Normally been skipping these pre-story intros as just doing writing practice.  Been wanting to write stories for specific people and take requests, so here's a little bit of both for Omega.  Written partly also as a gift for the wonderful Vore Cafe Diner she runs on taps that I frequent from time to time.  Omega is (C) her player of course, and used with permission.  ﻿And no, this isn't her diner in the story, just a fun idea in general. *grin*  And with that, enjoy a lovely venison meal! 

﻿The warm lights and babbling chatter of dinners being ordered up and patrons enjoying themselves give the diner a cheerful demeanor.  The large tables spaced widely to give the larger occupants a place to sit to enjoy their dinners, while a spacious stage is set before them.  Currently the curtains are closed, the show set for after dinner.  Likely the first things to catch one's eye that something is more strange with the restaurant is the sign for the show, promising a three act show of a mouse and his snake lover.  With a picture of a mouse halfway buried in the snake's jaws, legs kicking as the illustration however.  The patrons as well are quite large and all predators, not a single prey animal in sight as well.  Finally, the menu of course, would give the most away for those who might have accidentally stumbled in on this private little club.  A listing of furs by weight and size, giving various measurements as well as pictures of each one, bound up in leather and an apple (or other appropriate fruit) in each mouth, presented on a silver platter.

The particular patron we follow today is a grand and handsome gryphon named Alce, standing tall at nearly eight feet of muscular fur and feathers.  The warm browns and blacks of a fishing eagle of his upper half, while his lower half is the rippling hide of a powerful lion.  A fairly classic look, his muscular frame makes the chair he sits in creak with weight as he looks over the menu.  A little lick of his beak when he notices the diner's special on the back for one 'Omega'.  A particularly lovely and very buxom doe,  clad in lovely white fur and with a very voluptuous figure.  A marking of red beneath her left eye in a symbol of Horus, one of the few spots of color upon her snowy fur aside from the bright red apple stuffed in her mouth as a gag..  A black nose and wide, light blue eyes break some of the all white look, as well as the plump pinkness of nipples.  The right breast decorated with a sanskrit marking arched above that fat nipple.  A second picture allows one to enjoy a rump side view, showing off plenty of pink in her plush folds, even a little glimpse of pink from under that soft tailtuft.  Her bound legs hooked back and tied to hips, keeping from hiding anything in those subtly spread legs.  black hooves and fingertips finish the simple look for her as Alce waves a waiter over to inquire about her.

A moment later he grins wider as a serpent waitress slithers over to him.  “Excuse me miss,” he aks, “but may I inquire if this fine meal is still available.”  Pointing to the buxom doe of the diner's special tonight while his eyes wandered down the sleekly scaled breasts a tight little apron only accentuated.

“ah, yes, I do believe so...”  Her voice smooth and melodic, none of the stereotypical hisses.  “Shall I inquire the diner for ordering that for you then.”

He grins wider with a low purrr as he looks over the pictures a last moment “Yes please, if it does happen to be out, a pair of mice should do fine as an alternative.”

The naga nods softly as she takes the menu from him, her long form soon expertly gliding towards the kitchen with the gaze of Alce following her curvy form as she slithered into the kitchen.  He gave a little stretch, peering around to the many other diners and their own orders.  He nearly gave a squawk when he saw a slender, smaller raven gryphon be presented on a plate, the male bound snugly with beak tied as it wiggled it's panther body slowly for the massive dragon who had ordered him.  A little flush in his cheeks as he reminds himself to not stay too close to the kitchens when he's around here, even though from what he heard every meal was a volunteer.  At least, what he heard, though he can't think of how strongly that gryphon was struggling...

He turned away, less he see the larger dragon start to devour the meal, though he morbidly wanted to watch that last dance.  Giving a little puff of breath, he stretched, admiring a few of the other patrons, trying to give a wink to a fellow gryphoness, though she paid little mind to his attentions.  It wouldn't be too long though when that elegant and quite strong serpent lass arrived once more, carrying a massive covered platter with surprising ease.  She sets it down with practiced grace, making Alce getting second thoughts about hitting on twenty feet of scaled predator... perhaps it's best to not date one who could swallow you whole in the end. 

The cover was removed with a purrr of admiration as Omega was revealed up close and personal for him.  Bound arms pressed between cleavage to push them out more for him.  Legs tucked back to hips to make her full rump be exposed, a little tail flitting helpless to keep her covered just like in the picture.  He runs a taloned hand down her spine, tracing the lovely curves as she tried to bleat with that apple gag stuffed between her lips.  Teasing the straps holding her knees to her belly and elbows to her sides with a little purr.  A pinch on that shapely rump to feel how wonderfully meaty she will be going down, he can't help but huff in growing arousal.  His breath warm along her lap as Omega writhes quietly in the bindings, while Alce's beak begins to sniff and explore that presented lap and the slick folds he eyes.  A slow lick elicits a quiet, muffled gasp as he soon begins to explore and taste his prey's most intimate and succulent mons.

“The best part of a vore diner”, thought the gryphon as he buried his beak just into those splayed folds before him, “is that playing with your food is expected and encouraged.”  He loved how each of the bindings holding her wrists and ankles were made from leather, designed to be swallowed whole with the meal in one convenient package.  He reached up with his broad hands, grasping those heavy breasts to pinch the plump nipples of his meal, enjoying the sensual delights of such a succulent doe.  Omega's body writhed softly, unable to do much but wiggle for her predator and give muffled bleats around that gagging apple.

His purrs grew louder as he pulled his meal closer, beak buried between those presented thighs to lap and pleasure his meal.  Each long lick dragging out across those folds to tickle across her pert clitoris, making the bound deer moan each time.  “that's good,” Huffed the busy gryphon between licks, “going to claim all of your sexy climax.”  He pushes his beak softly in, a delicate nibble upon a sensitive button of flesh making Omega arch before him.  “Then it's time to fill my belly.”  His eyes closing as he concentrated on her sensitive sex, working his tongue deep again and again to the growing moans and panting of his meal.  Her hooves giving an entertaining attempt to wiggle and kick against chest in their bound state as he pinched and teased that slick cunt.  Feeling the growing tension of pleasure above him as his beak buried itself against those sensitive folds, suckling at her little clit to be rewarded with quiet gasps around her gag.  Her breasts heaving as she pants now, exposed for the whole diner to watch their little show if one wanted.

Steadily her hips began to jerk and shudder, sex winking obscenely against Alce's tongue as he drew out more of her pleasure.  His rumble and purr growing as he grasped her breasts, pinching nipples and rubbing the heavy orbs on his palms.  Loving how sensual her meat will be in his maw as he pants against her lap.  With a sudden finish her hips arch, folds twitching to ooze her sweet girlcum onto the eager beak of her predator.  A lewd slurping and suckling easily heard from his busy maw as he gathered all of those erotic tastes upon his tongue.  Omega only able to writhe against him, rocking on her platter as the climax washes through her bound body.  He loves the feel of her bound knees, wiggling futiley on each side of his cheeks as he dips his muzzle in her intimate folds.  Finally that wet beak pulls back with a huff and rumbling purr of pleasure.  Nibbling at her hooves with a devious grin, “ah, now that desert is done, time for a main course...”

That long, yellow beak gaping wider, teasing calves and hooves as a slick tongue teases up across them.  Pulling back slowly for a moment,  before pushing forward again and start dragging her knees down onto his gaping maw.  Her graceful legs jerking softly against their bound state, a quiet whimpering heard as slippery heat grasped elegant hooves.  A first strong swallow bulging his neck, his belly gurgling with gluttonous anticipation for the venison it will soon receive.  His hands teasing Omega's breasts, pinching and rubbing as he pulls her back towards his great beak, pinching and nipping her full thighs as they slide onto his tongue.  Another long swallow pulling calves down as his beak soon comes to rest on the curvy rump and slick lap of his meal.  Jaws gaping with the fullness of his prey, rump first, still bound on hands and knees as he greedily began to stuff her down.  His tongue eagerly lapping up any stray juices he can find to the shudder of the doe buried in his jaws.

Omega's quiet moans and pants of pleasure do draw a few viewers, although with so many little 'shows' going on it's got a lot of competition for attention.  Alce's beak slides in to cup her belly with ticklish prickles, starting to lift up his meal to begin to devour it more throughly.  Well, as soon as he takes a moment to savor the feel of those wide hips straining his jaws and throat.  His tongue diving deep into the presented lap, eliciting a wonderful struggle of doe in his throat, visibly writhing those long legs.  His drool oozing down the sides of his beak as he struggles with such a full meal.. another swallow pushing that tongue deeper as she's sat upon his throat.  Her blue eyes wide, staring at the beak, stuffed with her hips, as that tongue flicks expertly within her sex.  Each jerk visibly flexing the predator she'll soon be occupying, panting heavily as she's stalled from descending for a few moments by the greedy gryphon.  For about a moment all she can do is squirm while his tongue steals every little bit of slick pleasure he can, lustfully suckling her entire hips.  Finally That tongue slips free with a visible shudder from the doe, then a firm tug sinks those shapely hips into a throat, bulging thickly with meat.

Alce's beak relaxes some, easily dipping up and nibbling along a sleek belly, getting just a moment to relax before it's curved tip tickle into cleavage.  Omega's bleating growing louder as shi sinks further down, only moments from starting to bulge her diner's stomach as his beak sinks into that heavy cleavage.  A groan from the gryphon now, his beak straining painfully to pull around those heavy breasts, pinching nipples and tender fur as she writhes within him.  His hands pushing her breasts together to help cram them into his jaws, the tightness making him squirm.  Inch by inch they begin to descend, his tongue squeezed between them as the struggles only aid him a little.  Finally their luscious curves press to a throat... and a low grunt as he swallows thickly, bulging his throat with that wonderful meat.  The tight massage pulling and squeezing the sensitive flesh to the quiet bleats of Omega.

He strains with each swallow, feeling the plump breasts slowly bob and sink down in a steady, rhythmic pulling.  Finally his beak reaching the staring muzzle of his meal as she watches her descent.  Tongue flicking across a neck in gentle affection even as his deadly beak slides up her chin.  Forcing her head up as her last sights of his body are the steady swelling and bulges her legs make in that once slim stomach.  Soon staring upon the ceiling as the slippery grasp of a tongue works down a chin, her gagged noises growing more quiet as his beak begins to engulf her head.  The sounds growing more helpless as her curled knees press to the tight entrance of a rumbling stomach so close.  The hungry maw framing her last sights as she watches her outstretched arms wiggle to the air and crowd outside.  The pounding of his heart growing louder as the tight squeeze of slimy throat presses up her cheeks.  Finally her vision is framed by the tight ring of his throat before it clamps shut around her nose, soon to seal her off.

The gryphon triumphantly swallowing, her uplifted arms wiggling against that hungry beak.  Each pull of her throat letting her peek a little at her hands as they slip helplessly down his tongue, before all grows dark as his beak closes.  The tight squeeze of a muscular throat pulling on her hands, while her knees curl up beneath her in the slimy heat of his stomach.  Fully within the predator now as she descends, inch by inch into the deadly embrace of that belly below.  The heartbeat pounding against her ears as she is pushed steadily down, until finally that tight squeezing ring pinches over breasts, then a neck.  Then slipping across her nose with a final, quiet bleat for the gryphon to hear as she unceremoniously settles into that tight stomach.

Alce gives a resounding burp once Omega gets settled in his bulging gut.  Groaning as he leans back, feeling the wonderful sensation of live prey struggling in that tight, airless embrace.  He places his hands upon his gut, enjoying the feel of each kick and struggle of the dying doe, eyes lidding as he listens to the faint whines he can just make out. But soon all that worming and thrashing will be using up all her precious air, and his belly is decidedly not a very healthy place to be resting in.  Filling with sticky digestive enzymes as the poor doe is silenced in that wet, sticky heat.  Her hands and feet pushing at the clinging walls as she's slowly massaged and digested within.  The struggles growing more and more frantic as she sinks further in the acid filled belly.

Several long moments pass as he sprawls out to show off the struggles within his tight belly.  Burping as a final bit of thrashing is visible for all to see. Her helpless pushes against a tight belly showing a muzzle or paw and hoof here and there as she weakens in that acidic embrace.  Then finally it stops, little hints of Omega's curvy body still visible as he groans and burps again, panting with exertion at such a large meal.  He gives the still deer a firm little squeeze around his belly in thanks for a wonderful dinner, sprawled in his chair to await this 'love story' of a mouse and his serpent lover.  It should prove, interesting, as he feels the large pile of venison in his gut begin to digest, purring quite happily at a very delicious meal.

He closes his eyes, rumbling in pleasure as he listens to the gurgles of his stomach breaking down the venison held within.  Those sumptuous curves and sexy details to be melted away into a layer of fat and muscles upon his strong body.  The fullness making him wonderfully relaxed, rubbing the still firm bulge of meat as he licks lips.  A Stirring from the stage pulling him from his daydream with his meal of her body melted into softness.  Realizing the show is soon to start, he sits up eager to see what the next show will be as his belly quietly continues it's steady digestion, uncaring of everything but the meat it works upon as she melts away in that tight embrace, bit by bit.  
