"blood elf snack"
By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu)

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Created on: Tuesday 28th of June 2016 01:34:29 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:33:31 AM UTC


"GRRRRLRLRLR" Zaelia's midsection gurgled obnoxiously. It echoed loud enough to be heard all the way in Silvermoon proper. The Sindorei glanced down admiringly at her stomach, almost oblivious to the horrified looks she was receiving across the street. As her belly rumbled lightly again, she smirked at her own twisted, sadistic thoughts. Any normal Blood Elf would have seen this as yet another inconvenient hint that they needed food. But anyone her knew Zaelia could tell from her expression alone that she was not normal.

Zaelia was, to most people, another measly inhabitant of Eversong. She worked as a studying mage, particularly in the soul-drainingly boring field of the arcane. Perhaps the magic addled her mind. Maybe she was traumatised by the Third war decades back. More likely is that she was a hedonistic Blood-elf who unfortunately happened to possess bizarre fetishes and desires to inflict them on her colleagues.

Zaelia's sparkly hand rested on her chest, just above her belly button. She rubbed her stomach in a manner so soothing it could have calmed the Cataclysm. Her smirk morphed into a hungry grin. The snobbish green eyes narrowed into piercing ones, dashing from person to person with dark intent. Her focus landed on the Fairbreeze Inn. "Eheh heh heh" She giggled maliciously to herself, strolling eagerly to the tavern.

Fairbreeze Inn was an awfully high-class establishment. Especially for a local tavern. The Elvish seats lined the tables so perfectly. The sparkling silver cutlery wasn't a degree off-angle. Even the lowly drunkards apologized for any spillages of their ale. At the furthest end was a circled stairway, leading to the only room for rent.

A slightly worrying Zaelia stepped through the archway. All ears in the Inn turned knowingly away from the mage. Rumour had it she was... well.. slightly off. That and her awful non-matching robes were just a dead turn-away.

Brushing aside her luscious, jet-black hair, she scanned the tables for any poor, ignorant soul who happened to be alone. But she found only disappointment. Every table was crammed full of Elves passing infuriating, cringeworthy conversations about flowers and rainbows and "Ugggghh". Zaelia groaned audibly, pouting her lip as she did. "Still as boring as ever, Fairbreeze".

Zaelia approached the barmaid, defeated and simply too lazy to look for a real supper. Just another miserable 'commoner-food' night this time. She trudged to the counter when her heart jump-started. Her eyes widened as the sight of... someone new? A pale lady, with the most pathetic ears, shaggy clothes, and unbrushed hair tied in a make-do ponytail. Who or what was this? Why was she so ugly? Did she have no concept of pride or fashion?

The weird lady turned her head to face the barmaid. Her face was extremely abnormal; blue-ish eyes and eyebrows that looked like they had been drawn on yesterday. After a minute of uncomfortable staring at the stranger, Zaelia reached a well-drawn conclusion: this thing was NOT a Blood Elf. It was a filthy human. Emphasis on the adjective 'filthy'.

Zaelia wasn't confident about this. She had eaten Elves before. They were sugary and sweet. A bit like pop candy. But Humans... weren't they poisonous? Zaelia bit her lip as she eyed the stranger-woman. Suddenly another gurgling complaint surfaced from below "GGRRRRRRRRRLRLR". Several pairs of Elven eyes glanced at her robes from tables across the Inn. "Goodness, that must have been loud" she thought to herself, scaring away onlookers with a ravenous stare. "Am I really that hungry?"

The Human was pouring herself another drink. Zaelia visualized her naked thighs and tender breasts rolling along her tongue. They had to taste good... right? Perhaps a little sour, but at least it was something more grandiose. "Whatever." She concluded at long last. "I have Remove Curse trained anyway."

"And if this quest couldn't have got any more annoying" Melisinde whined to herself "now some Blood elf creep is staring at my back." She the rusted tankard to her face, chugging down as much of the ale as she could. "Oh." She moaned "This isn't even alcoholic." Her head hung miserably. All of this effort for a meagre trinket. Seriously.

The blood elf 'creep' swayed up to the paladin, her hips poking out so seductively she was in danger of hurting her pelvis. She planted herself behind Melisinde, and leant over her shoulder. Melisinde could only respond as politely as she could "I am not a roleplayer. Sod off." She added a slur of unintelligible but assumedly unpleasant words for Zaelia. But the mage was not to be denied.

"Ahem!" She gave a pompous cough at the Human, now face deep in her tankard. No response. Zaelia tried again "Ahem ahem!". She got a response; a brief but cold glare at the intruding freak. She gritted her teeth in a perfect example of suppressed anger. To be denied was insulting enough, but to be denied by a human destined to be her meal?! Outrageous!

Zaelia abandoned the hip routine and sat down next to the human. Her dainty little nose was instantly overwhelmed with a stench of alcohol and sweat. Had humans no regard for hygiene either? Her hands were quickly slapped against her nose, waving away the stench from her delicate features. Melisinde took as much notice of the blood elf in disgust as she had the last time she washed.

Eventually the elf regained her dignity, took a deep breath of the clean, uncontaminated air, and turned to the paladin, forcing a painful grin that would have made any other elf run in utter terror. "So!..." She began "Eheh heh heh... you're one of those filthy human people... yes?" A flawless introduction.

Melisinde saw no way of avoiding this exchange (Apart from the exit, but that meant moving from her seat). She sighed heavily. "....Yes. I am a human." She paused, hoping the elf might vanish sooner or later. "My name is Melisinde." Before the elf could speak again, she chugged down the last half of her drink.

As she lazily swallowed down the remainder of her ale, Zaelia stared intently at the well-to-do chest of her victim. The breasts seemed good enough. Of course, nothing compared to an real, Blood Elven pair like her own, but not depressingly small. Melisinde slammed down her mug, awaiting the next torturous question.

"...ah Yes! A human...thing..." Zaelia grinned innately at the... what was her name? Melizinder? No, no. Melisinder. Yes, that was right. "Please enlighten me! Why have you travelled so far fro--"

"Buuuuuuuurp! Ugh." She was cut short by an apathetic belch from Melisinde, directed as if she had aimed at Zaelia's face to shut her up. If Zaelia was disgusted by her repulsive aroma, the stench of digested flat ale was unbearable. For a moment she stared gobsmacked at the rudeness of the Human. Her expression changed to a wince as she caught the scent of it drifting toward her.

"F-f-for goodness sake!" She dragged her stool away from Melisinde, rapidly fanning the stale air around her. "That was positively disgusting! Have you people no shame?!" Judging from Melisinde's stubborn brow, probably not. "Yech!" This wasn't worth it. She'd met difficult people before, but barbaric women like this were horrible, uncultured swine.

"Ggrrgrrrrllrrlrlr" As Zaelia began to abandon the Human, her stomach let out another sombre rumble. She glanced back down and clutched her abdomen. It was empty, and she was starving. She needed something inside of her gut. Something filling and something quickly. Reluctantly, her hunger pulled her back to the table for one last go.

"Are you still here?" groaned the Paladin, as Zaelia pulled her stool back to the table. Couldn't these weirdos just leave her alone?

"W-well! Eheheh. If I may continue...." She paused to observe her conversation partner's countenance. The same lethargic face hung on Melisinde's mood. "Erm.. Isn't it odd for a human to be so far away from..err... Dun Morough!" (Slipped up on that. It must have been Durotar). "Why have you come here of all places?"

Grudgingly, Melisinde responded "Quest. I'm going to Silvermoon to collect the Bracers of Generically-Powerful-ness." Here she would take a long, stiff drink, but she had emptied her tankard on the belch earlier. "It's not as if they could have given me a zone with flying in it. NooOOooo. Had to be the flowery-glittery forest filled with the weird roleplayers in every inn. I mean seriously, it--" She caught herself ranting. Again. Shamefully shaking her head, she swung back to staring blankly at the stains on the tabletop.

After a moment of disecting what Melisinde had said, Zaelia pushed out a painfully fake laugh. "Ahahahah! A quest then!" She edged ever-so closer to the Human, a worrying smile painted across her face. "I'm sure I could help you with that...." A deep groan from beneath Zaelia's robes only worsened the awkward silence that followed.

Melisinde was finished with these advancements. This place was weird. These people were creepy. "Look, missus." She finally nudged her whole body to the elf, and donned the sternest mood she could muster. "I don't need any help with a low level quest. I especially don't need help from disturbing elf people. Go away." Sulkily, she pulled herself up from the table and began marching to the exit. "Freak."

Seeing the human at her full height only made Zaelia hungrier. Those long, delectable thighs... the wide, prideful chest... the exceptionally large arse.... She was not about to let her mal escape so easily. Zaelia grab held of Melisinde's shoulder and erupted in a delirious stream of pleas and and desperations "NO. No no no no no no no! You can't leave yet! You've..er...not even eaten! You must be starved! Eheh heh heh" Starved. Now there was a thought.

Melisinde shook the quivering palm off her back and kept walking, scowling. Zaelia panicked "I'll..er.. I know where that quest.. thing is!" (Genius, Zaelia. Genius.) "Yea.. the.. um braces! I..er... I have them! Yes I must have! Honestly." Melisinde emitted an extraordinary aura of 'Oh God here we go again.' as she ground to a halt. "Ye-yes! I do know where it is! Eheheheh... I'm sure now if you'll just.. follow me upstairs.. Or downstairs if that is more--"

"Get on with it." Success! She had tamed the unwashed beast! Now all that was left was to get her alone. She wiped the saliva drooling from her lips and beckoned her to follow.

Zaelia swept herself up the spiral staircases, Melsinde trundling along miserably. After ascending more floors than Blackrock Spire, Zaelia led the human into an empty dormitory, complete with a single bed, a delightful view of Eversong and an unaffordable price tag. As Melisinde sluggishly entered the room, Zaelia ever-so stealthily shut the door behind her. It was time.

"Alright then." Moaned the paladin, exhausted at how much effort this freak was devoting to being with her. "Where are the..the...the wass'-names. The...errrr....the Bracer--." Her sentence was cut off by a flash of ancient arcane energies surging towards her. Incapable of a swift reaction, Melisinde was encapsulated by a searing blue light exploding from Zaelia's fingertips. It circled around her person for only seconds before inexplicably vanishing into sparkly dust.

At first, nothing happened. Melisinde's darted about the room, wondering if she or it was about to explode, and how much mess it might make. Then her arms tingled. Her ears started ringing. A pins-and-needles feeling spread across her body. All of a sudden; the ceiling rose to the sky. The bed was growing larger. Were her clothes feeling a little looser than usual? Then it dawned on her; those bluey lights and swirly colours, they must have been some generic shrinking spell! As she rapidly descended further and further towards the floor, Zaelia stared at the helpless little human in a fashion disturbing enough to freak out even the necromancers of Naxrammas. That's a lot, by the way.

Melisinde's clambered out of her scruffy, overgrown shirt and back into the light. She may not have been a mastermind, but it didn't take a genius to understand that Zaelia had shrunk her down. What Melisinde failed to comprehend was why she was licking her lips and rubbing her stomach. A devious Zaelia was still gazing intensely at the unfortunate paladin. More specifically, she was staring at the nudity of the unfortunate paladin.

"Now then! Eheh heh heh" Zaelia giggled to herself sadistically. She knelt down before the tiny paladin, savouring the shock and confusion on Melisinde's face. She was speechless at what had happened. Zaelia easily recognised that she was kicking herself on falling for such an basic trick. "If it had been that easy, I could have just dangled a fresh tankard in front of you!"

Melisinde didn't take humour to teasing. "You wish! I'd have pummelled you in that pretty-girl face of yours you pointy-eared, magic-wanking, stuck up..." Zaelia was sure there was more, but she never discovered what it was.

Her hand wrapped neatly around Melisinde, thumb gagging up her mouth. In truth the shrinking spell hadn't gone according planned; she was still too big. Even with her palm around the human's body, her legs dangled down and her head was large enough to shout abuse.

"If you hadn't already guessed" Zaelia loved this part "You're in a bit of trouble. You see; I'm hungry" her belly growled in agreement "and you're a gullible, bite-sized, delicious-looking snack." Melisinde's yelling went dead silent. "So I think I'll just have you for dinner. Cheap, maybe. But I'm sure you're very filling!" She brought Melisinde closer to her face, and winced when her 'perfume' struck her nose again.

"Oh, it might be too late, but if you happen to walk in Eversong again" Zaelia added with snobbish contempt "Please wash yourself properly. You smell. Badly." Zaelia opened her mouth, satisfied she'd made her point to the upstart little human.

Melisinde didn't respond to that last remark. She was too busy staring into the maw that was opening up in front of her. Instantly a warm, slightly fishy breath washed over Melisinde's body. She narrowed her eyes as the way opened up wider to encompass her totally. Zaelia's teeth were shining white, like bricks in one of Elwynn's abbeys. Huh. She probably wasn't going to see Elwynn ever again. The most exotic place she'd ever visit would be the bubbling stomach of this Blood Elf.

As Melisinde's head poked through her lips, she was greeted by a dollop of saliva dropping on her head. A slimy tongue rose from beneath to taste her. Suddenly she was dropped in. Melisinde fell upon the tongue, was welcomed with a licking all over her body. The soft, sensual lips behind her closed, exposing only her miniscule feet to the outside world. All she could do now was struggle in the jaws of her captor.

Zaelia was feeling terrific. Now left in peace, she could enjoy the snack she had worked tirelessly to bait. She deserved the rest. Sitting on the bedside, she sucked on the torso of the human. To be brutally honest, she didn't taste like she had hoped. Salty, mostly. Salty, sour, and generally off-putting. Zaelia was a tad disappointed, but at least the filthy human made up in her size.

After minutes of casually sucking on the paladin, the urge surfaced to swallow her down. That might be difficult. She was rather large. Melisinde was somewhat delirious from the tossing and licking, but it was quite clear that Zaelia really did intent to swallow her. Her desperate wriggling came to nothing, except a girlish giggling from Zaelia. Her head was pulled towards the slimy throat. She looked blankly into the abyss below her. Was this really it?

A second gulp pulled her legs into the sticky mess of Zaelia's mouth. Melisinde's shoulders teetered over the edge. An ominous odour from below reached her nostrils. She shut her eyes and tried to look away from what was to come.

Soon enough her chest was brought into the gullet. Zaelia stroked her throat, feeling her snack slowly slip down her body. Melisinde was entirely coated in sticky saliva and mucus. One last "Gu-gulp" dragged the paladin out of the mouth and down..down..down. Zaelia continued to feel as her well-earned dinner made its way through her tract.

After what felt like miles of falling, Melisinde's head was pushed through the sphincter. She reluctantly beheld a gurgling mass of soupy acids that was Zaelia's stomach. It smelled repugnant; an ugly scent of digested meals and gas wafted past her. Hardly something you'd expect of a lady of such high standing. Seriously.

She plopped into the foul-smelling sac. It was only just big enough, she could hardly raise her head. She picked out gooey spoils of fish, chocolate and.... was that wine? Ugh. Melisinde hated wine. Well, it all stunk regardless. Deafening her was the sound of rumblings and gurglings as Zaelia's stomach happily got to work.

Zaelia was ecstatic. Although the addition of a passenger in her flat belly had distended it to poke out beneath her robes (a rather unsightly weight gain), the feeling of a full gut was too eudemonic to pass up. She giggled proudly to herself, gently patting the bulge in her abdomen. "Eheh heh. Such an 'exquisite' taste! Eheheh heh."

Gradually a pressure began to emerge from her depths. A gas bubble no doubt. For a moment Zaelia considered holding it in, as were traditional Elven tableside manners. But the horrific memory of her prey belching in her face infuriated her. IN one last insult to injury, she shamelessly let loose a repulsive burp. "Uuuuuuuurp! Oh my!" She mockingly teased the woman inside her. "How un-ladylike! Please excuse me. Eheh heh he- Uuuurrrp!"

Within her belly, Melisinde was awkwardly covering her face to block away the stench of Zaelia's burping. Regardless, it left a disgusting taste in her mouth. "Hey! Come on! If you're going to eat me at least treat your food with dignity!"

From the depths of her digestive tract, Zaelia could hear the angry objections of her last meal. "Just face it, little Melizinder." She tormented the miserable dinner. "You've fallen for my ingenious trap! If you would just leave me in peace whilst you-- Uuuuurp! -- Whilst you digest in there. You might enjoy it!" She paused momentarily, before unleashing another belch. "Buuuuuuuurrrrrr--uurrrp! Ah" She smiled contentedly. "Excuse me. That one must have stunk really bad in there." quietly, she gave a final chortle before laying herself to sleep.

Within her belly, Melisinde hung her head, defeated by a role-player. Even worse; by a role player who had tricked her into being shrunk, devoured and digested. "How do I keep meeting these people?!"