In the Swamp
First story with vore in it. The sex and vore is near the end. 5147 words with more angst than what I normally write. Also, I personally don't like when characters are digested, so you'll see both characters in the next part.
Thank you Skoczny for beta reading and giving feedback.
My arms ached. Each hand carried a strap attached to a small tote, filled with as much equipment as possible. I also had a bookbag filled to the brim with clothes and supplies for my research. My arms burned as I saw my destination appear behind the trees.
The boathouse was long, getting longer as I approached. It faced the water with a generator sitting on land, with a single wire connecting it to the house. All the mud I spent the last thirty minutes walking through wasn't even part of the swamp technically.
I approached from the left side, which sucked because that's where two air boats were docked, tied to each other and to the porch railing. I looked down the house, seeing a pretty big picnic table off to the side. I walked around the house, really appreciating how long it was, before making it to the other side, which didn't suck, because it had a pier. Made of old wood, it connected the boat to the land. The pier groaned under my weight as I shuffled across, reaching the houseboat's porch, which was made of slightly newer wood than the pier.
The floating house didn't wobble as I landed on it. Nor did it wobble when my arms gave out and I placed the totes down harder than I should have. The porch ran the whole length of the house, ending at the airboats. It was also way wider than it should be. Three of me could walk side-by-side and not bump into each other. The lack of weight was freeing, and I made it to the door in one final burst to my destination. There was a grill hiding under a tarp and an ice box on either side of a wire frame door. The door looked like a hard wind would knock it down, and when I knocked it felt like I would break it down. “Hello. It's Felix, from the university. We talked about me staying here as I did my research!" No answer. I knocked again, still nothing.
Thinking I might be in the wrong spot, I turned to the totes to check the directions I was given. However, before I could make it a step the boat shifted. I fell, landing on my face as the boat stabilized. “You're early." The voice was deep. I turned to see a massive, wet alligator, both in height and size. He must have been seven feet tall, at least, with a pot belly that fell just above his knees. The porch width made sense now, because one of him took up the whole thing. This wall of a man walked towards me. With each step the boat wobbled under his weight. I pressed into the floor as he did, too scared to stand, but was still able to understand what was happening. Just as he reached me, he stopped and waited.
“You gonna stay on the ground?" I realized he was right and immediately got up. Dusting myself, I extended a hesitant hand. “I-I'm Felix. Thanks for h-having me." I had to crane my neck to look at him, he was taller than any human or any anthro I've ever met. He was the gray black you would expect, with scars decorating many parts of his body. A cut on his arm, a gash on his belly, he had a lot lining his lips, like he bit them. He looked down at my hand, turned around, I got a face full of gator ass as he opened the screen door. “I'm Beau, follow me." His thick tail slithered inside the house as I followed him.
I was let inside a dingy, almost bare room. The kitchen and living room were one, with a stove, refrigerator and cabinets in the corner. There was a beat-up coach that sank in the middle sitting against one wall and a box TV. A minimalist would think this was extreme. Beau lifted his arm, pointing down the hallway. Water dripped from his arm onto the tile floor. “The bedrooms are down there, yours on the left, don't go in the one on the right." He made eye contact with the last part. I could only muster up the strength to nod my head, earning a smirk from the beat up maw. He then pointed to the other side of the house, which had a hallway like before, but only one door. “The other side is the toilet."
With that he waddled to the couch and sat down, shaking the boat as he did. He pulled out a remote (I have no idea from where) and turned on some fishing channels. I was left standing there for a bit before realizing I was watching a naked guy watch TV. I walked past him, heading towards my room at the end of the hallway. Opening the door to the left, I let out a sigh of relief.
Not only was it huge, but it was also clean, no mold or mushrooms growing in the corner, not even water or smoke stains on the ceiling. It was completely empty except for a sleeping bag that was still rolled up and sitting in the corner and a massive window that almost took up the entire wall. I placed my bag on the ground and headed back out to get the totes.
Opening the door, the swamp elements came together. The swamp was vast, extending further than I could see, with thick trees lining the sides. I could hear toads and dragonflies which I couldn't hear over my grunting and heavy breathing on my journey here. After enjoying the view, I got the totes. They felt twice as heavy now, but I pulled them in. Or halfway down the porch before the wire door burst open and Beau came out. He stomped over, rocking the boat with each step before stopping in front of me. He looked me up and down before extending his hands. "Give." That was all he said.
“What?" I slipped out. The corner of his maw twitched, “Give me the totes." I hurriedly took them off my shoulders and placed them in his waiting hands. He carried them to my room without a problem as I followed him behind. The alligator placed the totes down and walked back to his perch. "Thanks!" I shouted, getting a grunt in response. I set up my portable laboratory. As I organized, I noticed more about the room. The carpet had indents everywhere. In the middle, multiple bed posts left square indents in the carpets, it looked like there were three beds on one side and two on the other. There were two different dressers against the wall, with an outline on the wall showing that one was taller than the other. Pictures used to hang on the wall, but now the only evidence is squares of paint a little darker than the rest of the wall.
I felt a bit bad about setting up, like me being in that room disturbed it. I pushed past these feelings, organizing my equipment the best I could in the empty room. About halfway through the second tote, I noticed it was getting dark. I could see the sky turn amber from the window, but I also realized that there was no switch for lights. As I stepped into the hallway, the smell of fish struck me. I followed it to the living room, looking for any switches and finding none. The couch was empty, but the TV was still on, turned to the fishing show. I walked around the TV, seeing that a wire ran directly into the wall.
Satisfied, I followed the scent outside. The grill was moved down the porch to the end of the pier. Beau was grilling something. I noticed him swinging his tail slightly, but as I got closer, I saw he was actually swinging his hips. Closer still, I realized that he was still naked, except now he was wearing a grilling apron. This meant his ass was fully exposed. “Hey, that smells really good." His head swung around, his eyes shot wide open before turning around quickly. “I was about to get ya, it's almost done." Still not looking at me, he pointed to land, where the table from before was set up, a tablecloth and silverware were set out. I sat down and waited. Beau was too far away to talk without yelling, so all I could do was listen to the swamp.
I was pulled out of my trance as a plate of grilled fish dropped in front of me. "Thanks!" I yelped as Beau walked back to his grill, earning another grunt. The food looked good. It was some fish I didn't recognize and asparagus. I took a bite... and wasn't impressed. It tasted like every other grilled fish I ever had, but I should be thankful that it's edible. I would hate explaining to the three-hundred-pound alligator that I didn't like his cooking. Speaking of, Beau sat across from me, with his own plate, or platter because I couldn't even see how many fish he had on his plate. I watched in horror and fascination as he grabbed an entire fish and threw it in his maw, barely chewing before swallowing and reaching for the next one.
Forgetting about my own food, I watched as he threw more and more into his maw. “See something you like?" My face burned as we locked eyes. "I-I'm sorry, I d-didn't-" He waved his hand dismissively. "Relax, you get me a beer from the ice box, and I'll forget it ever happened. Get yourself something while you're at it." He smirked. I happily took the chance to collect myself.
The icebox was filled to the brim with ice, with only the necks of the bottles sticking out. Grabbing two, I walked away, only to lurch back. The ice was so dense that I had to plant a foot on the ice box lip to pull them out. Finally pulling the two bottles out of the box, I held one up. The brown bottle was much larger than any I had seen before about three times the size. It also lacked a label. The coldness began to sting my hands, so I hurried back to the table as Beau finished his plate.
“Took, ya awhile. Did ya get lost?" His giant hand encircled the bottle body. “I noticed it didn't have a label is all." I turned away as I blushed, placing my bottle on the table. Beau huffed in response. “A friend made these." The gator bit the cap and tore it off, spitting it on the table before downing half the bottle. “Isn't that dangerous?" Beau let out a satisfied 'ahh'. "I've been drinking it for years and I'm still alive." He said matter-of-factly. I looked at the bottle as I picked at the fish on my plate. Feeling Beau's eyes on me, I opened the bottle. Or I tried. I twisted as hard as I could until my palm hurt. When that failed, I wrapped my hand around my shirt and tried again. “Give it he-." The bottle interrupted Beau, letting out a hiss as air escaped. “I got it." That came out whinier than I wanted.
Having to hold the bottle in both hands, I took a sip... and again I was not impressed. It was as tart as any other beer I'd had. This might have been impressive since it was homemade, but I don't know enough about brewing to have an opinion. "Ah, this is terrific." Beau huffed and looked at the swamp as I returned to my meal, unable to think of any conversation starters.
"What are you studying?" Beau asked me as I finished my last bite. Was he waiting for me to finish? "I'm a pharmacist. I'm researching a specific bacteria strand called Photorhabdus luminescens. Didn't the university discuss this when they called you?" Beau's eyes perked up a bit at the question as he tapped a clawed finger on the table. “They said a lot of things. I mostly listened to the pay. What makes this... photohadus lumbesens so interesting that you come down to butt-fuck-no-where Tennesse?" I took a sip of the beer, not finishing one fourth of its contents.
“Well, there's a story that the injuries of soldiers who fought in the surrounding area would begin to glow after a few days. Afterward, they would be three times as likely to survive. I believe that the glow was caused by the bacteria I'm researching. I believe it's most likely to be found in this swamp." I'm glad I could use my sales pitch again. I spent a week perfecting it.
Beau scratches his neck before finishing his bottle. “Not to dash your hopes, but I've lived in this here swamp my whole life and I've never seen anything glow before." Beau stands up, grabbing my plate and beer bottle, while a smirk crawls onto his maw. “My kids used to say they saw some glowing turtles, but then they turned six." He walked back to the house, letting me look at his ass as he mocked my work.
Over the next two weeks things got better. With me and Beau, not with the research, which got nowhere. I tried ignoring him at first, which was easy, because most days when I woke up he was already absent. But every night was the same. He would grill some fish, and we would eat together. He never actually called me, but he always had a plate ready. It was during these meals that he slowly began to open up. He told me he disappeared every day to fish and exchanged fish with his friends who lived deep in the swamp. I also learned that he didn't own any clothes, except for a grilling apron. He always kept the topic to either me or his friends. When I tried to ask him about what used to be in the room I was staying in he didn't talk for the rest of the meal.
With Beau only being at the house at night I could get my bearings, examining the edge of the swamp. Collecting water samples and vegetation. This yielded nothing, so I explored further and further away from the boat house. I got so invested in my research that I didn't notice how late it was. It was only when the sun began to set that I realized how long I'd been out. I returned, but by then it was dark, only light coming from my phone.
It felt like an eternity when I finally found the house. Sitting at the picnic table, a large alligator looked at me as I approached. “What are you doing?"
“Waiting." He gestured at the table. Like always, two plates were sitting there, and neither of them had been touched.
“Oh, s-sorry I got lost." I sat down, feeling uneasy and confused. We both sat there looking at our plates that neither of us touched. “Why didn't you eat?" I didn't look at him when I asked. He didn't say anything. I was so confused. Why did this man care enough to wait for me? “Did your kids live in the room you gave me?" I was just as surprised as he was as the words left my mouth, my curiosity unable to contain any more.
Silence returned. I was still too scared to look at him, but I knew his eyes were on me. “Yes." The gruff voice I'd grown used to was low, almost drowned out by the ambience of the swamp. “How many?" I tested my luck, wanting to see if I could crack his shell. “Seven…three boys and four girls."
“Seven! And they all shared a room!" I stood up, shocking Beau. “The house only has two rooms. And it was big enough for them all." I sat back down. Finally! I feel like I'm having an actual conversation with him, and it only took two weeks. “Alright, I'm guessing they are all adults, right? Wouldn't you need the beds if they wanted to stay the night? OR do they live close enough that-"
“They don't visit me." He cut me off. The edge in his voice sent a clear message. “Sorry." I went back to looking at my plate as silence came back. “Ugh." Beau threw his head back, covering his face as he thought. His arms came down, but he still didn't look at me. “Fine, I cheated on their mom and now they are still angry about it. They all rushed in and yelled at me, saying I was a homo and never wanted to see me again."
"Oh." That was all I could say. What could I say? It took a while for one word in particular to register. “'Homo'?" He looked at me, blushing as he scrunched his face. “Yes, I slept with a man." It was my turn to blush. “I didn't mean it like that. I was just curious." He huffed as he calmed down. “I kind of understand why you did it."
“How would you know?" The way he said it made it sound like a challenge. “I dated this girl all through high school. People always said we were the dream couple, but it never felt right, it wasn't until senior year that I realized I wasn't into women and by then I felt trapped. How do you explain to someone you've been with for so long that you weren't even interested?" Beau sat in silence, his face softening as he realized that I did understand why he did what he did.
“The stress of being in the closet, family, and finals coming up was too much and I cracked. I slept with a gay classmate. After that he got really clingy, wanting me to come out and break up with my girlfriend so we could be together. I had to explain that I wasn't interested and just wanted casual sex. He did not take it well. Not even an hour later my girlfriend broke up with me."
Stress I didn't realize I had, lifted. Beau watched me closely, like if he blinked, I would disappear. After much consideration, he relaxed. “I guess you do know." This seemed like an appropriate place to stop. Not wanting to push my luck further, I stood up. “Thank you for waiting for me Beau. I'm heading to bed, good night." I didn't make it two steps before Beau stood up and rushed in front of me, his face flushed as we looked at each other.
“I know we just had our little moment." Sweat ran down his face. “But if you're interested, we could spend the night." To say I was shocked would be an understatement. How did we get from talking about his kids to this? But at the same time, it all sounded good. I covered my face, which felt on fire. “OK. Can we take it slow?" As soon as the words left my mouth, I was pulled into a hug. I was squashed by his arms into his belly, which was soft and molded around my body. “Thank you, God I needed this." He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and led me back inside. “Ever since I saw you I wanted to feel you squirm down my throat." He pulled a beer out of the ice box as we passed it. “What?"
Beau sat down on the couch, rocking the boat and making me stumble into him. Before I could get up, his rough hands wrapped around me. “I'll go real slow, Felix." Beau purred. His digits massaged my back and sides, working their way down to the hem of my shirt. His fingers slid under, his scales brushing against my torso, making me shudder as he took my shirt off. Beau covered his snout with it and inhaled deeply. “Ahhh, you haven't worked up the nerve to ask me to clean your clothes. Or how to bathe?" It's true, it was surprising to see that the bathroom had a single toilet and sink in it.
“I wasn't going to ask a stranger how to bathe." He sniffed my shirt again before tossing it. He leaned down to whisper, “That just means you're more flavorful." Beau hugged me close as he nipped at my neck. As he bruised my neck, I felt something hot press into my stomach. The air got trapped in my neck as he licked my neck and grinded against my stomach, my own cock became harder.
As Beau's hands massaged me, my hands got my pants off, dropping them to my ankles. My dick sprung out and poked into the gator's thigh. Beau gave me one last lick before pulling away, wrapping his hands around my waist as he sat back and spread his legs. His dick sprung up with two large testicles at the bottom. It twitched up and down as Beau rubbed my thighs. I could smell the musk emanating from it. “Y-you're not planning to put that in me, right?" Beau laughed before cupping my ass and pressing my thighs, so our dicks were pressed against each other. “Don't worry, you'll be in me." He licked his lips as he thrust.
His dick was a bit bigger than mine but much thicker, like comparing a pinky to a thumb. He pressed our bodies together, trapping our dicks between us as he rubbed them into his belly. The softness of his stomach and the firmness of his dick created an extraordinary feeling and soon I was bobbing up and down as well. Beau smiled and relaxed, pulling me up so my knees rested on his. “Keep going." Beau opened his beer bottle as I rubbed our dicks.
I cupped his dick, bending it up as I ran mine along its length, from the tip until it poked just above the base of his dick. I grabbed onto Beau's shoulder with my other hand as I bounced with more and more force, but my hand started to wander. It moved down to his chest, grabbing his man boob. "Oh, do that again." I did, clutching, pulling and lightly twisting the mass of flesh, rubbing my thumb around his nipple. “Oh fuck, kid. I've never done that before, just a little more of that and-." I shoved my face into his chest, wrapping my lips around his sensitive nub and pressing my teeth into it.
Beau wrapped his free arm around me, pulling me in as he thrust into me. I ran my tongue over his nipple as he painted my stomach. It felt like warm water was sprayed into me as he rubbed his length up and down. After covering as much of me as possible, he let go of me and collapsed on the couch.
I looked down. Beau dick was still twitching, pumping the last bit of cum out. Bridges of cum formed as I pulled away. Before I could get off, Beau caught me as he sat up, pressing us against each other again. “You want to do something real fun?" Beau smiled as he pressed me into his chest. “Was this not fun?"
“This will be even better." He leaned forward, holding me by my hips as he moved his eyes all over me, like a piece of meat. “You're not going to hurt me are you?" For just a moment, a flash of hurt was in the alligator's eyes. “I would never hurt you." He cupped my face, running a finger across it as he moved his face closer to mine. “Ok." As soon as I gave permission, his maw was on my lips. His tongue pressed against mine, snaking its way to the back of my throat. The hand on my cheek moved to the back of my head, trapping me.
While making out, Beau maw opened, moving up and down my face while his tongue kept me occupied. It opened up more than I thought possible. His tongue slithered out of my mouth, now pressing it against my face, his hand kept me pressed against his tongue. His mouth moved down and over, until Beau was satisfied and relaxed. He let go of the back of my head, replacing it with the roof of his mouth. Beau fit my head into his maw, which smelled of cheap beer. I fidgeted in his lap as he sat there.
His hands explored my back, massaging it and pulling me closer so I couldn't move as much. His tongue ran over my head, pressing my face and head against the rough texture, which tickled me a bit. Beau moved his hands to my shoulders, then they went down my arms until they were held against my sides. I took this as a sign that this wasn't all he wanted.
Beau opened his mouth wide and leaned forward. With the dim light that entered his maw, I could see his throat open, inviting me in as my head slid deeper in. My head was pressed against his throat for less than a second as he swallowed me. My head was now stuck in his gullet as my shoulder was brought into his mouth. Beau moaned, running his tongue over any new flesh he could access. His tongue tickled as it ran over my neck and shoulder, drool running down my chest from how much saliva he drooled.
Wanting more, Beau swallowed again, sending me deeper into his throat and pushing my shoulders into his mouth. He lapped over my chest, barely grazing my nipples, every time getting a jolt from me. He teasingly closed his mouth, letting his teeth press into me just enough so I knew he could chomp me in half if he wanted.
Beau had gotten hard again. Wanting to stroke himself as I struggled with him, he hurried up, swallowing my chest, stomach, and placing my crotch in his mouth, in quick succession. The tight passage I was in opened up to what could only be his stomach. My head and shoulder were in, but the rest of me was still in his throat as he grabbed my legs and pulled them apart.
Beau's tongue rubbed against my cock, swirling it around before moving to my balls. He flicked them with his tongue, making them smack against my taint as I leaked pre into his mouth. His tongue rose up, dragged against my taint and wiggled its way into my ass crack. Through this, I kept my mouth shut. However, as his tongue brushed against my anus, I gasped, breathing stale air. His tongue ran up and down my crack, teasing my opening each time he ran against it. I twisted my body, rubbing my dick against his tongue and reaching my limits.
Beau pressed against the edge of my hole, adding pressure until it popped. He rolled his tongue, making a tube to shove into and out of me. He got his tongue deeper with each thrust until he hit my prostate. My legs spasmed and he must have heard me from inside as I moaned and shot my load directly onto his tongue. Beau pulled his tongue out so he could slather my ass as I emptied into him. I filled his mouth, making him swallow. My semen slid down his throat, sticking to the parts of me in his throat. However, just enough got through that I could feel it run down my neck as it pooled in his stomach.
I was still shooting as Beau pushed my legs together and tilted his head back. He swallowed, forcing my head against his stomach interior as my shoulders and hips entered his stomach. He kept swallowing until he was able to close his maw around my feet. I was curled in his stomach, my face pressing into my crotch as my legs were held in his throat.
Beau shoved my feet from one side of his mouth to the other, separating them, running his tongue over as much of me as possible. Him licking my feet sent me into a fit, making me thrash inside of him as I laughed, my voice almost echoing inside the chamber. I felt his belly slosh back and forth as he thrust.
A cold liquid engulfed my feet, making me spasm even harder than before. My feet and the liquid were swallowed. The contents of the alligator's mouth entered, letting me curl in his stomach much more comfortably. That was short-lived as the cold liquid bit into my skin making me jump. I heard Beau say something just before a cascade of cold liquid covered my body. I stretched, jumped, punched, and kicked anything to get the liquid off me.
Beau's stomach tightened as I heard him moan, lifting himself off his couch before falling back down. He shoved me from one side of his stomach to the other. I realized that the cold liquid was beer as his stomach filled up with the familiar smell. Sitting in a pool of semen and beer, I realized I was sitting in Beau's stomach. All of the liquid created an already humid area even hotter. The walls were rough and slimy, not completely uncomfortable, but the lack of space made me bend in ways I wasn't used to.
The stomach caved in around my head, so I pushed back, using my feet as leverage and squeezing my feet against the meat wall. The stomach shifted and I heard a soft chuckle. I blushed as I realized Beau was pushing his hand against his stomach. "Stop that." I shouted, not knowing if he heard me.
I was rocked as he stood up. His stomach jumped with every step he took. I heard a door open. I think he went outside. I heard him moan as he stretched, his stomach tightening lightly and falling slack as he stopped. My world rocked as he jumped, and the sound of water surrounded me. While before it felt like I was sitting down like normal, now it felt like I was in a hammock. I swayed back and forth. I panicked briefly, only able to go off the feeling as I was in complete darkness, but eventually I realized we were in the water.
I relaxed, trusting Beau as we drifted in the water. Nothing hurt. The temperature gradually cooled down now that we were in the water. It felt like I was in a sauna as I swayed in his stomach. I let exhaustion from today take over me as I closed my eyes. The steady beat of Beau's heart was the last thing I heard as I drifted to sleep.