, dripping maw the last thing he saw.

The sheep jolted awake in his bed. His breaths were frantic while his wool and pajamas was damp with sweat. He looked around and reorientated himself. He was in his bedroom, not the school, though it certainly was night time, the clock reading 2:35 am. He almost felt like crying from the sheer panic the dream induced. 

He knew he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep, even the thought of closing his eyes felt dangerous, as if resigning himself to death. His room had too many doors a massive wolf could jump out of at any moment, and he could do nothing but get mauled. Of course he’d never actually met any feral wolves in real life. He actually knew a few anthro wolves from school but they were quite friendly. Nonetheless, he couldn’t suppress this fear.

Luckily he was not without recourse, hopping up from his bed and grabbing his favorite pillow. He dragged the pillow silently across the hall to his sisters room, staying quiet so as to not wake their parents. He approached her bed, her figure distinctly outlined by the sheets, and soon nudged her shoulder gently.

“Lucy?” He waited for a response, and though she shifted slightly, she didn’t wake up. He nudged her again. “Hey Lucy?”

At his second nudge and whisper, she roused herself awake, looking around the room and finding the face of her little brother. Her eyes focused in the darkness. She then glanced at the clock, then back to Bea.

“Had another nightmare?”

“Y-Yeah… can I please sleep with you again?”

She didn’t even need to consider the question, already shifting over in her somewhat small bed, resting on one side before she raised the blanket up, allowing Bea to climb in. He obliged, lying down beside her, finding himself spooned by his sister as she held him close in her embrace. Both of them were quite young, neither of their sexual drives developed yet, and with a comparatively low amount of sexual exposure, there was no form of lustful desire here.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“N-No thanks…”

Bea never talked about his nightmares. He found it rather embarrassing that he had them in the first place, but talking to his sister about it seemed remarkably taboo.

“Alright. You know I looked up some stuff that might help.”

“Y-You don’t need to do that, Lucy… I promise I’ll grow out of it.”

“Don’t worry, I actually think it’s kinda fun. I’ll try a few therapy techniques with you tomorrow and we’ll-yawn-see how it goes.”

“O-Ok… goodnight, Lucy. Love you.”

“Goodnight Bea, I love you too.”


7 Years Ago

Bea, now 13, had long since stopped having nightmares. At times he dreamed about the wolf, it was a somewhat common recurrence, but it was never as viscerally terrifying as before. Under the guidance of Lucy, who just as well was guided by whatever free therapy advice she could find online, he’d learned to get over his fear.

Lucy found herself impassioned by assisting her brother, and soon began to study rather intently everything she could about therapy. It started as simply a psychological practice, but her focus soon turned spiritual. The mind, body, and soul of a person each had their own health needs, and Lucy believed the spirit of an individual was of the greatest importance. 

The body and mind were susceptible to magic, while the soul was the only tool most people had that could interact with magic directly. As such, she believed it superseded both other facets of life. She began practices that would increase her spiritual health, though these were mostly hobbies rather than anything serious.

Most notably was a rather bulky pair of goggles she wore. The goggles glowed blue and looked rather ridiculous on her, looking more belonging to a steampunk fantasy cosplay rather than something someone would wear casually. Notably, though, these goggles allowed her to see into the spiritual world.

The spiritual world, or in scientific terms, the soul field, was a pervasive aspect of the normal world. With the goggles, she sees people’s souls rather than the people themselves, with each soul looking unique. Of course, with how untrained the sheep was, she had very little idea what she was looking at beyond simple blobs of color and the assertion that somehow these visuals were reflective of a person’s spiritual self.

It similarly did not help that these goggles were quite cheap, as she’d purchased them with her own money, gained from doing chores and such. They presented a heavily truncated view of the soul field, showing only the spirits of others nearby and any extremely notable spiritual entities, so the idea of using these as a substitute for sight was nonsensical, yet Lucy was determined to understand the spiritual world to the point of wearing these ridiculous looking goggles at almost all times.

As a result, she had to walk close to her parents, held by their hands at all times in public, with any finer movements guided by them. They were tolerant of her insistence, and she certainly tried not to cause problems, but even then it was far from perfect. For example, Bea’s family was currently walking through a big box store, Bea walking a few feet ahead of his family, examining all the different items they had in stock when his attention was turned by the sound of various plastic boxes falling to the ground.

Each aisle was sorted, of course, with this aisle being for toys and other childish items, and though Bea was 13 years old, he still had a passing fascination with things like stuffed animals or toys. Bea turned back and saw his sister looking a bit embarrassed, glancing vaguely towards the sound she caused, her hip having bumped into the plastic packaging of an action figure, sending a collection of them tumbling from the shelf. She held a deep blush, sliding up her goggles for a moment to see what happened.

“Lucy,” their father began as he began picking up the spilled toys “can you please take those off while we’re walking?”

Their parents never got mad to the point of yelling, sheep were too timid for such outbursts of anger, but disappointment was quite common.

“I-I’m sorry, I thought I was still in the center of the aisle. B-But I’m learning so much from looking at all the other people here, I just… got distracted.”

“Can’t you learn at home?” their mother chimed in

“But… I think it’s better to learn here… and I always run into furniture at home… please, I promise I’ll be more careful!”

Their father gave a sigh as he shared a glance with his mother, both of them not wanting to see their daughter disheartened from following her passion.

“Alright, but if one more thing gets spilled, you’ll have to take them off.”

“Thank you!” Lucy said as she hugged her father on the ground, then turned to hug her mother. At which point she returned her hand to her mother’s grasp and put back on her goggles.

While this conversation was occurring, Bea was mostly distracted by the various other items in the aisle. His eyes got caught on the assortment of stuffed animals lining the shelves. There were stuffed animals of almost every animal that could be purchased online, though when it came to stocking physical stores, only the most popular animals were afforded shelf space. Rabbits were a mainstay, being the most heavily overpopulated animal in the world, while still being an icon from not only sexual stamina and endurance, but also their soft fur and cuddly nature. 

Magical properties always made toys more expensive, with extra magical features adding additional cost, to the point where the highest priced plushies in the world were little more than anthros that either willingly or through punishment, were transformed, and at times mind controlled, into friendly, cuddly plushies to be purchased online for a permanent friend, pet, or slave.

Bea checked the tags of a few of these plushies, noticing the symbol indicating a mundane item among the rest of the information. These were quiet cheap, and while Bea had a rather large stuffed animal collection already, mostly consisting of prey species of various size and species, his eyes instantly went to the plushies of wolves.

They seemed so recognizable yet distinct. The same species that terrorized his dreams a few years ago, yet presented in just as cuddly a manner as the rest of these animals. It was almost entrancing, the dark fur and yellow eyes, the large paws and tail. He couldn’t take his eyes off it, and before he even realized what he was doing, he’d picked up the stuffed animal off the shelf, bringing it back to his parents with a simple question he’d asked dozens of times before, and just like almost every time before, he was answered positively.

“Could I please have this plushie?”


5 Years Ago

It had been a few years since Lucy began looking into the spiritual world, and slowly she became adjusted to its sights and learnings, investigating each of the intricacies of the soul. She was rather well versed in spiritual therapy now, far from a trained professional, but good enough to give at least some general advice to anyone who needs it.

Just as notable, the goggles had become obsolete a few months ago on her 16th birthday when her parents gifted her a far higher quality, and far more expensive, tool to gaze into the soul field. It was a simple mask made from the ancient wood of a specific type of magically enchanted tree grown from sacred ground.

The exact lore behind the material and its importance were something Lucy explained to Bea on multiple occasions, able to track its lineage back multiple centuries, but the young sheep was never able to follow the intricate story she tried to convey. The mask itself was extremely rare, though similarly rare were people who actually required such a tool. Even adamant soul healers, an outdated title Lucy insisted upon using for how cool it sounded, even if in the modern day it just meant therapists with a spiritual specialization, didn’t require a tool with such intense spiritual acuity. The low supply and low demand put the object just within the price range of her family.

The new mask allowed her to see not only the souls of others with greatly increased clarity, looking more like an abstract painting rather than a randomly shifting pool of mixed paint, but also see the very flow of magic itself, as well as all manner of spiritual entities, some of which she openly communed with to divine wisdom, or simply for her own enjoyment. Many spirits were rather lonely, after all, and loved communicating with the living.

Far more useful though, was her ability to view, on a very basic level, what she learned was referred to as the noosphere. The noosphere was an aspect of the spiritual world comprised of the memories of others. Some people who were specialized in this esoteric phenomenon could do particularly odd and extremely powerful magic, but for Lucy, it simply provided her with a way to maneuver.

All around her, she could see the world from the memories of others, though all in a distinctive silvery monochrome. If many people remembered an item in a certain place, it would appear in that place to her as a solid object, even if it wasn’t really there. She could clearly see the ground and almost all buildings, but moving objects were essentially invisible to her. Luckily things like cars always were identifiable by the souls she could see within them.

Doors were the best example most often given when explaining the noosphere. Doors almost always had a partial transparency to them, as people knew the doors were there, but their memories of the door being opened mixed with the ones of it closed, forcing it to leave only a partial mark on the noosphere.

Parking lots, despite almost always being full, always appeared completely empty to Lucy, as the cars always came and went throughout the days. Similarly, things like cracks or holes in the sidewalk were completely invisible to her, as they were usually too recent and seen by too few people to leave a mark on the noosphere.

Since she’d received the mask, her accidental collisions with various objects were heavily reduced. She’d only removed the mask once since she’d gotten it, that being at a doctor’s appointment, where she learned using the mask so much was beginning to damage her vision. If she ever decided to abandon the mask, she’d need glasses to see with her previous acuity, at least until her eyes healed, if they ever did.

Though she could navigate at least partially well, she was absolutely not legally allowed to operate any type of vehicle, especially not while currently wearing the mask. Even when walking, her parents urged her to stay with someone in case there was something she didn’t notice. As such, she found herself walking with her little brother beside her.

They were walking home from school, and as usual, the wolf plushie, which had quickly become his favorite toy, stuffed into Bea’s bag as a good luck charm and form of encouragement. They’d done this thousands of times before, but in the recent months, as the both of them went through puberty, Bea found himself thinking a few new things about his sister.

For one, she was growing to be quite the attractive young woman, something she knew rather well. Though she specialized in spiritual health, she also emphasized her own mental and physical health more than most people did. She adhered to a strict schedule and diet, exercising regularly and eating foods to stay in good health.

Self actualization was a concept she discussed often with Bea, though with all the random therapy terms she often through out, he could hardly keep up. He usually assumed the idea of ‘self actualization’ was just a fancy way of saying self confidence, something Lucy had in spades.

She began to wear more revealing clothing, nothing outright slutty like a few of their more promiscuous classmates, but enough to show a tantalizing amount of skin. This usually meant crop tops and shorts on warmer days, and keyhole sweaters and tight sweatpants on cooler days. 

She showed just enough skin to leave most of their male classmates tantalized by her appearance, and seeing as it was the natural instinct of many anthros to seek out females in good health, she was a prime target for flirtation. She had a few temporary relationships, though she was usually the one to break them off after her boyfriend or girlfriend gave up on the strict, healthy lifestyle she so diligently abided by.

She even lost her virginity on her 16th birthday to her most recent relationship. One of the kind young wolves Bea knew from elementary school had grown up to be quite the athlete, his confidence and athleticism being enough to swoon his older sister, and after gifts were opened and party festivities were concluded, the two retreated to the woman’s bedroom and made passionate love.

Even Bea found his sister attractive, her well groomed wool always shorn close to her body, clear sections shorn clean to expose the black skin beneath in enticing patters, as if begging the eyes to investigate further. He often gave kind compliments to his sister, and though these words at times mentioned her appearance, he was never lustful towards her. Though there was just a year of age difference between them, she seemed decades more mature.

“So do children have smaller souls than adults?”

Bea often asked these idle questions that he didn’t really care about just to continue their conversations, as he liked hearing his sister talk so passionately.

“Yep. They’re smaller, but it’s usually not a problem, cause they tend to lack a few things that adults have.”

“What about shotas or lolis?” Those two words were used to indicate males and females who were technically adults but underwent age regression to look like children

“Unless they take the proper precautions, their souls can be a bit big for their small bodies. It can cause some problems, usually chaotic magic as the soul produces arcane energy but has nowhere to store it.”

“So what then?”

“You know that’s a pretty common conversation. Tons of people try to make these big permanent choices like age regression or transformation without talking with a therapist first. At least, that’s what I’ve read online. The best option is that they’ll be attuned enough with their soul to not give up anything, but that requires actual effort and sticking to a healthy lifestyle. So either they get some magic item that can supplement all the extra aspects of their soul that the body can’t store, or something’s gotta give.”

“What sorta magic items?”

“Well, it’s gotta be something they can carry with them most of the time. For age regression, things like a reusable diaper, a stuffed animal, or even a pacifier are pretty common.”

“So what if they don’t? What ‘gives’, like you said?”

“Well, there are 3 parts to the soul: instinctual, magical, and sexual. One of those is gonna end up getting stuffed if your body gets too young for your soul. Meditation and stuff can help them make the choice more directly.”

“So people can just lose those things when they turn young?”

“Well… not really. Instincts, magic, and sex drives are aspects of all animals. They exist in the mind, not the soul. The parts of the soul just help control the things, they aren’t the origin of them. So without the instinctual part of the soul, you’ll get a lot dumber, sorta acting on impulse rather than thinking things through. Sexual is similar, you’ll essentially be sent into a sex craze, constantly horny all the time, like it’s all you can think about. Stunting those two parts of the soul is how the mental aspect of bimboification works, actually, if you’ve heard about that.”

“Bimboification…?”

Bea was never very interested in the sexual world, having yet to find anything that entices him like it entices others.

“Uh… don’t worry about it. Anyway, losing the magical aspect doesn’t make you lose magic, you just lose your control over it. Depending on how much is lost, you may have some chaos magic here and there whenever your other two drives get uppity, or you may be left completely mundane while your magic runs wild on every whim you have.”

“So… if someone is young, that whole sexual control aspect is just gone?”

“Yeah, but it’s not as weird as you make it out to be. It’s just the fetish that develops last. Newborns have a very basic soul without any internal controls, but they soon develop instinctual control, then comes intellectual, and sexual last. Usually, all three aspects of the soul are present after puberty begins.”

“Does that include me?”

“Yep. You got all three. Your sexual one is even a bit flavorful, but still dormant.”

“...Flavorful?”

“Means you found something you like. If someone finds something they particularly enjoy, it’ll leave a mark on them. Could be a hobby, a topic of interest, or a fetish. Pursuing these things is good for the soul as an act of self actualization.”

“But I haven’t found anything I like…”

“You have, you just don’t know it yet. That’s why everything seems boring, you just haven’t been seeking out what you enjoy. Maybe it’s from some cartoon you watched as a kid or something you read in a textbook left a mark. I can’t really see where these things come from, just the marks they leave.”

“So… what is it then? I mean if I like it I should seek it out, right? I mean… maybe you could even help with it… just for health purposes and all that.”

“Umm… I don’t think I’ll be able to help you with this one… it’s not really something I can do myself. I can point you in the right direction, though. I know you aren’t really into all the sexual stuff, but have you ever heard of vore?”

“Vore…? I uh… I don’t think so. I’ve heard of like carnivores and herbivores…”

Lucy took a long breath

“Hoo boy… ok uh… this is gonna be difficult to explain, and it’s not gonna make a lot of sense at first. So you know how-”

Lucy suddenly paused in her explanation, her gaze going into a collection of nearby greenery. They were walking along a path in a nearby forest back to their house, and Lucy’s eyes were suddenly locked on something behind a collection of thick brushes.

“Lucy…?”

“Shh… get low… make yourself look small…”

 Bea had no idea what Lucy was going on about, but he obliged, mimicking her movements as she crouched down, bending over a bit then kneeling on the ground to seem as unimposing as possible. They went quiet, the younger sheep watching the older as she looked towards the brush. Suddenly she let out a soft whistle.

“Hey… c’mere, I won’t hurt you… who’s a good boy?”

She spoke in a soft, comforting voice, tapping the ground in front of her. She continued her little display for a minute or so, until with a small perturbance of the greenery, a small pup jumped from the bushes. He looked no more than a few weeks old, clearly quite hungry, and just as clearly very scared.

It remained on guard as it approached her, quivering with every step, but soon Lucy began to pet the small creature and it found itself at ease. After a few minutes of comforting the pup with her words and touch, she picked it up.

“It doesn’t look like its parents are around anywhere… Let’s take it home, we’ll see if anyone lost a pup.”


2 Years Ago

More and more weekends were spent scouting college campuses, typically involving Lucy driving up to the location with one of their parents, leaving Bea alone without his best friend. Louis, the dog they’d found just 2 years ago, was now a familiar and seeing eye dog for Lucy, having a mental connection that allowed her to see through his eyes as well as control him. Now 18, he’d learned quite a bit of autonomy over the years, even having his own laptop and smartphone, so he had plenty of ways to keep entertained.

Of course ever since being introduced to vore by his sister, he was at first almost repulsed by the idea, both frightened and disgusted at the concept of being eaten. The pornography was similarly offputting. Large galleries of predators with engorged stomachs, some distended to the point of outlining distinct body parts of the prey was at first repulsive to Bea. He couldn’t imagine the discomforting sounds of gurgling and churning that their stomachs made, and much less could he bear to conceptualize actually being in someone’s stomach. It would feel dark, wet, and cramped, likely smell awful, and all the sounds of bodily functions would be amplified tenfold.

But of course, he did begin to imagine it. Tentatively at first, then obsessively the more he went down the rabbit hole. The once disgusting sounds of digestion became almost enticing to hear. The audio was hypnotically sporadic, the beautiful randomness of biology creating an entrancing symphony of gastrology, each sound indicative of a unique digestive process. 

And to be inside another’s stomach must truly have been heaven. To feel the warm walls hugging you close, kept safe by a trusted predator as the soft, rhythmic thumping of their heart lulled him to sleep, accompanied by the soothing motions of their footsteps. There was no closer one could possibly be with their partner than through vore.

The entire fetish was tantalizing, though Bea’s exploration was stunted by his tentative nature. He trusted very little people, the submissive sheep he was, and though he fantasized more than a few times about being vored by his sister, she asserted that, on a spiritual level, vore was a sacred act between predators and prey, and she didn’t wish to go through the process of transformation, nor the hassle of acquiring all the necessary runes to facilitate vore.

She encouraged him to seek out online forums for potential partners, even finding a few for him to investigate, but the idea was always so anxiety inducing to the young sheep. What would happen it he met some creep on the site? Or what would happen if he found someone he thought he trusted, but they ended up kidnapping him after they ate him? Or just digesting him outright?

Up to this point, his exploration of the fetish was kept only to online videos, of which there was an extensive catalog. Vore was one of the more popular fetishes, and he could find anything to satisfy his needs from POV videos from both ends, including time lapses of prey being digested then disposed of, macro on micro vore, vore from unusual holes such as the urethra, anus, or even some vore involving some particularly odd bodily orifices. 

In terms of production value, homemade videos were the lowest, some being little more than a smartphone camera pointed at a loving couple as one stuffed the other down their throat. Following that were professional videos, these being far more in depth and planned out with well thought through camera angles, audio quality, and some even with storylines. 

The most coveted forms of purely digital pornographic content were video games and movies. Pornographic content was produced and enjoyed in the mainstream, of course, so extraordinary amounts of money could flow into these products. The highest echelons of these products usually tried to stay as broadly appealing as possible, fulfilling a variety of fetishes, though products that focsued on single fetishes existed as well. Very few of these products existed solely for vore, though, as it was on the more niche end of mainstream fetishes, while kinks like bondage, incest, or relational fetishes were more common.

Bea wasn’t at the point of paying for his pornography, though, so he kept himself occupied with whatever free content he could find, always making sure to watch it in private, as even if his sister knew of his desires, his parents did not, and it seemed too taboo to talk about it openly.

It was on this evening with his sister absent that he finally decided to try out one of these sites. After all, they were as anonymous as he wanted them to be. He made an account using a throwaway email. When it came to the username, he thought about naming himself something like “sheep”, just to indicate his species first and foremost, though seeing that this was a site focused on vore, he instead named himself “Mutton”, with a few numbers on the end for distinction, as he enjoyed the somewhat belittling title.

As he continued creating his profile, he found a section labeled “runes” with checkboxes for digestion prevention, digestion facilitation, stretching, taste, and other such things to aid in the vore process, though he sheepishly selected “None”. He similarly hid his location from the profile, though allowed the site to see it.

He didn’t bother with a profile picture or description yet, instead just looking through the hundreds of random people who he could chat with. He sorted by predators, over half of all the users’ profile pictures were just their maw shots, while most of the rest were pictures of their engorged bellies. Clearly, there was a culture around vore communities, and it was beginning to make the young sheep rather aroused.

He looked through some random accounts of predators, some of them being somewhat empty, while others had descriptions of what they liked in prey or in general, as well as pictures of themselves in flattering situations, such as after eating prey, or after having digested prey, then showing off the new mass added to either their muscles or curves. One profile even had a picture that was just a collection of skulls, stripped clean of any fur, skin, or meat, with each skull sitting atop a massive condom filled with cum, the names of the victims written on each condom. Though oral vore was the most popular, this site allowed for all types.

Eventually, getting no closer to finding someone to chat with, Bea refined his sorting metrics. He looked for predators who didn’t want to digest him, only wanted oral vore, had runes to facilitate vore and prevent digestion, and were in his immediate area. Of course, the results were rather meager, less than 10 in total, but one particular option caught his eye.

The account was named “Alpha_Wolf_998”, but more remarkable was the profile picture. It was another maw shot, the long canine teeth leading the way to the soft, wet mouth within, his long wolf tongue almost inviting any prey to simply jump inside of their own volition. Bea could’ve sworn he recognized that mouth, not that he paid particular attention to people’s maws, at least not until recently.

The distinct shade of grey fur also rang a bell. He clicked on the profile, finding this person to be a rather enthusiastic predator, his description being distinctly seductive rather than descriptive, talking about how he loves to feel prey slide down his throat into his stomach and other such things rather than anything of substance.

Wishing to sate his curiosity, Bea opened up a private message with the wolf, simply typing

“Hi.”

He wasn’t expecting a response anytime soon, instead going to search elsewhere in the site for more maw shots he could pleasure himself to. Nonetheless, a quick red circle with a 1 appeared in the top right of his screen above the chat icon, indicating the wolf responded.

“hey there~ i could go for some mutton rn~” with a trio of licking lips emojis, as even emoticons were subject to the fetishization of modern society

“Are you Damien?”

“ye”

“I went to school with you.”

“is that u lucy?”

Bea paused as he thought over his response. The wolf and his sister broke up about a year ago, and he didn’t want to excite old wounds, though he was fairly certain the wolf didn’t care.

“I’m Lucy’s brother.”

“i remember u she talked about u a lot”

“What did she say?”

“she told me u were into vore~”

Bea blushed. He wasn’t sure about how he felt knowing his sister told someone he didn’t know about his fetishes. He tried to suppress the feeling and continued.

“She was right.”

“how about u come over to my place so i can stuff you down this maw~”

Accompanying the text was an image from his phone camera, pointed directly into his mouth and down his throat.

“I’ve never been vored before. Is that ok?”

“fine with me~”

“I’m not sure about this.”

“u sheep are always so timid u just need an alpha to tell u what to do~”

Bea wasn’t sure if he should take that comment as an insult, but he certainly was aroused by it.

“get over here mutton~ now~”

“I want to do something unique. I have a fantasy I wanna try out. Are you capable of transformation?”

Despite the wolf’s aversion to capitalization and correct spelling, as well as his insatiable liking of tildes, Bea was able to negotiate a rather unique scenario. The wolf wasn’t the best at transformation, though he only needed to become feral for Bea’s idea to function.

They organized a meeting at night in the forest near Bea’s house. The plan was to have Damien, as a feral wolf, literally hunt down Bea and eat him once caught. Admittedly it was a rather strange idea, plenty of things could go wrong, but the fantasy was so enticing to the sheep that he had to act on it after running it through his mind at least once a day for the better part of the last 2 years.

A few hours passed and the sun set. At around 8:30, once only the last slivers of light from the sun were gone, Bea decided to exit the house. He told his mother he was going to bed early, then snuck out his window, wearing only a t-shirt and shorts, and carrying his phone in the latter. They exchanged phone numbers, as was necessary for this plan to work.

As Bea made the trek towards the forest, taking about 15 minutes, his mind and heart raced. Every emotion from excitement to regret ran through his mind, though not once did he pause or turn around. He was going to fulfill his greatest fantasy. This would be the best night of his life. Before he even entered the forest he was sporting an intense erection in his shorts.

He walked towards the middle of the forest, going off the path a bit so he was truly encompassed on all sides by the trees. It was almost impossibly dark in there, unable to see even the ground beneath him, his own fingers barely visible as he held them in front of his face. He could barely make out the trees if he was close enough, something that was necessary for this to work.

At exactly 9:00, the time they agreed on, Bea turned on his phone’s flashlight and held it up. He turned around a few times, holding the flashlight in each direction, even walking a few steps back and forth to make sure it was unobstructed by any trees. A few minutes passed with no sign, and he began to wonder if he’d been stood up. He began feeling rather sheepish, beginning to assume that this was some way at getting back at Lucy for breaking up with him.

After a few minutes, he heard the signal, a single wolf howl. It sounded rather close, though the flashlight had very little distance, so even as Bea turned, he couldn’t spot the origin. Regardless, he knew that was Damien indicating their game had begun. Quickly, with shaky hands, Bea turned off the flashlight and stuffed it into his pocket, then simply began running.

He sprinted in the direction opposite the wolf, looking back very rarely, though seeing nothing but darkness. On occasion, he’d hear growling and such from Damien, signaling that he was close, at times he could even hear the heavy footfall of the wolf against the fallen leaves, prompting Bea to turn and run in a different direction. 

The experience was utterly exhilarating, dodging through the trees with a far superior predator just behind him. His heart raced and his lungs began to burn. He was far from the athletic type, and within just a few minutes of their chase beginning, his body was already starting to give out, even despite all the adrenaline.

He continued to run, his steps growing more unsteady as the seconds passed, his breaths growing heavier and more exhausted. Every once in a while Damien would spring out from behind a tree with his mouth snarling, prompting Bea to run with a renewed vigor in the opposite direction. One particular instance, he jumped directly in front of Bea, growling loudly and pausing for a moment to allow him to react.

Bea turn and ran at his full speed one last time, though just a few seconds as he began to sprint, his foot caught on a root, forcing him to tumble forwards in a rather hard fall. He cried out, his body smashing into the ground hard, tumbling over his side a few times before eventually, his back hit a tree, an equally painful injury.

He yelled out in pain, and despite being an adult tears began flowing from his eyes, his hands going to hold his snout, which had impacted the firm, cold dirt the hardest, and had begun bleeding. He lay there for a bit, crying out with his nose feeling stuffed, his lungs burning, his clothes and wool covered in leaves, while his body remained covered in bruises.

Seeing the tumble his partner took, Damien quickly began transforming back into an anthro as he approached.

“Shit dude! You alright?”

Bea cried out again in pain after catching his breath, bawling like a child. The only word Damien could make out from the crying sheep was “Lucy”, and other iterations of Bea telling the wolf to get his sister.

“Fuck, uh… I don’t have her number anymore, I deleted it after we split up… Shit, kid, I don’t even have my phone.”

That did nothing to console the hurt sheep, who simply continued to cry like a child less than half his age. It began to grow a little embarrassing, the wolf stood there in the middle of the woods naked with his ex girlfriend’s little brother crying on the ground.

“Uh… Fuck! Ok let’s just uh…”

He knelt down beside Bea, picking a few leaves out of his wool.

“Just take deep breaths, okay? You’re probably feeling like shit right now, so just breathe. Alright? Just listen, listen… breathe in…” He paused for a second. “...and breathe out. Breathe in” he paused once again “...and breathe out.”

He repeated the pattern until the sheep obeyed, slowly calming him down. The sheep breathed much steadier now, though occasionally he’d hiccup or sniffle, and the tears still flowed freely from his face.

“Ok, you got your phone, right? I can call your sister if you want, she can come pick you up, that sound good?”

“N-No...” Bea sniffled “She’s-” Bea hiccuped “-not in town right now…”

“What? Then why’d you ask to call her?”

“I-I dunno… I-I call her f-for everything… Sh-She’s gonna be gone for college soon… I-I don’t know what I’m gonna do without her…”

Bea’s crying started up again as he thought about his sister leaving. He was unbelievably emotionally dependant on her, though the wolf couldn’t exactly sympathize, and was growing increasingly uncomfortable with this level of emotion.

“Alright uh… let’s change the subject. You uh… You ran pretty well.”

Bea paused his crying for a moment, considering the compliment, then removed his hands from his face, instead holding his arms to conserve heat, as it was already quite cold out here.

“Y-Yeah I did… I even outran you for a while…”

“Well, I was going easy on you. You know, like we talked about? I uh… heh, I coulda caught you within 10 seconds flat if I was really trying.”

Damien wasn’t certain if Bea would find that entertaining, though the sheep luckily laughed, hiccuping once more as a smile spread across his face.

“I-I didn’t say the safe word though… but you stopped anyway.”

“The safe word? Kid, the safe word was you tripping on a root and eating shit. I’ll admit I was kinda feeling bad for you already, the running was clearly doing a number on your body, but I wasn’t about to vore someone who might have a broken spine.”

Bea laughed again, pushing himself to a sitting position, curling his legs close. Clearly his mood was rising slowly.

“If you coulda caught me immediately, why were you waiting so long?”

“Well, I was waiting for like… a signal or something. You said to ‘make the chase last a while’ in the chat, but I don’t know how long ‘a while’ is, and I didn’t wanna tackle you while you were running in case you bust your head on a rock or something.”

“W-Well what kinda signal were you looking for?”

“I dunno, like falling back against a tree and being all like ‘oh no, don’t eat me!’ or whatever.” Damien held his hands up in front of his face in a fake scared look, prompting another, heartier laugh from Bea.

“Hehe, s-sorry I shoulda thought of that.”

“Nah don’t worry about it. It’s all adrenaline when you’re running like that.”

There was a brief pause in their conversation, and after Bea wiped his nose on his sleeve one last time, his nostrils stopped bleeding.

“S-So you got vore runes, right? Where would I get those?”

Damien stood up, cupping his hands on his stomach to emphasize a moderately diverse rune on his midsection. The rune was etched into his skin like a tattoo, though the magic of the rune always discolored the fur that grew over it, just so it was always visible. Lacking the night vision of a wolf, the sheep pulled out his phone, turning on the flashlight to examine the rune.

“You can get some temporary runes for cheap, the stick on kind, but those’ll last for maybe one session at most. For a permanent one, you’ll need to go to a rune artist. I’d suggest not trying to do vore runes yourself, you will literally get yourself or someone else killed if they fail.”

“I’ll keep that in mind… but um… do you maybe… wanna show me how they work?”

Even after what happened, Bea decided to pose the offer again. Damien returned a grin a bit of disbelief in his face.

“You sure you still wanna do this?”

“W-Well yeah, I mean, why not? I’d hate to drag you all the way out here for nothing.”

“You are way too kind for this community, kid.”

“What, are you afraid they’re ‘gonna… ‘eat me alive’?”

Bea gave a sly smile at his own joke, while Damien involuntarily smiled at the bad humor, trying to suppress a laugh, though a slight chuckle burned through.

“...That’s so stupid. Alright alright, stand up.”

Damien proceeded to give a few commands, Bea obliging each of them as he spoke.

“Raise your arms above your head. Stretch your fingers. Stand on your right leg. Now your left leg. Arch your back. Touch your toes. Alright cool.”

Damien clapped his hands together, prompting Bea to stand upright again.

“Do I need to stretch before getting eaten?”

“Nah, I’m just making sure nothing’s broken. Alright, so how do you wanna do this?”

“Uh… Th-Through your mouth, right?”

“Well yeah, we already talked about that. I mean head first or feet first? And what position?”

“U-Uh… W-Well I dunno… whichever is easiest for you I-I guess…”

“Is this your first time inside anyone’s stomach?” Bea nodded “So you really never done this? No simulations or toys to fake the experience?” Bea shook his head at both questions. “Alright, feet first it is then. Lie on the ground.”

“O-Ok… is that what’s easiest for you?”

“Kid, with prey as small as you are, the position barely matters, they’ll slide down like butter whether they're lying flat or curled into a ball. You’re going feet first cause I’ve heard- I’ve never been in a stomach myself -but I’ve heard that turning yourself upright can be sorta difficult. It gets real slippery and tight, and I’ve heard it can be sorta shitty lying upside down the whole time. Head rush and all that.”

“Yeah, that makes sense I guess…”

“Bit of advice, once you feel your feet touch the bottom of my stomach, begin curling your legs as the rest of your body goes in. That way you’ll be curled into a ball inside me.”
“Got it… s-so you promise you won’t digest me, right? A-And I won’t get stuck down there?”

“Kid, you watch too many movies. Actually digesting an anthro would take a rune much more powerful and way more expensive than this, and even then it would take days. And even then, if you just start kicking and thrashing around, my body would forcefully vomit you up. Preventing that would take another rune that’s also way more expensive than I’m about to shell out for a side fetish of mine. Anyway, you gonna put away all your clothes and shit?”

“P-Put away…?”

“Yeah. Like, open a pocket dimension and stuff. If you don’t your clothes are gonna get drenched and that phone is gonna get ruined.”

“I uh… I don’t know how to do that… is that alright?”

“Uh… ok well… for the future, you like REALLY gotta learn to do that. I’ll carry your stuff for now, ok? I promise I won’t do anything with them.”

“Th-Thank you… Sorry about that… I probably should’ve figured that out…”

“Hey, don’t worry, it’s your first time, right? Best to figure out all this stuff early.”

Bea quickly disrobed, placing his phone atop the pile of clothes, which Damien took and set to the side. Now naked, Bea lied there on the ground, gazing down at Damien who knelt down near his feet. His heart was racing once again, his hands quivering both from excitement and the cold, while his cock stood at full mast. Damien let out a chuckle at the way he quivered.

“You good, kid?”

“Y-Yeah! I’m just a bit cold… that’s all.”

“Alright then, Mutton~, let’s do this~.”

Damien used Bea’s username from the site, causing his heart to skip a beat. The wolf then began, placing his hands on the sheep’s ankles and raising them into the air. He placed Bea’s feet into his mouth, the warmth enveloping them. His canine tongue lapped along his feet, tickling them a bit and prompting some giggles from Bea, something Damien found adorable.

After his feet were thoroughly wetted, he pushed them down his throat, his body now forced to stay parallel to his prey going forward. Luckily though, his rune facilitated a greatly increased lung capacity, allowing him to really draw out the voring profess in a way he knew his prey loved. He shoved his lower legs into his mouth next, stopping just after the knees and before the thighs. Constantly he gave sly, domineering looks to Bea, who was absolutely elated to have this happening.

“Y-Your throat is so stretchy! I-It’s amazing! D-Does it hurt at all? Oh I g-guess you can’t respond, huh? S-Sorry, just keep going!”

Bea was a stuttering mess, which Damien found quite endearing as he continued up the boy’s thighs. His hands slid along his prey’s body, shoving off any leaves and twigs stuck in his wool before he took more of his body into his mouth. Eventually, his mouth reached the boy’s pelvis, his cold snout right against the bottom of his erect cock.

“O-Oh sorry… I-I can try to-ahh~!”

He suddenly let out a moan as the wolf’s hand went to his cock, squeezing it somewhat tightly, and thrusting a few times as he pressed it up against the boy’s torso, lying it flat against his belly. Bea’s whole body shuddered as he moaned and orgasmed. With how unbelievably aroused he was, it only took the most basic of stimulation to his cock to reach his climax. Luckily he wasn’t granted any post orgasm second thoughts as the wolf engulfed his ass and cock into his mouth.

The wolf paused for a moment as he readjusted his arms, his hands going beneath Bea’s back and holding him just off the ground, raising him up and down by about an inch a few times, as if to assess his weight.

“I-Is there something I need to do? S-Sorry I don’t- ah! D-Damien!”

Bea suddenly cried out as he felt his body practically thrown from the ground. The wolf, in one swift motion and intense display of strength, forced himself to his feet, lifting the sheep’s upper body fully off the ground, far taller than he usually is, with the wolf’s waiting maw just beneath him. Damien gave a mischievous look to Bea, who calmed himself from the sudden height and laughed off the teasing display.

Now with gravity aiding the voring process, Damien held Bea’s arms against his side, letting his hands slide into his mouth like the rest of his body, more and more of the sheep sliding into the wolf’s throat. Bea’s lower body felt like it was inside a sleeping bag. A tight, damp sleeping bag that seemed to slide farther and farther as he fell deeper inside, until finally, his feet touched the wolf’s stomach. Bea recalled the earlier command and began bending his legs as he slid further down.

Soon the wolf’s maw engulfed the sheep’s shoulders, the last and widest portion of the boy finally within the predator’s muzzle. With that, any semblance of difficulty in swallowing the prey was gone, and the wolf simply craned his head upward, letting Bea get one last glance outside the wolf’s maw at the light of the moon before he closed his mouth, swallowing one last time and causing the sheep to slid down his throat into his stomach, entirely vored by the predator.

Damien let out a satisfied sigh, exaggerating the audio and length of it just to emphasize the completion of the task. All the while, Bea was beside himself. Being within the stomach of a predator, a wolf no less, was perhaps the most comfortable he’d ever been. It was akin to a cocoon, though far stretchier and more damp. 

There was no stomach acid here, but instead there was a constant dripping of some ambiguous fluid from the walls of the stomach, drenching his entire body within seconds. Though even as the ropes of fluid dripped along his body, he didn’t find the sensation particularly annoying. If anything the experience was rather calming. Similarly calming was the soft beating of the wolf’s heart, and the slow inflation and deflation of his lungs as he breathed. Even as he spoke, the voice of his predator resonated throughout his entire body.

“You doin’ alright, kid?”

“Yes! This is amazing! It’s so warm and soft!” Damien winced at the volume of the sheep’s words. Bea spoke with a heavily raised voice, uncertain how loud he had to be for the wolf to hear him. “It’s also pretty dark in here! And really wet!”

“Kid, you don’t gotta yell, you are literally inside of me.”

“Oh, sorr-! …Sorry. I just didn’t want you to think I was dead or something.”

“Dead? How would-... alright, sure, I get it. You comfortable in there?”

“Oh yes, it’s quite nice. It’s like a sleeping bag! …but wet!”

“That’s-”

“O-Oh wait, actually, it’s like when I was younger, our parents had this heater thing in their bathroom. We could hang up a towel nearby so after we showed we could wrap ourselves in a warm towel! It’s sorta like that!” 

Damien paused 

“...but wet!”

“Uh… sure. I’m not much of a prey myself, so I’ll take your word for it.” 

“I-If I’m not being too intrusive… c-can I please ask how I tasted?”

“Heh… you were the most delicious mutton I’ve ever tasted~.”

There was a uniquely seductive tone to his voice, almost sounding rehearsed, something Bea picked up on

“...Are you being honest?”

“Do you want me to be honest?”

“Yes please…”

“Bland. You tasted like wool and sweat. But that’s to be expected, cause neither you nor I have anything that would enhance the taste. As a general rule though, it’s usually the prey’s responsibility to enhance their own taste.”

“O-Oh… sorry…”

“You don’t gotta apologize for everything. So what’s the plan now?”

“W-Well we can do whatever you want, really.”

“I was thinking about heading back to my place and sleeping there. That cool with you?”

“S-Sure! But where will I sleep?”

Damien paused, glancing down at his massively engorged stomach with both raised eyebrows. He knew they couldn’t see each other, but he really hoped the sheep felt his utter disbelief in how polite he was being.

“You wanna… You wanna maybe assess your current situation and think about that question a bit more?”

“A-Are you really gonna let me sleep in your stomach? Thank you! B-But are you sure it’s alright? I don’t wanna keep you awake or anything with like… indigestion or something.”

“Kid, you are literally not being digested. I don’t even know how that could happen.”

“Oh… good point… W-Well if it’s alright with you, I’ll sleep here! It is pretty comfortable after all… I promise I’ll try to keep quiet and be still.”

“You are one of the weirdest prey I have ever met.”

With that, Damien picked up Bea’s clothes, and phone, walking slowly back to his apartment. His body was quite strong, having maintained it rather well with regular exercise, and while vore was more of a hobby, he was experienced enough to know how to carry himself while sporting a prey filled stomach. Of course, every once in a while Bea would speak up, simply saying thank you or expressing his gratitude a few times, though on occasion he’d have something unique to say.

“I can hear your heartbeat in here… that’s so weird… but also cool…”

“I mean you are literally inside my stomach. It’s like less than a foot away from your ears.”

“Oh, right-”

“Please don’t say sorry again.”

“-Sorry“

Eventually, they got back to the wolf’s house, entering inside and making their way to his bedroom. The wolf did little more than collapse onto his bed, his massive belly swaying back and forth with Bea inside.

“Alright. Anything else before I fall asleep?”

“U-Um… if it’s not too much to ask… I know you’ve done so much for me already… and I don’t wanna be too annoying… b-but could you please let me leave before the sun comes up? I wanna get back home before my mother knows that I was gone… I don’t want her to worry about me… O-Only If it’s not too much trouble, really…”

Damien thought about chastizing the sheep for not telling him this earlier, but for the life of him, he couldn’t bear to hear another apology. He set an alarm for 4:00 am.

“No problem.”

“Thank you so much. Goodnight, Damien.”

“Goodnight, Mutton~.”


A Few Months Ago

Ever since his first outing with Damien, Bea’s vore fetish had grown exponentially. It wasn’t long before he engaged in all manner of vore related behavior freely and without shame. He met up with Damien a few times again, the wolf becoming a consistent partner, at least until he went off to college.

Lucy similarly left home for college, leaving Bea quite lonely, and thus more reliant on hookups than before. Luckily, he found that dating sites weren’t the only place that facilitated vore. In fact, there were far more casual places where he could arrange his fetish. There was even an app that naturally matched prey with predators for payment. Though it was a rather competitive scene, and Bea almost never actually got requests using the app, as he was rather lacking in the taste department.

Lucy even while at college, tried setting up schedules, diets, and routines to facilitate Bea’s health, and thus make him a more delicious prey, but he never had the diligence to abide by them. In fact, Bea found himself quite lucky that he’d met with Damien that evening. Ever since then finding hookups aside from him had been rather laborious.

Bea found himself both tasteless and vanilla, a toxic combination for prey to be, guaranteeing matches only from predators who had low enough standards to not seek out anything better. As a result, Bea found himself paired with more than a few odd people, most older than him, a few younger, though none as magical or enchanting as Damien had been on that evening.

They were mostly passionless outings where Bea would be swallowed, held in the stomach for a while, sometimes taking a nap, and then expelled whenever something came up for the predator. Though often his predators were people of high school or college age who spent their time at home doing nothing of importance, wanting easy pleasure, and simply setting their sights on vore as the next random passion to pursue for the evening.

Bea was still utterly obsessed with the fetish, far more obsessive than these casual, dispassionate flings would satisfy. He even acquired his own runes. They were cheap, only enough to make sure he could be swallowed and regurgitated without injury to him or the predator, and that he couldn’t be digested, but the runes that would enhance his taste were more expensive than he was willing to pay.

He resorted to pornography to try and satiate his desires, finding all sorts of videos and free games to play that fulfilled his desires, even paying for some of the higher end content. He was even able to find the original nature documentary he’d watched over a decade ago, and though he wasn’t into hard vore, he did watch it again and pleasure himself to all the closeups of the wolves.

It’d gotten to the point where every night he went to bed after a vigorous masturbation session, wrapping himself in thick blankets to emulate the warmth of a stomach, while headphones played ASMR of some predator’s stomach gurgling and churning, a sound he’d fall asleep to on most nights after cumming himself dry.

It was shortly after he graduated high school that he found himself like this. Lucy was home from college and he was about to join her on campus in just a few months. Though he was quite happy to see her, he found that he didn’t rely on her so much, having gotten quite a bit of independence in his search for the satisfaction of his vore fetish. He still slept with the wolf stuffed animal he’d gotten so many years ago, it still being a favorite of his. As he held the plushie tight between his thighs, he drifted off to sleep.

Dreams, wet dreams particularly, were quite common due to him sleeping to the sounds of churning and gurgling. Though he found himself in a dream, the environment was rather odd, unlike anything he’d seen before. It looked like a grand dining hall, something befitting of a castle. He sat on one end of a rectangular table, his own chair somewhat grand, though it was nothing compared to the grand, throne like seat on the opposite end of the table.

Currently, it remained unoccupied, and looking around the room didn’t show anyone else to be present either. The table had a clean white cloth atop it, though was completely unset otherwise. The room had no windows nor doors that Bea could spot, looking all around and only spotting royal purple drapery hung about the left wall of the room elegantly, while the right had more unsettling scenery.

The room was illuminated by a lit fireplace to Bea’s right, though above the fireplace all along the wall were hundreds of skull plaques, each one adorned with skulls of varying species of varying sizes, no sense of organization given to the assortment, save for the skull just above the fireplace. It was utterly massive, stretching from the ceiling to near the floor, messing dozens of feet tall, and bearing the colossal tusks of an elephant

As Bea looked across the collection of skulls, he was drawn back into attention by a voice from the other end of the table.

“Hello, Mutton.”

The voice was deep and masculine, seeming neutral but deeply interested. It was nearly impossible to discern its intent or emotion from sound alone, and the person from which it originated was equally unreadable. The man at the head of the table sat leaned slightly forward, his elbows on the table, his gloved hands interlocking fingers while his chin rested softly on them.

He was a canine anthro of sorts, his fur pitch black, his body rather tall, impossible to get an estimation from this distance, but he clearly sat far higher on the chair than Bea did. He looked almost like a jackal or a doberman with how tall and thin his body and face were, though in some aspects he almost appeared wolf like. His yellow eyes stood out like a beacon against his dark fur, boring deep into Bea’s soul.

“P-Pardon me, I didn’t hear you come in.”

The setting was clearly formal, so Bea tried to act respectful, but his nervous stutter was already beginning to shine through. Nonetheless the wolf didn’t respond, simply staring down the table at his guest. The wolf wore an elegant suit, looking both expensive and form fitting. Not to the point of accentuating every curve, muscle, and bulge like some specially tailored suits did, but it certainly accentuated the form of his body. This was contrasted by Bea, whose nudity caused him to grow more embarrassed.

“My apologies, sir, b-but I feel a bit underdressed… I-I don’t suppose I could borrow some clothing? I appear to have… misplaced mine.”

He was met with more silence, the wolf as still as a statue, his hypnotically unblinking. The room felt claustrophobic, and gazing at the wolf made him feel nauseous. He felt less like a person in the creature’s glare, and more like an object. Or more aptly, like food. The wolf gave his first sign of motion as he licked his lips, his pink tongue running along his snout in the half second of motion, but despite their distance apart, Bea could’ve sworn he heard the wet sticking sound of his tongue against his muzzle over the soft crackle of the fireplace.

“M-May I at least ask what is for dinner?”

The question was mostly to try and dispel any fears he had, and yet he found no comfort in the wolf’s response. They waited in silence a bit longer before he finally spoke up onced again.

“What do you know about demons?”

His voice was commanding and resonant, even when asking such a simple question. The way he so blatantly disregarded the sheep’s questions and concerns was a clear power play, but Bea was never the type to stand up to even other sheep, much less an apex predator like this.

“Oh w-well I’ve taken classes in the past, but I can’t say I have the best memory, haha.” He chuckled at his joke, but the wolf’s expression did not change. Bea cleared his throat. “W-Well demons are subservient to devils. Each fetish has an associated devil, and if an anthro uh… has the fetish they can submit to the devil associated with it and become a demon. Th-They gain special powers and stuff from becoming a demon I think…”

Even explaining a topic like this felt uncomfortable. He couldn’t even tell if the wolf was listening, or just enjoyed watching Bea squirm in his chair. Soon, the wolf stood up, taking long, graceful steps towards the fireplace. His lower half was dressed similarly well, and though this man was intimidating, Bea couldn’t help but glance at his crotch to find a bulge, though his trousers were baggy enough to hide any there might be.

His expensive shoes impacted softly against the expensive rug beneath the table, then clacked against the dark wooden flooring of the room, impacting with most resonance against the tile just before the fireplace. Now that he was much closer, Bea could properly estimate his height, realizing this man was far taller than he originally assumed. The sheep estimated him no less than 10, maybe even 12 feet tall, certainly over twice as tall as Bea himself if the man’s tall ears were included. The wolf gazed up at the skulls, his front half illuminated by the fireplace.

“That’s quite a collection you have, sir. Are you a hunter?”

The man waited tantalizingly long to give a response, reminding Bea that he only spoke at his leisure, not at the sheep’s request.

“Of sorts. Skulls are sacred trophies, and I take great pride in my collection. My centerpiece originates from the macro devil. They all revive, of course, devils can’t truly die.”

“O-Oh wow. S-So these are all the devils you’ve killed?”

“Digested.”

The wolf corrected Bea, making his heart suddenly sink. The sheep was beginning to put two and two together, but almost didn’t want to believe what was happening. What made mattress worse was the wolf turning to him, walking with his usual, elegant gait towards his chair. Though he walked slowly, his tall body meant he could cover ground rather quickly.

“W-Well you seem quite accomplished, sir! B-But I’m afraid I must be go-”

Bea turned to his left, beginning to climb out of his chair away from the wolf before he suddenly felt his seat turn. The wolf had grabbed his chair, and though it was massive and made of heavy materials, he easily rotated the entire object towards him, placing his left arm on the right armrest to pivot the seat on the back right leg, while his left forearm slammed into the back of the chair, leaning it backwards.

Bea fell back into his chair, leaning back as the wolf loomed over him. Bea’s legs curled close, his body leaning against the chair’s backrest, the chair tilted back enough such that, if the wolf let go, the chair and the sheep occupying it would both fall backward. It was a small bit of suspense that kept Bea on edge. What further panicked the sheep’s senses was the wolf once again licking his lips, this time extra slowly, giving him multiple seconds to gaze inside his immaculate maw and at his sharp, white teeth. Being only inches from his face, all these sights were burned into the sheep’s mind.

Bea’s heart raced. He felt like passing out in his chair. He’d fantasized all his life about scenarios like these, even having some dreams where he was prey, but never had he felt such an intense combination of fear and excitement. Though the smell of the wolf’s breath occupied the air, Bea couldn’t stop his own quick breathing.

“P-Please sir! I don’t taste good at all! People s-say I taste bland!”

The devil held there for a few more seconds, glaring at Bea, before finally, he pulled the chair back down to all four legs, not allowing Bea to fall back, even letting him sit back like normal before the table.

“You’re right.”

The wolf turned and walked back to the fireplace, gazing into the flame.

“I needn’t bother myself with bland prey.”

The wolf brought up his right hand and snapped his fingers. On the wall a few yards behind Bea, a door that he was certain wasn’t there before opened up. Beyond the frame appeared to be Bea’s bedroom. Meanwhile, an identical door opened up on the opposite side of the room. Through it appeared to be a moonlit forest.

“I-I can leave?”

“If you so choose.”

“And what about that other door? What happens if I go through there?”

“I will eat you. But I assure you, you will not taste ‘bland’. Not here, nor ever again.”

Bea began walking towards the door to his bedroom, but stopped midway through at the wolf’s words. They sounded so enticing and commanding. Being a sheep, he always was a sucker for anyone willing to be a leader or simply boss him around. Enticed, he stepped towards the wolf, approaching him by the fireplace.

“A-Alright let’s talk… S-So you’re the devil of vore, right?”

He didn’t respond, which Bea inferred to mean ‘yes’, something that would hold true throughout his questioning.

“And if I become your demon, you’ll make me taste better?”

…

“Can you do other stuff too?”

“My blessings come at the cost of your subservience. If you commit yourself to becoming prey, you will be afforded more rewards.”

“Ok… Ok that makes sense. So uh… I heard demons can commune with their devils. How does that work?”

“When you wish to speak with me, I will appear. I will be only visible and audible to you, and I will be unable to interact with the physical world. If you wish for physical interaction, we may commune in dreams at your leisure.”

“S-So if I wanted to… I could have you eat me every night?”

“Mind that appeasing me directly will not grant you more power.”

“But you would be down for eating me every night, right?”

…

“Ok uh… that helps… I think.”

Bea paced around behind the devil, wracking his brain trying to make a decision. Eventually he groaned in annoyance at his own indecisiveness.

“Ughhhh… I can’t make big decisions like this! I’m a sheep! I’ve always let other people make my decisions, like my sister or my parents. Can’t you make this choice for me?”

“Becoming a demon must be a willing decision.”

“Yeah but like… W-Well what do you want me to do? Like just as your opinion?”

For the first time, the devil looked up from the fire, just to turn his head at the sheep standing at his side. He gave him a blank stare, as if to convey his disbelief at the query.

“Right, right, stupid question, sorry.”

Any time Bea settled on a choice, he felt laden with regret, unable to bring himself to walk through either door. Eventually he grew tired of the pacing, simply standing just to the right of the devil, then sitting down cross legged and gazing into the campfire. After a moment of sitting there, entranced by the flames, he leaned to the side, resting his head on the lower right leg of the devil.

Rather strangely, Bea felt the wolf kneel down, keeping his right leg bent so Bea could lean on it while his left laid on the ground. As Bea laid there, he heard a barely audible sound from the devil’s midsection. It was the unmistakable sound of a stomach growling, though it was far quieter than it should’ve been at this distance.

Bea leaned his head off the devil’s leg, meeting his intimidating gaze, then looking to his stomach. Taking the initiative to satiate his curiosity, Bea reached towards the wolf’s suit, unbuttoning the midsection and spreading it wide. Whatever manner of sound suppression the suit maintained was suddenly canceled, as now he could hear the stomach growling in full.

It was constant, loud enough to be heard throughout the room but not deafening. In fact, Bea found it rather calming. Though strangely the audio never ceased, as if all sounds of growling a stomach was capable of making were being played one after the other. Entranced by the noise, Bea leaned an ear close, prompting the wolf to lie back, letting the sheep lie on his stomach.

The devil even lowered his right leg so Bea could stare at the fire. As Bea laid there, simply enjoying the sounds of the growling stomach and the crackling of the fire, the devil raised a gloves hand and began petting the sheep’s head softly, causing him to smile in comfort, something he did for the first time since arriving here.

“Is the growling because you’re hungry, or does the great vore devil’s stomach just do that?” Bea spoke in a somewhat teasing voice, growing comfortable around this man.

“The growling is motivated by hunger.”

“So does the hunger ever go away?”

“It grows stronger and weaker at times, but never truly ceases.”

“Right now, is it stronger or weaker than usual?”

“Far, far stronger.”

Bea turned his head on the wolf’s stomach, now meeting the canine’s gaze rather than staring at the fire.

“Is that because of me~?”

Now being stared at directly, the wolf couldn’t give silence as a substitute for a yes.

“Indeed.”

“Heh… I’m making the very devil of vore himself hungry… cool.”

Even this devil an entity around since the dawn of sentient life, couldn’t help but find this sheep adorable, his fluffy white wool and his large eyes complimenting his glowing smile. It was enough for him to crack a very slight, very momentary half grin.

“So how long have you been interested in me?”

“Just over a decade.”

“It started with the documentary, right?”

The wolf simply gave a nod.

Bea chuckled to himself, turning back toward the fire for a few more seconds, until finally he got back to his feet. He fixed his wool for a moment, then began walking towards the door to the forest, his mind finally made up.

“Don’t make me regret this, alright?”

“You will in the short term~.”

The wolf called out as he stood, buttoning back up and silencing his stomach. There was a bit of playfulness in his voice, its intimidation factor subsiding for just a moment as the devil enjoyed victory.

Bea walked through the door into the forest. A part of him thought it was meant to be simply symbolic, and he’d wake up the moment he walked past the threshold, but no such luck was afforded to him. He heard the door shut behind him, though as he looked back, the door and whatever building it originated from was gone, leaving only this dark forest full of dead and petrified trees.

Everything around him was grey, no grass beneath his feet, no leaves on the trees, just a constant monotone color polluted by long dark shadows, every one of the dark spots easily mistakable for the wolf he’d just made acquaintance with. An impossibly massive moon hung in the sky, illuminating the area in moonlight. 

Though he barely had time to assess this scenery as a loud howl rang out through the night, signaling the beginning of the hunt. Bea laughed to himself for a moment, acknowledging the callback to his night with Damien, though admittedly this howl was remarkably more intimidating, sounding way farther off than Damien’s had, and leagues more powerful.

“Hehe, yeah I get it, I get it. But I already agreed to be your demon, didn’t I? Isn’t this a little unnecessary?”

He spoke to nobody in particular, assuming the devil could hear him regardless of where he was. That certainly didn’t make this a fair hunt. Nonetheless Bea’s instincts were setting off every alarm in his head to run away, even if he didn’t want to obey them so as to not seem like a coward.

Looking around he found himself particularly vulnerable, standing in a wide open clearing surrounded by particularly large trees, each of them within lunging distance of a feral wolf. So he tried at least not to get caught in such an exposed position, and began walking. Even if he tried to be brave, his body language betrayed his fear, his left hand rubbing his right arm, his head constantly glancing back over his shoulders.

“I like the idea, you’re definitely intimidating, mr devil, b-but do we really have to do this? I mean we both know you’d win anyway…”

His voice even began to shake. As minutes passed, the silence became deafening. Every once in a while, a random noise would be heard, such as a falling branch impacting the ground or a snapping twig, but every time Bea’s head suddenly snapped towards the direction, his eyes wide and his ears open, he never saw anything.

“O-Ok I’m a bit spooked! Th-That’s what you wanted to hear, right? W-We can call off the g-game now? L-Like you can show up here- preferably in anthro form -and you can eat me cordially and r-respectfully? …Please?”

Bea tried to take deep, slow breaths, holding his chest to feel his heart pounding out of it, but nothing seemed to work in calming him down. As he wandered through the woods, the trees grew ever denser, their dead branches covering more of the skyline until Bea could barely see what was in front of him. Similarly, it seemed attempting to backtrack was useless, as no matter where he went the trend continued.

His pitiful wanderings culminated as he looked past a collection of trees into the haunting blackness. He only looked at a passing glance, though the sight tore through what remained of his confidence: a pair of bright yellow eyes glowing in the darkness. They were perhaps a half mile away given how small they were, but they were unmistakable from even that distance, and just as clearly staring right back at him.

They simply stood for a moment, perfectly still, until suddenly they began to move. He couldn’t see the wolf’s body from such a distance, but he could clearly see the eyes oscillating up and down in time with footfall, and watch them very slowly grow larger as they closed the distance. With that mortifying sight, any pretense of bravery was out the window, and Bea began sprinting as quick as he could in the other direction.

He did his best to dodge trees as he sprinted, occasionally forced to climb between two thick trunks with just how thick the grey forestry had gotten, but still he continued running. Every time he looked back, the eyes appeared closer, nonetheless he continued sprinting, his lungs beginning to burn, his mouth running dry, and his legs beginning to ache, just as before.

He continued running for another minute or so before glancing back once again, only to find the eyes completely gone. He stared for a few seconds, scanning the entirety of his vision, even looking around in front and to the sides, only to find nothing chasing him. Exhausted to the point of nearly collapsing, he stopped to catch his breath, putting his hands on his knees and quickly finding a spot behind a few trees to sit down. If he was too exhausted to run, there was no chance of escape, so he needed this respite.

He caught his breath as he sat there, though between his labored inhales and exhales, a sound permeated through the air, the unmistakable sound of a stomach growling. It was the exact same sound from the devil in the room earlier. It sounded like it came from just behind the trees he was hidden behind, and the heavy, quadrupedal footfall indicated that the wolf was looking around for his prey.

Bea’s hands went to his mouth, holding it shut tightly to avoid making any sound. He kept it held there even as his lungs burned and begged for air, maintaining his silence until the sound of stomach growling faded off, signaling the wolf went elsewhere. Finally he allowed himself to breathe, taking deep breaths and feeling notably more rested than when he was running.

If the wolf was in the area, it was time to start moving again in the opposite direction. Unfortunately as he got to his feet and began to move, he felt the roots of the tree he’d been hiding under. They’d wrapped tightly around his ankles, forming cuffs of sorts, and the moment he tried to take his first step, he collapsed forwards with an outcry and a thud. 

This noise was certainly loud enough to get heard by the wolf, something he realized as the sound of stomach growling returned. Regardless, he brought his hands down and tried to pull off the tight roots, yanking them away to no avail, only to have more roots sprout from the ground and grab his wrists, pulling them up above his head, splaying his body out before his predator.

Just as well, the wolf soon stepped out from behind the trees he once hid behind. The beast was massive, far larger than any wolf could grow to be naturally, his body hulking with muscle and unkept fur, the elegant suit he once wore now torn through to expose his massive feral body. Once he was revealed, a deep, resonating growl rang through the air, disturbing Bea to his core on a physical, mental, and instinctual level.

“Hey, n-no fair! I-I don’t wanna play anymore!” He continued to struggle, hyperventilating as he pleaded with the wolf “I-I wanna go home! P-Please!” The wolf got low to the ground, preparing to pounce, all while tears began flowing from Bea’s. Just as the wolf’s powerful legs bounded forwards to finally seal the sheep’s face Bea simply cried out in helpless terror “Lucy!”

Bea suddenly was shocked awake back in his bed, jolted upright as he looked around his room. It was rather early in the morning, his clock reading 6:34 am. He was wearing his pajamas, the same ones he’d worn the night before. Everything seemed perfectly in order, with the ordeal with the devil of vore seeming like nothing more than a distant, soon fleeting memory.

A part of him wanted it to be just a dream, though another part wished it had been real. Notably though, was the dark spot in his sheets from the multiple climaxes he had throughout the night. The chase with the wolf, whether real or imaginary, had led his sleeping body to multiple orgasms from sexual excitement alone.

He never was the foremost expert on demons or devils, so the only real way to confirm what he saw was real was to check for the rune. Demons and angels all had runes from their patron, an undeniable symbol of their subservience. Bea was almost downright afraid to pull up his shirt and confirm the symbols presence or the lack thereof. With closed eyes, he raised his shirt, and as he gritted his teeth, he opened them back up.

There it was, clear as day, an impossibly intricate symbol just above his abdomen, looking far more complex than anything he could afford, and one that he absolutely did not have prior to this morning. Now that he focused, he undeniably felt quite a bit of power flowing through him. He was never naturally talented with magic, but for the first time, he not only felt quite resonant with arcane energy, but downright powerful.

Though first, he recalled the mention of communing with his devil, unsure how to go about doing so.

“Uh… Mr vore devil? Are you there…?”

He looked around the room for a few seconds, finding nothing, even peaking under his blanket to see if somehow he was beneath there, though as he put back down the blanket, the wolf was suddenly standing there in his room, clear as day, and just as tall as he was before. His ears touched the ceiling.

“Shit! I-I sorta expected an entrance or s-something!”

“Do keep your voice down. While only you can hear me, everyone else can still hear you.”

The wolf stood with his back to Bea, standing just in front of his bed staring at a mirror on Bea’s dresser. Currently he was picking something out of his teeth, and while he looked identical to his anthro form, his suit even having been repaired from his outing as a feral, his stomach was quite heavily engorged, his suit unbuttoned to expose the round gut.

“I told you I wasn’t playing anymore back in the forest multiple times. Why didn’t you stop? Or if you wanted to eat me, just come do it without giving me a heart attack?”

“Your pleasure was predicated on me activating your survival instinct, not on your consent.”

“Wha-” Bea got up from his bed, approaching the wolf from behind. “That doesn’t matter!”

Rather than giving a verbal response, the wolf simply held his chest for a moment, holding his breath before suddenly letting out a long, loud burp. Chunks of wool flew from his mouth, showing that he truly was engorged on Bea’s body, or at least whatever body existed within that dream.

“Pardon me, I know you’re not into that yet. I find I can grow rather lax after finishing a good meal.”

Bea grew only more humiliated at the wolf’s indifference to the mental distress he’d caused him, blushing a bit as he struggled to find a response.

“H-Hey! Don’t just ignore what I’m saying! I called you here because you ate me without my permission! Don’t pretend like that’s nothing!”

The wolf paused messing with his teeth, bowing his head for a moment as he place his hands on the dresser, sighing deeply at the sheep’s naivety.

“Because you are new I will explain, but only once, so do not forget. Every action I take is to facilitate your obedience foremost, and your pleasure secondarily. Anything I say or do is to further your quality as a prey. Even if you do not understand my methods, you must rest assured that my goal is singular and unwaivering. I understand you on a fundamental level far better than you understand yourself. I know when to treat you with kindness or with aggression. Similarly, I know that your survival instincts is deeply intertwined with your arousal, and any action that facilitates the former, also implicates the latter. I also understand that there is no limit to the connection, and up until death you will experience deep, incomparable arousal while being hunted or otherwise threatened by a predator. Do you understand?”

Bea took a moment to process the explanation, knowing it was rather heavy. “U-Uh… sure I guess…”

The wolf straightened his back and fixed his suit, then simply responded “Good.”

At that, the devil suddenly turned to face Bea, his eyes glaring down at the sheep with unwavering aggression, seemingly glowing with malice and anger. He beared his teeth as a low growl began to emanate from his mouth. Immediately Bea’s survival instincts were set ablaze, taking a tentative step back, falling back to a sitting position on the bed. With no more than a look and a sound, the wolf immediately established complete and total dominance of the situation.

Further terrifying Bea, he took a step forwards to the bed, prompting Bea to slide back on the mattress, growing more and more scared of the devil he was subservient to. Soon the wolf climbed on the bed, slowly following Bea, who slid back further and further until his head was laid back onto his pillow, but the wolf continued his pursuit, following the sheep until his head was right above the prey, his angered eyes glaring into Bea’s frightened ones. Bea couldn’t help but turn his face away, unable to even meet the gaze of the aggressor.

“What is your name?” The wolf spoke slowly, his voice laden with a growl

“B-Bea…”

At that response, the wolf’s growl increased heavily in volume, causing Bea to whimper in shock.

“M-Mutton! Mutton.” He corrected himself, prompting the wolf to lower the volume of his growl again.

“What is your purpose, Mutton?”

“To be the best prey possible…”

“Whose prey are you?”

“Y-Yours…”

He growled louder.

“E-Everyone’s! I’m everyone’s prey!”

The growl softened.

“Do you think your consent matters?”

“N-No…”

“Are you getting aroused from my aggression?”

The idea of admitting to such a thing sounded utterly embarrassing, so rather than a verbal response, Bea simply gave a nod.

The wolf growled louder.

“Y-Yes!”

“Yes what?!” The wolf responded, practically yelling as his growl maintained its volume.

“I’m getting aroused by your aggression!”

The growl softened.

“Do you have anything else to say to me?”

“N-No…”

He growled louder.

“W-Wha- I’m… I-I’m sorry for saying what you did was wrong!”

He growled even louder.

“T-Thank you for treating me so well and letting me be your demon!”

He growled louder still, filling the room.

“Y-You can do whatever you want to me whenever you want and I won’t complain!”

He growled at max volume, drowning out the sheep’s voice.

“A-And I promise I’ll be the best prey I can be! T-To honor you! Please! Please just stop growling!” Bea began to cry openly at the sheer volume of the growling, though after he finfished pleading, it went silent.

“Don’t. Forget. It.” The wolf simply said, and once Bea opened his eyes, he was gone, disappeared as if he’d never been there at all.

Bea stretched in his bed, wiping his tears with his hands as he realized what he’d gotten himself into. He felt horribly worried for just a moment, but began to wonder why he should even pretend like this was a bad thing. He loved every minute of his treatment. The aggression of his devil, the growling, the chasing, the eating, all of it was heavenly beyond compare. It was everything he could’ve ever dreamed of and more. He had to share it with his sister.

He got up from his bed, opening his door and looking throughout the house, lucking finding that nobody else had woken up from his noise. Sound didn’t travel very well in this house, and his shut door and thick walls luckily suppressed his pleadings.

He made his way to his sister’s room, finding her sleeping in bed with Louis curled up by her feet. He knocked on her open door as he entered, hoping to rouse her awake just like when he was younger.

“Hey Lucy? Are you awake?”

“Mmm… What…?”

She slowly got roused from the sound of knocking and the voice of her little brother. She didn’t see with her eyes anymore, instead using Louis as a seeing eye dog, so she soon established her mental connection with her familiar, prompting his head to perk up and gaze over at Bea. The dog’s tail was wagging and he began panting upon seeing his second favorite person in the world, not particularly caring that his actions were partially controlled by another person.

“W-Well… I had this dream last night, and it was really weird, but afterwards I sorta got this-” 

He was slowly raising his shirt as he was explaining, revealing the demonic symbol on his abdomen. Lucy didn’t even wait for the finished explanation. The moment his shirt was raised enough to see the demonic rune, she jolted up right in bed quicker than even he had, her floppy ears swaying forwards with the motion, while the sheets slid down to reveal that she slept topless. Lucy never was one to swear, but as she confirmed what she saw through Louis’s eyes with a quick examination of Bea’s soul using her own eyes, her only response was

“Holy fucking shit…”


Present Day

“Pocket dimensions are a prey’s best friend!” Was a sentiment imparted onto Bea first by Damien 2 years ago in the forest near his house, but was repeated by almost every article or advice column he could find talking about tips, tricks, and secrets to becoming a good prey.

Bea wasn’t particularly certain how pocket dimensions worked, not did he really care to find out. All he really knew was they were extremely effective at storing his belongings while inside the stomach of another person. He almost always had a pocket dimension going, simply because he never wore clothes anymore. They were too much of a hassle to clean and wring out, considering he spent most of his time in the stomachs of other people.

Ever since acquiring this rune, Bea has been enjoying his newfound magic and its capabilities. He’d diligently been getting himself eaten multiple times a day every day for months now, which warranted him more magic from the devil as well as the ability to allow the predators to feed off his essence. Ironically, because essence feeding was fundamentally a soulful action, Lucy had a greater understanding of it than he did, despite the fact that he engaged in it multiple times a day.

While he is inside the stomach of another person, his own nutrients and vitality will be siphoned to be eaten by the predator, so even if he isn’t getting digested, the predator is still getting fed in a way that will last after he exits their stomach. Unfortunately, this required a greatly increased caloric intake. Bea was never a heavy eater, and if anything he’d been eating less now that he spent so much time getting vored by others. While he was skinny before, he was outright gaunt now, his ribs just visible in his chest, much to Lucy and his devil’s combined concern.

Unfortunately no kind words from Lucy nor snarling of teeth from his devil could get Bea to put on some weight, and even barring any further upgrades to his rune behind the prerequisite of bettering his health wasn’t yet enough to overcome the fact that Bea simply didn’t enjoy eating. So every day he got skinnier and more tired, and as such less desirable as prey.

Regardless of his lithe form, the rune heavily increased his flavor, being uniquely resonant with every predator, making the sheep taste like their favorite food as he was swallowed, and leaving a permanent, similarly delicious aftertaste so long as the sheep remained in their stomach. Bea had gotten rid of his old runes, letting his demonic rune facilitate all aspects of his vore, something he had to talk his devil into with a bit of convincing. He often talked with the devil. Every night was spent with that massive wolf man, their experiences being varied. 

Some nights they’d simply lie by the crackling fire, Bea’s head rested on the wolf’s exposed, growling stomach while they talked about their histories and past. These were the nights that Bea felt closest on a romantic level with the devil, at times lying fully atop his body and simply grinding his form agains the massive wolf until he came to a slow climax. The wolf never engaged directly in sex, asserting that he derived nothing from the experience.

Some nights they acted out various fantasies of theirs, typically involving the devil being an authority figure of sorts, such as a teacher, boss, or babysitter, with Bea being beneath him, though every one of these fantasies quite quickly devolved into the devil gorging himself on everyone nearby with Bea’s encouragement, before finally he turned on his greatest cheerleader and ate Bea as well to the tune of fake surprise and shock at the ‘unexpected betrayal’. 

Some nights they reenacted the hunt in the forest, the devil at times letting the experience speak for itself, loving to watch Bea’s confidence and bravery slowly devolve into utter, visceral terror and panic again and again, no matter how many times they played out the scenario. Sometimes he’d wipe the memory of the sheep before they began, or even implant false memories, anything from Bea having angered the devil and was now incurring his unmitigated wrath, to making Bea think he agreed to the terms that if he died on this hunt, he would never wake up again.

Bea began to love the devil on a deeper level than simple subservience, though he was still deeply afraid of the predatory creature, something fundamental about the wolf was just so inescapably terrifying. Regardless, he didn’t need to worry about the beast right now. He’d just met with his sister at the airport and teleported to the college. After the crowd of teleported students began to clear out, she looked around for the kind, cute lion boy she’d helped back at the airport, wishing to say goodbye.

Unfortunately he couldn’t find him, likely due to him being rather short, so she simply hoped she’d see him again in the future as she began to walk with Bea, holding each other’s hands as they usually did. Lucy was so accustomed to holding other people’s hands when walking from her youth, that it almost felt unnatural to have her hands empty.

“There’s someone I want you to meet. After that we can go grab a bite to eat, and you’re going to eat your whole bodyweight in food even if I have to stuff it down your throat.” There was a fake, halfhearted aggression in her voice, prompting Bea to give her a quizzical look.

“...Was that a threat?”

“Yeah, that’s sorta what you enjoy, isn’t it? Feeling threatened?”

“Not… quite. But I appreciate the effort.”

“Heh. I’ll figure it out eventally. I think sheep can be threatening in the right circumstances!”

“Right right, like if I accidentally get transformed into grass.”

They continued to walk as they made conversation. The campus was rather large, having plenty of amenities, both natural and constructed. It even had a forested area, containing an assortment of pathways covered by trees to create a more natural study area, benches set all along the path with plenty of secluded spots among the trees for students to relax in. Lucy led Bea to the center of the forested area before finding a bench.

“You sit here, I’ll go grab her.”

“You can’t text her or something? She uh… she doesn’t respond to my texts very often. Don’t worry, I’ll be right back, just don’t wander off!” She begins to leave, though after a few steps she looked back and said “Oh! And if anyone starts giving you trouble, go ahead and come find me.”

Bea gave some reaffirming nods to the oddly specific advice, sitting on the bench and looking around to make sure the area was empty. Once he noticed nobody was around, he mentally summoned his devil, not even needing to look to his side to know he was suddenly sitting beside him.

“Think I’ll enjoy this new school?”

‘’If you allow yourself to.”

“I don’t know how often we’ll be able to talk, at least during the day. I’m gonna be living with a roommate now.”

“Let’s hope he’ll oblige your desires.”

“Right…”

Bea was used to these rather short responses by now, knowing his devil wasn’t exactly the talkative sort, personally asserting that there’s only one thing he wanted to do involving his mouth and other people, and it wasn’t talking. Regardless, Bea knew that the devil truly did enjoy their conversations, learning that he had a kinder side to him, even if he had a one track mind.

Bea didn’t hear anyone approach, though soon their conversation was interrupted by the sound of growling. Having heard the growls of his devil on an almost daily basis, these new growls seemed remarkably weak by comparison. Bea looked to his side, spotting the source of the growls being a feral wolf. 

It sported a coat of grey fur, had an average musculature, an average size, and an average everything else. This wolf was nothing remarkable, save for its insistence towards growling at the sheep, slowly approaching as it did so. Bea looked back towards his devil, seeing that he was already gone, then stood from the bench at this aggressive creature.

“H-Hey uh… Lucy?” He called out, looking around for his sister but getting no response “Is this your friend? Or uh… Is this Louis? Did you turn him into a wolf or something?”

He gave a small chuckle at his words, though as this wolf continued to approach, its growl growing louder, Bea decided it was best to perhaps leave this territorial creature alone, turning to leave. He only got a few steps before a pair of wolves hopped out from behind trees on either side of the path, blocking off his way out, growling just like the first one, though not approaching the sheep.

“O-Ok… hang on… are you guys students? Can we talk about this? I-I’ll let you eat me, I promise! As long as we can talk this over!”

He tried to remain calm in this situation, but received no response from the wolves. Again, he tried stepping away, going off the path and trying to walk through some of the forestry, only to have another wolf leap out from behind the tree he was about to pass, blocking off his exit. Just as well, two wolves appeared from trees behind the first wolf, blocking off that exit as well. Even as Bea approached the other side of the path to exit, yet another wolf jumped out from behind a tree.

It was beginning to grow absurd, and the sheep began to wonder if every single tree had a wolf waiting behind it, though he could no longer investigate that question as the pack began circling him. He held up his hands, looking around at each of the large canines with a panicked, though still hopeful expression.

“G-Guys? Come on now, I-I’ll leave… I’m sorry I didn’t know this place was special to all of you. P-Please?”

As his eyes darted between the wolves, he noticed a few odd details. For one they all looked nearly identical, their fur coats indistinguishable from each other, even to an uncanny degree. The exact same colors in the exact same spots, each one bearing identical imperfections, even all having the same thickness in the same spots. Just as well, each of the wolves appeared to be stepping in unison, their paws touching the ground all at the same moments, save for the leader who walked at his own pace.

Though the moment Bea began to notice this oddity, the first, and what appeared to be alpha, wolf gave a few loud barks, immediately drawing his attention back to it. This animal was practically in arms reach now, clearly preparing to pounce at any given moment, though as it readied its back legs for a moment and Bea braced for impact, its growling was halted for a moment. It glanced to the side momentarily, as if thinking about something, clearly indicating some level of intelligence within the creature.

It then raised its legs, beginning to walk again, with every other wolf forming the circle walking in unison with the alpha, shifting their circle away from the hard walkway and onto the soft grass near the trees. Then, once Bea was on the grass, the wolf finally readied itself and pounced onto him, pinning him onto the grass. The sheep considered himself rather fortunate to have been pounced on here, as getting tackled on that walkway would’ve hurt extraordinarily.

He stared up at the wolf, the creature drooling on him as it glared down, continuing its growl to the point of growing more annoying than threatening. He began to miss his devil’s growl. He had an almost symphonic way to adjust the volume and pitch to keep the sheep constantly on edge. 

Regardless, the wolf atop him now seemed ready to claim its prize, snarling for a moment as it opened its mouth. Then, in a sudden strike, it lunged its snout down at Bea’s head. The upper and lower portion of the wolf’s mouth landed on either side of Bea’s head, its nose and chin stuffed into the dirt as it held there, its teeth just barely touching the sheep’s face.

Admittedly, Bea was expecting the sharp teeth to tear into his flesh at any moment, his eyes glued shut, though they soon opened as the wolf held there for a moment, simply drooling onto his face as the sheep’s head was partially engulfed into his mouth. A moment later, the wolf pulled back, and in the most confusing part of this entire, puzzling ordeal, spoke.

“Nom!”

The voice was distinctly feminine, far more so than the gruff wolf from which it originated. Bea didn’t even respond, simply staring up at the wolf with wide eyes and a still quickly beating heart. Ferals usually couldn’t speak, though this wolf’s mouth moved and words clearly emanated.

“That’s the sound of me eating you! Your sister said I can’t actually eat you because you’re too skinny but I totally would if she’d let me, because I heard you’re delicious!”

“Uh…” Bea simply said, unsure how to respond

This woman’s voice was playful, even if a bit quick spoken. Though Bea was soon distracted by the recognizable sound of a collar jingling towards him. He was still surrounded by a circle of wolves, each one still putting on a menacing face, though Louis soon came bounding in towards the sheep. Lying on the ground was typically an invitation for Louis to give his attention, so soon he ran through the circle of wolves, appearing to phase through one of the canines, and began licking at Bea’s face with his wet tongue.

“Ack- Louis… c’mon… yeah I love you too…” He said as he tried to push the dog away, though it was difficult while still pinned beneath this heavy feral wolf.

Though seeing as the illusion was violated, the circle of wolves soon dissipated, akin to being unraveled into inky colors into the air until nothing was left. Just as well, the wolf atop Bea, who was not an illusion, began transforming. She became far lighter, her dark fur being replaced with green scales, while her gruff, feral wolf body got replaced with the somewhat slender, feminine form of an anthro chameleon.

To Bea’s side, Lucy approached, kneeling down and petting Louis to finally get him to stop licking her little brother’s face.

“Bea, say hi to Nile. She’s my roommate.”

Before Bea could respond, Nile spoke up.

“Hiii Bea~. Your sister has said many things about you! She says you’re a demon! But shes said you’d be the most adorable demon I’d ever met, and she was right! Because you are also the only demon I have ever met.”

“Uh… thanks… It’s nice to meet you Nile. I uh… like your scales.”

The chameleon was completely naked, her crotch rubbing against Bea’s due to their similar heights, though even then she appeared to be intentionally grinding her pussy against his erect cock.

“Oh thank youuuu! I like your wool it is very soft. I know that because I sleep with your sister and she also has really soft wool and she says you use the same girl shampoo she does.” 

Nile let out a cheeky laugh upon revealing an embarrassing secret. She took great pride in the amount of things she knew, loving to see others blush at all her knowledge of their secrets.

“She… She told you that?” He looked up at his sister as he blushed, though she simply shook her head.

“Hehe, no not really… but her miiind did~.”

“W-What-”

“I’m a telepath! I can read all your thoughts!” She leaned in to his ear and whispered “Even the weird ones!”

Bea’s blush immediately deepened by quite a bit upon learning this information.

“Hehe you’re so funny when you blush! Are you afraid I’ll tell your sister your deep dark secrets? Like how you fantasize she was your mommy and that she’d put you in diapers?”

“W-Wait, no I don’t!” Bea wasn’t even lying. That was never a fantasy that even briefly crossed his mind.

“Come on, Nile that’s not even true. I’d be able to see if it was.” 

Nile only let out a playful laugh, clearly cracking herself up.

“Hehe! Alright alright, only kidding! …It’s actually her that fantasizes about putting you in diapers!”

“Nile.”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding! But he’ll never know that for sure~, and now he’ll think about it forever~!”

Nile finally got up off of Bea, letting him get to his feet.

“Now let’s go get some food! Then we can take Mr cutie-pie here back to our room and I’ll let him fuck me like he’s been fantasizing about~.”

Bea only looked at his feet sheepishly, knowing there was no point trying to deny it. She was undeniably a rather attractive woman, and her straightforwardness was something that he, as a sheep, found quite endearing. Nile leaned in close to Bea once again and whispered.

“I’ll even turn into your sister and let you fuck me~!”

“I don’t wanna fuck my sister!”

This time Lucy chimed in

“Actually you do. No point lying about that one, I noticed it around 15 or 16, pretty soon after I started showing off more skin.”

Bea couldn’t even stutter out a response as his face blushed a deep red at his sister’s words, realizing she knew about some of his more odd fantasies.

“You don’t gotta be weird about it, Bea.” Lucy reassured her little brother “Incestuous desires are completely normal.”

“Especially when your sister is this hot!” 

Nile said as her body swiftly transformed, changing species and physicality far quicker than Bea had ever seen anyone transform, suddenly appearing as a dead ringer of his sister, though nude and without her mask, this being the first time Bea saw Lucy’s full face in years. Nile placed one arm behind Bea, raising one leg and rubbing it against his crotch.

“Oh Bea my cute little brother, let’s go have hot sweaty sheep sex while your devil watches us like a cuck~! Then I will put you in diapers and be your mommy you like I have always fantasized.”

She gave a knowing glance at the real Lucy at those last two words. Her voice was even a perfect match for Lucy, though her speech patterns, inflections, and obviously subject matter were noticeably different. Bea was measuring Nile up to be the rather extroverted sort, and he wasn’t sure whether or not he liked her yet.

“Come on, Nile.”

With that Nile gave a final laugh and stowed her jokes and mischief.  She then transformed back into her original form, stepping a short distance away from the two of them. Then, with another transformation that actually took a few seconds rather than being instantaneous, her lower body transformed into that of a horse, followed by her growing another lower body, becoming a taur. Remembering she was toting two passengers now, she quickly grew a second taur body. Her upper half remained green and scaled, though her lower half, including her taur bodies, were pure horse, with short brown fur.

“Hop up!” 

She gave a firm slap to her horse body, and Lucy, who saw this behavior as completely normal, straddled her leg upon the horse in a show of flexibility, and pulled herself up, reaching down and having Louis jump into her arms, with even the dog being well versed in the typical procedure for taur mounting. Bea had a bit more trouble, struggling to pull himself up onto the back taur body, though was soon lent a helping hand from Lucy.

As they began their ride, the clopping of hooves on the path creating a rhythmic tune to break their silence, Bea decided to satiate his curiosity.

“So Lucy… you don’t lie, right? Like you 100% gave it up?”

“Deciet does more damage to your soul than you could know. I avoid lying whenever I can.”

“Alright well… do you really fantasize about diapering me and stuff.”

Immediately at that question, Nile glanced back at the two, biting her lip in uncontainable excitement. Lucy glanced down at Louis, tilting her head side to side as it trying to find a way out of this situation.

“Y… um… y-yes…” She said in a soft, barely audible voice, but it was enough for Bea to hear.

“W-What?! Really?!” At his response, Nile began to laugh.

Lucy didn’t respond, still hanging her head in embarrassment

“Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“How was I supposed to bring that up in casual conversation?! Like, ‘hey lil bro how’s school haha cool anyway can I put you in pampers?’”

“W-Well I dunno! I might’ve at least tried it!”

“Just bec-... W-Wait what? Holy shit really?” She looked back at her brother “Like for real?” Before even waiting for a response she leaned close to Nile “Nile is he telling the truth? Like what does he think of the whole diapers thing?”

“Hmm~? Oh I wasn’t reeeeally paying attention… this whole taur thing is really distracting~! Gotta focus on the road and all that~!”

“Nile, c’mon!”

“Guess you’ll have to figure this one out yourself!” Nile insisted, prompting Lucy to hold her head a groan, having revealed her biggest secret and being unable to even know what his brother thought of it.