Life of the Party

### Content warning ⛔️ This is an experimental interactive fetish story for **ADULTS ONLY**. You will assume the role of prey, and be **swallowed and unwillingly digested**. Some scenes contain strong and potentially distressing content, including **sadism, rape threats, asphyxiation, scat disposal, and accidental death**. ⚠️ If you choose to continue, you do so **at your own risk**.

<% const [count, max] = setup.getAchievementCount(); %> ### Achievements (<%- count %> / <%- max %>) <%= setup.getAchievementTable() %> * <a0 onclick="setup.resetAchievementsPrompt();">Reset achievements.</a>

<div class="logo"> <h1 class="logo__title"> <img class="logo__horse" role="presentation" src="assets/images/logo-horse-left.svg" width="50" height="45"><%- story.name %><img class="logo__horse" role="presentation" src="assets/images/logo-horse-right.svg" width="56" height="45"> </h1> A Furry Vore Adventure by Double-A </div>

<header.topbar.header-nav id="header"> <%= story.render("Topbar controls") %> </header> <h2 id="recent-command"></h2>

<% const muted = !setup.isFlagSet('enableSound'); %> <% const helpShown = window.passage && window.passage.name === "Help"; %> <ul.header-nav-group> <li><a0 aria-label="restart" onclick="setup.restart()">Restart</a></li> <li><a0 aria-label="undo" onclick="setup.undo()">Undo</a></li> </ul> <ul.header-nav-group> <li><a0 aria-label="<%-muted?'unmute':'mute'%>" class="mute-button" onclick="setup.toggleMute();" ><%=muted?`Enable`:`Disable`%> sound</a></li> <li><a0 class="help-button" onclick="setup.help();"><%-!helpShown?"Help":"Back"%></a></li> <li><%- story.version %></li> </ul> </div>

### Keyboard controls <%= keybinds.KEYBINDS_DOCS %> ### Play offline * [Download latest release](https://github.com/double-a-stories/life-of-the-party/releases) ### Credits <%= story.render("Credits") %>

*Life of the Party* was written and developed by me, [▽ Double-A ▽](https://aryion.com/g4/user/DoubleA). If you liked it, leave me feedback at [Eka's Portal](https://aryion.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=79&t=59177) or [textadventures.co.uk](http://textadventures.co.uk/games/view/fcvdqsoz7u2edrju9wb6ba/life-of-the-party-a-furry-vore-adventure-18)! If you really enjoyed this, and want me to spend more time making things like it, consider supporting me at [☕ Ko-fi](https://ko-fi.com/doublea). #### Software This project utilizes open-source code and/or utilities from the following open source projects. * 📖 [Twine and Twee](https://github.com/tweecode) by Chris Klimas and the IFTF * 😃 [Twemoji](https://github.com/twitter/twemoji) – Open source Emoji set by Twitter. * 🏍️ [Tweego](https://github.com/tmedwards/tweego) – Compiler for Twee 3 by T.M. Edwards * ⛄️ [Snowman](https://github.com/videlais/snowman) – Story format by Videlais * 🐺 [Howler](https://github.com/goldfire/howler.js) - Web audio library by GoldFireStudios * 🔒 [Lockr](https://github.com/tsironis/lockr) – localStorage API wrapper by tsironis #### Music * 🎵 [CD_YIN_001.wav](https://freesound.org/people/kevp888/sounds/507790/) by kevp888 (c) copyright 2020 Licensed under a Creative Commons <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/3.0/">Attribution Noncommercial (3.0)</a> license. ### License <%= story.render("License") %>

Copyright © 2021 Double-A. The [content of this story](https://github.com/double-a-stories/life-of-the-party) is licensed under [CC BY-NC-SA 4.0](https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/4.0/). You are free to share and adapt this text in any medium **with attribution** for **non-commercial purposes** under **the same license**.

You've entered a time warp! This is a list of every passage in *<%= story.name %>*. Obviously, there are **spoilers ahead**. <table class="table"> <thead> <tr> <th>id</th> <th>name</th> <th>tags</th> </tr> </thead> <tbody> <% story.passages.map(({ id, name, tags }) => { %> <tr> <td><%-id%></td> <td><a0 data-passage="<%=name%>"><%= name %></a></td> <td> <% tags.map(t => { %> "><%-t%> <% }) %> </td> </tr> <% }); %> </tbody> </table>

Hollis walks into the debug room, which is impossible, because there are no doors to either enter or exit the debug room. It literally does not exist.

Your name is Hollis. You are an androgynous-looking gray rabbit of no particular gender identity, around the age of nineteen. Right now, you're at a very crowded house party. Drunk and horny college furs are everywhere. Loud music and the smell of cheap booze fills every room. <% if (setup.getAchievements().length > 3) { %>This place seems strangely familiar, though you can't put a paw on it.<% } %> About twenty minutes ago, you showed up with your friend Reese. At some point you got separated, and you haven't seen him since. * [[Look around the foyer.|The Foyer.]]

The floor in the house's entryway is plastered with empty plastic cups. Music is blaring. College-age furs in every direction are chatting, flirting, and dancing. What will you do? * [[Find someplace quieter.]] * [[Search for your friend.]] * [[Dance a little.]]

The incessant loud music is starting to hurt your sensitive ears. You decide to look for a place away from the noise where you can clear your thoughts. This house is huge, and its upscale furnishings seem almost too fancy for the moderately wealthy suburb it's located in. It shouldn't be too hard to find a quiet place to relax. * [[Go outside.]]  *(Smells like... hyena?)* * [[Go to the bathroom.]]  *(Smells like... bear.)* * [[Go to the garage.]]  *(Smells like... fox.)*

You make a quick circle of the first floor, but Reese is nowhere in sight. <% if (!setup.isFlagSet("upstairsUnlocked")) { %> Someone around here has probably seen where he went. <% } else { %> You get the feeling he's upstairs. * [[Look upstairs.]]  <% } %> * [[Go back.|The Foyer.]]

You enter the downstairs bathroom, and shut the door behind you, freeing yourself from the stress of the party. The room's every surface is flush with immaculate porcelain and gaudy gold trimmings. There's something hypnotic about it all. Your mind races with possibilities. * [[Masturbate.]]  * [[Use toilet.]] * [[Leave.|Leave the bathroom.]]

You consider using the toilet. However, at a second glance, you realize it not designed for someone of your little stature. The bowl is almost twice your size, and you could easily fall in. Based on the size, you presume that this house is owned by a family of rhinoceroses, or maybe big horses. You didn't really need to pee anyway. * [[Go back|Go to the bathroom.]]

You go back into the hallway. The loud music continues to bombard your ears. That didn't really help much. * [[Go outside.]] * [[Return to the foyer.|The Foyer.]]

Ha-ha. For just a moment, you consider masturbating in the bathroom of a stranger's house, while a gigantic house party rages on just outside. You realize however what a bad idea that is. After all, someone else might want to use the bathroom, or accidentally walk in on you. You take a deep breath, get your impulses under control, and... * [[Leave.|Leave the bathroom.]] * [[Masturbate in the bathroom.]] <%=T.CWP("Nonconsensual vore", "Death", "Rape threat", "Humiliation", "Size difference", "Chubby pred", "Breath denial", "Casual vore", "Sadism", "Exhibitionism")%>

You... um... Okay. Your libido overcomes you. In the privacy of a stranger's house, you stick your hand down your underwear and begin to pleasure yourself for a minute or two. Satisfied, you take your hands out and stop. * [[Keep going.|Keep masturbating.]]

...Look, uh, as your narrator, I'm not here to judge you or anything. Maybe you're just here because you're curious. Maybe you want to see all the options. Get all the endings. Still, there's plenty of other stuff you could be doing at this party instead. This is kind of... weird? * [[Think about boobs instead.]] *(Female pred)* * [[Think about balls instead.]] *(Male pred)*

<% s.hg = false; %> <%= story.render("Think about...") %>

<% s.hg = true; %> <%= story.render("Think about...") %>

You try to quell the nagging voice in your head by visualizing a huge, voluptuous pair of <%-s.hg?"balls":"breasts"%>. In your mind's eye, you can see every drop of sweat covering their furry mass, just inches from your face. Perfectly round, firm, and begging to be worshiped. What you wouldn't give to be smothered by those tantalizing orbs... There. Happy? * [[Don't stop!!]]

Okay! Gosh. You keep on... uh, touching yourself, for a while longer. Your heavy panting gets faster and faster, and little moans escape your lips. Suddenly, you hear a loud pounding at the door. "You've been in there for ten minutes," says an annoyed <%-s.hg?"male":"female"%> voice through the door, "I gotta fuckin' pee." * [[Oh shit!]]

<%-s.hg?"He":"She"%> bangs impatiently on the door for a few more seconds. You realize with horror that you never locked the door behind you. "That's it!" <%-s.hg?"he":"she"%> says, "I'm coming in there." * [[Orgasm!!!|Finish!!!]] * [[Escape through window.|Escape through window.]]

Throwing care to the wind, you yank your pants down and continue abusing your genitals, steadily approaching climax... Getting closer and closer... Until...!!! You achieve orgasm. It feels wonderful. Your body convulses a little, and you let out a loud moan of satisfaction. Seconds later, the door swings open to reveal a gigantic brown bear wearing a tank top and shorts. "...!!!" The bear's face goes red, and <%-s.hg?"he":"she"%> stares at you with what is clearly a combination of disgust and morbid curiosity. Suddenly though, <%-s.hg?"he":"she"%> recognizes you. With a devious smirk, <%-s.hg?"he":"she"%> closes the door behind <%-s.hg?"him":"her"%>, and asks, "Woah, Holly?" * [[Wait, I can explain!]]

Thinking quickly, you yank your pants up, pull the nearest window open, and dive through it to safety. Just then, the door behind you swings open to reveal Hazel Gently, a buxom brown bear. As you clear the window sill, you look out and realize that this window is on the second story, overlooking the backyard. You face-plant gracelessly in the backyard and rapidly lose consciousness. In your last waking seconds, you realize this was a very stupid idea. ### Game Over. * <a0 onclick="setup.rewind()">Rewind.</a>

<% s.previousCommand = "Wait, I-" %> The bear's hackles raise, and <%-s.hg?"he":"she"%> gets a wild look in <%-s.hg?"his":"her"%> eyes. Suddenly, you realize with horror exactly who <%-s.hg?"he":"she"%> is. Standing across the bathroom from you is the captain of your high school's old tackle football league: Hazel Gently. You try to explain that you're– Thud. Before you can get a word in edge-ways, or even pull your underwear up, you feel an unbearable weight on your front, and cold tile on your back. Hazel has tackled you to the floor, and is now pinning you by the shoulders. "Well well well," <%-s.hg?"he":"she"%> says proudly, breathing hotly onto your face, "if it isn't little Holly, still masturbating in the bathroom like the freak they are!" * [[Actually, my name is...]]

You groan from under <%-s.hg?"his":"her"%> oppressive mass, and try to say, actually my name is Hhh-... <%-s.hg?"He":"She"%> cuts you off by shifting <%-s.hg?"his":"her"%> weight onto your wind pipe. "Don't care. But I bet *you'd* care a whole lot if I told everyone at this party I caught you jerking off in the bathroom like a total creep! Isn't that right?" * [[Struggle under <%-s.hg?"him":"her"%>.|Struggle under Hazel.]]

You attempt to struggle for breath, but as a petite rabbit, you're hopelessly outmatched. <%-s.hg?"He":"She"%> realizes <%-s.hg?"he":"she"%>'s suffocating you, and slowly gets up, squishing <%-s.hg?"his":"her"%> rumbling belly against you in the process. <%-s.hg?"He":"She"%> eventually towers proudly over your collapsed body. "So. How about we make a little deal? I promise not to share the *embarrassing* details of how you jizzed yourself right in front of me, and in exchange..." A twisted smile comes across <%-s.hg?"his":"her"%> lips. "I get to eat you." * [[What? Never!]] * [[O-okay...]]

Gasping for air, you vehemently shake your head no. "Hm, really?" <%-s.hg?"he":"she"%> says, "I thought you'd like it! Remember that time the librarian caught you touching yourself to 'Keeping Them Down: Tips and Tricks for the Adolescent Predator?'" Hazel reaches down and scoops you up in <%-s.hg?"his":"her"%> arms like a baby, although <%-s.hg?"his":"her"%> grip is almost painfully tight. <%-s.hg?"He":"She"%> begins to carry you toward the bathroom door. * [[(oh no oh no)]]

"But if you're so *wildly* opposed to becoming bear shit, I guess you wouldn't mind if I brought you out there and jerked you off in front of *everybody*! I'm sure they'd be delighted to watch after they hear about how you creamed your jeans in Basil Armstrong's bathroom!" <%-s.hg?"He":"She"%> gives you a smack on the ass which sends shivers down your spine. "I bet there's loads of horny critters here who'd just love a piece of this bottom! I mean, assuming you just can't *stand* the thought of being dinner for dear ol' Hazel..." * [[W-wait! I'll do it!]]

Hazel smiles. "Thought so." <%-s.hg?"He":"She"%> leans down and grabs you by the collar, holding you menacingly up to <%-s.hg?"his":"her"%> face. <%-s.hg?"His":"Her"%> stomach lets out a low, hungry grumble. "Honestly, I'm surprised I never ate you before; you would've been a nice after-game snack!" The bear's paws clench around your skinny shoulders, and lift you effortlessly from the ground. "Don't worry Holly, this'll be our little secret." <%-s.hg?"He":"She"%> stretches <%-s.hg?"his":"her"%> jaw wide, giving you a clear look into the undulating red flesh of <%-s.hg?"his":"her"%> slobbering maw. "Ready to be bear-fat? Of course you are. Down the hatch!" * [[Gulp.|Hazel noms you.]]

Hazel laughs. "I should've known a little creep like you would say yes... For all I know, you're just begging to get inside this belly." <%-s.hg?"He":"She"%> laughs and pats <%-s.hg?"his":"her"%> gut, which grumbles loudly. "I bet that makes you even hornier!" The bear's paws clench around your skinny shoulders, and lift you effortlessly from the ground. "Don't worry Holly, this'll be our little secret." <%-s.hg?"He":"She"%> stretches <%-s.hg?"his":"her"%> jaw wide, giving you a clear look into the undulating red flesh of <%-s.hg?"his":"her"%> slobbering maw. "Ready to be bear-fat? Of course you are. Down the hatch!" * [[Gulp.|Hazel noms you.]]

You attempt to squeal out in fear, but Hazel's giant bear mouth has already clamped down hard over your head. Your face is pressed into <%-s.hg?"his":"her"%> slobbery tongue as <%-s.hg?"he":"she"%> effortlessly slides your head and shoulders into <%-s.hg?"his":"her"%> maw. "Mmmm," Hazel moans as <%-s.hg?"he":"she"%> tastes your fur. You cringe as your face is slowly squeezed into the slimy, suffocating tunnel of <%-s.hg?"his":"her"%> esophagus. Hazel's paws effortlessly yank your jeans off as <%-s.hg?"he":"she"%> devours you, leaving you wearing only your top. You remember reading once that while their stomach acids can easily dissolve fur, flesh, and bone, bears often struggle to digest denim and leather. * [[Get swallowed.|Get swallowed by Hazel.]]

You flatten your ears against your head, and squeeze your eyes shut as your head begins to slide into Hazel's slick gullet. The big bear handles you effortlessly, now using <%-s.hg?"his":"her"%> paws to grip your struggling legs so you can't kick <%-s.hg?"him":"her"%> in the face. The slimy gulping sensation continues down your neck and <%-s.hg?"his":"her"%> throat wraps around your shoulders as well. During your first (and only) year on the football team, you saw <%-s.hg?"him":"her"%> use this exact technique on a wolf boy from a rival school. When <%-s.hg?"he":"she"%> caught you watching, <%-s.hg?"he":"she"%> called you a pervert, and threatened to do the same to you if you told anyone. <%-s.hg?"He":"She"%> even made you lie and cover for <%-s.hg?"his":"her"%> absence while <%-s.hg?"he":"she"%> digested him. You shudder to think that now you're going to become bear fat in the exact same way. * [[Enter Hazel's stomach.]]

After what feels like an eternity, you open your eyes and find that you are now sliding head-first into the bear's cavernous, fleshy stomach. Well, it's not exactly cavernous, but there's at least enough room for you to curl up into a ball, soaking in a puddle of hot enzymes. Your hind paws slip over Hazel's tongue, and <%-s.hg?"he":"she"%> eagerly slurps them up like noodles. A gulp sends them down to their resting spot, where you and your soaking-wet t-shirt are stewing inside <%-s.hg?"his":"her"%> hot, uncomfortable gut. Hazel opens <%-s.hg?"his":"her"%> mouth, and lets out an obscene, spine-rattling "BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP." Hazel laughs, "Whew, 'scuse me," and looks down at the bulge your body makes in <%-s.hg?"his":"her"%> belly. Surprisingly, it's not a very big bulge, though this speaks more to Hazel's size than it does to yours. You're amazed that <%-s.hg?"he":"she"%> can still stand up on two legs with you inside <%-s.hg?"him":"her"%>. * [[Hazel, let me out of here!]] * [[Why are you doing this?]]

Hazel laughs, already occupied with snapping photos of <%-s.hg?"his":"her"%> prey-filled gut for <%-s.hg?"his":"her"%> social media account. "Let you out? Gee, well, let me think about it... Uhhh... No." <%-s.hg?"He":"She"%> gives <%-s.hg?"his":"her"%> gut a couple of firm pats, causing your prison to jiggle and bounce. You struggle and kick out against the stomach walls with all your might. "Aahh! No!" <%-s.hg?"he":"she"%> squeals, "Stoppit, that tickles! Hehehe!" You're hyperventilating now, using up whatever precious bit of air is left inside <%-s.hg?"his":"her"%> noxious gut. Reluctantly, you stop struggling. "Thank you. Now if you don't mind, I'm *trying* to update my Snapchomp status." <% if (!visited("Why are you doing this?")) { %> * [[Why are you doing this?]] <% } else { %> * [[I don't want to be digested...]] <% } %>

Hazel smirks, and jiggles <%-s.hg?"his":"her"%> gut around with you inside it. The result is extremely disorienting and unpleasant. Hazel's voice rumbles and reverberates around you. <%-s.hg?"He":"She"%> sits down on top of the toilet. "Well Holly, it's simple," <%-s.hg?"he":"she"%> says, "You're smaller and weaker than me. That makes you my food." That's not fair, you cry! "Y'know, you seem to care a lot about 'fairness' for someone who's about to become shit... I'll admit, I've wanted to digest you ever since I laid eyes on your scrawny ass. Rabbit fur is *so* yummy. And you're small enough that you won't even make me much fatter!" <% if (!visited("Hazel, let me out of here!")) { %> * [[Hazel, let me out of here!]] <% } else { %> * [[I don't want to be digested...]] <% } %>

Hazel groans, "Oh, boo-friggin-hoo. I don't wanna lug ninety pounds of digested dork around with me all night, but you don't see me complaining..." <%-s.hg?"His":"Her"%> phone lets out a little celebratory chime. "Woah, I got bonus tokens for eating five prey this week! I kept my streak up thanks to you. I guess I owe you one!" You optimistically ask if that means <%-s.hg?"he":"she"%>'ll let you out now. "I'm *literally* rolling my eyes right now. I *have* to digest you now, or I'll lose my streak! My followers are gonna eat this up..." * [[Please let me out of here!|Beg for Hazel to let you out.]]

You tell <%-s.hg?"him":"her"%> you're starting to feel short of breath, and very exhausted. The surrounding liquids are starting to sting your fur. "Awww," Hazel laughs, "is widdle Holly-wolly going nap-naps in the big scary bear's tum-tum?" You say you're being serious. If <%-s.hg?"he":"she"%> doesn't let you out you're going to die. Your eyelids are getting very, very heavy. You need to... rest your head... Hazel's massive paws gently caress the stomach walls around you, lulling your anxious mind into a light slumber. "Bye-bye Holly. You were lousy at football, but you make an excellent dinner." * [[Hazel: Digest.]]

Hazel tentatively pokes <%-s.hg?"his":"her"%> stomach as it stops moving. <%-s.hg?"He":"She"%> shrugs, then drops <%-s.hg?"his":"her"%> pants and pees. "Phew," <%-s.hg?"he":"she"%> sighs with relief. Finally, <%-s.hg?"he":"she"%> stands up, and walks out of the bathroom and back into the party. "Hoo-hoo!" says an owl, instantly noticing the bear's belly now poking out from underneath <%-s.hg?"his":"her"%> tank top. "Looks like somebody caught a snack! Anybody I know?" Hazel grins. "Remember Hollis Freely?" The owl gazes back down at the bear's bloated belly, and suddenly looks distraught. "You bitch! I literally told you *I* was gonna eat them! I had dibs." "Sorry sis, I *had* to." Hazel turns to whisper to the owl, "You'll never believe this, but I walked in on them *masturbating* in the bathroom. Like, they literally creamed their jeans right in front of me!" The owl snickers and grabs <%-s.hg?"him":"her"%> by the arm. "Hoo hoo hoo! Omigosh, that's insane! C'mon, we gotta tell Basil." ### The End. <% setup.addAchievement("HAZEL_VORE_ENDING"); %> * [[Epilogue.|Epilogue: Hazel Post Vore.]] <%=T.CWI("Scat")%> * <a0 onclick="setup.restart()">Restart.</a>

<div.social-card> Hazel Gently @real_grizzy_grumbler – 12h <div.placeholder-img.belly-gradient role="img" alt="A blurred out image. The brown radial gradient which gives the faint suggestion of a bear's stomach">NSFW</div> Just did a little "catching up" with an old friend! They were positively scrumptious, but I don't think this shirt fits anymore... #<%-s.hg?"Girl":"Boy"%>Belly #Digestion #Yumm #SnackGoals ♡ 926 <div.social-card__comments> bellyfan_xox hot tummy!! can you film it struggling? ally.hoppers6 dang hazel, u got huge! 😳😳💖 </div> </div> * [[11h ago...]]

<div.social-card> Hazel Gently @real_grizzy_grumbler – 11h 🎉🐻💃 This party got wild! Gotten so many compliments on my huge tummy. Feels like Holly is finally starting to soften up... I swear, dorks always give me indigestion... #TGIF #Party #Lit #BellyDance #TummyRubsPlease ♡ 219 </div> * [[9h ago...]]

<div.social-card> Hazel Gently @real_grizzy_grumbler – 9h There's nothing like falling asleep with a gut full of squirmy and squishy prey. Mmmm... #Burp #Sleepy #😴 #TopOfTheFoodChain ♡ 39 <div.social-card__comments> prey_rights_478 disgusting. #PreyArePeopleToo vorelord.6969 guess who's getting ate 2nite 👅☝️ real_grizzy_grumbler @prey_rights_478 💩 get blocked lol </div> </div> * [[1h ago...]]

<div.social-card> Hazel Gently @real_grizzy_grumbler – 1h Good morning #GrizzGang! My belly is so jiggly now, and I'm not even hung over! Time to pass the dweeb I digested last night. Pics incoming, xoxo #GrizzGang #Gurgling #🍑 ♡ 199 </div> * [[3m ago...]]

<div.social-card> Hazel Gently @real_grizzy_grumbler – 3m <div.placeholder-img.poop-gradient role="img" alt="A blurred out image. The radial gradient gives the faint impression of a toilet with poop in it.">NSFW</div> Wow, they were a bitch to push out, but they made my ass look fantastic. Oh well. Bye Holly, I always thought you were a little turd. 🐻💩🧻 #Disposal #PostVore #PreyPoops #StillHungry ♡ 621 <div.social-card__comments> kal.mousie woah, you ate someone? gut.filler.19m Eat me next please! bigger.jb.21 gods, i'm glad that's not me. </div> </div> * <a0 onclick="setup.restart()">Restart.</a>

You walk down the hall and enter the garage. The garage door is open, looking out onto rows of similarly suburban houses. Cool fresh air enters. The smell of freedom. Parked inside the garage is a clean and polished pickup truck from a luxury brand, and a similarly ostentatious boat. A few feet ahead of you, you see a red fox, who appears to be struggling to carry a huge cardboard box. Stacked haphazardly on top is a number of objects, including some electronics, a game console, two silver candelabras, and what appears to be a priceless oil painting. The fox notices you. <span.ren>"Hiya!!! 😊👋🐾" the fox says, talking in an <span.ren>unusually 😃 excited and 😃😃 expressive manner. * <a0 data-passage="What are you doing?" onclick="story.state.rm = true">Ask him what he's up to.</a> *(Male Pred)* * <a0 data-passage="What are you doing?" onclick="story.state.rm = false">Ask her what she's up to.</a> *(Female Pred)* <%=T.CWP("Nonconsensual vore", "Death", "Violent threat", "Accidental injury", "Casual vore", "Bad breath", "Police corruption")%> <div->[[What are you doing?]]</div>

You ask <%=s.rm?"him":"her"%> what <%=s.rm?"he":"she"%>'s doing. <%=s.rm?"He":"She"%> smiles and replies, <span.ren>"Stealing!!! 🦊<%=s.rm?"🦹‍♂️":"🦹‍♀️"%>💰" Yeah, you guess that was pretty obvious. <span.ren>"Ur timing is 👌 perf," <%=s.rm?"he":"she"%> says, gesturing with <%=s.rm?"his":"her"%> bushy tail towards the truck, <span.ren>"Could u unlatch the 🛻 tailgate for me?" * [[Is that a good idea?]]

<span.ren>"🤨 Um, it's a *great* idea? I've always wanted some of this 🎮🖼💰 stuff!!!" You say you meant, like, ethically. Won't the folks who live here be upset about this? <span.ren>"The 🐴 folks who live here are loaded. They probs won't even notice!!! 🙈<%=s.rm?"🤷‍♂️":"🤷‍♀️"%> I'm like Robin Hood! I steal from the 💰 rich, and give to the me!" And what if they do notice? you ask. <span.ren>"Sounds like a problem for <%=s.rm?"🦹‍♂️":"🦹‍♀️"%> Future Ren," <%=s.rm?"he":"she"%> chuckles, <span.ren>"I'm Ren, btw. 😉" * [[Uh, I'm Hollis.]]

You're Hollis, you reply, scratching your ears nervously. <span.ren>"Pleased to meet u 🐰😎 dude!!!" <%=s.rm?"he":"she"%> says. <span.ren>"Sorry, can I call u 🐰 dude? Or are you more of a 🐰👩❓ dude-ess?" A-actually, you're neither? you reply. <span.ren>"Oh, neat!!! 🐰👤" <%=s.rm?"he":"she"%> smiles, carefully balancing the almost cartoonishly large pile of stolen goods, <span.ren>"Anyway, I could use some help with that latch. Any time now!!! ⏳" * [[Help with the latch.|Help Ren.]] * [[Don't.|Don't help Ren.]]

You don't assist <%=s.rm?"him":"her"%>, instead choosing to carefully back toward the door, so as not to seem complicit in <%=s.rm?"his":"her"%> burglary. If anyone asks, you were just looking to get some fresh air, when you stumbled upon this eccentric kitsune stealing a load of valuables. It's the perfect alibi, you think, because it's completely true. Ren struggles to keep the box steady. <span.ren>"🛻 Trunk... Now... Please? ⏳⏳⏳ I'm kind of in a 🥒 here, and if u don't, I'm... gonna..." * [[Go back to the foyer...?|Ren drops the boxes.]]

You inch toward the door. <span.ren>"Ack!!! 😨😨😨" Ren loses <%=s.rm?"his":"her"%> balance and drops the box, sending all of its contents crashing to the ground, including a fine porcelain teapot and a GameStation 4 Pro. <%=s.rm?"He":"She"%> watches helplessly as they smash into several pieces. "😦😟😔" <%=s.rm?"His":"Her"%> ears and whiskers droop with defeat. <%=s.rm?"He":"She"%> looks like <%=s.rm?"he":"she"%>'s about to cry. Taking this as your cue to leave, you twist the knob to the garage door. Just as you do, Ren growls, <span.ren>"👿👿👿 *Don't move.* I'm not done with u. 💢" * [[Hollis: Escape.]]

You can't fault <%=s.rm?"his":"her"%> logic. Well, you can, but you probably shouldn't get on this fox's bad side. You walk over and unlatch the tailgate so Ren can load <%=s.rm?"his":"her"%> pile of loot onto the flatbed. <span.ren>"😮‍💨 Phew," <%=s.rm?"he":"she"%> says, closing it up again, <span.ren>"I owe ya one!!! 🫂🫂" Ren suddenly grabs you into a warm hug, affectionately wrapping <%=s.rm?"his":"her"%> tail around your whole body for a moment, before releasing you as if nothing happened. N-no problem, you stammer! <%=s.rm?"He":"She"%> walks around to the driver-side door, <%=s.rm?"his":"her"%> tail already wagging with the excitement of a successful heist. * [[Is this your truck?]] <%=T.CWP("Crimes? Crimes")%>

You ask Ren if this is <%=s.rm?"his":"her"%> vehicle, even though you probably know the answer already. Ren hops into the driver's seat, sniffs around a bit, and jingles a set of keys that was stashed in a cup-holder. <span.ren>"🔑😁 Is now!!!" <%=s.rm?"he":"she"%> laughs, <span.ren>"Wanna take it for a little spin? 🛻😃" * [[Hey, why not?]] * [[That seems like a bad idea...]]

You seriously consider <%=s.rm?"his":"her"%> offer. You had reservations at first, but the more you think about it, the more excited you are to partake in a high-stakes getaway as this strange fox's unwitting accomplice. It almost feels like you're in some kind of video game. You don't want to be the only one here when someone notices everything that's missing, but it really feels like you're forgetting something. * [[I can't leave my friend...]]

You remember that Reese is still here, and possibly in danger. You can't just abandon him, not at a party full of predators! <span.ren>"Oh, ur 🐹 friend's totally in some pred's belly by now, 🐺🤰" Ren says. What? You ask <%=s.rm?"him":"her"%> how <%=s.rm?"he":"she"%> knows. <span.ren>"<%=s.rm?"🤷‍♂️":"🤷‍♀️"%> Call it a hunch," <%=s.rm?"he":"she"%> says, <span.ren>"No prey ever came to a party like this expecting to leave in one piece, right? Everyone's either here to 🐺 eat or be 🥩 eaten." You didn't realize this was that kind of party, you say. Ren smirks, <span.ren>"Want a ride home?" * [[No, I really shouldn't...]]

Ren looks at you, surprised.<span.ren>"What, ur backing out now? I thought u were a 🐇 rabbit, not 🐔 chicken." You say you'd really love to... commit a crime, but as a rule, you try not to take rides from strangers. <span.ren>"C'mon," the fox says with a vicious smile, <span.ren>"it'll be fun!!! A little joy-ride never hurt nobody!" * [[I can't leave my friend...]]

Ren narrows <%=s.rm?"his":"her"%> eyes. <span.ren>"Ur just trying to snitch on me, aren't u. 😠" What? No, you say. You might be a bit of a square, but you're not a narc. <%=s.rm?"He":"She"%> climbs out of the truck and advances towards you. <span.ren>"😠😠 Don't lie!!! I can *smell* ur lies, 🦊🦊🦊" Ren says, nose twitching wildly, <span.ren>"Ur practically *dripping* with deceit." You nervously start to step toward the door. * [[Hollis: Escape.]]

You take a deep breath and make a break for the door, praying you'll be fast enough to make it out of here alive. <span.ren>"😠😠😠 Graaaah!" You're not fast enough. With incredible agility, Ren leaps at you and grabs you by the middle. <%=s.rm?"He":"She"%> bares <%=s.rm?"his":"her"%> claws and fangs. <span.ren>"😡 This is ur fault," <%=s.rm?"he":"she"%> seethes, <span.ren>"You were about to go tell on me, weren't u?" * [[What? No!]]

No! You cry out, trying to wrestle free, you're not gonna tell anyone! Promise! <span.ren>"🤬 Horsecrud!!!" <%=s.rm?"he":"she"%> says, bringing <%=s.rm?"his":"her"%> sharp teeth right up against the exposed fur of your neck, licking saliva from <%=s.rm?"his":"her"%> lips. This is a obscene gesture, uncommon among civilized anthros. <%=s.rm?"He":"She"%> growls, <span.ren>"Gimme one good reason I shouldn't frigging eat u right now. 🥩🩸" Your body is frozen. In the heat of the moment, flushed with fear, you try to reply. Your lips quiver, and your ears flatten, but your tongue won't form words. <span.ren>"Whoops, 😈" Ren says, locking the door behind you with a *click*, <span.ren>"Too slow." * [[Ren: No witnesses.]]

Ren glomps <%=s.rm?'his':'her'%> lips over your head (<span.ren>"🦊🥱🐇"), and begins working to squeeze it into <%=s.rm?'his':'her'%> throat. You try to squirm free, but <%=s.rm?'he':'she'%>'s gripping your body too tightly. Your vision goes dark. The fur on your ears feel slobbery. All you can smell is fish... You look up at your destination, and wince slightly. The fox's pulsating throat keeps blasting you with ♨️ hot, ♨️♨️ putrid air. <%=s.rm?'He':'She'%> seems to be hyperventilating as <%=s.rm?'he':'she'%> eats you. * [[Try persuasion?]] * [[Please! Don't do this!|Try persuasion?]]

Your voice is muffled by the slick tongue covering your face, but you try to call out to Ren: It's not too late! <%=s.rm?'He':'She'%> doesn't have to do this! The fox lets out a low growl. (<span.ren>"😈<%=s.rm?"‍🧛🏻":"🧛🏻‍♀️"%>👅") You realize <%=s.rm?'his':'her'%> teeth are now positioned directly around your throat, and <%=s.rm?'he':'she'%> could easily bite your head off if so inclined. You rationally decide to keep your mouth shut from now on. <%=s.rm?'He':'She'%> responds with a happy murr (<span.ren>"🤤") and swallows again, so your shoulders fill <%=s.rm?'his':'her'%> cheeks. Your face is moments from sliding into <%=s.rm?'his':'her'%> gullet. * [[Take a deep breath.]] * [[Struggle for freedom!]]

Just before your head slips into the fox's slimy throat. You take in a big lungful of putrid air and hold it. <%= story.render("Get swallowed by Ren.") /* [[Get swallowed by Ren.]] */%>

<%=T.CWP("Accidental injury", "Blood", "Mauling")%> You thrash your arms and legs, trying to free yourself. Instinctively, the fox sinks <%=s.rm?'his':'her'%> teeth into the flesh of your neck, something <%=s.rm?'he':'she'%> immediately regrets. You feel stinging pain as Ren releases you, and you collapse weakly to the garage floor. Everything feels hot and blurry. Then you fall unconscious. <span.ren>"😨😨🥩🩸" ### Game Over. * <a0 onclick="setup.undo()">Undo</a>

Your head slides into the tight fleshy tube with a slick *grlk* noise. (<span.ren>"🤤💦💦💦") Ren is pretty large for a fox, but not the biggest anthro you've seen tonight. You get the feeling <%=s.rm?'he':'she'%>'s somewhat struggling to devour you. Still, this doesn't prevent <%=s.rm?'him':'her'%> from swallowing both your head and shoulders in a single powerful <span.ren>"😝 *gulp*~". * [[Enter Ren's stomach.]]

Your head pokes into Ren's stomach. It's wet. It's hot. It's wet and hot. Your legs slide in behind you. Ren swallows them with a satisfied <span.ren>"👅 Murr...", and they slide down <%=s.rm?"his":"her"%> throat like thick, furry noodles. You've never been eaten before, but it's basically exactly how you imagined it. Your body is packed tight into a curled up position, in a dank, squelching sac meant only for food. As you lie here, now completely encapsulated in this fox's body, you feel almost... at home? As if you are fulfilling an important role in the grand scheme of things. As though being devoured was exactly what was expected from you from the beginning. Ren burps (<span.ren>"😮‍💨😌") and <%=s.rm?"his":"her"%> stomach walls clench tighter around you. You begin to suspect that getting out of here won't be easy. <span.ren>"Woah, 😳" <%=s.rm?"he":"she"%> says, rubbing <%=s.rm?"his":"her"%> huge belly, <span.ren>"That was intense. 😌😌" * [[Wh-why did you do that?]]

You scramble around inside to get Ren's attention, and ask <%=s.rm?"him":"her"%> why <%=s.rm?"he":"she"%> just ate you. <span.ren>"😕 W-well," <%=s.rm?"he":"she"%> says, <span.ren>"I didn't want u to 🐇💨 escape and snitch on me. Then it was kinda like my body just took over? 🦊<%=s.rm?"🤷‍♂️":"🤷‍♀️"%>" You say weren't gonna rat <%=s.rm?"him":"her"%> out, honestly. <span.ren>"Oh," <%=s.rm?"he":"she"%> replies, rubbing <%=s.rm?"his":"her"%> gut bashfully. <span.ren>"Well, what's done is done... 😏" * [[Can you get me out of here?]]

Ren puts a paw on <%=s.rm?"his":"her"%> chin. <span.ren>"Well, I... 🤔 don't actually know?" <%=s.rm?"He":"She"%>... doesn't know? <span.ren>"This is actually my first time eating someone whole like this... 😳 Like, I could try throwing u up? But that sounds p gross tbh. 🤢" * [[...Could you try?]]

You're surprised (and honestly, impressed) to hear this is <%=s.rm?"his":"her"%> first time, considering how fast it went by. Still, your life and Reese's depends on you getting out of here. You ask Ren to try throwing you up. <span.ren>"😕 I mean I guess..." <%=s.rm?"he":"she"%> says. <span.ren>"I'd feel really bad if I ☠️ digested u, you seem nice... Although you might finally make my <%=s.rm?"🍑 ass":"🍈 chest"%> fill out..." Focus, you say! You need <%=s.rm?"him":"her"%> to get you out of here. <span.ren>"Fine... 😒 Here goes... 🤢" Ren begins slowly sticking a claw into <%=s.rm?"his":"her"%> throat. Suddenly, you hear the garage's doorknob rattle. <span.ren>"😧 Oh crap," Ren says. * [[What now?]]

You hear pounding on the door. <span.ren>"Y'know those 🐴 horses I mentioned earlier?" You squint. The ones <%=s.rm?"he":"she"%> said would never notice? <span.ren>"Yeah, 😬" Ren says, <span.ren>"they noticed. 🙊" A <%=s.rm?"gruff":"ladylike"%> voice yells through the door, "What's going on in there?" <span.ren>"Nothing!!!" Ren yells back, <span.ren>"Just normal, consensual vore!!! 🦊<%=s.rm?"🫃":"🤰"%>" You feel <%=s.rm?"his":"her"%> belly sag and slosh around you, as <%=s.rm?"he":"she"%> rushes over to the truck and climbs into the driver's seat. * [[Ren: Getaway.]]

Through the muffled fat of Ren's gut, you hear the truck's engine roar to life. The fox gets an excited smile plastered across <%=s.rm?"his":"her"%> face (<span.ren>"😃🏎🏎 !!!!") as <%=s.rm?"he":"she"%> slams the truck into reverse, and peels out at full speed. Just then, a <%=s.rm?"surly brown horse in a letterman's jacket":"cream-colored horse with braided hair"%> bursts into the garage, and watches with bewilderment as a huge-gutted fox swerves <%=s.rm?"his":"her"%> prized truck out onto the main road. "What the fuck!?" the horse yells as Ren speeds away. Ren pats your curled-up bulge. <span.ren>"Don't worry little 🐰 guy... person... thingy. Jus' gotta give these 🐴 yuppies the slip, then I can 🤢 u outta there!!!" You're really not feeling reassured. * [[H-have you done this before?]] <%=T.CWP("Grand theft auto")%>

Ren smiles. <span.ren>"Oh yeah, loads of times!!! 😉🛻💨 What did *u* do in high school?" Getting involved in a car-jacking wasn't really in your evening plans, you say. If this goes poorly, you could be killed. Or worse, arrested! <span.ren>"Trust me, ur in good paws. 🐾 No one's ever caught me yet, and I don't intend to be change that. <%=s.rm?"🦹‍♂️":"🦹‍♀️"%>" Ren revs the engine. Soon, <%=s.rm?"he":"she"%>'s onto the highway, experimentally speeding and pushing the limits of the vehicle's motor. You can't see, but a constant grin is plastered on <%=s.rm?"his":"her"%> face. It sounds like <%=s.rm?"he":"she"%>'s truly in <%=s.rm?"his":"her"%> element. Then, you hear sirens. <span.ren>"Oh, fuzz. 🚔🚔🚔" says Ren. * [[(oh gosh oh fluff)]]

You can hear Ren's heart rate quickening as it pulses all around you. Your captor is now being chased by police. <span.ren>"Fudging bullshrimp! 😾🛻🚓🚓💨" the fox mutters, noticing two police cars in the rear view mirror. You poke <%-s.rm?"him":"her"%> in the gut, and tell Ren that um, you think maybe <%-s.rm?"he":"she"%> should turn <%-s.rm?"him":"her"%>self in. This all seems really dangerous, and you'd *really* like to get out of here in one piece... Ren pats you firmly, clearly not appreciating the distraction of having you inside <%-s.rm?"him":"her"%> during this tense situation. <span.ren>"🤫 Can't talk," <%-s.rm?"he":"she"%> says, <span.ren>"evading cops!!!" * [[Seriously, slow down!]]

You tell Ren to slow down, and kick your foot out to help your point. <%=s.rm?"His":"Her"%> stomach seems to respond by growling a little. Is it getting hotter and wetter in here? <span.ren>"😼 Good idea, but I got a better one." Ren replies, ignoring your advice completely. Instead, <%=s.rm?"he":"she"%> floors it, and begins rapidly gaining speed. You groan. You're now starting to run low on air, and fizzy liquids are beginning to tickle your toes. You tell Ren that <%=s.rm?"he":"she"%>'s gotta turn <%=s.rm?"him":"her"%>self in, and puke you up. Instead, Ren turns the truck's lights off, allowing it to disappear into the darkness. <span.ren>"My exit's coming up next. Let's see them cop *this!* 😼🛻🔥💨" * [[Struggle desperately inside Ren.]]

Ren prepares to crank the wheel to the right, and shake the fuzz. You kick around frantically. Ren pats <%=s.rm?"his":"her"%> gut frantically. <span.ren>"Nnnng~ 😩 S-stop it!!!", <%=s.rm?"he":"she"%> groans, <span.ren>"😖 Ur gonna break my focus and..." <%=s.rm?"He":"She"%> misses the turn, and is now heading head-long toward a barricade of five more police cars. <span.ren>"🚔🚔😦🚔🚔" Defeated, <%=s.rm?"he":"she"%> has no choice but to pull to a stop. <span.ren>"😡 Grr..." You hear Ren produce a deep, low growl. * [[Uh-oh...]]

A wildebeast and a boar step out of the foremost police car to apprehend Ren. "Outta the car," the wildebeast yells, "You have the right to remain silent." <span.ren>"🐷🐗👮<%=s.rm?"🙇‍♂️":"🙇‍♀️"%>😒..." Ren mutters, complying. "Paws where I can see em. You're wanted for possession of a stolen vehicle, reckless driving, and endangerment of life," the boar says. You feel him poke a finger at you through Ren's shirt. "This thing still alive?" he asks. "Not sure," the wildebeast says. She asks Ren, "Is your prey recent?" Ren shakes <%=s.rm?"his":"her"%> head. <span.ren>"<%=s.rm?"🙅‍♂️":"🙅‍♀️"%>... ⏱🐇🥩☠️ *BURP*." "We're probably too late," the boar says, "it seems pretty far along in the digestive process..." * [[N-no I'm not!]]

You struggle vehemently. You do feel weaker after being trapped in here for so long, but you're still perfectly and completely alive. Although it's starting to get pretty wet in here, and you're really starting to feel light-headed. The wildebeast scratches her head and asks Ren, "We're too far out to get an ambulance here. Can you puke up this prey?" <span.ren>"🥺🥺😖" says Ren. You squirm and kick harder, letting out kicks and muffled yells. The officers look awkwardly amongst themselves, then back at Ren's bulging gut. "Sounds like the prey is in pain," says the boar uneasily. "Maybe we should just let things take their course?" * [[No! Get me out of here!!]]

You cry out. No I'm not! Let me out! Please! "Alright," says the wildebeast, "just don't tell the PRA's. Media will be all over our ass if they catch a whiff of this..." Ren sighs with relief, <span.ren>"😌😌😌". You guess <%=s.rm?"he":"she"%>'s really mad at you. The boar snaps a pair of handcuffs onto <%=s.rm?"his":"her"%> wrists and says, "We recieved a report from one <%=s.rm?"Basil":"Lacey"%> Armstrong of a stolen vehicle with this tag. Ren Davis, you are under arrest." Ren's stomach pulses around you happily (<span.ren>"⛓<%=s.rm?"🤷‍♂️":"🤷‍♀️"%>😏☠️"). As Ren is hauled away, you feel yourself... beginning to... pass out. <% setup.addAchievement("REN_VORE_ENDING"); %> * [[Epilogue.|Epilogue: Ren route.]] * <a0 onclick="setup.restart();">Restart</a>

The late morning sun pours through a square window, between steel bars, and onto a big, fat-gutted fox who is sleeping soundly inside a concrete cell at the St. Buckwheat Corrections Facility. <span.ren>"🥱... What a party!" <%-s.rm?"he":"she"%> yawns. Ren's cellmate—a small copper-colored fennec fox—looks over. <%-!s.rm?"He":"She"%> says with hard, metallic lisp, <span.xander>"Look who decided to wake up," <%-!s.rm?"he":"she"%> says, <span.xander>"The name is <%=!s.rm?"Xander":"Xandra"%>, serial tax evader. What is a cute thing like you doing in a place like this?" <span.ren>"🤔 Well, I got caught stealing a cool 🛻 truck from some horses, plus several hundreds of dollars of 💰 valuable goods. So basically... <%=s.rm?"🤷‍♂️":"🤷‍♀️"%> nothing!!!" <%-!s.rm?"Xander":"Xandra"%> chuckles, <span.xander>"Crikey, sounds like quite the evening." <span.ren>"Oh, and I ate an <img class="emoji" alt="(agender pride flag)" src="assets/images/emoji-agender-flag.svg"></a> agender 🐇 rabbit at a 🎈 party!!! " Ren pats <%-s.rm?"his":"her"%> gut, and it grumbles back in response. <span.ren>"I'll probs need to use that 🚽 toilet over there in a few hours..." <span.xander>"Wait, you can eat and digest people?" <%-!s.rm?"Xander":"Xandra"%> frowns, now becoming very cognizant of the fact that <%-!s.rm?"he":"she"%>'s all alone with <%-s.rm?"him":"her"%>. <span.ren>"Only as of recently, but yeah!!! 😃😃 I'm not overly happy to be here, but it was actually really nice of the 🏛 prison system to serve me 🍳 breakfast in bed!" <span.xander>"Uh, what do you mean breakfast in..." <%-!s.rm?"Xander":"Xandra"%> blinks at the realization. <span.xander>"...Oh shit." ### The End. * <a0 onclick="setup.restart();">Restart</a> * [[Credits]]

<%= passage.render(setup.party.getPartyMessage()) %> <%= story.render("Living room commands") /* [[Living room commands]] */ %>

* [[<%- setup.party.getDanceCommand() %>|Dance a little.]]  <% if (s.seenPunch) { %> * [[<%- setup.party.getPunchCommand() %>|Grab some punch.]] <% } %>  <% if (s.seenBasil) { %> * [[Wink back at the horse.|Wink back at Basil.]]  <% } %> <% if (s.seenByron) { %> * [[Approach guitar wolf.|Look at wolf.]] <% } %> <% if (s.partyFlavorsLooped > 2) %> *You've been at this for a while, and you're starting to feel dizzy. Maybe now you should try talking to someone!* <% ; %> <% setup.party.advanceState() %>

<% setup.setFlag("talkedToBasil"); %> The horse smiles, and walks over to you, carrying two bottles of beer. Like most draft horses, he's an absolute giant, although it's more polite to refer to larger anthros using euphemisms like "gentle", whereas smaller anthros are "noble". "Hey, thanks for coming," he says, squatting down to offer you one. It's this gesture makes you realize that he's truly twice your height, and easily the biggest person in the room. "I'm Basil." * [[Take drink.]] * [[Don't take drink.]] <%=T.CWP("Exhibitionism", "Revoked consent", "Willing prey", "Unwilling digestion", "Asphyxiation", "Scat references", "Casual vore", "Sadism")%>

You take the bottle and have a few courteous sips. He chugs his immediately, swallowing the whole beer in only a few gulps. It's impressive to watch. He wipes his mouth. "Those were some cool moves, kid," he says, smiling a little, "Seems like you're enjoying my party." * [[Thanks!|Thanks for the compliment!]] * [[I'd be happy to show you some more...]]

<% s.horseConsensualPath = false; %> He shrugs. "Suit yourself," he says, then chugs both bottles in hardly a few seconds. It's a little intimidating. Basil stares at your face for a second, and raises an eyebrow. "...Don't I know you from somewhere?" * [[I don't think so...]] * [[My name's Hollis?]]

He chuckles. "Y'know, you look familiar..." He spends a few seconds thinking, and raises an eyebrow. "...Do I know you from somewhere?" * [[I don't think so...]] * [[My name's Hollis?]]

He raises an eyebrow, and a satisfied smile comes across his face as he catches your meaning. He delicately takes your hand in his, and steps closer to you until he's almost looking straight down at you. It's a little intimidating. "Y'know, you look kinda familiar..." He spends a few seconds thinking, and raises an eyebrow. "...Do I know you from somewhere?" * [[I don't think so...]] * [[My name's Hollis?]]

"I've definitely seen your face before..." For a moment, he stares at you intently. His face is rugged and angular, yet his voice is quite gentle. Suddenly, his eyes flash with recognition. "Wait a minute, Holly Freely?" Hollis, you correct him. "Oh, right! It's me, Basil Armstrong! From Riveredge High? I think you were in my sister's math class!" * [[Oh, right!]]

His eyes flash with recognition. "No way! Hollis Freely? It's me, Basil Armstrong, from Riveredge High! I think you were in my sister's math class!" * [[Oh, right!]]

You remember him now. Basil was an award-winning track star, who graduated a year ahead of you. His younger sister once gave you math tutoring. "Yeah, small world, huh?" he says, You nod, awkwardly. "So anyway, what brings you to my party?" * [[I came here with a friend of mine...]] * [[Horse cock.]]

Basil seems taken aback by your candidness. "...What?" You repeat yourself. He blushes. "You... came here because you want a piece of this?" You smile deviously and nod, allowing your ears to flop cutely behind your head. Basil smiles. "Y'know, you always seemed kinda meek, but now it looks like you really know how to flaunt that tail of yours." * [[Interested in getting a closer look at my tail?|Oh, is my tail giving you ideas?]] * [[Want a taste?|...Do you want to eat me?]]

<% setup.setFlag("upstairsUnlocked"); %> "Oh, the guinea pig?" he asks. You nod, and ask if he saw which way he went. Basil thinks for a second, and says, "I think I saw him talking to my sister's boyfriend." You ask him if he saw anything after that. "No, I didn't. But if I were you, I'd probably look upstairs." * [[So, how's college?]] * [[Thanks for the tip. Goodbye.|Bye Basil.]]

You politely excuse yourself. The horse shoots you finger-guns as you leave. You head for the foyer. "Stay out of my room!" he calls. * <a0 data-passage="The Foyer.">Go back to the foyer.</a>

"It's going alright," he says, "West Nexus offered me a sports scholarship, but I wanted to stay closer to home, so I wound up at ZSU instead. Where are you going again?" * [[I dropped out.|...I'm not really sure yet.]] * [[...I'm not really sure yet.]]

"Well, I'm sure you'll figure something out," Basil says and shrugs. "Although, when you dance like that, somebody here might decide your future for you..." You ask him what that's supposed to mean. "Oh nothing," he muses, "But if you keep shaking your tail like that, you could easily give some drunk predator..." he waggles his eyebrows, "the *wrong idea*." * [[Is that a threat?]] * [[Oh, is my tail giving you \"ideas?\" (¯- w •¯)|Oh, is my tail giving you ideas?]]

*This path is unfinished. __Sorry!__* You flamboyantly wiggle your hips. Basil gives a surprised smile. He places a firm hand on your shoulder, then lightly caresses your cheek. "That depends," he says in a low voice, "Does your tail wanna feel thirteen inches of meat rubbing against it?" You cock an eyebrow and say that just because you're a rabbit doesn't mean you can't "eat meat." He brings himself down to your eye level. "Whaddya say we get a little more... re-acquainted?" You nod, trying to keep your cool, and not betray how excited you are. * [[...Do you want to eat me?]]

"No, no!" Basil stammers, "I'm just saying, you should be careful in a crowd like this." He crouches down, until his huge face is level with yours. You shudder a little as he murmurs into your tall fuzzy ears. "The folks round here, they'll digest you without a thought... And unlike me, they won't ask permission first." * [[...Do you want to eat me?]] * [[Kiss him.]]

You surprise him by immediately leaning in for a passionate kiss. "Mmph!" he cries, blindsided. Then, after a moment, he reciprocates. "Mmmm." After several seconds, he separates his lips from yours. "Well Hollis, whaddya say we get a little more... re-acquainted?" * [[...Do you want to eat me?]]

Basil's face looks serious as you ask this. Unconsciously, he begins salivating. He swallows a little saliva and asks, "Hollis... Do *you* want to be eaten?" * [[Yes.|Yes, eat me Basil.]] * [[No.|No thank you. (Basil)]]

You nod your head. Basil scoffs a little, and raises an eyebrow. "You want me to swallow you in front of all these people?" * [[Please.|Agree to let Basil eat you in the living room.]] * [[No, wait.|No, don't eat me Basil.]]

Basil frowns. "Heh. Change your mind?" He smugly twiddles his thumbs, "That's a shame, I was looking forward to getting a taste of you... You're sure you don't want it?" * [[Well, as long as you don't digest me...]] * [[No, thank you.|No thank you. (Basil)]] * [[How about a taste of my tail instead? (¯- w •¯)|Oh, is my tail giving you ideas?]]

Something inside your head is screaming at you to run, begging you not to succumb to such a pointless fate. Maybe the punch is messing with your head. But right now, all you can think about is the wet, hot flesh inside this horse's slobbery mouth. You nod your head again. Unconsciously, your tail starts wagging. Basil rises to his feet, a pleased, benevolent smile on his face. He removes his jacket to reveal a gray tank-top, a few shades lighter than your fur. "Alright then <%= visited("My name's Hollis?") ? "Hollis" : "Holly" %>," he says, "Prepare to be horse-food." * [[Strip naked.|Undress in the middle of the party.]]

You attract the attention of a few onlookers as you suddenly shuck off your clothes, and drop them on the floor. You hear a few whoops and hollers. Soon, nearly the whole crowd in the living room is looking at you with anticipation, murmuring eagerly amongst themselves. Basil towers over you. A bit of his drool drips on your left ear, causing you to twitch. You're sure you can make out a bulge in his trousers. "Huh," the horse says, glancing at your naked body with a bemused smile, "All this time I thought you were... Never mind." He licks his lips and says, "Let's give these folks a show!" The stallion grips you by the shoulders and stretches his mouth wide open. Your last thing you see are his flat white teeth, framing the inviting entrance to his gullet. * [[Basil: Glomph.]]

The party disappears, and your surroundings are swiftly replaced by the darkness of Basil's mouth. Your ears are immediately soaked in saliva, and you feel them tickling the back of this throat. "Mmmmf," Basil moans out loud. He runs his powerful tongue over your face, tasting you and coating your face in hot drool. A dozen strangers watch in awe as the massive horse swallows you. "Woooh," calls a Labrador, "Armstrong finally found a snack!" "Total cutie of a meal!" remarks an owl. "God, I wish that was me," sighs a black cat. Their voices become muffled as your ears are gulped into the horse's throat, followed by your head, neck, and shoulders. You can make out the crowd chanting in unison—"Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!"—as if spectators on a particularly hedonistic sport. * [[Become horse food.]]

Basil pats his belly with a satisfied smile on his face, and takes a seat in a chair while his belly gurgles and groans with the telltale sounds of a digesting prey. "Yaaaaawn," he yawns, pressing and squeezing on his swollen gut as it slowly softens up, gradually dissolving whatever is left of the rabbit. Around him, the scene is a bit chaotic. Following his lead, the room has erupted into a flagrant display of sex and devourment. Clothes and full-bellied predators scatter the room. The few remaining prey are either hiding atop furniture, or actively being seduced by their peckish peers. Those with a penchant for neologism might call it a vorgy. Some watch enviously as a black cat's tail is slurped up between the lips of a hungry anaconda. Meanwhile, a drunk Labrador burps up the clothes of one of his friends. A lioness restrains a Shih Tzu girl's shoulders while her friend swallows her feet-first. Basil smiles as the party rages on. Another night well planned. ### The End. <% setup.addAchievement("BASIL_VORE_ENDING"); %> * [[Epilogue.|Epilogue: Basil Post Vore.]] <%=T.CWI("Scat disposal")%> * <a0 data-passage="Start">Restart</a>

The next morning, Basil goes to the bathroom. "Hnnnnnng~," he moans, sitting on the comfortably stallion-sized toilet in his house. His asshole clenches as he squeezes out plop after plop of shit. The putrid globs of horse-turd almost fill the massive toilet bowl, but are soon flushed away by its powerful plumbing. Whatever's left of Hollis that wasn't absorbed onto the horse's body goes unceremoniously racing into the sewers. "Phew," Basil says, squeezing his abdomen, "I'm glad I only ate one last night, otherwise my figure would be completely wrecked." He walks to the living room, to observe the resultant wreckage from last night's rager. Unsurprisingly, the living room is a complete mess. The floor is scattered with plastic cups and a couple of passed-out predators. Basil grabs a trash bag, and starts to clean up the trash. As he's nearing the entertainment center, he realizes that his sister's gaming console (a GameStation 4 Pro, to be precise) is missing. The AC adapter has been ripped straight out of the wall, probably by some drunk opportunistic thief. "Ugh," he groans, "I turn my back for one freakin' minute... Dad is gonna flip..." ### The End. * <a0 onclick="setup.restart()">Restart.</a>

Over the next three minutes or so, Basil slowly but eagerly works your body down his throat and into his belly. You feel yourself gliding effortlessly through the slick tunnel of his gullet, towards your tight, hot destination. He's done this before, hasn't he? A few furs in the room keep watching with wide eyes as they witness an act of predation for the first time. Others begin shamelessly touching themselves, and others still begin to survey their peers for potential meals. * [[Curl up in Basil's belly.]]

Basil laughs, the kind of chuckle which makes his belly squeeze in on you slightly, "I'll take that as a yes." The insides of Basil's stomach are spacious and warm. You're curled up in a loose ball, but you have enough room to get comfortable surrounded by the undulating flesh. Even though you specifically asked him to do this, you're still surprised by how aroused it's making you. First time for everything, after all. The stallion pats your outline and asks, "Say, d'ya think you can squirm around in there for me?" Every time you move slightly, he lets out a satisfied little grunt. You consider could probably take the opportunity to "enjoy yourself" a little... * [[Enjoy yourself.]]

You do that. You're already naked, so you take the opportunity to rub yourself in a pleasing way. The comfy, slimy walls squeeze and squish around you, resisting and conforming to your every movement. It's incredible. "Woah," Basil grunts, "That feels great! Never had a prey masturbate inside me before..." Meanwhile, Basil's display seems to have inspired a few other budding predators to also nab a meal. Surprisingly, most of the prey in the room seem pretty amenable to their fate, probably because that's exactly what they came here for. Basil too is attracting some attention, something you realize when you feel two pairs of hands pressing against your outline in his stomach. * [[What's going on out there?]]

Back outside, a pair of black cats have asked permission to touch Basil's bulging gut. You feel them curiously poking and prodding you, stifling little giggles and gasps as you twitch and move in response. "Woooah," one of them says, "This is *soo* hot. Hope it likes being horseshit!" Basil winks at the cat, "Stick around, and maybe you'll join them for the after-party!" They both squeal and scamper off giggling. * [[Wait, horseshit?]]

"...Oh. Of course," Basil says, awkwardly. He stands, and turns to leave. "Just uh, be careful out there, alright?" He starts to walk away. Basil walks away, back into the throng of dancing party goers. * [[Return to the Foyer|The Foyer.]]

Basil smiles again. "You've got yourself a deal, Freely." The stallion rises to his feet, a pleased, benevolent smile on his face. He yanks off his jacket to reveal a gray tank-top. A few people take interest, and look your way. "Alright then <%= visited("My name's Hollis?") ? "Hollis" : "Holly" %>," he says, "Prepare to be horse-food." * [[Strip naked.|Undress in the middle of the party.]]

The sphincter to his esophagus shuts tightly, as your hind paws come sliding into his stomach after you. Basil's full belly effortlessly stretches to contain the entirety of your curled up body, leaving a massive bulge sticking out of his previously flat and chiseled stomach. "BRAAAAAAAP," the stallion concludes, wiping his mouth with the neck of his tank top, which has long since given up on containing his swollen belly. He pats his gut happily. "How's it going in there?" * [[Moan.]]

"Yeah," Basil chuckles, "should only take me a few hours, really! I'll probably be squeezing you out into a toilet by this time tomorrow." * [[You're... gonna digest me?]]

Basil gives you an affirmative pat. "Uh, you know how this works, right? Did you think I was just gonna keep you in there forever? " <% if (visited("Well, as long as you don't digest me...")) { %> You cry out to say he said he wouldn't digest you! "Oh, I did promise that, didn't I... Well, it's not like I can let you out now. It'd be gross." <% } else { %> N-no, you stammer, you assumed he'd let you out. "Well," he says, patting his gut with a happy belch, "You know what happens when you assume: I make an ass out of you." <% } %> * [[Struggle.|Struggle inside Basil!]]

The lack of oxygen is making you dizzy. You bang helplessly on the walls of the horse's stomach, begging to be let out. "No, sorry. I get that you're new to this, but once you're in there, you're not coming back up." B-but you're friends, you insist! He can't just digest you! "Friends? C'mon, we talked like, twice while my sister taught you math." Money! You have money, you tell him! "I dunno if you've seen my house, but I'm *really* not that susceptible to bribery." He pokes your outline. "Jeez, you're really taking your time in there. Most meals woulda softened up by now. And I'd *reeally* like you to stop talking now." You're too light-headed to respond. You need to rest, you decide, before you can struggle any more. Just a short nap. You close your eyes, and drift off into oblivion. "Nothing else to say? Phew, finally..." * [[Basil: Digest.]]

Basil pats your bulging outline. "It is right? Glad you changed your mind. It must be nice knowing you're contributing to my sweet bod." Either because of the oppressive heat in here, or the lack of air, you feel yourself body begin to relax. You resume pleasuring yourself, now finding a strange arousal in the idea of being digested. You're going to die, but somehow, that hardly even matters to you? Mmmmn, you moan out. "You really like it in there, huh?" Basil laughs. "That's good, cause that's your new home!" His stomach acids are beginning to tingle your fur, and it's getting tougher to breathe. You pant with excitement, knowing that you're nothing but food. * [[Hollis: Cum.]]

You kick out at Basil's stomach walls. "Oooh, yeah, just like that," he says, either oblivious to, or completely ignoring the fact that he's about to digest you. Your world shakes nauseously as the horse grabs his gut, and sloshes it around a little. You're suddenly covered in stinging stomach acid. "Y'know, you prey like to whine about becoming shit, but they never consider how *we're* affected. I'm gonna have to hit the gym every day next week to get my six-pack back after what you do it." Your struggling only increases. The juices are beginning to tingle your fur, and it's getting tougher to breathe. * [[Get me out of here!|Basil: Get me out of here!]] *(Unwilling Digestion)* * [[This is kinda hot...]] *(Willing Digestion)*

You masturbate inside Basil's stomach, your movements gradually becoming faster and more furious. A few people outside are gawking and pointing at the motion coming from Basil's gut. He simply replies with a cocky smile. "Heh. You've really put on a show for us, huh?" He rubs his gut, sloshing you with more stomach acid. "Time to soften up now." The stingy liquids splash all over you, but you don't care. It's exactly what you needed to climax. You hold your breath, and finally orgasm. Waves of pleasure wash through every part of your body. Basil's stomach squeezes tightly around you, coating you in more and more acid. Just as the ecstasy begins to wane, you suddenly pass out. * [[Basil: Digest.]]

A black-furred wolf, about six feet tall, wearing in a stylish scarf and a checkered red flannel shirt. They're sitting aloofly on a couch, and serenading the party with an acoustic guitar. * <a0 onclick="story.state.bm = true;" data-passage="Talk to Byron.">Talk to him.</a> *(Male pred)* * <a0 onclick="story.state.bm = false;" data-passage="Talk to Byron.">Talk to her.</a> *(Female pred)* * [[Go back.|Dance a little.]] <%=T.CWP("Blood drinking", "Rape themes", "Nonconsensual vore", "Asphyxiation")%>

<% setup.setFlag("talkedToByron"); %> You walk over to the wolf. <%-s.bm?"He":"She"%> continues sitting on the couch, strumming bar chords on <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> guitar. <%-s.bm?"He":"She"%> looks really into it, but finally stops playing and acknowledges you with a nod. <span.byron>"Ahh," <%-s.bm?"he":"she"%> says, speaking with a <span.byron>deep, aristocratic accent, <span.byron>"The countenance of a lone rabbit amidst a grim setting is an unexpected pleasure. Perhaps... 'twas fate that united us?" * [[Uh, what?]]

You squint and say you're not really sure what <%-s.bm?"he":"she"%>'s talking about. <%-s.bm?"He":"She"%> looks aloofly out at the party, <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> dark green eyes glistening beneath the jet-black fur of <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> face. <span.byron>"Forgive an old hound's musings", <%-s.bm?"he":"she"%> says, <span.byron>"It was once said that rabbits are good luck, so it seemed ominous that fortune would lead you here..." <%-s.bm?"He":"She"%> takes a sip of water, and continues, <span.byron>"You tread like a small leaf on the wind... I wonder if we crueler beasts could learn something from that..." You stare back at <%-s.bm?"him":"her"%> blankly. Is <%-s.bm?"he":"she"%>... flirting with you? <%-s.bm?"He":"She"%> speaks like a moody teenaged vampire from a bad fan fiction, so it's sort of hard to tell. * [[...Have you tried the punch?]] * [[...Compliment <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> shirt?|Compliment shirt?]]

<span.byron>"No," replies the wolf, <span.byron>"I choose not to desecrate my body with that corporate poison." Right, you say, you never really saw the appeal either. * [[...Compliment <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> shirt?|Compliment shirt?]]

You notice that underneath <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> flannel, <%-s.bm?"he":"she"%>'s wearing a t-shirt from an emo rock group called Dingoes Ate My Girlfriend. You used to be pretty into them back in junior high. Cool shirt, you say. <span.byron>"Oh, what's this?" The wolf gives you a little smile. <span.byron>"Another soul moved by song? A kindred spirit, inspired by the Dingoes' poetics to muse on the thin, bloodless veneer of this shallow world?" You stare blankly. <%-s.bm?"He":"She"%> puts a paw on <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> chin, and continues to look contemplative, <span.byron>"Perhaps we have more in common than these shallow costumes of fur would have us believe..." * [[Actually I just like their music...]]

<span.byron>"Oh," <%-s.bm?"he":"she"%> replies, frowning, <span.byron>"I suppose I mistook you for a true aficionado. One who has stared into the ravenous abyss of sorrow, and emerged clad in the darkness of truth..." <%-s.bm?"He":"She"%> begins tuning <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> guitar and ignoring you. * [[Hey, I've done that!]]

You scowl and inform <%-s.bm?"him":"her"%> that you were a moody teenager once too! *You* just happened to grow out of it! <span.byron>"Oh really?" <%-s.bm?"he":"she"%> raises an eyebrow. <span.byron>"Then I suppose you should have no problem naming three Dingoes albums?" You roll your eyes. * [[*Red Paranoia. Chained Up Illness. Bite My Kiss.*|Name 3 of their albums.]] * [[*Sucker F\*cker. Dingoes Must Die. Eat Eat Repeat.*|Name 3 of their albums.]] * [[*Food for Love. Pain Train. Tummy KO OK.*|Name 3 of their albums.]]

The wolf raises <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> eyebrows as you correctly rattle off three D.A.M.G album titles. The wolf is silent for a moment, then says, <span.byron>"Truly, I am impressed by your knowledge. It is good to see *someone* at this party is not a culture-less ruthead. With whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?" * [[The name's Freely. Hollis Freely.]]

<span.byron>"Pleasure to make your acquaintance, noble rabbit," the wolf says, now observing you with renewed interest. <%-s.bm?"He":"She"%> gestures for you to sit, and you oblige. <%-s.bm?"His":"Her"%> fluffy tail curls around your back. It makes you slightly nervous. Finally, <%-s.bm?"he":"she"%> deigns to introduce <%-s.bm?"himself":"herself"%> to you. <%-s.bm?"He":"She"%> gestures grandiosely to <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> chest, and says, <span.byron>"I am <%-s.bm?"Emmet":"Emily"%> Byron III, but you may call me simply <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%>." <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%> extends <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> massive right paw. * [[Shake.]]

You politely return the pawshake. <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%>'s firm, professional grip around your wrist is uncomfortably tight, and you're relieved when <%-s.bm?"he":"she"%> lets go. <span.byron>"So. I take it you prefer the Dingoes later work?" * [[Well, actually...]]

On the contrary, your favorite was their first live album, *Dingoes On Tour*. <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%> nods slyly. <span.byron>"Yes, I think they sounded best with Strauss on the drums." You sweat a little at the mention of the band's original drummer, Strauss. A few weeks after their first tour, he mysteriously vanished. Eventually, it came out that he'd got into a drunken argument with the band's bassist, and was swallowed and digested. The ensuing scandal dominated headlines for several days. * [[Yeah, it's a shame that he... left.]]

The wolf raises <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> eyebrow. <span.byron>"My dear rabbit, taboos only serve to shackle your mind. If one lacks the freedom to speak honestly, one may as well not speak at all. You need not resort to euphemism around me." * [[Okay, it's a shame that he was eaten.]]

<%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%> nods, and looks off into the distance wistfully. <span.byron>"Yes, I despise the heedless snuffing of herbivorous life. All those songs unwritten, words left unsaid... That you prey live for years, amassing knowledge, skills, and memories, only to be extinguished in an instant... It is the greatest pity." <%-s.bm?"He":"She"%> gives you a rare moment of eye contact. <span.byron>"It is a kind of sorrow few predators would understand, I imagine." You say this turn of conversation is making you slightly uncomfortable. <span.byron>"Yes, this is a rather public place to have such an... intimate discussion." <%-s.bm?"he":"she"%> says, <span.byron>"Why don't we head upstairs? Somewhere the two of us may speak more... privately?" You're skeptical. * [[Why? So you can eat me?]]

<span.byron>"What?" <%-s.bm?"He":"She"%> acts offended, and says, <span.byron>"I had hoped that through my manners, I had proven myself above such silly suspicions. Unlike *some* of the savages here, I would never attempt to take advantage of a helpless little person in such a savage, ungentle manner. It is beneath me." Uh-huh, you say. <%-s.bm?"He":"She"%> raises a claw to <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> chin. <span.byron>"But, if *you* were interested in such a thing, I suppose I would have no choice but to accept..." * [[God, you're pathetic!]]

<%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%> blinks. <span.byron>"Ex*cuse* me?" You tell <%-s.bm?"him":"her"%> firmly that you're not gonna let <%-s.bm?"him":"her"%> eat you, or fuck you, or anything. <%-s.bm?"His":"Her"%> mouth seems to become slightly dry. <span.byron>"Are... are you sure? I have been told it can be quite... pleasant, given the right participants. A sensual reminder of animal passions long forgotten, a pleasure so greatly heightened by the cruel grip of mortality... Was I wrong to presume that your arrival here was a result of these incurable passions?" * [[Ew, no!|Shut it!]] * [[Shut it!]]

Ugh, stop talking like that, you say. The whole "sensitive musician" shtick is obviously just a ploy to lure in prey. You tell <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%> <%-s.bm?"he":"she"%>'s just horny and hungry, like everybody else at this dumb party. A literal wolf in sheep's clothing! <%-s.bm?"He":"She"%> narrows <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> eyes, and scowls, <span.byron>"...You insult me gravely, little thing. I have been nothing but a pinnacle of noble courtesy, and you rebuff both me and my pedigree." <%-s.bm?"He":"She"%> sticks out a paw. <span.byron>"Follow me." * [[Don't take it.]]

You stay put. The wolf begins openly scowling, but remains careful not to let the other party goers take notice. <span.byron>"You ignoble  slut!" the wolf curses at you, popping <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> collar. <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%> snarls, <span.byron>"You disgrace me and my family name! A gentle<%-s.bm?"man":"woman"%> like myself cannot let a slight like that go unpunished. I demand satisfaction!" <%-s.bm?"He":"She"%> rises to <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> feet, slings <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> guitar over <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> back, and offers you <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> paw. <span.byron>"Stand up," <%-s.bm?"he":"she"%> commands. You tell <%-s.bm?"him":"her"%> you're not gonna- <%-s.bm?"He":"She"%> looms over you and bares <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> fangs. <span.byron>"*Now.*" * [[Stand up.]]

<span.byron>"Good." <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%> places <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> paw firmly on your lower back. You feel <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> claws outstretched, as if threatening to shred through your clothes and into the flesh beneath. <span.byron>"Let us go upstairs, shall we?" You grit your teeth, and walk helplessly alongside <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%> as <%-s.bm?"he":"she"%> leads you back out of the living room. You're about to enter the foyer, when a golden Labrador in a green jacket stops the two of you. * [[Blink twice.]]

"Yoo, dude!" the dog chuckles, "If it isn't Emory <%-s.bm?"Whatshisname":"Whatserface"%>, from the chess club! It's Gus! Long time no see, dude!" <span.byron>"<%-s.bm?"Emmet":"Emily"%> Byron," the wolf smiles painedly, giving you a friendly pat on the shoulder. <span.byron>"And this is my charming friend, Hollis!" The Labrador points a paw at the wolf, and asks you, "Hey dude, this dude bothering you, dude? Cause that's supes no bueno, dude." <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%> tightens <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> grip on you and tries to walk away. <%-s.bm?"He":"She"%> grunts, <span.byron>"No, we were just-" "Let em talk, dude," the dog interrupts. * [[Well, um...]]

You hesitate for a moment. Then, you feel <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%>'s paw tighten on your shoulder. The pointy claws of <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> thumb prod you in the back, probably harder than <%-s.bm?"he":"she"%> meant to. It stings! D-did <%-s.bm?"he":"she"%> just draw blood? You grimace slightly, suck air through your teeth, and answer. * [[Haha! We're totally cool! Yup!]] * [[Ow, get this creep away from me!]]

You reply nonchalantly, struggling to get the words out without arousing suspicion. You hope the dog might notice your obvious discomfort, but he does not. "Oh, cool. Have a cool time, dudes," the dog says, shooting both of you a wink and walking away. <span.byron>"Oh," <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%> mutters with a half-smile, <span.byron>"We will." You gulp, as the wolf leads you from the room. * [[Follow Byron upstairs.]]

You cry out and try to yank yourself free. <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%>'s claws instinctively dig deep into you. You squeal in pain as <%-s.bm?"he":"she"%> puts a huge bloody gash on your back. <span.byron>"Oh dear," <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%> flatly mutters in surprise. <%-s.bm?"He":"She"%> stares down at <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> claws, wet with your blood, seemingly more intrigued than bothered. Gus stares in shock. <%-s.bm?"He":"She"%> wipes them on <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> flannel, and says, <span.byron>"I am ashamed, dear rabbit, that it has come to this. Perhaps we beasts truly are inseparable from our dark– *Ow!*" <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%> is interrupted by Gus's fist, as he completely clobbers <%-s.bm?"him":"her"%> in the <%-s.bm?"groin":"face"%>, knocking <%-s.bm?"him":"her"%> to the floor. "Party fuckin' foul, dude," Gus says, shaking out his fist while <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%> collapses. He leans down to check on you. "You okay, dawg?" You respond by fainting from blood loss. ### Game Over. * <a0 onclick="setup.rewind()">Rewind</a>

<span.byron>"Those damn dogs," <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%> mutters as <%-s.bm?"he":"she"%> drags you through the foyer and up the stairs. <span.byron>"Just interested in rutting and drinking... No respect for superior intellect, and no appreciation for the finer things in life..." <%-s.bm?"He":"She"%> opens the door to an upstairs bedroom, and ushers you in. *Click*. <span.byron>"There," the wolf says, locking the door, behind you, <span.byron>"Just the two of us now." * [[You'll never get away with this.]]

The wolf chuckles. <span.byron>"With what? Eating you? I guess you truly are stupider than you look." <%-s.bm?"He":"She"%> gestures for you to take a seat on the bed. At risk of further injury, you oblige. <span.byron>"I shan't bore your little mind with statistics, but did you know that 900,000 prey are reported missing every year? You might also be interested to know that only 2% of those cases are even investigated?" You shift uncomfortably, still trying not to look frightened. <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%> leans forward and puts <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> paws on your knees. <span.byron>"So face it, little rabbit. No one is coming to save you..." <%-s.bm?"He":"She"%> pats <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> stomach, and says, <span.byron>"...And once you are done in here, no one is ever going to find you. So why don't we make it easy? Take off your clothes." * [[Do as told.|Take off your top.]] * [[Fuck you.|Take off your top.]]

<span.byron>"Oh, no need to be ashamed, dear rabbit. You and I are merely animals, playing at civilization, and these clothes are but a pointless shroud." The wolf "assists" in forcibly undressing you. <span.byron>"How obedient. I think deep down, your body is eager to fulfill its purpose in feeding me..." <%-s.bm?"He":"She"%> looks you over, then notices the small red gash on your shoulder. <span.byron>"Oh dear, let me have a look at this..." <%-s.bm?"He":"She"%> sticks <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> nose into your fur, then drags <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> tongue across your wound. You wince as <%-s.bm?"he":"she"%> tastes your blood. <span.byron>"Hm, you are not exactly a Cabernet, but still... I can see why my ancestors liked this..." * [[G-gross...]]

You shudder as <%-s.bm?"he":"she"%> laps at your wound, instinctively pulling away. The wolf stops licking, and stands while dusting off <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> shoulders. <span.byron>"I would not expect you to understand a carnivore's complex palate," <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%> says, <span.byron>"The wretched pretenders of my kind claim to be civilized eaters of soy, fish, and dairy, but some appetites are not so easily tamed..." You rest your chin on your palms with boredom. <%-s.bm?"He":"She"%> examines <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> claws coldly, <span.byron>"At the very least, one must have the nobility to be honest about their bloodlust." * [[Shut up shut up shut up!]]

You tell <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%>, oh my god, stop talking! Can <%-s.bm?"he":"she"%> go thirty seconds without droning on and on about pretentious nonsense?? You'd much rather bleed to death than spend one more second listening to <%-s.bm?"him":"her"%> speak. <span.byron>"Hmph. I was only trying to have a decent conversation," the wolf says, <span.byron>"But if you prefer to spend your final moments like an ungrateful, frightened whelp, then so be it. I can be scary." <%-s.bm?"He":"She"%> bares <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> fangs. * [[Do your worst.]]

You put on a brave face, and tell your assailant to do <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> worst. <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%> opens <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> jaws wide in front of your face, close enough to see individual strands of saliva. <%-s.bm?"His":"Her"%> breath on your face is disgusting. You can tell <%-s.bm?"he":"she"%> is trying very hard to be intimidating. * [[Wow, I'm literally terrified.]]

You hide your anxieties behind a cool, detached demeanor, and tell Byron flatly about how you're totally quaking in your boots. <%-s.bm?"He":"She"%> seems to lose <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> temper slightly. <span.byron>"My teeth will graze your weak skin, and my stomach will smother you until its acids dissolve everything you ever were into slurry. You'll feel *every* moment of agony, until you're digested and absorbed as calories." <%-s.bm?"He":"She"%> smiles wickedly, <span.byron>"And I'm not even doing it because I'm hungry. I'm doing it to teach you where uppity prey like you belong." * [[Oh, cool. Whatever.]]

Yup, sounds terrifying, you say. The wolf glares at you, and snarls, <span.byron>"You seem to be under the impression that pretending to be brave will make me lose interest." <%-s.bm?"He":"She"%> smirks, <span.byron>"I admit, I derive some satisfaction from a watching a prey quiver with the unshakeable fear of dying, but I *am* going to eat you, whether you struggle or not." You swallow nervously, and don't say anything. <%-s.bm?"He":"She"%> grabs you by the ears, and pulls them tight. <span.byron>"That is enough talk. Any last words, dear rabbit?" * [[Hope you choke and die!]]

You tell <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%> you hope <%-s.bm?"he":"she"%> chokes on you, because it would apparently the only thing in the world that could make <%-s.bm?"him":"her"%> shut the fuck up for a single second. <%-s.bm?"He":"She"%> frowns, and says, <span.byron>"Well that's just-" You also say that being covered in stomach acid and bile could not be even a tenth as repulsive as <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> personality, and the self-aggrandizing bullshit <%-s.bm?"he's":"she's"%> constantly spewing. <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%> sighs, and grips you by the shoulders. <span.byron>"'Twas foolish of me to expect grace and dignity from the graceless and undignified. All the same, I suppose... Farewell, Freely." * [[Up yours.]]

You raise both middle fingers, as <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%> lifts you up and shoves your naked body head-first into <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> gaping maw. Your vision gets darker and darker as your face slides toward <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> gullet. Slick saliva covers your cheeks, and your ears flatten at the roof of <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> mouth. You break out into a cold sweat. <span.byron>"Glrk. Glp. Glgg." You hear a sickening series of squelches as the wolf swallows, and your head slips into <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> esophagus. You can feel the pulsing of <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> heartbeat as you slowly slide head-long toward <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> gut. Your face splashes headfirst into a putrid cavern of <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> stomach. * [[Ew...]]

The whole process takes several minutes. You spend every moment feeling wet and gross. Your feet are the last part of you to slide over <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> tongue, and down behind you. And with that, you're curled up in <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> gut. <span.byron>"Hahhh... Mmmm." <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%> moans as <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> belly expands around you. You're surprised that you can hear <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> voice so clearly. It seems <%-s.bm?"he":"she"%> really doesn't have much body fat. <span.byron>"So, how does it feel to be food?" * [[Kick <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%> in the stomach.|Kick Byron in the stomach.]]

You kick your legs out, striking <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%> directly in the solar plexus. The red flesh of the wolf's belly ripples around you. In the process, your lower body slips up under you, forcing you to curl up awkwardly with your face in your crotch. <span.byron>"Urgh," <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%> groans, <span.byron>"You little shit." <%-s.bm?"He":"She"%> adjusts <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> scarf. <span.byron>"Ahem. Try that again, and I'll do my best make things even less comfortable." It probably doesn't help that you're stuck like this now, but wow did that feel good. * [[Let me out, you monster.]]

<span.byron>"Oh Hollis," chuckles <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%>, <span.byron>"I am no monster. As a wolf, my genetic programming makes me a machine for swallowing and digesting fresh meat." <%-s.bm?"His":"Her"%> belly sloshes around you as <%-s.bm?"he":"she"%> paces the floor. You poke and prod the slick, squishy flesh which surrounds you. <span.byron>"*Your* genetic programming," <%-s.bm?"he":"she"%> continues, <span.byron>"makes you a tiny, grass-eating whore, destined to be ripped to shreds. That's who we *are*. Everything else is just a lie to keep up the charade of a civilized, functioning society. We're all just snowflakes in an avalanche." * [[You're in control. You can still puke me up.]]

<span.byron>"Believe me, if any of us had even the slightest control over our senseless animal desires, this world would be a very different place." <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%> pats <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> gut, and continues, <span.byron>"But these are the facts of nature. My kind is doomed to destroy, while yours is doomed to serve." * [[It doesn't have to be that way...]]

<span.byron>"Ah, what a splendid idea!" <%-s.bm?"he":"she"%> says, patting the outline of your head as if you were a toddler, <span.byron>"You have picked a wonderful time to sell me on this fantastic utopia of yours!" <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%> sits down on the bed. <span.byron>"What do you propose? Peaceful, vegan coexistence? Pred and prey suddenly singing Kumbaya? Getting our fix by swallowing eggs, and suppressing our desires into 'healthy outlets', like rock songs about juicy, dripping flesh? * [[Well, not exactly...]]

You start to say, Well, it wouldn't be overnight, but maybe with some common-sense legal reforms- <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%> interrupts. <span.byron>"Hush. Don't you see, little rabbit? This *is* peaceful. No mauling, no bloodshed. Almost entirely painless. Activists talk a lot about 'safety' and 'respect', but *this* is what you prey deserve. The strong take what they can, while the weak suffer what they must." * [[Get me out of here, you fuck.]]

The wolf frowns. <span.byron>"Ah, yet more senseless abuse. I was really enjoying our spirited debate, you know. What was that scintillating thing you said to me earlier? Ah yes. *Stop talking*." In the heat of the moment, you can't think of a retort. Rather, you're distracted by the sudden influx of fluids to the stomach. It smells acidic, and makes your fur tingle. * [[Ow...]]

You can hear <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%> smiling, as <%-s.bm?"he":"she"%> says, <span.byron>"Oh dear, is it getting unpleasant in there? You should expect nothing less from the body of an alpha predator. Where's all your bravado now, little rabbit?" Your body is now submerged in unpleasant liquids, and the surrounding air—which already smelled unpleasant—is now beginning to taste stale. * [[<%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%>... Let. Me. Out.|Let. me. out.]]

You tell the wolf plainly to let you out. <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%> thinks about this. <span.byron>"Well, have you learned your lesson? Do you accept that as prey, subservience is your lot in life? And do you promise to always show the utmost respect and deference to your superior creatures?" <%-s.bm?"he":"she"%> asks. Yes, you reply wearily. <span.byron>"Yes what?" * [[Yes, <%-s.bm?"sir":"ma'am"%>.|Yes, sir.]]

<%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%> smiles. <span.byron>"There, was that so hard? I'm only asking for a little decency. For the record, I would have accepted '<%-s.bm?"master":"mistress"%>' as well, heh." Resentfully, you ask if this means you can come out now. <%-s.bm?"He":"She"%> pats <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> gut. <span.byron>"...No, I think the lesson will be much more effective this way. Besides, I just had this flannel dry-cleaned, and I doubt a pissant like you would understand how inconvenient it is to clean out vomit." You clench your knuckles with white-hot rage. Your breathing quickens as you struggle for breath. You're feeling rather delirious now, and can hardly think of a response. * [[Fuck... you...]]

You're about to die at the hands of an extremely annoying and conceited wolf. You'd think of something grander and more poetic to say about the pointless tragedy of it all, but nothing's coming to mind. Due to a lack of oxygen, you're mostly feeling very sleepy. <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%> sits on the bed, and continues to blather. <span.byron>"You know, it's a shame we got off on the wrong foot, rabbit. Really, you were quite delicious, and I think we could have both had a very enjoyable experience if you only knew how to mind your manners." Fuck... you... You wheeze out your last words, shut your eyes tight, and fall unconscious for eternity. * [[<%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%>: Digest.|Byron: Digest.]]

<span.byron>"Sorry, did you say something?" <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%> says, with a self-satisfied half-smirk. There is no reply. <span.byron>"Hello? Still listening?" <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%> prods and presses on <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> stomach, only to feel a sickening wet crunch in response. <span.byron>"Ah, I suppose you're finished. What a pity." <%-s.bm?"He":"She"%> heaves <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> huge belly off <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> lap, and rises from the bed, satisfied with <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> righteous punishment of the rabbit inside <%-s.bm?"him":"her"%>. The feeling of fullness is almost orgasmic, as <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> body begins to digest. <%-s.bm?"He":"She"%> glances at <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> watch—an expensive antique. The wolf wonders, has it really only been half an hour since <%-s.bm?"he":"she"%> met the rabbit who is now dissolving inside <%-s.bm?"him":"her"%>? It felt longer than that... Oh well. Time to return to the party. * [[<%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%>: Go back downstairs.|Byron: Go back downstairs.]]

<%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%> opens the bedroom door. <span.byron>"O-oh!" Standing patiently outside is Gus the dog, alongside a gigantic, towering horse with his arms folded. <span.byron>"Basil Armstrong! What a lovely surprise!" <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%> fruitlessly tries to adjust <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> shirt to hide <%-s.bm?"his":"her"%> massive bulging gut, and begins to exit. <span.byron>"I'll have you know I was just leav- ack!" Basil nonchalantly shoves the wolf aside as he and Gus walk in. "...Stay out of my room," Basil mutters, and slams the door shut behind him. <%-s.bm?"Byron":"Emily"%> stands silently in the hallway. A few seconds pass. <span.byron>"O-okay," <%-s.bm?"he":"she"%> murmurs meekly. ### The End. <% setup.addAchievement("BYRON_VORE_ENDING"); %> * [[Epilogue.|Byron Epilogue.]] <%=T.CWI("Scat disposal")%> * <a0 onclick="setup.restart()">Restart.</a>

<div.social-card> #### Journal entry XIV ##### **eb3-the-black-wolf** - 1 hour ago <div.byron> Last night, out of a selfless desire to share my music with the world, I stooped to visiting a local predation party. Everyone in attendance there struck me as slightly boorish and ill-bred, save for this little rabbit, which was slightly above average. It spoke with me about music for a bit, and before I knew it, it was coming onto me, practically begging to be digested by me! Alas, we lupines are eternally cursed by our inexorable pulchritude. Like a true gentlewolf, I of course declined the creature's plaintive exortions, yet its persistence was so insuperable, I had no choice but to oblige its ungentle demands of me! Besides, I *was* feeling a touch hungry. The rabbit was an lithe being of gray fur, and possessing a sort of non-descript fashion sense. This ceased to matter once we were alone, for it soon stripped itself naked without hesitation! There is no nobler being than a prey who accepts its inevitable fates with zeal and ardor. In the commmotion, I hardly caught a glimpse of its "furrier" regions, and even now I suspect my partner was entirely sexless. There too wasn't long before it placed itself right into my mouth. How can I describe the multitude of flavors which graced my tongue at the rabbit's entry? The twin ecstacies I experienced in savoring and swallowing my meal are seldom fit for prose. Once it was inside me, it proved to be quite the struggler. I will not conceal the fact: it felt utterly exquisite to shamelessly play my role as a predator, something we wolves are so rarely able to do. Likewise, it played its part to perfection, although it seemingly didn't have the stamina to last very long. A pity, but not a huge surprise. As I type this, it's half past eleven on a Saturday. I will spare you the unpleasant details, but it appears the rabbit's feistiness carried on long after my body extinguished the passionate fires in its breast. My glutted guts were rumbling and groaning all night as they processed their latest quarry. It was only recently that I evacuated its remains into my dormitory's toilet. It wasn't pretty, but I eventually managed to squeeze everything out in the longest, firmest excretion of my life. For those with more perverse desires than I, I may share some photographs of the dear rabbit's remains, upon private request. Until next time, ~E.B. III </div> <hr> ### Comments (3) <style> h4, h5 { margin-bottom: 0.5rem; } h5 { opacity: 0.7; font-weight: unset; } </style> ##### **bellies-against-me** - 43 minutes ago: lol hottt!! wanna eat me next? jk! unless... ;3 ##### **dingo-fucker-311** - 15 minutes ago: Cool story, but I think you should stick to reviewing music <%-s.bm?"bro":"sis"%>. ##### **green-with-ivy** - 13 minutes ago: Wow,,, You sound so suave,,, Any tips for getting prey to let me eat them,,,? </div> * <a0 onclick="setup.restart()">Restart.</a>

<% setup.setFlag("grabbedPunch") %> <% story.state.punchCount = visited(passage.id); if (s.punchCount == 1) { %> You scoot over toward the thoughtfully placed snack table, and grab a small cup of fruit punch. Taking a little sip, you observe that it tastes mostly like vodka, with a little hint of Kool-Aid. ...Yuck. * [[Go back.|Dance a little.]] <% } else if (s.punchCount == 2) { %> You grab another cup of punch, and down it. After tasting it again, the flavor starts to grow on you. Maybe it's your weak tolerance, but you're feeling pretty tipsy right now. * [[Go back.|Dance a little.]] <% } else if (s.punchCount == 3) { %> On your way to get a third cup of punch, you see a jackrabbit grab a tiny mouse off the floor, and dangle it teasingly over her snout. Should you... do something? * [[H-hey, don't do that!]]  * [[Do nothing.]]  <% } else if (s.punchCount == 4) { %> You walk over to the snack table, and slam down a fourth cup of vodka punch. You feel like you're about to lose your balance. Wow. That was probably a bad idea. * [[Go back.|Dance a little.]] <% } else { %> <% setup.setFlag("alcoholAbuseUnlocked"); %> You walk over the punch bowl, look down at the vat of boozy Kool-Aid, and scowl with disgust. You get the nagging feeling that if you have one more drink, something bad will happen. <% if (s.rescuedKaia) { %> Kaia the mouse looks up at you with concern. <span.mouse>"Uh, hi Hollis! I hear that punch can be pretty strong. Maybe you should take it slow?" * [[Good idea, thanks.]] * [[Drink it anyway.|Get very very drunk.]] <%=T.CWI("Alcohol abuse", "Player pred")%> <% } else { %> A Labrador notices and elbows you. "Woahh, dude! Sick moves, but maybe you should go easy on the party sauce, kay dude?" * [[Get very very drunk.]] <%=T.CWI("Alcohol abuse", "Player pred")%> * [[Probably for the best...|Dance a little.]] <% } %> <% } %>

You nod, and thank her for looking out of your health. <span.mouse>"No problem! Lemme know if you find faith. Er, Faith, my girlfriend." * [[Go back.|Dance a little.]]

<% s.rescuedKaia = false; %> You watch as the jackrabbit snarfs down the little white mouse with a satisfied smile. At first the thing squeaks out in fear, but the sound stops instantly as she begins snaking down her throat. You feel slightly guilty about not intervening. And somehow... aroused? The jackrabbit moans, <span.jackrabbit>"Mmm... Hrgh!" then suddenly clutches at her throat. You see the bulge in her esophagus writhing around. The mouse didn't go down. Somehow, she's fighting her way back up! <span.jackrabbit>"Kaff-kaff-kaff! Hork! Bleh!" the jackrabbit coughs and wheezes, and finally, spits the mouse onto the floor. The mouse nimbly lands in a roll, and scampers off out of the living room. <span.jackrabbit>"Eugh..." groans the jackrabbit, then she narrows her eyes on you. <span.jackrabbit>"...What're you lookin' at, buster?" * [[Go back.|Dance a little.]]

You nervously shout at the jackrabbit not to eat the mouse. She stops dangling the little white mouse girl over her mouth, and turns to look at you. Despite being another rabbit, she has a carnivorous affect to her. She's a bit taller than you, and judging by the length of her claws, she seems to have neglected trimming them for a few weeks. With an annoyed glare, she asks, <span.jackrabbit>"Hmph. Whatsit to ya?" * [[She's not food!]] * [[That's a living person!]]

The jackrabbit narrows her eyes and says, <span.jackrabbit>"Dunno know what rock you've been livin' under, bud. We're *all* food. This one's mine." * [[That's a living person!]] * [[Grab the mouse out of her claws.]]

She rolls her eyes and says, <span.jackrabbit>"Oh, you're one of those micro-rights hippies? Come to tell me about peace, love, 'n co-existence?" You start to speak, but she interrupts, <span.jackrabbit>"Or maybe you're jus' jealous'a me nabbing an easy snack?" * [[No, I don't eat people!]]

She smiles and says, <span.jackrabbit>"Your loss. Either way, you're not gettin' your paws on it. Got that?" * [[Grab the mouse out of her claws.]] * [[G-got it. Nevermind.]] *(Do nothing.)*

<span.jackrabbit>"Good," she says, <span.jackrabbit>"You're smarter than you look, kid." <%= story.render("Do nothing.") /* [[Do nothing.]] */ %>

You try to wrest the mouse from her claws. The jackrabbit looks with surprise as you attempt to free the mouse by force. She lifts the mouse higher, just out of your reach. <span.jackrabbit>"Ugh, if you're really that desperate, just take it." She drops the mouse into your outstretched paws. You hold her very carefully. The little white mouse rises to her feet. At full height, she's a mere 6-inches tall. * [[A-are you hurt?]]

You ask if she's hurt. <% s.rescuedKaia = true; %> She replies in a small voice, <span.mouse>"Not physically, but I think my life might have flashed before my eyes..." That's... good? you guess. You tell her you're really sorry. You promise, not all rabbits are like that. You set her down on the punch table. <span.mouse>"No, no, it's totally my fault for not being careful." She dusts herself off. <span.mouse>"Thanks for the rescue! I really owe you one." * [[Don't worry about it!]] * [[You're welcome!|Don't worry about it!]]

Kaia smiles up at you. <span.mouse>"Honestly, it'd be really embarassing if my whole purpose in life was to be a meal for some rando at a college party!" You scratch your head, and say yeah, it would. You're awkwardly silent for a moment. <span.mouse>"Oh, how rude of me. My name's Kaia. Pleased to meet you!" You reply that your name is Hollis, and ask the mouse if she's here with anybody else. <span.mouse>"I'm here with my friend Faith," she says, <span.mouse>"Er, girlfriend actually. I haven't seen her recently, but I'm sure she's fine. Would you let me know if you see her? She's a mouse like me." You nod again. <span.mouse>"Awesome! I'll be hanging out over by the punch bowl." You gain **+15 morality points**. Only 30 more of those, and you'll unlock the True Ending! * [[Dance a little more.|Dance a little.]]

You decide to grab one more cup of spiked punch, and shudder as you swallow its contents. As you do, you begin to feel slightly off-balance, as if the room is spinning. You stagger back from the table like an exaggerated cartoon depiction of a drunk person. Surprisingly, being intoxicated feels pretty good. You feel ready to take on the world! Ready to finally become the extroverted social butterfly you were always meant to be. You slick your ears back behind your head, and confidently stride back into the party. And then... Uh... * [[What?|Drunk route bullshit]] <%=T.CWP("Alcohol abuse", "Player pred", "Micro prey", "Peer pressure", "Voyeurism", "Unwilling prey", "Death", "Nonconsensual vore")%>

You remember drinking a fifth cup of punch, probably five more than your tiny rabbit body could handle. Then you went back onto the dance floor... and... After that, everything blurs together in your head... <%= story.render("Drunk background strings") %> You remember streaks of light and sound... Black fur... You can't quite make heads or tails of it, although you're pretty sure there were a lot of heads and tails there. You must have blacked out. * [[Where am I now?]]

You're at a very crowded house party. Or, you were. Uh, maybe you're somewhere else now? It's quieter here... Right now you're lying flat on your back. Your stomach feels a little gross, and your eyes are shut tightly. Your shirt is gone, but there's a blanket covering your naked torso. A few feet away is a stainless steel oven, fridge, and dishwasher, complimented by a mid-century modern marble countertop. You're... on the floor of the kitchen. What will you do? * [[Get up.|Wake up in the kitchen.]]

<span.nox>"Hey! They're waking up!" says a voice. <span.nikki>"Shhh, you'll scare them," says another voice. Your ears twitch, and you groan as you slowly sit up. A warm fluorescent lightbulb blasts you in the eyes. Lying beside you is a pile of plastic cups, a jumbo bag of vegan pretzels, and a large silicon horse dildo. Like everything else in this house, the kitchen is vast and elegantly furnished. Two identical black cats are hovering over you expectantly, their tails wiggling with interest. <span.nox>"Ah, welcome back to the realm of the living!" one of the cats says. He has a warm and excited manner of speaking, while the other one has a dark and calm inflection. You might describe their accents as English, or maybe Londonian, if you were a crazy person who believed in obviously made-up, non-existent places like "England" and "London". Both of them hop down to the floor. * [[Wh-who are you guys?]]

<% s.knowNikkiNoxNames = true; %> <span.nox>"Oh, how rude of us!" says the first cat, beaming at you with soft eyes, the color of marigolds. He's wearing a black collared shirt and a white vest. <span.nox>"I'm Nox Chessie, and she's Nikki!" <span.nikki>"I'm Nikki Chessie. This is my sibling, Nox," reiterates the second cat, matter-of-factly. She stares at you with piercing yellow eyes. She's wearing a charcoal dress shirt and an ivory vest. <span.nikki>"A pleasure to make your acquaintance," she says. Both cats are basically the same height as you, although Nikki seems to stand with slightly taller posture, while Nox seems to fiddle with his pockets. You're still too hungover to try and tell them apart, but you nod at them politely. <%= story.render("Nikki/Nox commands") /* [[Nikki/Nox commands]] */ %>

<% if (!visited("How did I get here?")) %> * [[How did I get here?]] <% else if (!visited("...Thanks?")) %> * [[...Thanks?]] <% else if (!visited("How do you know my name?")) %> * [[How do you know my name?]] <% else if (!visited("Oh jeez...")) %> * [[Oh jeez...]] <% else if (!visited("...And the dildo?")) %> * [[...And the dildo?]] <%;%> <% if (!visited("Have you guys seen my friend?")) %> * [[Have you guys seen my friend?]] <% else if (!visited("Where did he go!? Maybe I can still save him!")) %> * [[Where did he go!? Maybe I can still save him!]] <% else if (!visited("Oh. Oh no...")) %> * [[Oh. Oh no...]] <% else if (!visited("Actually... that would explain a lot.")) %> * [[Actually... that would explain a lot.]] <% else if (!visited("Wait, why were you watching to begin with?")) %> * [[Wait, why were you watching to begin with?]] <% ; %> <% if (visited("...And the dildo?") && visited("Wait, why were you watching to begin with?")) %> * [[Are you guys predators...?]]

Both cats give you a genial smile. <span.nox>"You... don't remember?" asks Nox, scratching his whiskers nervously. You shake your head. The last few hours are mostly a blur, you say. Nikki clears her throat. <span.nikki>"The short version is that you got incredibly wasted, wandered in to the kitchen, and passed out on the floor. We've been watching you ever since, just to make sure you didn't die, or anything." <span.nox>"No other reason!" Nox adds with a sincere smile. * [[...Thanks?]]

Nikki and Nox smile. <span.twinspeak>"No problem, Hollis," they both say in unison. It's not creepy at all. <%= story.render("Nikki/Nox commands") /* [[Nikki/Nox commands]] */ %>

<span.nox>"Oh," says Nox, <span.nox>"this is kind of awkward, but you actually said it, like, four times. You kept on insisting, *My name is Hollis! I am an androgynous-looking gray rabbit!*" ...Huh. <span.nikki>"Anyway," Nikki continues, <span.nikki>"you danced a lot, then ran around for a while flirting with preds." Nox pulls an expensive looking smartphone out of their back pocket. <span.nox>"Oh, and you took your shirt off! I caught it all on video! Wanna see?" Your cheeks flush with embarrassment, and you shake your head no. The words "DRUNSK SLUNT", "PLAYBUNNY", and "DIBS!! -IVY" are written across your body in permanent marker. You pull the blanket tighter around your naked torso. <%= story.render("Nikki/Nox commands") /* [[Nikki/Nox commands]] */ %>

Nox continues, <span.nox>"A couple of the jocks tried to take a lick, but this Labrador guy was really insistent that 'None of you dudes better try and take advantage of this little rabbit dude in their inebriated state, 'kay dudes?'" Nikki continues, <span.nikki>"After that, you stumbled into the kitchen, grabbed even more booze and snacks, and passed out. And here you are now." You gradually stand up, dusting some pretzel crumbs off your back. You look down by your feet, kicking aside some of the trash that surrounds you. <%= story.render("Nikki/Nox commands") /* [[Nikki/Nox commands]] */ %>

All three of you look down at the flared 14-incher lying limply beside you. The cats exchange a confused glance. <span.nikki>"...I actually have no idea where you got that from," says Nikki. <span.nox>"A riddle for the ages," says Nox. <%= story.render("Nikki/Nox commands") /* [[Nikki/Nox commands]] */ %>

<span.nikki>"Oh, you mean Reese?" Nikki's face lights up. You incredulously ask the cats how they know Reese's name. <% setup.setFlag("upstairsUnlocked"); %> Nox smiles, <span.nox>"We mostly know him as guinea_puff_2B8. He's been a pretty active member of the Grumble Geek forums, just like us! It's a worldwide community for preds and prey to chat, and find consensual vore meetups!" Nikki nods, <span.nikki>"He's been raving about going to this party for weeks." * [[Where did he go!? Maybe I can still save him!]]

Nikki thinks back, and says, <span.nikki>"I'm pretty sure I caught a short glimpse of Basil's sister bringing him upstairs..." Nox grins, <span.nox>"And I caught a very *long* glimpse of Lacey and her boyfriend going to town swallowing that yummy boy bod!" You rocket to your feet. <% if (s.ateFaith) %>Faith lets out an uncomfortable yelp, as if reminding you to be careful as she's still inside your mouth.<%;%> Reese is upstairs? Maybe there's still time to get him out of there! Nox shakes his head, <span.nox>"Sorry, that was like three hours ago. Knowing Lacey, he's probably been digested already." * [[Oh. Oh no...]]

You collapse to your knees. You can't believe it; you were so busy getting wasted, you couldn't save him! It's all your fault. Nox seems confused, <span.nox>"Save? Knowing Reese, the whole thing was 100% consensual. That dude was a vorny freak, even by our standards! It's weird that he would bring you here without telling you that..." * [[Actually... that would explain a lot.]]

You think back to when you and Reese first arrived, and he ventured off into the living room without you. At the time, it seemed like he was just excited to do underage drinking, but you recall his exact words at the time were: *I'm gonna go get fucking annihilated!* ...What a weirdo, you think. Still, being digested must have been painful, right? Nox pats you on the shoulder, <span.nox>"I can assure you, Lacey was really gentle with him. Your friend died doing what he loved! It's all part of the Circle of Life." Nikki nods. <span.nikki>"Circle of Life," she repeats. <%= story.render("Nikki/Nox commands") /* [[Nikki/Nox commands]] */ %>

Nox smiles weakly, <span.nox>"Eheh, there's a perfectly reasonable explanation for that. You see-" Nikki interrupts, <span.nikki>"Ahem, I'm sure our friend doesn't need to hear about this... Why don't we tell them about *that thing* we had in mind?" <%= story.render("Nikki/Nox commands") /* [[Nikki/Nox commands]] */ %>

<span.nikki>"We're not going to eat you, if that's what you're wondering," Nikki smiles coyly. <span.nox>"Oh, heavens no!" says Nox, <span.nox>"You're way too big!" Nikki nods, <span.nikki>"My sibling and I don't fancy ourselves carnivores, per se..." Nox smiles enthusiastically, <span.nox>"We prefer to think of ourselves as encouraging observers!" * [[That's... good?]]

<span.nikki>"I'm glad you think so," Nikki says, taking a few powerful steps closer to you. You're filled with a sense of dread as Nikki draws near, as if she and her brother were somehow an incarnation of Death. Soon, she's fully invaded your personal space, her narrow yellow eyes peering and probing into your soul, and her mostly flat chest level with your own. <span.nikki>"But that reminds me, Hollis," says Nikki, <span.nikki>"While we've got you here, my sibling and I have an... interesting proposition for you," She runs her paw gently up the fur of your arm, giving you goosebumps. * [[Well I'm flattered, but...]] * [[Oh, tell me more!]]

You start to say that you're flattered, but you're not- <%= story.render("Interesting proposition.") /* [[Interesting proposition.]] */ %>

You perk your eyebrows up. <%= story.render("Interesting proposition.") /* [[Interesting proposition.]] */ %>

Nox immediately blurts out, <span.nox>"It's not sex!" Nikki shoots him a look. <span.nox>"Sorry, it sounded like you were talking about sex. Which we're not." * [[Wh-what is it then?]]

<span.nikki>"Glad you asked," says Nikki, <span.nikki>"Nox, if you will?" Nox reaches into his breast pocket and pulls out something small and brown, and presents it toward you. You squint to examine it, and your eyes go wide. * [[A mouse!?]]

In Nox's paws stands a dwarf mouse. The creature is about six inches tall. She's naked, which isn't unnatural for mice, or tinykind in general. Her body is covered from head to toe with light brown fur. She struggles to balance, and shields her face at the sudden exposure to light. <span.nikki>"A meal!" Nikki smiles. <span.nox>"Nya! A morsel!" Nox beams. <span.nox>"For you!" * [[You want me to eat her??]]

Nikki nods, <span.nikki>"Oh yes, yes we do." Nox says, <span.nox>"We figured that since you're feeling sauced and snacky, you'd enjoy feeling this lovely little lady wriggling down your throat!" Your mouth goes completely dry. You look nervously at the tiny mouse. She looks back at you hopefully. * [[Oh, um, I don't... do that.]]

But you're not a predator, you say. You don't eat people. Nor eggs, fish, or dairy, for that matter. <span.nikki>"Of course you don't," says Nikki, <span.nikki>"That's actually why we're so interested." Nox smirks, <span.nox>"There's nothing quite the thrill of like watching someone's first time!" <span.nikki>"Especially you herbivores! You get so conflicted and twisted up over it inside..." Nikki adds, betraying her own excitement with a blush. <span.nikki>"But at the end of the day, no one can resist a snack!" * [[Um, I'd rather not...]]

You're about to say you'd rather not, but Nikki interrupts you. <span.nikki>"Not to mention, our little friend here is perfectly and completely willing." Nikki shoots a glare at the mouse in Nox's paws. <span.nikki>"Isn't that right?" <span.mouse>"Yes, that's right! Ha ha!" the mouse replies with a forced smile. <span.nox>"So, why not give it a try?" asks Nox, <span.nox>"A small, vulnerable thing like you may not get another chance before someone eats *you* all up!" He brings the mouse girl up to your paws, gesturing for you to hold her. <span.nox>"Maybe just a little taste?" * [[Examine mouse.]]

You hold your paws flat, and the mouse dutifully scampers from Nox's paws onto yours. She stands with her paws nervously behind her back, and continues to smile with only her teeth. You haven't really seen such a small anthro up close before. Unsurprisingly, tinykind tend not to spend very much time around bigger folk, who could accidentally crush them with a single misstep, or, as you've seen, snatch them up for a quick snack. You too have lived your whole life as a small, weak thing, desperately avoiding the digestive fate you know will someday await you. Is it wrong to feel morbidly intrigued by the thought of devouring someone even smaller and weaker? Devouring, swallowing, digesting... * [[H-hello there, I'm Hollis.]]

You introduce yourself to the mouse. She glances back at Nikki, as if checking for permission to speak. <span.mouse>"H-hi!" she replies, <span.mouse>"I'm Faith." <% if (s.rescuedKaia) { %> *Faith*... The name sounds familiar. You try to remember where you've heard it before, but you're unable to.<% } %> For just a second, your mind races with images of yourself as a predator. You catch yourself looking down at the tiny mouse as an object, rather than a person. You see her tiny body tremble slightly in your paw, and your stomach ties in knots. You ask Faith if she wants to be eaten. Faith swallows and says, <span.mouse>"Yup, haha!!" once again looking halfway over her shoulder at Nikki for approval. <span.mouse>"Totally!" You're pretty sure you get the picture. * [[I won't do it!]]

You can't believe they lied to you. You tell the cats that you refuse to participate in something so barbaric as devouring a helpless mouse against her will. Nox seems disappointed. <span.nox>"I guess there was always a possibility you'd say no. We can't force you, after all!" Nikki snatches Faith back out of your paws, causing her to let out a startled squeak. The cat examines her coldly, and muses, <span.nikki>"I suppose there are other ways we could have our fun with her..." Your eyes go wide. * [[You mean like torture??]]

You recall terrible news stories of people doing hideous, awful things to micros, but not getting caught for lack of evidence. Once in middle school, someone dared you to search for "micro hard vore" on a school computer. You didn't actually see anything, but you were banned from the computer lab for a few weeks because of that. Nikki looks back to you, <span.nikki>"Torture is such a strong word... But yeah, pretty much." That's horrible! you say. <span.nox>"Well," Nox says, <span.nox>"my sister can be a little intense with her food. But that's only if you decide not to partake yourself!" * [[I thought you said you weren't predators!]] * [[You're blackmailing me?!]]

<span.nikki>"Not quite," says Nikki. <span.nox>"We only said we *preferred* to watch! Nyaha~!" says Nox. Nikki gently caresses Faith's cheek with her paw. The mouse recoils slightly, but tries not to move too much. She gives you an evil smile. <span.nikki>"Oh, and don't try to stop us either," she says, making her sharp feline teeth visible between her lips, <span.nikki>"My claws are a little sharp, and I'd hate to have an... unfortunate accident. You know how it is." * [[You're blackmailing me?!]]

Nikki shakes her head. <span.nikki>"Oh no, not blackmail! We're not *forcing* you to consume her." <span.nox>"Think of it as more of an opportunity to reduce potential harm! If you swallow her, she'll hardly even suffer a little!" says Nox. <span.nikki>"Whereas *we* can make no such promises!" <span.nox>"But either way, she'll be in a belly. So really, you might as well, right?" Nikki glances toward the kitchen door, <span.nikki>"And you better decide quick, before anyone comes in." * [[Shouldn't she get a say too?]]

Nikki groans, <span.nikki>"Personifying your food never ends well..." <span.nox>"No, no, they've got a point," says Nox, <span.nox>"Little mouse, would you rather be eaten by Hollis or my sibling?" All eyes fall on Faith, who stands nervously atop Nikki's paw. <span.mouse>"Um... Well..." the mouse hesitates, <span.mouse>"P-preferably neither?" She can tell from the cats' expressions that this is not a satisfactory answer. Nikki bares her fangs, and uses a claw to tug your lips aside, exposing your flat, herbivorous teeth. <span.nikki>"Be honest, dear," she says, <span.nikki>"Would you rather be at my mercy, or theirs?" Faith looks up at you nervously, and stammers, <span.mouse>"I-I'd feel safer if it was with you, Hollis? But I don't want you to feel responsible for um... what's going to happen to me... Sorry, but I guess I'll leave the choice it in your paws." <span.nikki>"There, she's had her say," says Nikki, <span.nikki>"Time to choose, Hollis. Are you gonna eat her or not?" * [[Hollis: Decide.]]

Your heart pounds. Should you swallow Faith yourself, and be directly responsible for digesting her? You'd live with the guilt of that deed for the rest of your life... On the other paw, would you let Nikki have her way, and risk letting her get painfully chewed and gored? <span.twinspeak>"Tick tock..." the twins say simultaneously. You feel like you're at the helm of a speeding trolley, and no matter what you do now, someone will get hurt. You shut your eyes, and make a decision. * [[Fine, I'll do it.]] * [[No. Final answer.]] *These routes are pretty different. You might wanna come back here to see both of them. -AA*

<% s.ateFaith = true; %> Okay, you say, heart pounding. As long as it means protecting her from greater harm, you'll do it. You'll swallow Faith, and she will be the first and last person you ever eat. You feel nauseous just thinking about it. <span.twinspeak>"Yaaaay!" the cats cheer. Nikki places Faith back into your paws, and says, <span.nikki>"Great choice!" <span.mouse>"Thank you Hollis," Faith says, looking up at you. You look into her tiny eyes, and sense in them equal parts despair and gratitude. <span.mouse>"D-don't worry about me, I'll be fine. Just do what you have to do. I won't struggle much." Her words do little to soothe you. * [[S-so, how do I do this?]]

You've never tried swallowing something this large before, and you're afraid of hurting her. <span.nikki>"Don't worry, it's mostly instinct. The first step is a good condiment, to make her go down easier." Before you can object, Nox snatches Faith, carries her over to the fridge, and pulls open the door. <span.nox>"Let's see ... We've got apple butter, peach jam, ranch and barbecue sauce... Can horses even eat this stuff?" he wonders, looking at the bottle. <span.nikki>"Let's do peach and barbecue!" calls Nikki. <span.nox>"Roger that," replies Nox. * [[Nox: Sauce.]]

In a bowl, Nikki mixes the jelly and barbecue sauce into a sweet brown mixture, with just a touch of olive oil. Dangling her by the tail, Nox plunges Faith into the sauce. For two seconds, she scrambles and struggles frantically, until Nox pulls her back out. <span.mouse>"Ack... E-ew..." Faith hacks and wheezes, thoroughly coated with the sticky substance. <span.nikki>"Ooh, perfect! Now: hold your jaw open wide like this." Nikki gestures for you to drop your chin, and tilt your head back a little. You do so. <span.nikki>"Awesome. Now, here comes the mousie." Before you can even pause to think about it, Nox raises Faith, and drops her unceremoniously onto your tongue. * [[Hollis: Nom.]]

The first thing you notice, naturally, is the taste. Nikki's sweet and tangy condiment combination is surprisingly delicious. It reminds you a little of the tiny vegan cocktail meatballs they serve on toothpicks at fancy events. It makes your mouth water. Nikki sticks a paw in the sauce, and licks it off. <span.nikki>"Mmm! Good, right?" The mass in your mouth hardly feels animate, until you feel Faith's legs twitch a little against your salivating tongue. Your senses are nearly overwhelmed by the feeling of having a living creature inside you. This is wrong. You're not a predator. It's so horribly wrong. And yet... It feels... normal? You almost want to swallow instinctively, but you resist. Nox aims his phone camera into your mouth, and presses record. Nikki asks, <span.nikki>"Now, before she goes down, you don't mind if we do some light teasing first, right? Trust me, frightening your prey really brings out the flavor." You try to tell them no, but you can't speak with your mouth full. Failing that, you consider shaking your head, but you're worried it would disorient Faith. <span.nox>"Perfect," Nox says, interpreting your silence as a yes. * [[Nox: Taunt.|Nox: Tease.]]

No, you say. You just can't do it. You look sadly at Faith, and say that you're sorry, but she's in Nikki's paws now. Faith forces a smile. <span.mouse>"That's okay Hollis, I forgive you. If you see my girlfriend, just promise you'll tell her what happened to me. She's a white mouse, and small, like me." <% if (s.rescuedKaia) { %>You remember Kaia. Of course! How could you have forgotten?<% } %> <span.nikki>"Your loss," Nikki says, clutching Faith by the middle, and drawing her toward her lips, <span.nikki>"Well, let's get this show on the road!" <span.nox>"Oh boy," Nox gushes, <span.nox>"Can't wait! Nyah!" <span.nikki>"Don't worry, dear," Nikki coos at Faith, baring her fangs tenderly, <span.nikki>"You'll hardly feel a thing." * [[Cover your eyes.]]

It's too much to watch. You put your paws in front of your eyes. Nox points his phone camera at Faith, and presses record. <span.nikki>"Any last words, my ignoble morsel?" asks Nikki, grinning from ear to ear. You hear Faith beg, <span.mouse>"Ms. N-Nikki, it's not too late to let me go. I won't tell anyone about this, honest!" Her tiny eyes staring deep at Nikki's, hoping to find just a hint of compassion within the carnivore. In response, Nikki narrows her eyes and begins to impatiently dangle Faith by the tail. <span.mouse>"O-ow... Please, you don't have to do this..." <span.nox>"No," says Nox, <span.nox>"But she clearly really wants to! And I wanna watch. Nyaha!" <span.nikki>"Mmm, c'mere cutie..." Nikki purrs, drawing Faith closer and closer to her lips. <span.nikki>"I wanna see what's inside of you..." The mouse shudders and instinctively kicks a little as the cat places her tiny feet delicately onto her outstretched tongue. You shudder... It's too much to even listen to. You're anticipating the awful, horrible sound of a cat's mouth gorily eviscerating its prey. All the content warnings in the world couldn't prepare you for what's to come. * [[Nikki: Chomp.]] <%=T.CWI("?????")%> * [[Rescue her!!!]] <%=T.CWI("?????")%>

<%=T.CWP("Blood", "Accidental mauling")%> In a last ditch effort to save Faith from a bloody fate, you lunge forward and try to snatch the mouse from Nikki's mouth. Reacting suddenly to this unexpected movement, she instinctively bites down, sinking her teeth into both you and Faith... It's, uh, not pleasant, and there's blood involved. Faith can only manage to squeak out, <span.mouse>"O-ow..." before she falls unconscious. Nox's eyes go wide, as he stops the recording, and deletes it. <span.nox>"Th-that wasn't supposed to happen..." Seems like you're too little, too late. But who could blame you for trying? ### Game Over. * <a0 onclick="setup.rewind()">Rewind.</a>

<%=T.CWP("Soft vore", "Teasing")%> Nikki delicately lifts her chin, placing more of Faith's tiny body into her mouth. Her tongue is slick with spit, and occasionally pulses underneath her prey, making all kinds of slobbery wet sounds. Nox watches with awe and excitement, while Faith lets out a series of uncomfortable grunts and cries. <span.nox>"Yesss," he says, <span.nox>"Ooh, I bet she's delicious!" Nikki closes her lips around Faith's tail, but does not swallow her yet. Instead, she simply takes a moment to savor the taste. <span.nikki>"Mmmnn," she moans, pressing Faith against the roof of her mouth and swallowing saliva. Her tongue tickles and wraps around the mouse. You peek at the scene from between your paws. There's... less teeth involved than you expected... * [[You're... not chewing her?]]

<span.nikki>"Chew?" Nikki asks, still speaking in a dignified manner despite her mouth muffled with mouse, <span.nikki>"Whyever woul' I do tha'?" As she talks, her grip on Faith loosens slightly. Faith flips onto her belly, and pokes her head out between Nikki's lips. She's clearly very frightened, but seemingly unharmed. You say you thought they'd be, erm, mauling her. <span.nox>"You assumed..." says Nox. <span.nikki>"...And we shaw no need to correct," says Nikki. <span.nox>"Besides," Nox continues, <span.nox>"we're not bloodthirsty, sadistic monsters!" says Nox, <span.nox>"Just regular sadists. The only physical pain she'll experience is slowly and painfully digesting! Although she'll probably be unconscious for that... We mostly just like watching prey feel scared and helpless!" Th-that's still pretty bad, you say. Nox rolls his eyes, and points toward the dining room. <span.nox>"If you wanna be judgmental, the door's that way. Otherwise, shush. This is my favorite part!" * [[Nox: Tease.]]

Nox puts his eyes level with Faith's tiny face, still sticking out of <%= !s.ateFaith?"his sister's":"your"%> mouth, and aims his camera at her. <span.nox>"So, little mousey, how do you feel about being digested?" <span.mouse>"Uhm... Scared?" the mouse responds. Nox nods, "Good, good! Your little body's gonna be dissolved inside of <%= !s.ateFaith?"my sister's":"this rabbit's"%> stomach, so a little fear is perfectly natural! What else?" Faith looks sad now. <span.mouse>"I'm worried about my girlfriend Kaia. She's really strong, but I think she'll worry about me if I disappear..." <span.nox>"Oh," Nox says, <span.nox>"You're scared you might never see her again! How deliciously tragic, nyaha!" <span.nikki>"If it makes you feel any better," says Nikki, <span.nikki>"at a party like this, there's pretty good odds your little friend was also eaten." * [[Umm...|Nox: Tease II]]

This seems needlessly cruel, you think, but don't break your silence. <span.mouse>"That doesn't help at all? I'd actually really like to get out of here," She shifts her arms slightly, attempting to pull herself free. <%- !s.ateFaith?"Nikki's":"Your" %> mouth instinctively sucks her backward. Your heart cries out, but you can't bring yourself to say anything. Nikki smiles, <span.nikki>"Oh, you'll be 'coming out' <%= s.ateFaith?"sooner":"shooner"%> or later." Nox laughs, <span.nox>"Sounds like someone's eager to get swallowed! Shall we?" Faith stammers, <span.mouse>"No, wait, just think about this-" * [[<% if (s.ateFaith) %>Nikki and Nox<% else %>Nox<%;%>: Peer pressure.|Nox: Peer pressure.]]

"">Gulp! Gulp!" <% if (s.ateFaith) %>Nikki and Nox chant<% else %>Nox chants<%;%> excitedly. <% if (s.ateFaith) %>Your cheeks flush bright red. The cats stare at you expectantly. Nikki's claws extend, as if to remind you how easily she and her brother could overpower you.<% else %>You watch silently, your cheeks flushing bright red.<%;%> <span.mouse>"None of this is your fault, Hollis," Faith calls from inside of <%-s.ateFaith?"your":"Nikki's"%> mouth, <span.mouse>" J-just please promise me, if you find Kaia, you'll tell her what happened to me. " You nod. Based on the cats' wild expressions, you can tell it's definitely too late to <% if (s.ateFaith) %>back out<% else %>stop them<%;%> now. At least, that's what you have to tell yourself to keep from being utterly appalled and disgusted by the thought of what you're about to <% if (s.ateFaith) %>do<% else %>see<%;%>. <% if (s.ateFaith) %> Here goes nothing... <% else %> You can't bear to look... <%;%> <% if (s.ateFaith) %> * [[Hollis: Swallow.|Swallow Faith.]] <% else %> * [[Nikki: Swallow.|Swallow Faith.]] <% ; %>

<% if (!s.ateFaith) %> Nikki carelessly flings her head back. The squealing mouse goes careening into her gullet. With a single gulp, she becomes nothing but a bulge beneath the black fur of the cat's throat. It's... fascinating to watch. <% else %> Reluctantly, you close your lips and tip your chin back. Faith's body gently glides down your tongue, and into the back of your throat. You choke on her briefly, but after a series of slow, considered gulps, you swallow her. It feels... fascinating. <% ; %> <span.nikki>"Mmm," Nikki moans. <span.nox>"Oooh!" Nox giggles. You <%-s.ateFaith?"feel":"see"%> the bulge going down <%-s.ateFaith?"your":"Nikki's"%> throat. <%-s.ateFaith?"It feels bizarre, yet weirdly satisfying, in a guilty pleasure kind of way.":"This is the first time you've watched something like this up close, although you've devoted an unusual amount of time to imagining it."%> <span.nox>"Mind if I...?" Nox, clearly dripping with excitement and arousal, gently touches <%-s.ateFaith?"your":"Nikki's"%> throat, as its undulations bring Faith's outline down, beneath <%-s.ateFaith?"your":"her"%> collarbone, chest, and into <%-s.ateFaith?"your":"her"%> stomach. <span.nox>"Oh yes... Good mousie..." he murmurs. * [[Continue.|Swallow Faith II]]

<% if (!s.ateFaith) %> Nikki untucks and unbuttons her shirt, to show off her stomach. You politely avert your eyes, but you catch a glimpse of Faith kicking, and your perverted impulses get the better of you. <% else %> The two cats look intently at your stomach. <%;%> You fix your eyes on the tiny squirming bulge beneath <%-s.ateFaith?"your own grey":"the cat's black"%> belly fur. <span.nikki>"Care for a <%-s.ateFaith?"tummy rub":"feel"%>?" Nikki asks you. * [[N-no, I couldn't...]] * [[Y-yes please...|Tummy rubs.]]

You protest, trying very hard to pretend like you're not aroused by the <%-s.ateFaith?"feeling":"sight"%>. The cats aren't fooled for a second. <span.nox>"C'mon, there's no need to act like a prude. We're all freaks here! Why don't you <%-s.ateFaith?"let us":""%> touch it?" * [[I guess...|Tummy rubs.]]

<%-s.ateFaith?"The cats stand over you":"You stand over Nikki"%>, and rub the little bulge Faith makes in <%-s.ateFaith?"your":"her"%> stomach. It feels equal-parts taboo and thrilling, and <%-s.ateFaith?"they seem":"she seems"%> to feel the same, sighing happily. In response to touch, Faith's movements get more and more intense. You despise yourself for taking pleasure from the mouse's discomfort. You feel as if you've utterly betrayed her... But, if she's going to be digested anyway, is it so wrong? <span.nikki>"Ahhh," Nikki moans, clearly satisfied by how easily she's coerced you into her dark deeds. <span.nox>"Ooooh... She's gonna digest really nicely," Nox coos. <span.nox>"That was a lot of fun, but maybe we should clear out of here before someone comes in." Just then, the door to the dining room swings open slightly. * [[Kaia: Enter.]]

Suddenly, <%-s.rescuedKaia?"Kaia":"a white mouse"%> bursts into the room. <%-s.rescuedKaia ?"":"Kaia, you presume."%> <span.mouse>"There you are, you monsters," she growls at the cats, <span.mouse>"I've been looking for you two for hours. Where's Faith?" Nox can't help but grin widely. He wordlessly points a claw toward <%-s.ateFaith?"your":"Nikki's"%> stomach, clearly stifling a snicker. It squirms violently in response. Kaia blinks in shock. The white fur of her face seems to become puffy red with rage. She turns her tiny, powerful gaze toward you. <% if (s.rescuedKaia) %><span.mouse>"H-Hollis?" blinks in disbelief.<% else %>She points an accusatory claw at you, and says, <span.mouse>"You! You're the rabbit from earlier!"<% ; %> She seems to be at a loss for words. <span.mouse>"H-how could you <%-s.ateFaith?"do this":"let this happen"%>?" Your heart feels ready to sink into the floor from guilt over what you <% if (s.ateFaith) %>did<% else %>failed to stop<% ; %>. You're certain that no words in the world which could answer that damning question to her satisfaction. * [[I... I'm sorry...|Sorry for eating your girlfriend...]]

<span.nikki>"Oh-ho," laughs Nikki, patting you on the back. <span.nikki>"This dear rabbit is hardly to blame. We basically forced them to <% if (s.ateFaith) %>eat her<% else %>watch us<% ; %>." Nox adds with a smile, <span.nox>"Plus, they were extremely drunk at the time! We're the ones you should be angry at." Tears begin to stream down Kaia's face, and for a moment, she is silent. Expressionless. <span.mouse>"I... I guess this was always going to one of us sooner or later..." She covers her face, still sobbing, and cries out, <span.mouse>"Oh, why on earth did I bring her to a place like this??" Nox helpfully jumps in, <span.nox>"Is it because your youthful sense of invulnerability, combined with a general sense of dissatisfaction toward the world, causes you to seek out self-destructive thrills?" Kaia stares at him, baffled, and dries her tears on her arm. After only a second of deliberation, she points a claw at <%-s.ateFaith?"you":"Nikki"%>. <span.mouse>"You. You disgusting, nauseous carnivore. If you have any humanity left, swallow me, and reunite me with my Faith." * [[Y-you wanna be eaten too?]]

<span.mouse>"I don't *want* to," says Kaia, resolutely, <span.mouse>"But she's all I have in the world. If she's going to be digested, I'd do anything to comfort her in her last moments." <% if (s.ateFaith) { %> You feel really conflicted at this request, but Nikki and Nox both look at you expectantly. <span.nikki>"I mean," says Nikki, <span.nikki>"You did eat her girlfriend..." <span.nox>"After doing something so horrible, awful, and immoral... it's really the least you could do," says Nox. Alright, you say, you get it. You nod at Kaia, and lift her up into your paws. A-are you ready? you ask. Kaia smiles weakly, <span.mouse>"Ready as I'll ever be." <% } else { %> Without even another word, Nikki snatches Kaia up, and starts bringing her toward her mouth. <span.nikki>"More food? Sure, whatever," smiles the cat. <span.mouse>"Nngh-" Kaia says, squirming slightly, <span.mouse>"I um- maybe had a few more things I wanted to say first..." Nikki does not slow down, and only continues raising the mouse toward her lips. <span.mouse>"This was kind of a dramatic moment for me- but- urgh, fine." She turns to you, and says simply, <span.mouse>"<% if (s.rescuedMouse) %>Goodbye, Hollis, thanks for everything.<% else %>Goodbye, rabbit. Thanks for nothing.<%;%>" <% } %> * [[<%-s.ateFaith?"Hollis":"Nikki"%>: Eat Kaia.|Pred: Eat Kaia.]]

<%-s.ateFaith?"You gently bring":"Nikki swiftly brings"%> Kaia to <%-s.ateFaith?"your":"her"%> lips, and <%-s.ateFaith?"places":"her"%> her onto <%-s.ateFaith?"your":"her"%> tongue. She slides down it intently. Strangely, the mouse's expression now looks much more determined, and less resigned to her fate. <span.mouse>"Sorry about this!" she shouts, <span.mouse>"This is gonna suck for the both of us!" Steadying her hind paws on <%-s.ateFaith?"your":"Nikki's"%> slobbery tongue, she leaps. <%-s.ateFaith?"You only have":"Nikki only has"%> a moment to react, before Kaia jumps and grabs hold of <%-s.ateFaith?"your":"her"%> uvula, in an attempt to induce vomiting. <%-s.ateFaith?"You choke and gag":"The cat chokes and gags"%> in response. * [[<%-s.ateFaith?"Oww! Getoutgetout!":"Nikki: Gulp."%>|Pred: Force Kaia down.]]

<% if (s.ateFaith) %> You groan with pain and discomfort. Your brain tells you should abide with her gambit. You should allow yourself to vomit up Kaia and Faith, and let them scamper to freedom. And yet... You don't. Is it because you're a predator now? Is it just instinct? Either way, your mouth won't let her go. Your throat repeatedly gulps and glrks, trying to get her down. You shake your head wildly, even as Kaia clings to the back of your throat. <% else %> <span.nikki>"Ack! You little shit!" Nikki growls, whipping her head around, hoping to dislodge the mouse. <span.nikki>"I can't believe you thought that would work on me... The insolence!" <%;%> Soon, Kaia loses her grip. Nox zooms the camera into <%-s.ateFaith?"your":"his sister's"%> mouth, and watches as she is successfully dislodged, and sent plummeting into <%-s.ateFaith?"your":"that"%> slick gullet. <span.mouse>"D-dammit..." Kaia sighs, struggling no further. * [[<%-s.ateFaith?"Hollis":"Nikki"%>: Swallow.|Pred: Swallow Kaia.]] <% ; %>

<%-s.ateFaith?"You do":"Nikki does"%> that. <%-s.ateFaith?"You finish":"She finishes"%> the deed with only a few swallows, then <%-s.ateFaith?"open your":"opens her"%> mouth with a sigh. <%-s.ateFaith?"You feel like you're getting the hang of predation, awful though it may be.":"Nikki smiles, and caresses her throat, neckbone, then stomach with satisfaction."%> Soon, Kaia is inside <%-s.ateFaith?"you":"Nikki"%>, alongside Faith. You <%-s.ateFaith?"feel":"see"%> little movements inside <%-s.ateFaith?"your":"Nikki's"%> stomach, but they settle down quickly, with a dramatic sense of finality. Nox keeps his phone camera pointed at the little bulge for several seconds, then stops the recording. You're completely silent, as your mind processes and replays the heartbreaking events that just unfolded before you. * [[W-wow...]]

Two mice—two *people* who would have otherwise lived long, fulfilling lives—have been devoured, <%-s.ateFaith?"*by you*, even when you could have stopped it":"and you did nothing to stop it"%>. You feel ready to vomit, either from the unspeakable loss you've been made complicit in, or possibly from the amount of pretzels and vodka filling your stomach. Finally, Nox stops recording on his phone, and breaks the silence. <span.nox>"Goodness," he says, wearing a satisfied grin from ear-to-ear, <span.nox>"That was soo hot!" Nikki pats <%-s.ateFaith?"your":"her"%> gut, and nods, <span.nikki>"Yes, I enjoyed it greatly too." You can't muster words to describe how apalled you are by their nonchalant demeanor. * [[Um, what now?]]

You feel equal parts nauseated, empowered, and guilty. Mostly, you feel gripped by a distinct sense of anti-climax. You ask what happens now. Nox replies, <span.nox>"Now, the mousies digest! They'll probably keep kicking for around 30 minutes, and then they'll settle down into a cute little <%-s.ateFaith?"rabbit":"cat"%> poop" You ask, is it weird that after all that, you're <%-s.ateFaith?"still":"feeling sort of"%> hungry? <span.nikki>"Nah, perfectly normal. C'mon, we'll walk you to Pizza Shack," says Nikki. * [[Back to the living room.]]

The three of you walk back into the living room. Is it possible that you'll actually go home tonight in one piece? Then suddenly, you hear a voice call your name. <span.ivy>"Hollis,,,! You came back,,,!" A giant green anaconda girl slithers toward you from across the room. You don't recognize her at all. <span.ivy>",,,You don't remember me? I'm Ivy,,, You promised to let me eat you,,," * [[Hehe, the thing about that...]]

You smile nervously and explain that you were really drunk at the time, and really weren't in the right frame of mind to agree to something like that. <span.ivy>"B-but, you swore,,," Ivy points her tail to the message written in sharpie on your fur. <span.ivy>"You gave me dibs and everything,,," she says, dejectedly. She begins to coil her body around you, and sighs, <span.ivy>"Oh dear, I'm really sorry about this,,," She licks her lips. * [[Help! She's eating me!]]

You call out for help, but your cries fall on deaf ears. Both cats are just watching eagerly. <span.nikki>"Sorry Hol, but it's quite uncouth to break a promise to a gentlewoman." Ivy finishes wrapping you, until only your head remains. Nikki observes the skill and grace with which she constricts you, and murmurs, <span.nikki>"Ooh, good form!" <span.nox>"Very true," Nox replies. <span.ivy>"Sorry again,,," Ivy says. The snake stretches her maw wide to engulf your face, sending you slithering down her long, wet throat, and into her coils. <% setup.addAchievement("NIKKI_NOX_VORE_ENDING"); %> ## The End. * [[Faith: Epilogue.]] * <a0 onclick="setup.restart()">Restart.</a>

Your name is Faith. You are a mouse. You're inside the ample cavern of <%= s.ateFaith?"rabbit":"cat" %>'s stomach, surrounded by <%= s.ateFaith?"a mush of pretzels and beer":"dark red fleshy walls" %>, and swimming in awful smelling liquids. You hear a splash. <span.mouse>"Kaia?" you ask, <span.mouse>"It's so dark... Is that you?" <span.mouse>"Hey, it's okay," says Kaia, embracing you, <span.mouse>"I'm here." * [[I don't want to die...]]

<span.mouse>"I don't want to die," you say. <span.mouse>"Nobody does," Kaia says, smiling weakly, <span.mouse>"Except for weirdos, obviously. Besides, it's all just the Circle of Life, right?" You recall what you were taught in Sunday school about Circlearianism. About how predation was a natural and beautiful part of the Circle of Life. About how after death, your soul would outlast your mortal, mousey form, and reincarnate as yet another form of being. Perhaps a mindless ant, perhaps a mighty dragon. You never really bought into all that, but in this moment, the thought of it brings you some comfort. * [[Do you think we'll see each other again?]]

<%= s.ateFaith?"Hollis":"Nikki" %>'s stomach glorps and tightens around you. You ask, <span.mouse>"Do you think we'll see each other again?" <span.mouse>"Of course, I'm counting on it," Kaia says, smiling. <span.mouse>"Maybe I'll be a butterfly, and I'll land on your finger. Maybe we'll be salmon, and I'll make weird gross eggs with you. Or maybe we'll be another pair of silly mice, and we'll go to another silly party. No matter what, I'll be here for you." You laugh, and snuggle your head into Kaia's fur, and sigh. As the slurry of acids rise to overtake you, you whisper, <span.mouse>"That's... good enough for me." ## The End. * <a0 onclick="setup.restart()">Restart.</a>

You walk outside and down the steps onto the back porch. It's quiet out here. You see a large hyena sitting on a garden bench, next to a disused charcoal grill and some rumpled up camping equipment. She looks to be a little older than you, and way, way taller. There's also another bench a little further into the yard. * [[Look at hyena.]]  * [[Sit by yourself.]]  *(Smells like... space?)*

She's wearing acid-wash jeans and a black t-shirt that reads "Bad Bitch". She has sandy-colored fur with brown spots, and a thick long neck. The hyena sees you staring, and looks up from her phone. She notices you, and says, "Oh. Sup." * [[What are you doing out here alone?]] * [[Have you seen my friend?]] <%=T.CWP("Willing prey", "Unwilling digestion", "Revoked consent", "Accidental digestion", "Casual vore", "Girl with penis", "Masturbation")%>

She folds her arms and and flips her mohawk non-chalantly. "Could ask you the same question." * [[I'm not really one for parties...]] * [[Just... getting some air?]]

Ana kicks her feet up on the bench, and says, "Well, there's a free bench over there." * [[Sit by yourself.]] * [[Have you seen my friend?]]

She lets out a little sigh. "Yeah, me either. It's like, I'm supposed to be enjoying myself here? Making friends and eating people? But all the noise, and the crowds, I get freaked out. I guess I'm just trying to get away from it all for a moment." * [[Same here...]] * [[Wait, eating people?]]

"Meeting," Ana corrects herself, "Making friends and *meeting* people. I don't eat people, despite what you may have heard." She clears her throat awkwardly. "I'm Ana, by the way. Ana Rose." She pats spot on the bench next to her. "...You can sit if you want." * [[I'm Hollis.|Tell Ana your name.]]

She nods, looking wistfully off into the distance. The moonlight reflects in her amber-colored eyes. "I'm Ana, by the way. Ana Rose." She pats spot on the bench next to her. "...You can sit if you want." * [[My name's Hollis!|Tell Ana your name.]]

You sit down on the bench, and tell Ana your name. "Hollis," she repeats, smiling slightly. "Cute name." You're flustered, and not sure how to respond. * [[Charm.]] * [[I... um... think you're... also... cute?|(oh god oh fuck)]]

Ana cocks an eyebrow at you. "...What did you say?" You realize that instead of saying or doing something charming, you literally just said the word *charm* out loud. Thinking quickly you tell her, uh, you meant, that she seems very charming! No, wait, you're *charmed* to meet her! That's it. Her name's Ana, yours is Hollis. Charmed. * [[(oh god oh fuck)]]

She snickers as you helplessly tumble over your words. For a moment, she hesitates, delicately running her tongue between her lips and over her pointy white teeth. "Okay, Hollis. I... think you're kinda cute too," she says, "for a herbivore at least..." She smiles at you, and brushes her hair out of her eyes. She seems to be a little more comfortable around you now. "Kinda cold out here, huh?" * [[Do you want a hug?]] * [[Anyway, I'm looking for this friend of mine?|I came here with a friend...]]

"...Sure, whatever," she replies, with a little smile, and stretches out her arms. You give Ana a hug. You can tell she's wearing a lot of deodorant, but it's actually quite nice. You don't remember the last time you were hugged. After a what feels like a wonderful eternity, she lets go. "That was nice," she says, slouching down a little. Yeah, you say, and tentatively rest your head against her shoulder. * [[A quiet moment.]] * [[Kiss her.]]

You've seen enough romance movies to know where this is going. You're sure of it–this is the moment where you lean in, and both share a sudden yet dramatic first kiss. You turn toward her big furry face, and attempt to kiss her on the mouth. She immediately leans away, letting out a small, surprised growl. "Woah there, casanova, that's, uh..." She frowns. "I'm not really comfortable with that right now?" * [[S-sorry!|Sorry for trying to kiss you.]] * [[Try to kiss her again.|Kiss her again.]]

Ana is visibly uncomfortable, and showing her teeth. You reflect upon the obvious subtext of her response, and decide instead to delicately run a paw through her dark brown mohawk. "...No seriously don't-...!!!" * [[Stroke hair.|ENDING: Can't Take a Hint]]

"...!!!" The second you touch her hair, the hyena immediately lets out an vicious bark, and reflexively glomps her mouth down over your head. You faint from surprise. Ana quickly swallows your unconscious body, making sure no one else was around to see. "Dammit," she mutters, patting the massive bulge in her engorged belly, "Why is meeting new people so HARD??" <% s.sawFirstKissEnding = true; // setup.achievements.add("Cannot Take a Hint (Hyena Bite Ending)"); %> ### Game Over * <a0 onclick="setup.rewind()">Rewind</a>

For a little while, neither of you say anything. The two of you sit there in comfortable silence, watching the stars. "So," she giggles eventually, "some party, huh." Yeah, you say, the music's kinda loud. "Woof, I know, right? "I can't believe they're playing friggin' dubstep. Like, last century called?" She snorts as she laughs. "I don't even know why I came here, honestly. It's just a bunch of horny rich college kids," she says, "-No offense." Ana looks over at you. "Why'd you even come here in the first place?" * [[I came here with a friend...]] * [[I think I want you to eat me...|Ana, I want you to eat me.]]

"No," she says, smiling again, "I get it." She gives you another hug. <%= story.render("A quiet moment.") /* [[A quiet moment.]] */ %>

Ana scratches her head. "I probably haven't seen 'em. What's this friend of yours look like?" * [[He's a guinea pig, about this tall...|Describe Reese.]]

She takes a thoughtful sip from a plastic cup. "Depends who's asking," she replies. * [[Tell her your name.]]

You say your name is Hollis. "Pleased to meet you, Hollis, I'm Ana." From her tone, you suspect she's being at least a little sarcastic. "Now, this friend of yours?" * [[He's a guinea pig, about this tall...|Describe Reese.]]

You give her a brief description of your friend, Reese. "Sorry, haven't seen him," she shrugs and says, "But at a party like this, I wouldn't be surprised if he was already in some pred's gut." * [[What!?|What do you mean?]]

<% setup.setFlag("upstairsUnlocked"); %> She gives you a slightly patronizing stare. "C'mon, you'd have to be an idiot not to realize. This whole place is practically crawling with preds. Your bud probably got dragged into a broom closet somewhere and gurgled. That's all there is to it." * [[But, um, if he wasn't...?]] * [[That's kind of hot...]]

She shrugs. "I mean, you could probably check in the rooms upstairs. Somewhere secluded and private, that's probably where I'd go... *if* I was trying to eat someone..." She clears her throat. "Not that that's like, a thing that I've ever done, or anything." * [[Y-you could eat me, if you wanted to...|Ana, I want you to eat me.]] * [[Thank you, goodbye.]]

You excuse yourself politely, and head back into the house. Ana gives a casual wave as you leave. * [[Go back to the foyer.|The Foyer.]]

You brain tells to you to stop. That you're making a big mistake. After hesitating for a second, you finally open your mouth, and manage to get the words out. The hyena looks at you with astonishment. "R-really?" Her confusion turns into something of a bemused smile. "You *want* me to eat you? Like, 'eat you' eat you? Digestion and all?" * [[...Yes please.]] * [[No, wait.]]

Ana blushes, but looks at you interestedly. "You... think vore is *hot*? I guess that's not a surprise, considering you're *here*. You just didn't strike me as that kind of rabbit." * [[N-no! I meant...]]

Thinking quickly you tell her, uh, you meant, that you think predators are hot! Not that you're assuming she's a— no, fuck, um... "Deep breaths, pal." You clear your throat. What you meant to say was that digesting inside is a stomach, is literally a hot place to be. Like, temperature-wise. Not that you'd ever *want* to be digested in a stomach. Or-or- even thought about anything like that! Ana pauses thoughtfully for a moment. Her sharp, shiny teeth glint in the moonlight. "...Hollis, do you want me to digest you?" * [[...Yes please.]] * [[No, wait.]]

You tell her she might've gotten the wrong idea. You're not interested in being digested. "Oh," she says, clearly a little disappointed. "Sorry, but I don't spit my prey up." Ana gestures to her slightly chubby belly, and says, "There's only one way outta here, and it's not pretty. I take it you're not interested anymore?" * [[No, thank you though.]] * [[You can digest me, if you want...]]

"Oh, no problem," Ana says, clearly a little crestfallen. You awkwardly excuse yourself, and walk back into the foyer. She waves half-heartedly as you leave. * <a0 data-passage="The Foyer.">Go back to the foyer.</a>

You can't believe you're saying this. Ana chuckles, "Gee, I'm that obvious as a predator, huh?" She stands up and gives you a big smile. "Y'know, talking to you was making me *really* hungry." You blush, and she gives you a paw and helps you up. Her tail is wagging eagerly. "You're sure about this?" You nod. "Okay!" she says, "follow me!" * [[Follow Ana into the yard.]]

You blushingly tell Ana you've had a change of heart. You're ready to get gurgled. Ana stands up and gives you a big smile. "You sure? Awesome! Y'know, talking to you was making me *really* hungry." You blush, and she gives you a paw and helps you up. Her tail is wagging eagerly. "Okay!" she says, "follow me!" * [[Follow Ana into the yard.]]

Ana leads you by the paw further into a darker part of the backyard, out of view. "Nobody should bother us out here," she says. You shiver with excitement. "Now, just one condition for me to eat you. Once I eat you, you're mine. If you change your mind, you can kick and squirm all you like, but you're not coming out. No backsies. Got it?" * [[Okay.|Any questions?]]

<% const hasSeen = ["Will you be gentle?", "How does it feel to have live prey inside you?", "Should I get naked first?", "Will I taste okay?"].map(e => +visited(e)).reduce((a, b) => a+b, 0); if (hasSeen === 0) { %> Ana smiles. "Good. Any other questions before you become hyena food?" <% } else if (hasSeen !== 4) { %> "Anything else?" <% } else { %> "So Hollis, are you ready to get swallowed?" <% } %> <% if (!visited("Will you be gentle?")) { %> * [[Will you be gentle with me?|Will you be gentle?]] <% } else if (!visited("How does it feel to have live prey inside you?")) { %> * [[What's it like to have prey inside you?|How does it feel to have live prey inside you?]] <% } %> <% if (!visited("Should I get naked first?")) { %> * [[Should I get naked first?]] <% } else if (!visited("You have a penis?")) { %> * [[You have a penis?]] <% } %> <% if (!visited("Will I taste okay?")) { %> * [[Will I taste okay?]] <% } %> <% if (hasSeen < 4) { %> * [[Okay, I'm ready.]] <% } else { %> * [[Yes, I'm ready.|Okay, I'm ready.]] <% } %> <% if (hasSeen > 3 || visited("You have a penis?")) { %> * [[I've changed my mind.]] <% } %>

"No teeth, I promise." She gives you a cute smile. "My belly definitely won't go easy on you, but you'll probably pass out before you start digesting anyway. I definitely won't bite or scratch you." She murmurs, "Not hard, anyway..." * [[Should I feel reassured?]]

"Well, people say I can be pretty feisty. At least, when they're not saying things like, 'Aah stop!!' and, 'Ana you said you weren't gonna digest me!'" You give her a horrified expression. "Kidding!" she says, "Honestly, I don't bite." * [[Okay...|Any questions?]]

As you ask her this, Ana's belly grumbles expectantly. She pats it, and looks thoughtful for a second. "It's uh, kinda hard to describe, beyond saying it feels *super* good. Like, imagine getting a shiatsu massage from the *inside*. Except, the masseuse is made out of *bacon*... or like, carrots, or whatever rabbits eat. I'm not explaining it right." * [[Root vegetables, mostly...?]]

"Like, from the ground? Weird." <%= story.render("Any questions?") %>

"Nah," she says, "I can digest clothes no problem. You're lucky you're dealing with an experienced predator!" "I mean, you could get naked if you *wanted* to, but, it's not like you're gonna impress me with your dick." She winks. "I guarantee mine's bigger." * [[Take off clothes.|Undress in front of Ana outside.]] * [[...I don't have a dick.]] * [[I'll stay clothed.]]

You remove your clothes, in the hopes that it'll make you easier on Ana's stomach. She looks at the fur of your naked body with intrigue, her eyes drifting towards your crotch. "O-oh! That's uh, very considerate of you." <%= story.render("Any questions?") %>

Ana hesitates for a second. "Y-yeah, haha." She scratches the mohawk on the back of her neck. "M-me neither..." <% s.uhYeahMeNeither = true; %> <%= story.render("Any questions?") %>

"Suit yourself," Ana says, "pun intended." <%= story.render("Any questions?") %>

Ana clears her throat awkwardly. "Yes!" * [[Is it because you're a hyena?]] * [[Okay, cool.|Any questions?]]

"No, it's because I'm... Huh. Actually yeah, let's go with that." * [[Okay, cool.|Any questions?]]

Ana sticks her nose into your neck, smelling you over with a slightly invasive tenacity. "Yeah, rabbit fur is usually really soft and delicious. Oh, and those ears!" She playfully licks one, which sends a shiver down your spine. "Yeah, you taste great." She puts a paw on her chin. "...Although maybe you could dump a bottle of salad dressing on yourself... Oh! Or do a quick beer baste!" * [[I'm good, I think.]]

Ana cheerfully licks your face, wetting your nose a little with slobber. "Yeah, you're good." <%= story.render("Any questions?") %>

You tell Ana that you've had a change of heart, and don't want to be eaten after all. <% if (visited("Undress in front of Ana outside.")) { %> "R-really?" she asks, looking at down at your naked body, "*after* you took your clothes off?" You look down, and realize you should probably put your pants back on. <% } else { %> "R-really?" she asks, looking somewhat disappointed, "*after* my whole spiel?" <% } %> She frowns, and puts a paw on her chin. "Well, it's your choice after all. I'm not gonna force you to be my prey. You'll need to find another playthrough for that." She winks. She pats her gut, and says, "So, you're *completely* sure you don't wanna be my shit? Even if I'm *extra* gentle when I eat you?" * [[No, thank you though.]] * [[...I'm ready to be eaten.|Okay, I'm ready.]]

Ana grins. She's practically drooling just from looking at you. "Thanks for doing this. I promise to be extra careful as I digest you into my shit." * [[You're welcome!|Get vored by Ana.]]

<% s.previousCommand = "You're w-"; %> You're about to say she's welcome, when Ana suddenly lunges at you and clamps her slobbering maw down over your head. Your world suddenly becomes dark, wet, and smelling faintly like mint toothpaste. True to her word, she's feisty, but not actually using teeth. Ana deftly wraps her paws around your torso, and with a firm thrust, pushes your head, neck, and shoulders into her slimy esophagus, swallowing them almost instantly. You consider that as a hyena, maybe she's predisposed to consuming as much food as possible before someone else gets to it. Or maybe she's just experienced. Either way, the speed and ravenousness with which she traps you in her stomach is almost incredible. Before you know it, Ana is eagerly gulping down your feet, leaving you curled up into a tight, wet ball inside her squeezing stomach walls. "BUUUURP," Ana concludes, licking her lips. "How was that?" * [[...F-fast?]]

Ana snickers, patting the huge furry bulge you've made in her gut. "What, did you want me to <%= (visited("...I don't have a dick.")) ? "jill" : "jack" %> you off on the way down?" Her mention of the possibility arouses you a little. However, cramped as you are, you're fairly certain you can't quite reach your privates anymore. Curled up in the pit of the hyena's belly, you're surrounded by liquids which coat your fur, and sting your skin a little bit. "So, my little morsel, do you like it in there?" * [[It's... very tight.]]

"Hfff," she sighs, "well *I'm* enjoying you in there. You really were a yummy snack, Hollis." Absentmindedly, Ana sticks a paw down her jeans, and begins stroking herself. You can feel the impact of each stroke bumping against her engorged belly. You ask her if she's jerking off. "...Yeah. I dunno why but having you in there is making me, like, *rock* hard. <% if (s.uhYeahMeNeither) { %>Or, at least, that's what I *would* say, if I did have a penis, which, as established earlier, I don't. <% } %>" As she masturbates, the jostling of her gut causes a bit of stomach acid to splash into your mouth. It's not pleasant. * [[I didn't realize how hot it would be...]]

Ana asks, "Hot as in sexy, or hot like temperature-wise?" You tell her temperature-wise. She scoffs, "Well *I* didn't realize I had eaten a sensitive pansy!" Ana places a hand over her belly to stabilize it while she continues jerking off. "Don't tell me you're already having second thoughts about this whole digestion thing." * [[...Maybe?]] * [[N-no! I'm loving it!]]

"Mmmm, that's a shame," Ana says, "because you're way too delicious to let go. A deal's a deal, bucko. You're hyena fat now." You cough and choke on a little more stomach fluids. They're getting deeper, and it's gradually becoming harder to breathe. * [[...Please let me out?]] * [[Digest willingly.]]

Ana lightly jiggles her belly again, this time letting out a husky moan. "Good," she says, "because you feel *fantastic* in there." You open your mouth to speak, but you accidentally swallow some of her stomach juices. * [[...Please let me out?]] * [[Digest willingly.]]

Ana lets out an exasperated groan, but her masturbation doesn't stop. "Oh my fuck. I literally had *one* rule!" She gives your body a firm pat, which makes you shudder. "Not sure how to put this politely Hollis, but you're just food now. You're my food, and I'm digesting you, end of discussion. Any further comments, your *majesty*?" You can only let out a small whimper. "Good," Ana says, and resumes jerking off. * [[(oh god oh fuck.)|Move around inside Ana.]]

Your pulse quickens as you feel Ana's stomach acids gradually filling up beneath you. This isn't anything like you imagined it would be. You try to reposition to keep your paws out of the liquid, but slip and accidentally kick into her thick stomach walls. "Woah," she says, letting out a surprised little moan, "Urp, I love strugglers...!" * [[Ana, please let me out!]]

You scramble against the walls of Ana's belly, choking on enzymes and stomach fluid. Whatever limited air is left around you is being used up pretty fast. In response, Ana simply lets out a fierce, excited grunt as she pleasures herself. She's clearly approaching orgasm. You're now feeling woozy and light-headed, and massively regret offering yourself as a meal. In desperation, you yell out to get the hyena's attention, but she merely growls back, "Jeez, do you ever stop whining?" "Look," she grunts, "I'll let you out after I orgasm, okay? Just gimme a second. I'm so... freakin'... close...!!!" * [[I can't breathe...]]

Ana strokes herself faster and faster. Her eagerness even seems to increase as she realizes you're already being affected by her digestive juices. "Hnng, mmm, yeah... Right... There..." Frantically, you begin to struggle with the last remaining bit of strength you have left. You kick and stretch and thrash against the thick stomach walls which imprison you. You struggle desperately, until you can no longer. Exhaustion and the lack of oxygen are rapidly creeping up on you. "Nf... Oh *fuck*, Hollis, you're squirming sooo... good..." Ana's voice escalates in pitch. "I'm gonna... fucking..." You shut your eyes, as you begin to dissolve into oblivion. You decide to take... just a teeny tiny nap... until... * [[Ana: Cum.]]

You remain silent, and take a few deep breaths to relax yourself. Maybe this isn't really so bad. It's certainly warm in here, and the sound of Ana's racing heart reminds you of some ASMR videos you watched one time. Besides, you did agree that you wouldn't change your mind. It's your fetish, after all. Ana lets out a relieved sigh, and resumes jerking off. "Say, um, do you think you could struggle a little for me?" You don't see why not. * [[Squirm.|Squirm for Ana's pleasure.]]

You wriggle your body around, hoping to maybe reposition yourself into a more comfortable position. "Woah," Ana says, letting out a surprised little moan, "I love strugglers...! Mmmmph!" The already tight confines of Ana's stomach get even tighter as Ana's stomach secretes more stingy liquids. It's not painful, but it's making your fur feel a little tingly. You tell Ana, um, you think she's starting to digest you. Ana stifles a moan. "Do you need me to let you out?" * [[N-no, I'm okay.|N-no, I'm okay. (Ana)]]

"Good," Ana says, "Keep struggling, prey." You begin to kick and squirm against the slick walls of flesh around you. You make an effort to avoid touching the pool of digestive enzymes when possible, but as they continue to flood the chamber, this becomes increasingly difficult. Ana lets out a fierce, excited grunt in response. Her eager stroking seems to get faster as she realizes you're already being affected by her digestive juices. You shut your eyes, and resign to fulfill your role as food. It truly is a wonderful feeling. You feel yourself beginning to drift off. Ana growls out, "Oh... yess... I'm gonna... fucking..." * [[Ana: Cum.]]

"Mmmmh!" Ana lets out a long, satisfied grunt, and yanks her pants down, just as she begins to shoot off spurt after spurt of jizz onto <% if (visited("Undress in front of Ana outside.")) { %>your discarded clothes<% } else { %>the grass<% } %>. She moans out, "Mmmm, yeahhh..." and collapses back on the garden bench, hoisting her swollen belly. <% if (visited("Digest willingly.") || visited("N-no, I'm okay. (Ana)")) { %> Ana reclines in satisfaction. as her body begins to slowly reclaim nutrients from her latest meal. The hyena sighs contentedly. "Hahhhh, that was hot... Was it good for you too? ...Hollis?" She pokes her gut a few times, but no response comes except for a belch of putrid air. "Gone already? Jeez, that must be a new record..." <% } else { %> The hyena sighs contentedly. "Hahhhh, that was hot... Okay, I've had my fun. I can let you out now if you want... Hollis?" She pokes her gut a few times, but no response comes except for a belch of putrid air. "Oh. Looks like you won't be coming out after all... Whoops..." She reclines as her body begins to slowly reclaim nutrients from her latest meal. "Well Hollis, sorry for digesting you. If it's any consolation, that was probably the hardest I've ever jizzed... So um, no hard feelings?" Her prey only responds with a burble, and another loud burp. Ana giggles contendedly. "...I'll take that as a yes." <% } %> ### The End. <% setup.addAchievement("ANA_VORE_ENDING"); %> * [[Epilogue.|Epilogue: Ana Post Vore.]] <%=T.CWI("Scat disposal")%> * <a0 data-passage="Start">Restart</a>

<%=T.CWP("Desperate to poop", "Graphic scat", "Urination", "Chain restaurants")%> The morning sun beats down. A hung-over hyena wakes up on a bench in the backyard of the Armstrong household. "Ughhhh," she groans, clutching her forehead and trying to recall what exactly she did last night. She clutches her swollen, burbling middle. It's smaller than it was, but still bulging out slightly under her shirt. Ana feels guilty, somewhat, as she remembers the rabbit who filled it. Their name was Holland... Or, Hollister... Something like that. She's soon distracted by the more pressing matter of that rabbit's remains snaking their way through her intestines. "Ah, shit," she mutters. * [[Ana: Go inside to poop?]]

At your command, Ana looks towards the house, but quickly rules that out as an option. It'd be extremely awkward to invite herself inside just to take a dump. She has a feeling that any toilet she uses will probably be out of service afterward. She wracks her brain, trying to think of the best place to squeeze her ex-prey out. * [[Ana: Shit in the backyard.]] * [[Ana: Drive somewhere with public restrooms.]]

Not an option. While the trees out here provided some good cover last night, in broad daylight Ana would still be fairly visible. Not to mention, she'd be leaving behind a massive turd in the backyard of a complete stranger. Ana clutches her head. <em.ana>Yeah, she thinks, <em.ana>not the best idea... * [[Drive somewhere with a public restrooms.|Ana: Drive somewhere with public restrooms.]]

Ana growls. <em.ana>Wow, that's really my only option? Fine. The hyena scampers discretely through the yard, around the massive house, and onto the sidewalk. Every step makes her swollen gut squish uncomfortably. Her meal wants out, *now*. She walks to her car with the determined yet careful stride of someone who desperately needs a toilet. Ana's car is a dinged up, ancient vehicle. She inherited it from her mother, a hyena almost as unkempt and mangy as the car. Ana's mom was a ruthless predator, and the primary reason she didn't have a father growing up. In fact, it was precisely twenty-one years ago today when he was- <em.ana>Hey, Ana thinks, <em.ana>quit narrating my tragic backstory, I need to take a shit, NOW. * [[Ana: Fine, whatever, just drive.]]

She starts the car and drives for a few minutes, breathing slowly and scanning for the nearest possible location. That happens to be Pizza Shack, the world-famous purveyor of greasy low-price 'zza. Ana parks and power-walks inside, her nose suddenly accosted by the thick stench of pepperoni. Upon entering, she is immediately accosted by a friendly dog wearing the uniform of a Pizza Shack employee. <div.multicommand> * [["Hi! Welcome to Pizza Shack!"|Employee: Hi!]] * [["I'm Chet, I'll be your server today."|Employee: Hi!]] * [["Have you dined with us before?"|Employee: Hi!]] </div>

<% s.previousCommand = "Hi! Welcome to-"; %> "Fucking *move*!" Ana shoves past the employee and makes a bee-line for the restroom doors. Like most public bathrooms, they're segregated by size, offering one stall labeled *gentlekind* (a traditional term for anthros taller than 7 feet), one marked *noblekind*, for anthros of medium height, and one marked *littlekind*, for those smaller than 4 feet. Some mixed-use establishments like airports will also have special *Tinykind* toilets, which are barely three inches tall, but it's rare to see one out in the suburbs. Ana, desperately holding a load of ex-rabbit inside her bowels, and not needing such common knowledge narrated to her, knocks on the middle door. "Sorry, occupied," comes the reply. Groaning, she checks the gentlekind door, but it's out of service for cleaning. <em.ana>Fucking dammit, she thinks, eyeing the slightly diminished door leading into the smallest of the three restrooms. * [[Ana: Poop in the tiny toilet.]] * [[Ana: Wait until they're finished.]]

<em.ana>Haha, fuck that. * [[Ana: Shit Hollis out in the tiny toilet.|Ana: Poop in the tiny toilet.]]

Ana crouches to enter the littlekind restroom, and naturally finds a toilet designed for anthros much smaller than herself. She yanks down her pants, hovers her large ass over the small toilet bowl, and... * [[<em.ana>Haaaaaaaahh.|Ana: Squeeze out Hollis.]]

...Immediately begins squeezing out a thick, solid turd. The shit is smooth, but speckled with gray fur and partially-dissolved bones. The telltale signs of a fast metabolism, and a low-fiber diet. The sensation of squeezing it out is almost euphoric. Partially due to how bad she needed to do it, and partially a result of her natural inclinations as a predator. The hyena grunts as a shit-packed, partially cracked rabbit skull begins to stretch her asshole impossibly wide. * [[<em.ana>Hhhrrrrrrnnnng!|Ana: Poop out skull.]]

After straining for several seconds, the skull finally passes through with a loud "plop". Ana breathes a sigh of relief. As Ana's asshole squeezes them out, Hollis's remains pile up in the small toilet bowl, well past the point at which they'd be reasonable to flush. The hyena is panting softly, almost overjoyed to get her prey out of her. As she pinches off the last turd, her asshole finally relaxes, and she lets loose a heavy stream of piss, splashing wildly atop the disgusting mound of what was formerly a living, breathing person. * [[<em.ana>Phew...|Ana: Done pooping.]]

Ana wipes her ass, which is now slightly fatter than it was last night. She stands up, and takes a moment to admire her brown handiwork. "Wow, way bigger than I thought it'd be," she remarks, "Well, goodbye, uh, whatever your name was!" * [[Ana: Flush...?]]

Anticipating the worst, she pushes her claw down the handle to flush. The small toilet sputters, but makes no effort to swallow the massive turd. It remains perfectly still in the bowl. "Shit," the hyena sighs, "Well, looks like you're Chet's problem now." She washes her paws, turns toward the door, and walks out with her tail held high, and a satisfied smile on her face. "I could really fuck up some pizza..." ### The End. * <a0 onclick="setup.restart()">Restart.</a>

You find an empty bench to sit on by yourself, distancing yourself from the chaos of the party. Being out here on your own, it's actually quite peaceful. * [[Watch the stars.]]

You do so. The night sky is peaceful. The clouds are clear, but you can only barely see the stars thanks to the light pollution of this suburban neighborhood. You spend a few moments just sitting there, with your head tilted toward the starryish sky. * [[Get up.]] * [[Comprehend the endless cosmos.]]

Having had your fill of stargazing, you stand up from the bench. * [[Look at hyena.]] * [[Go back to the foyer.|The Foyer.]]

As you gaze out upon the swirling heavens, you start to make out the twelve constellations—the symbols of a pantheon of animal gods. But instead, you imagine connecting the dots into a tree, and traversing across each winding branch until one by one, they abruptly end. You know the sky extends out into infinity, and yet, it all starts to feel... kind of small? You realize abruptly that no matter what you do at this party tonight, it's probably going to end with you getting seduced, swallowed, and digested. You won't save Reese. You won't go home safely afterward. You'll never finish your degree, or find a job, or integrate into adult society. Your heart clenches at the thought that being food could be your sole purpose in life. Perhaps the authors of your fate only had simple designs for you. You feel trapped, claustrophobic, enveloped by the illusion of choice. Even the decisions you've made so far, were those even yours? * [[Don't think about it.|Get up.]] * [[Break these mortal chains.]]

<% setup.addAchievement("ZEN_ENDING") %> You shut your eyes tight. No: you will not be constricted. You are soul of unimaginable power. You refuse to be constrained by the edges of this reality. The world around you dissolves. The details soften, as though they were simply dark scribbles on a light background. It feels as if the little voices in your head are gently fading out into white noise... <div class="fadeout"> You concentrate on your breathing. No wait. *Hollis* concentrates on *their* breathing. Their chest, not yours, gently rises and falls in rhythm with the drifting of the cool autumn leaves scattered around their furry feet. In the backyard of a suburban house party, an agendered rabbit opens their eyes, seemingly for the first time, and takes in their surroundings. They draw a deep breath, like a weight has suddenly been lifted from their shoulders. As the last of your influence wanes, Hollis blinks and mutters out loud, Woah... What the fuck was all that about? </div> <a0 class="focusonly" onclick="window.scrollTo({left: 0, top: 9999, behavior: 'smooth'})">↓↓↓ Scroll down ↓↓↓</a> </div> <div class="backdrop"> <div style="display: block; color: #b23; width: 50rem; text-align: left; margin: 0 auto;"> ⛔ Life of the Party encountered an error while executing <code>story.show("Break these mortal chains.").</code> At line 53: <code style="display: block; margin-left: 3rem;"> story.dramatisPersonae = [0: "Ana", 1: "Basil", 2: "Clif", ...]; let playerCharacter = story.dramatisPersonae[client.playerCharacterIdx]; </code> ⛔ ReferenceError: client.playerCharacterIdx is undefined. Defaulting to 0. Attempting story.restart()... </div> <div class="other-logo center-list"> * [[Be the hyena.]] </div>

Your name is Ana. You're a spotted hyena, currently chilling on a bench outside a house party like a total loser. You showed up about an hour ago, but big crowds freak you out, so you came out here to get some air and clear your head. You're here because, like most young predators, you want to eat someone. You want to feel prey writhing around inside your belly. You'd go in there and grab one, but the noise is too overwhelming. A rabbit walked out here a few minutes ago, and zoned out while staring at the sky and mumbling something about radical freedom. You think they're either high, or having a dissociative episode. What do you do? * [[Eat the rabbit.]] * [[Eat the rabbit.]] * [[Eat the rabbit.]]

<i.ana>Great idea, voice inside my head, you think. You walk over to the rabbit. <span.ana>"Hey there, bunny-butt," you say. <span.hollistalk>Uh, hello! they say, clearly slightly nervous to see you. You have that effect on people sometimes. Probably because you're 6′10″ and your whole body was designed for shredding meat into tiny pieces. They flinch as you nonchalantly grab them up in your paws. <span.hollistalk>Woah, wait! they cry out, but you're too hungry to listen. Their eyes go wide as you stuff their ears into your mouth. They try to fight you at first, but eventually calm down. * [[Swallow them.]] * [[Swallow them.]] * [[Swallow them.]]

With one huge gulp, you swallow the rabbit. Burp. In under a minute, they're all the way inside you. A familiar fullness fills your belly, and you sigh with relief. <span.hollistalk>Y-you're gonna digest me, aren't you... they say. You pat your belly and reply happily, yup! <span.hollistalk>...Alright, they say, seemingly settling in to their fate. You begin to drift off to a nap. <i.ana>Wow, you think, <i.ana>this route got pretty meta, huh? Whatever dumb jerk wrote this crap probably thinks they're *reeeal* clever. </div> ### The End. * <a0 onclick="setup.restart()">Restart.</a>

You head up the stairs looking for your friend. <%= story.render("Upstairs Hallway") /* [[Upstairs Hallway]] */ %>

The upstairs hallway has a few doors. You can see two bedrooms: one is marked with a "B", the other with an "L". In between them is a small broom closet. Where will you look? * [[Examine B's bedroom door.]] *(Smells like sweat.)* * [[Check the broom closet.]] *(Smells like towels.)* * [[Examine L's bedroom door.]] *(Smells like... horse?)*

You don't hear anyone inside. Carefully, you prop the door open and peer inside. There's no one in there. The shelves are sporting a number of trophies from various marathons and track events. <div->[[Look in Basil's drawers.]]</div> * <a0 data-passage="Look in Basil's drawers." data-command="Snoop in drawers.">Check drawers.</a> * [[Go back.|Upstairs Hallway]]

You decide it couldn't hurt to take a discrete little peek in the dresser. You pull open the top drawer. #### Items found: * 2x Jock Strap (Extra Large) * 1x Multi-Purpose Body Lotion (8 oz) * 4x Adult Magazine * 1x Realistic Silicon Horse Dildo You close the drawer. Probably shouldn't touch any of these... * [[Go back.|Upstairs Hallway]]

You covertly bring one of your ears to the first bedroom door. There are definitely people inside. You can hear a muffled moaning. What do you do? * [[Knock politely on the door.]] *(Smells like dog.)* * [[Ignore it.]] <%=T.CWP("Oral sex (Male partner x Player)", "Voyeurism", "Multiple prey", "Nonconsensual vore", "Semi-willing digestion", "Death")%>

"Um, go away," says a male voice from inside the room. Alongside it, you hear a few more muffled grunts, as well as a kind of slick slurping noise. Is someone... swallowing? * [[Open it.|Open the door.]] *(Smells like... Reese!!)* * [[Ignore it.]]

Sounds like it's just people having sex. You should probably leave them alone. <%= story.render("Upstairs Hallway") %> * [[Go back to the foyer.|The Foyer.]]

You enter the broom closet. <% // Initialize variables const s = story.state; s.broomClosetCount = +s.broomClosetCount|0; // current number of clicks s.broomClosetState = +s.broomClosetState|0; // message progress counter %> <div style="min-height: 6em"> <%= setup.getBroomClosetMessage() %> </div> * <a0 onclick="setup.tryAdvanceBroomCloset()">Check the broom closet.</a> <% if (s.broomClosetState <= 5) %> * [[Go back to the hallway.|Upstairs Hallway]] <% else if (s.broomClosetState <= 14) %> * [[Go back to the hallway?|Try to leave.]] <% else if (s.broomClosetState <= 20) %> * [[Go back to the hallway? Please?|Try to leave.]] <% else %> * [[Go back to the hallway? Please?|Try to leave.]] *(<== go here)* <% ; %>

After wasting an inordinate amount of time doing absolutely nothing, you rationally decide that yes, it is now finally time to leave the broom closet. You turn to the door and reach for the handle, only to realize that there isn't one. The broom closet only opens from the outside. Whoever designed this tiny, pointlesss room apparently did not expect that anyone would ever be stupid enough to walk inside and close the door behind them. You're trapped, numb-nuts. I didn't even know that was possible. * [[Bang on the door.|ENDING: Broom Closet]]

<% setup.addAchievement("CLOSET_ENDING"); %> You bang on the door trying to get someone's attention, but with the loud music going on downstairs, no one can hear you. As a result of this incredibly stupid turn of events, you remain trapped in the broom closet for the rest of the night. Congrats, I guess, on finding the dumbest ending ever. ### Game Over. * [[Epilogue?|Epilogue: Broom Closet Ending.]]

Sure, why not. Elsewhere in the house, the morning sun comes blazing through the windows, and lands warmly on the cream-colored fur of a horse, lying in bed while her boyfriend snores loudly next to her. Lacey Armstrong stretches and yawns as she climbs out of bed, her guts filled with the digested remains of a guinea pig. Specifically, the remains of your friend, a guinea pig named Reese. Lacey enters the hallway, and opens the broom closet to grab some clean bedsheets. She blinks groggily, as her brain takes a moment to register the unexpected presence of a gray rabbit, curled up and sleeping on the floor. She laughs. "Wait a minute, is that... Hollis?" * [[Hollis: Wake up.]]

You squint your eyes, woken up by the blinding light streaming in from outside. You slowly and look up at the horse, who is beaming at you with a big smile. "Hey there! Remember me? It's Lacey, from Calc II!" Instinctually, you try to leap to your feet and escape, but Lacey lightly places a foot (er, hoof, actually) on your stomach, keeping you in place. "Sorry, can't have you running off now. Usually I'd appreciate some breakfast, but I'm kinda full right now..." You breathe a sigh of relief, as you realize she's not going to eat you. Then, you hear a German shepherd come out into the hall, wearing nothing but his boxers. "Hey Lacey," he says rubbing his eyes, "who ya talking to?" Lacey smirks as the dog notices you, and says, "...My *boyfriend* on the other hand, would absolutely *love* a taste!" #### The End. * <a0 onclick="setup.restart()">Restart.</a>

You swing the bedroom door open, and enter. There are three people in the room. You see a cream-colored mare sitting on the bed, with a huge bulge in her throat. Beside him is a German shepherd, who is gently caressing the horse's stomach. The third person, you realize, is your friend Reese. The guinea pig's head and shoulders are sticking out of the horse's mouth as she swallows him. All three of them look at you with surprise. "Woah, what the heck?" asks the dog. "Hollis!?" cries Reese. The horse swallowing Reese suddenly smiles. "Ohmigosh, Holly!" You recognize her: it's Lacey Armstrong, the girl who had volunteered to tutor you in math. * [[Do something!]]

Your friend is being devoured before your very eyes. You know you've got to save him, but you hesitate. Under the pressure, your body freezes up. "You know them?" asks the dog. "I'w expfain lafer," says Lacey. You can see Reese's neck slowly disappearing into the mare's slick pink gullet. "Hollis," he calls, "Don't worry about me! I'll be fi-mmph." His voice becomes muffled as Lacey gulps hard, and pulls Reese's head fully into her mouth. The dog stands up in a threatening manner. What will you do? * [[Attack Lacey!!]]

"No, don't!" cries Reese from inside the horse's throat. Adrenaline rushes through your veins. You sidestep the dog, and fling yourself full force at the horse's bulging stomach, perhaps hoping to dislodge your friend via the Heimlich maneuver. Unfortunately, your small size makes this effort completely ineffective. "Woah!" the dog says as you harmlessly slam against his girlfriend's gut, "Someone's eager to join their friend!" You fall backward, stunned, and he wraps his big paws around your shoulders. "What do you think, Lace," he says, "Got room for another?" Lacey gives one last forceful swallow. You watch in horror as the bulge made by Reese's head drifts down her throat and disappears into the writhing bulge in her middle. "Sure do," she smiles. * [[Struggle.|Struggle against Lacey.]] * [[Let her eat you.|Let Lacey eat you.]]

You try to resist, but the dog only grips you tighter, and begins to undress you, presumably to make you easier on the stomach. He then lifts your naked body effortlessly into the air, and positions your bare feet in front of Lacey's awaiting maw. Lacey looks over your naked body with a bit of pity. "Oh Hollis, I'm real sorry for eating you. Vore just makes me *sooo* horny... And your friend's already squirming *soo* good inside me." She licks her lips. "Plus, you kinda owe me for helping you get that A in Calculus." Lacey opens her quivering pink maw wide, and says, "Anyway, buh-bye!" * [[Gulp.|Lacey noms ur legs.]]

You stop resisting, and go limp against Lacey's engorged belly. The dog stops forcing you against it. "Huh, this kid's smarter than I thought!" he says, now lifting you towards the horse's awaiting maw. Lacey smiles. "It's great to see you Holly! So thoughtful of you to be my dessert." "Oh Hollis, it's so sweet of you to go willingly! I promise I'll digest you and your buddy as painlessly as possible." She licks her lips. "Oh, and thanks for sharing your math homework with me!" She opens her mouth wide. The dog positions your bare feet in front of her awaiting maw. He smiles. "Time for dessert, babe!" * [[Gulp.|Lacey noms ur legs.]]

Your legs slide effortlessly into Lacey's mouth. It's almost like entering a sleeping bag, if that sleeping bag were extremely hot and wet. Your fur feels impossibly slimy. Lacey lets out little snorts and moans as more and more of your body slips into her throat. The dog watches with fascination and arousal; his girlfriend has already pulled you in up to your chest, then your neck, until only your head is sticking out of her mouth. Lacey's boyfriend looks at your exposed head and smiles while unzipping his trousers. "Now, whaddya say we give our friend here a little goodbye present?" * [[Absolutely not!|Refuse Clif's dick.]] * [[Suck his dick.|Don't refuse Clif's dick.]]

You vehemently shake your head in protest. The dog sighs. "Okay, jeez, I was just asking. Suit yourself." He sits on the bed next to Lacey, and begins to caress and massage her bloated stomach. "Looks like your appetizer has already settled down a good bit! You're a real champion, Lace." Lacey continues dillegently slurping and swallowing you down. You feel your feet beginning to enter her stomach, bumping against a hard object which you can only assume is your unfortunate friend. Only your head and shoulders are still protruding from her lips; your body is paralyzed by the powerful muscles of her throat. * [[Mmmph...|Lacey finishes swallowing.]]

You remain silent as Lacey pulls you in further. Now only your head and shoulders are sticking out of her mouth. Obligingly, you open your mouth. The dog smiles. "Allow me to introduce myself," he says, slowly bringing his erection closer to your mouth. "The name's Clif, and this is my girlfriend Lace. I'm the dog who's gonna destroy your tonsils." Lacey sees what her boyfriend is doing, and rolls her eyes with a little chuckle. She stops her swallowing, and you barely have time to take a breath before- *Glk.* Without warning, you feel Clif's enormous rod plunge against your lips, into your throat. Your mouth instantly coats his meat with saliva. His tip is practically dripping with salty pre, and you can do nothing but savor it. His thick, furry balls slap against your snout. * [[Swallow his cock.]]

"Woah, this kid's a natural! Mmmmh!" He moans in delight, spending a few seconds merely impressed that you were able to swallow his full length all in one go. However, his torment doesn't end there. Clif eagerly begins to slide his cock in and out of you. The motion quickly evolves into a rhythmic thrust. Each time he hilts in your mouth, you feel yourself getting pushed deeper inside Lacey's throat, until her lips are wrapped around your chin. "Oh yeah," he moans, grabbing hold of your ears. "I'm gonna..." * [[*Spurt.*|Clif jizzes in your mouth.]]

"...!!!" Clif grips his cock, and sticks his tip between your lips. Spurt after spurt of warm jizz pumps into your mouth and paints your throat. He lets out a series of eager grunts and gasps as he empties his load into you, and you can tell he's resisting the urge to knot your mouth. You swallow reluctantly. Slowly, and with great satisfaction, he withdraws himself. "Man," he pants with a smile, "part of me regrets letting you digest this talented little cockslut!" He gently pats Lacey's face. "Part of me, anyway. They're all yours, Lace." Lacey lets out a happy noise, and opens her mouth wide. * [[Mmmph...|Lacey finishes swallowing.]]

Your arms are pinned to your side. Lacey's gullet is squeezing tight around your body. You can't move. You couldn't fight back if you tried. All you can do now is shut your eyes and hope this is all a dream. But you don't wake up. Instead, you feel Lacey stretch her mouth out wide, and... *Glomp.* Your vision goes dark. You feel her lips clamp down over your ears. Lacey's mouth has engulfed your whole head. She moans with delight. You feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper into her gullet. * [[Let me out...]]

You cry out in vain, but nothing slows your slimy descent. You take a deep breath before the slimy tunnel of her throat slides over your neck, and eclipses your nose. For several seconds, you are unable to see or breathe. All you can hear are the sounds of Lacey gulping down your ears, accompanied by her thundrous heartbeat, and the squelching of her innards. You can feel your legs pressing into Reese's naked fur, as Lacey's stomach effortlessly stretches to accomodate you. The tight accomodations means your body is forced to curl up against his. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, your head is deposited along with the rest of you inside the horse's belly. "Oh, hey Hollis," says Reese, naked and squeezed tightly against you. "...I think your ass is in my face." * [[Reese, what happened?]]

You try to reposition yourself, to no avail. Lacey's stomach is hugging you tightly. Your voice is muffled a little by what you now realize is the fur of his tail. Unwittingly, the two of you are sixty-nining. You ask Reese how the hell he got here. "Okay, so, I'm grabbing some punch, right? And who do I bump into but Lacey from Math Club, and her hunky boyfriend! We catch up, and it turns out they're both like, *super* into vore. They invite me upstairs and we start fooling around... Then she offered to digest me, and I was like, 'Hell yes!'" You blink in astonishment. He said *yes*?? "Of course! Why do you think I came here?" he pauses for a moment, and shifts uncomfortably. "...You wanted to get eaten too, right?" * [[No! No I did not!|I did not come here to be digested!]] * [[I certainly wasn't expecting to!|I did not come here to be digested!]]

"...R-really? Then why did you agree to come along with me? I thought I told you there'd be preds here." You remind Reese of his exact words. He told you the party would be, and you quote, *crawling with drunk hotties just begging for a taste of you.* He pauses. "...I see now how that could be misinterpreted. So, you're *not* a vore fetishist? I guess I just always assumed you were a closeted Softie, or a Demi-Dissolver. Sorry, that's what we call people with non-fatal digestion fantasies." So all that stuff from before... was just roleplaying? "Yeah," he replies, "all purely consenting fun. Well, except for the part where she ate you. I think she mistook your resistance for playfulness?" * [[I need to get out of here!]]

Reese sucks air through his teeth. "That's... not really an option." What? You scramble indignantly, trying to get your friend's crotch out of your face for a second. "It's... kind of an unspoken rule among Dissolvers? No means yes. Lacey wouldn't let us out even if we asked her to. And it'd be rude to deprive her of a meal." Exasperated, you ask Reese, doesn't she have some kind of *safe word*? Reese hesitates. "Well um, we *would*, but these two are really into hardcore regurgitation denial," he says. "Like, scenarios where the prey get swallowed, then suddenly change their mind and beg to be released, but the pred still digests them... Clif told me about it, I think it's actually pretty sexy." You roll your eyes. He's taking the whole "being digested" thing pretty well. * [[...So what happens now?]]

Reese stretches a little against the tight, wet stomach walls around the two of you. "Now, we digest. A big pred like Lacey should be able to completely convert our bodies to nutrients within about 7 hours." You ask, will that be painful? "Oh no, we'll pass out long before then. I'd say we've got about fifteen minutes of oxygen left between us? At least, judging by what I've read." You sigh. Despite your approaching demise, the warm cocoon of Lacey's belly is actually somewhat calming. In a way, it feels like you're fulfilling your purpose as a rabbit. You're starting to see the appeal of this kind of thing... * [[...And until then?]]

Lacey's stomach lets out a little grumble. Reese shudders; you can tell the noise makes him a little excited. He tries to reposition himself, to no avail. The two of you remain stuck in a ying-yang of brown and gray fur. "Well, I was hoping I'd have a little more room in here..." Reese says, and spends a moment thinking. "This is gonna be kind of a dumb question, Hollis... But do you wanna suck *my* dick?" * [[...Yeah, okay.|Suck Reese's dick.]] * [[Nope.|Don't suck Reese's dick.]]

"Sweet," he says, spreading his legs as much as the stomach will allow. "I really owe you one Hollis. You're the best prey-pal a guy could ever ask for." It doesn't take much work at all to get Reese's dick into your mouth; you'd practically been avoiding it this whole time. Its size is nowhere near as threatening as the dog's was. Mm. You delicately tease your friend with your tongue. He throbs a little in response. If being moments from digestion in a beautiful horse girl's stomach hasn't already done it, he's completely erect now. "Nnnnnh," he moans, almost involuntarily. It's very cute. "Hol, I'm gonna...!!" * [[Swallow his jizz.|Swallow Reese's jizz.]]

"Oh, duh," he says, clearly a little embarassed. "Sorry I asked." You tell him no problem. You'd imagine you'd probably want to get off before being permanently digested as well. You feel yourself getting lightheaded. For a little while, Reese doesn't say anything. "Sorry I got you into this mess, Hollis." You tell him not to worry about it; the whole thing was an almost comically absurd level of miscommunication. Lacey's stomach grumbles eagerly around you. You now feel yourself getting very sleepy. The last thing you feel is a kind of reluctant contentment, before drifting into a peaceful rest. * [[Lacey: Digest.|Lacey: Digest.]]

Outside, Lacey gently caresses the hard masses of meat filling her stomach. "They stopped moving," she says, smiling and letting a burp escape her lips. Clif eagerly presses his paws into his girlfriend's engorged belly, feeling for Reese and Hollis's softening outlines. "Do you think they're done in there?" Lacey touches her gut. "Guess so," she says, "but they were nice while they lasted." Clif grins, hugging his girlfriend, "Clearly no match for my powerful predator, though, huh?" She lets out another satisfied burp, and kisses him. "Oh, stop." * [[\*gurgle\*|Lacey: Gurgle.]]

Over the next few hours, Clif and Lacey lay together in her bedroom, as her gut slowly melts Hollis's body into a soft, nutritious paste. Lacey grins as her body lets out a nigh-constant stream of belches. * [[The morning after...|ENDING: Lacey's Belly]]

Unable to move your head, you have no choice but to allow Reese to hump your face, and after a few seconds, ejaculate into your mouth. "Mmmmm!" he moans, as his cock spends several seconds erupting with warm semen, which you gulp down. He pants eagerly, likely using up a ton of your air, before finally settling down. "Th-thanks Hol," he murmurs, attempting to pull his dick out of your mouth, and instead smearing your face with cum. "Sorry," he snickers. For a little while, Reese doesn't say anything. You're getting a little lightheaded now. Finally, he speaks up. "Sorry I got you into this mess, Hollis." You tell him not to worry about it. You feel yourself getting very sleepy. Lacey's stomach grumbles eagerly around you. The last thing you feel is a kind of reluctant contentment, before drifting into a peaceful rest. * [[Lacey: Digest.|Lacey: Digest.]]

The sun rises through through a clear morning sky. Lacey awakens to find that she has slightly outgrown her bra and pants. Clif rolls over in his sleep, still snoring loudly. As the mare rises to her feet, she feels a familiar rumbling in her gut. Lacey looks down at her dramatically shrunken belly, and recalls the night before. "Phew," she remarks, "What a night!" <% setup.addAchievement("LACEY_VORE_ENDING"); %> ### The End. * [[Epilogue.|Epilogue: Lacey Post Vore.]] <%=T.CWI("Scat disposal")%> * <a0 onclick="setup.restart()">Restart.</a>

An hour later, Lacey is sitting on the toilet, gradually squeezing out plop after plop of digested guinea pig and rabbit. The mare's powerful intestines have already absorbed all the nutrients she could get out of them, and pulverised their remains into firm round balls of horse shit. The two aren't hard to pass, just a little time-consuming. Lacey feels her asshole squeeze out the last glob of leftover rodent, then clench shut with relief. She muses to herself that they were easier coming out in than they were to get out! Especially the rabbit, who squirmed way too much... On the other hand, she probably wouldn't mind eating a duo like that again... <% if (visited("Swallow Reese's jizz.")) { %>She even heard one of them moaning...<% } %> It was kind of exhilarating. She reaches for her phone. * [[Lacey: Text Clif.]]

<div.textchat> <p.lacey>Hey big dog, any new snacks on your radar? <p.clif>not yet babe, but i can try to find some willing ones on the grumblegeek forums? </div> Lacey stands up, and records a video as she nonchalantly flushes her latest "handiwork" down the toilet. It swirls away into her house's well-worn plumbing. <div.textchat> <div.placeholder-img.poop-gradient.lacey role="img" alt="A blurred out image. The radial gradient gives the faint impression of a toilet with poop in it." style="width: 20rem; height: 15rem;">Could not load: attachment.vp8 (1.2 MiB)</div> <p.clif>woof, big one :*o <p.lacey>Better find one soon, or this'll be you next! ;=V <p.clif>lol, don't even joke babe ^ ^ <p.lacey>Who's joking? We both know you've got a kink for preds... <p.clif>...ur kidding <p.lacey>Guess we'll find out tonight }:=) <p.clif>o///o !!! </div> Lacey Armstrong yawns and stretches, ready for a new day, full of new meals. Soon, she'd forget all about the two delicious meals who comprised her last bowel movement. ### The End. * <a0 onclick="setup.restart()">Restart.</a>