FSE

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The night was in full swing. The sun had set a couple hours prior. Pedestrian and vehicular traffic along the surrounding roads had died down to almost nothing. Crickets were the only sound audible as they echoed in the darkness.

A modest house, converted into a duplex apartment, sat on the corner of one of the now-quiet roads. The lights were mostly out, save for a single room on one side of the duplex. The light was dim, emitted by a computer screen. Seated before it was Kensjo, an orange dragon wearing only a pair of loose-fitting boxer shorts. His cock was hard and throbbing as he idly stroked it with one hand while clicking around on his computer screen with the other. On the screen was not just ordinary porn, but acts of voraphilia.

The screen was adorned by photos of people eating others. The act had been mostly outlawed in much of the developed world, despite there being safeties devised to keep the practitioners unharmed. Even so, very few websites produced such content.

Kensjo took a moment to cease his masturbation to type something into his computer. He had heard of places on the internet, commonly known as the "dark web" that contained things that were potentially ethically questionable. He heard that the vore community thrived in such a place, and was eager to try to find it. It took some work, surfing some sketchy web portals that certainly put his anti-virus program to the test as well as keeping an eye on an IP blocker to hide his address and location, but he found something. A site that was full of not only tantalizing photos, but also videos which were preceded by a warning. A warning that stated the fate of the prey in the videos is unknown and the site takes no responsibility should the shown act of vore be fatal or otherwise.

Kensjo smiled, opened several different photos and videos and returned to stroking his still painfully hard member. It didn't take him long to achieve climax at the quality work presented on the site, especially from the videos. One in particular was particularly stimulating; It began with a large dragon sitting on a couch and what looked like a fox or wolf already halfway buried into his enlarged cock. The mammal struggled and thrashed desperately, but without success, as he was pulled into the hungry organ. The dragon's balls grew and rested on the floor, the outline of the consumed prey obvious and still struggling. The camera never cut away from his balls. The struggling slowed and the form of the prey faded until there was nothing left. The video ended right there.

The orange dragon breathed heavily, his chest coated in cum from a pretty strong orgasm. He fantasized about devouring people with his cock, but lacked the immediate incentive to really carry it out, plus he had no idea what would happen to whoever he decided to eat. He had fed various things to his member before, mostly objects and sometimes even fruit. The objects were always fired out intact, but the fruit seemed to almost be "digested" within his sack. It was an amazing feeling, no doubt about it.

As he was cleaning himself off, the familiar chat ping from his computer caught his attention. Opening the chat window revealed his friend, Montiga, attempting to contact him. While Montiga was on his friend-list, he didn't exactly consider him a "friend", per se. More like a rival, if anything. They first met on various online games, competing with one another. To both of their surprise, they found they lived pretty close to each other. They frequently fought each other in various computer and console games and argued with one another over related topics in chat. On the rare occasions they did meet in person, it was usually to place a wager on an upcoming competition. The bets started small enough, sometimes a little bit of money or doing something partially humiliating to the other.

"Sup, loser," Montiga wrote, a common greeting from him to Kensjo, especially since their last match against each other didn't go in the dragon's favor.

"What do you want, snake?" Kensjo replied, a visage of annoyance visible on his face.

"Still sore about last time, huh?"

"Not at all. But I won't let you walk away with a win next time. And I'll make sure you remember it."

"Oh? What's that then? And what game do you wanna lose in this time?"

"Halo. Two systems, head to head. And since you were so eager to see me wearing panties from the last bet, I think you'd have no problem wagering something else. Loser has to give the winner a blow job. On camera."

The chat screen was still for a few minutes. Part of Kensjo couldn't believe he had just made such a wager. He knew they were pretty evenly matched and he wasn't averse to sucking dick, personally. However, the humiliation would come from the camera, as whoever wins would no doubt post it for others to see.

"You're on..." came the reply, "Tomorrow night."

With that, Montiga logged off the chat. Kensjo sat back in his chair and thought. He should probably hop on his xbox and get some practice in if he had any hope of coming out on top. He started to sit up, closing various windows on his computer when something caught his eye. On this dark-web vore site, an advertisement stood out. Out of lewd curiosity, he clicked on it.

A picture loaded up with embedded text, advertising a sort of challenge. The website was looking for submissions of photos and videos of acts of vore. The amount of money they were willing to pay was incredible, and the value rose depending on what the content was. The very top of the list offered a peculiar set of requirements. Any act of vore, explicitly shown, was worth a base amount. However, an alternative act was worth far more. There were bonuses for video length and just how much detail they showed. And a massive bonus if the prey were digested.

Kensjo couldn't believe there would be a kind of "bounty" on this, but he was no less intrigued. He imagined many have likely gotten money from the site for the smaller stuff. The digestion part, however, he was rather surprised. He had seen videos that claimed to portray it, but were mostly just tricks of editing. He stared at the ad for a bit longer, when some thoroughly dirty and devious thoughts flooded his mind.

He started to fantasize. Picturing himself winning the bet against Montiga, but instead of getting a blow job, he imagined himself feeding the snake into his cock. Feeling him slid down his enlarged shaft and slipping into his stretched out sack. All the while, getting it on video. He wondered if it could be possible. He had never tried to put something that large into his loins, but for the money being offered, he felt more than confident in the attempt. With the money he could make, he could get a better place and not have to put up with his roommate any longer. While she wasn't particularly annoying or rude, she always came off as a bit... Too friendly for comfort.

Rather than sleeping immediately, Kensjo decided to practice. Playing random online matches to hone his own skills for the upcoming game. He also took to searching the internet for any clues that might give him an edge on Montiga. He smiled after he compiled a good deal of info on him from online forums as well as Montiga's profile. Montiga had a weakness, and Kensjo was ready to exploit it.

Kensjo decided to sleep in the following day. He wanted to make sure he was well rested for the match. After waking up in the semi-late afternoon and having a nice large breakfast, he set up his part of the living room for the match. He also took time and care to conceal a video camera near the couch. It was a shame, he thought, that the camera would have to stay put and not be able to move in for better angles, but oh well. It will have to do.

The dragon spent the next few hours mostly on his computer, and mostly surfing around the vore site he found. It provided a sense of confidence in the advertisement he found there due to the lack of videos he was planning to do. Assuming he won the bet (which he had little worry about), he stood to make some good money. Montiga would arrive soon, but Kensjo had enough time to rub one out until then.

A couple hours passed when a knock came at the door. Kensjo shut down his computer and walked to the bookshelf beside the couch where his hidden camera resided to turn it on. At the door, Montiga hardly waited for Kesjo to open the door before barging in. He was carrying a backpack and a 27 inch LCD monitor.

"Hope you're ready for a beating," Montiga proclaimed without making eye contact with the dragon, "And I hope that mouth of yours is ready to be sore."

"We'll see about that," Kensjo replied, walking to the game setup he had in the middle of the room, "My shit is ready to go. We'll be head-to-head so no one will be screen cheating. Maps are set to random, stock weapons on each map and no vehicles. Best of 3 wins."

"Fine by me."

Montiga set up his gear; monitor on a small TV table and his xbox on the floor below it. Kensjo's was set up in an identical, facing opposite to Montiga. Both had recliners to sit on, getting comfortable as their systems booted up. Both also donned expensive headsets and even non-standard aftermarket control pads. Anything to get some kind of edge in the match.

The pair wasted no time in getting up and running. Kensjo, feeling generous, allowed Montiga to be the party leader. Not that it had any affect on anything, but it seemed to give Montiga a confidence boost, for what it was worth. The map "Hang 'em High" was selected and the match countdown began.

The match began with both of them at opposite ends of the map. While Montiga's facial expression was that of intense concentration and determination, Kensjo was relaxed. He was in no hurry to try to pull out ahead early on. There was a lot of running and searching by both of them for a solid few minutes before any shooting began. Montiga pulled an early lead with a few kills using various weapons. While he made it a point to cheer to himself for the lead, the dragon remained calm. His silence suggested to Montiga that he might not be taking it seriously.

"I think you wanna suck my dicks," he jeered, but got no response from his opponent.

The match took a turn, however, as Montiga started to find himself being frequently peppered by pistol fire. He became irate as he fell multiple times to the surprisingly powerful and long-ranged side-arm. Despite catching Kensjo several times in the course of the match, Montiga's lead quickly diminished. His tactics changed slightly, sticking close to cover and moving from one platform base to another. Kensjo figured he'd catch on since there was a good amount of cover on the map, but frequent frag grenades racked up more points as Montiga's cover spots became predictable. Despite shotgun rushing, Montiga couldn't pull out as far ahead as he wanted late in the fight.

The match timer reached zero and the scores were displayed. Despite maintaining the lead, Montiga only squeezed out victory on the map by one point. Kensjo leaned back in the recliner with a slight smile on his face. He knew he could have pulled far ahead, but he wanted to toy with the snake a little bit. Montiga, however, still brandished his confidence and bravado.

"Not the comeback you were hoping for," he mocked, "Close, but you're still going down. Here and on me, after."

"Longest" was the next map up. Kensjo decided to toy with Montiga a little more, but to step up the game a little bit. Despite Montiga's early lead again, it was quickly brought down as he frequently found himself running into Kensjo and getting shotgunned back to the respawn point. After scoring a kill and stripping the dragon of the shotgun, he once again fell numerous times to pistol shots from across the corridor. His initial cautious tactic was also blown apart again by grenades lobbed from across the map. As the timer began to wind down, both players started trading grenade tosses in hopes of catching the other with a lucky blast. While damage was dealt, neither scored a kill in the final seconds, leaving Kensjo to take the match by a couple points.

"Ever given head before, Monty?" Kensjo joked, eyes never deviating from his screen, "I'd expect snakes are natural cocksuckers."

"Shut up," Montiga grumbled, "Or else I'll bend you over after I win and give you a literal sore ass."

"Don't threaten me with a good time. Or maybe you're worried about liking being on the receiving end?"

Montiga remained silent as the final round was about to begin. The map selected was "Blood Gulch", which caused Kensjo to smile wide. It was time to stop playing and start dominating with his plan, and this map was the perfect place to do it. It was rather lucky for him, he thought, that the map came up last. A dramatic finish was in order.

The round started slowly. Mostly comprised of both players getting at their choice weapons and searching for each other. They traded kills for the first minutes of the match. Montiga's intense expression remained on his face while Kensjo maintained his calm and lax demeanor. Montiga became quickly confused and irritated as he continued to run around the map. He couldn't find Kensjo any where. He visibly jumped in his seat as a single shot rang out. A perfect sniper shot dispatched him and sent him back to the respawn point.

A moment of confusion washed over Montiga for a split second before he shook it off and returned to the fight. Or at least, he thought he was returning to the fight. Time after time, he took a few steps out from cover and was instantly hit by the sniper rifle. The bullet trail revealed they all came from the same spot. Montiga became quickly enraged.

"Quit fucking camping!" He yelled.

"Quit running into my sights," Kensjo responded with a smile, "Not my fault you can't deal with a legit tactic, let alone keep falling for it."

Kensjo's score continued to rise. Even after Montiga finally found a path forward to avoid getting hit, he then fell victim to more sniper fire as Kensjo snagged the active camo pickup and repositioned without the snake ever finding him. Montiga tried hard to regain his composure, but couldn't before the final round ended with Kensjo with a landslide victory.

Montiga jumped from the recliner, turning and throwing his controller into it while yelling random expletives. Kensjo leaned back in his chair, letting Montiga let out some steam, before standing up and moving himself to the couch. With Montiga's attention pointing nowhere in particular, Kensjo made sure to position himself just right on the couch so he would be in perfect view of the camera he had hidden earlier.

After a few minutes, Montiga's pacing slowed. He looked over at Kensjo and saw him already sitting at the couch and his camo pants slightly undone, showing off the bulge in his crotch. Montiga rolled his eyes, still unable to believe his loss and what he has to do as a result.

"Deal's a deal, big guy," Kensjo said with a grin.

"You're gonna take a picture of this and post it on the forums," Montiga said, "Aren't you?"

"Wasn't planning on it. But if you're up for another bet, how about this. Give me a good blow job and drink the cum, then this stays between us. Bad blow job and don't get me off, then I jerk off all over your face and then take a picture."

Montiga thought for a moment, biting his lip before reluctantly nodding. He wasn't exactly thrilled at the idea of drinking the dragon's cum, but he had little choice. He wanted it to be over with as quickly as possible. Kensjo, however, had something else in mind and his cock grew long and stiff the more he thought about it. When Montiga got on his knees in front of him, it was time for the real fun to begin.

Slowly, Montiga moved himself closer to the growing bulge between the dragon's legs. Kensjo, adding a bit of insult to injury, pulls his underwear away and lets his cock spring free and smack Montiga in the snout. He let out a chuckle as Montiga glared at him. The shaft throbbed just inches from his lips. With a deep breath and clenched eyes, Montiga wraps his mouth around Kensjo's member.

Kensjo head leaned back as he started to enjoy the oral treatment. The snakes mouth bobbed up and down his dick. He gasped slightly as he felt a hand cup and massage his balls. Part of him wondered if Montiga had some experience, or maybe he's just trying to speed up the process. Either way, it felt pretty damn good. His hand unconsciously rubbed the top of Montiga's head. While eliciting a annoyed grumble from the snake, the vibrations within his mouth served to heighten the pleasure.

The pressure in the dragon's loins steadily grew. The feeling of his mouth, his groping hands and the lewd slurping noise that filled the apartment served to work Kensjo up even more. His hips bucked into Montiga's face, fucking his snout as the snake worked every trick he could think of to get the dragon off as quick as he could. He wasn't thrilled with getting face-fucked, but he bore it. He also felt a sense of shame welling up inside of him. Not just over the act of giving his rival a blow job, but because he was having a hard time holding back the erection of his twin cocks.

Kensjo's pace quickened with little regard to Montiga's comfort. His rapidly approaching orgasm only hastened at the groans of protest coming from the snake. A light slapping noise echoed in the room as his balls contacted Montiga's chin with each thrust. With a loud gasp and a strong final thrust, Kensjo's cock erupted in the back of Montiga's throat, spraying streams of hot seed into snake. Montiga instantly started to gag and choke, but couldn't pull away from the dragon's grip. He powered through the gag reflex and swallowed as much as he could until, after what felt like an eternity, Kensjo's powerful climax finally ebbed.

Kensjo's released his grip on Montiga's head, allowing him to pull back in a coughing fit. While the snake was hacking his lungs out, Kensjo panted and chuckled, idly stroking his slick shaft.

"Phew!" he said, "You're a lot better than I thought. Fucking drained every bit out of me."

"Well," Montiga replied as he finally caught his breath, "I hope you're fucking happy. Not a word about this to ANYONE."

While Montiga was wiping any trace of dragon cum from his mouth, he didn't notice that Kensjo had stroked himself to yet another erection. His cock throbbed in his claw. However, it wasn't another blow job he had on his mind. He looked at Montiga and just smiled, placing his hand back on the snake's head.

"Doesn't matter if I tell anyone. Not that you'll care after this..."

Before Montiga could even express confusion on his face, his head was yanked forward hard and suddenly. He didn't want to go another round on the dragon's cock, so he kept his mouth shut this time. However, instead of the tip stopping at his lips, it suddenly grew and stretched. The head of Kensjo's cock quickly inflated and Montiga's entire snout slipped inside the slick musky tip. Montiga froze for a split second in a state of shock, his eyes going wide as his mind tried to comprehend exactly what was happening. With another pull and thrust from the dragon, his cock grow once again and Montiga's entire head slipped inside.

Montiga started to panic. He tried to yell, but his voice was muffled and only excited the dragon further. He kicked his feet wildly, his hands gripped the swollen head of the cock in attempt to push away. However, the suction proved to be too strong to pull free from the ravenous organ. Instead, he felt his head slide slowly deeper into the slick tunnel. Kensjo let out a combination of chuckles and moans as his rival sank deeper into his member.

"Gotta replenish my spent load somehow," he mocked aloud, not caring if his victim could hear or not, "And get a nice paycheck for the video. I'd share, but you won't have any use for the cash once I'm done with you."

Montiga caught some of Kensjo's words, and only motivated him to struggle more. He thrashed and writhed futilely as more and more of him pulled in. He head and neck were fully enveloped. Confident in his grip, Kensjo stood up, leaning slightly over the snake. His cock continued to grow as did his balls in anticipation of its inevitable occupant. He lightly pushed his hips forward and downward, causing his swelling shaft to effortlessly slip over Montiga's shoulders. Precum leaked copious, drenching and dripping down Montiga's body. The fluid further lubricated his body, making his trip that much easier.

Montiga felt his body grow progressively weaker. A combination of his struggling and the impossibly strong scent from inside the dragons cock sapping the energy from his body. He let out one more burst of resistance before his body went mostly limp. Exhaustion had overtaken him, leaving what was still exposed to pitifully twitch.

"Giving up already?" Kensjo panted with dreamy smile on his face, "Shame. Hope you get a bit more energy once you're inside. Always wanted to feel someone struggle inside my balls."

Kensjo watched as his shaft continued to envelop his rival. The feeling was better than any sex he had ever had in his life. The lewd slurping noises grew in volume as the head of his cock slipped down over Montiga's chest and quickly down to his waist. He glanced down, reveling in the sight of of the snake weakly twitching from the tip of his shaft, interspersed with the organ twitching as well. The throbbing became more intense as his shaft grew stiffer, starting to rise off the floor and taking its prey with it.

The slick tunnel began to tighten around Montiga. He felt the walls grow harder and squeeze him from all sides. Desperation gave rise to renewed vigor as his struggles returned in full force. Despite his squirming, Kensjo's cock was not about to let go of its meal. Rapidly the organ kept rising until it was nearly upright, the tip and the snake's kicking legs and thrashing tail being above Kensjo's head. With his hands vigorously stroking the sensitive flesh, the draconic shaft quickly slurped up the rest of the snake, leaving only a squirming bulge that slowly sank deeper and deeper.

Kensjo wrapped his arms around as much of his giant cock as he could and turned, presenting a profile shot for his hidden camera and giving it a good clear view of the bulge in it. Flexing his muscles in his groin sped up the process as the form sunk deeper, quickly descending to his sack that hung near the floor. He let out a loud groan of pleasure as he felt Montiga enter his balls, causing it to grow even larger and rest on the ground. In a matter of seconds, the snake was fully deposited into his final home.

Even with his now limited mobility, Kensjo managed to drag one of the recliners over to him. He sat down and faced the camera, showing off his vorish feat. His cock slowly started to shrink. Though it remained significantly larger than normal, it's smaller girth all but sealed Montiga in his balls. He continued to struggle and protest from his musky prison, ignoring the tingling sensation that now crept all over his body.

From within, Montiga, while in no pain, felt consciousness begin to leave him and his limbs go numb. His body was slowly dissolving, adding to the pool of dragon seed he sat in. He struggled with what energy he had left and pushed with what physical form remained. His attempts, however, were in vein.

On camera, Kensjo gyrated his hips, causing his enlarged balls to jiggle and put on a small show for the camera. He poked and rubbed at the flesh, feeling Montiga's form inside as well as parts where his form had dissolved. He stretched the flesh around his sack, ensuring a good view of Montiga's outline for the camera. His cock throbbed wildly and he could no longer resist the urge to stroke it. He worked his still overlarge member vigorously, occasionally causing the tip to slap his chin and lips. Without thinking, he started to lick the tip. Soon after that, he hungrily wrapped his lips around it, bowing his head and thrusting his hips as he sucked himself while stroking the base of his cock. More muffled protests came from his balls at the rapid jostling, but he was lost intense pleasure to care.

His self-oral session brought him to multiple orgasms. Each one shooting buckets worth of cum into his mouth. He did his best to drink it all, but plenty overflowed from his maw, leaving a substantial puddle on the floor. Each climax caused his balls to slightly shrink, each load he consumed contained a bit of Montiga. Even after, his balls were very sizable and containing half of Montiga's form. The rest having digested into seed, but he still latched on to consciousness enough to weakly wiggle inside. Despite his cock still demanding attention, Kensjo had to lean back in the recliner, fighting off exhaustion. He panted heavily, rubbing his now swollen belly. His state of pure lust and hunger was strong. Strong enough for him not to notice a door in his apartment open and close, or the sound of someone approaching.

A yellow and white Naga stood there, watching the aftermath of her roommates activities. It took her a moment to put together exactly what happened. A pair of video game systems and TVs, her roommate sitting in one of the pair of recliners surrounded and covered in cum and a weakly wiggle coming from his huge balls. All she could do was cross her arms and grin.

"Oh Kensjo," she cooed, "I had no idea you were into vore."

Kensjo's heart skipped a beat at the sudden realization he was being watched. By his roommate, Tifen, no less. His head snapped to face her. While lacking in a overbearing personality, Kensjo always found himself somewhat intimidated by her presence. Mostly due to her large size (not including her lower body/tail, she was significantly taller than him), her 'overly friendly' personality and the fact she never wore much for clothing. There was one time when she invited herself in and sat next to him on the couch. She said very little and spent several minutes just looking him over. If he didn't know any better, it was almost like she was sizing him up for something.

"You can't just barge in here," He protested, "Don't you ever knock?"

"No. And I'm sorry I didn't come sooner."

Tifen slithered up next to him, admiring his swollen belly and balls. Her tail brushed against his sack, causing what was left of Montiga to squirm and Kensjo to shiver. He flashed an embarrassed and angry look at her, even though the sudden touch caused his cock to grow hard once again.

"So who is your friend?" She continued, still prodding at his sack with her tail, "Or 'was', rather."

"Why the hell are you so interested?"

"I'm sure you'll see soon enough."

Kensjo look confused at her words while he was trying to get his now raging erection to go away. Her touch and her skimpy outfit didn't make things easier for him. She slithered off to the side and laid down on the couch. She reached behind her neck, undoing a single clasp that caused what little she had been wearing to fall away, her stringy lingerie landing in a small pile on the floor and exposing her exceptionally large breasts and slit.

"Poor boy," She said, her tail reaching over to him and coiling around his cock, "Looks like you still got some left over in those orbs of yours. I think you need some help relieving that pressure."

She tugged at him by his cock, forcing him to lurch onto his feet and move closer. Walking with such large balls proved to be quite a challenge, but he had little choice in the matter. He waddled over to the couch where Tifen's coils released his shaft and wrapped around his upper chest, hoisting him into the air. His added weight seem to give her no trouble.

"What are you doing?" He said in mild distress.

Tifen didn't respond, only smiled. She leaned in and kissed the tip of his cock before gripping his thighs and giving him a very deep blow job. Kensjo moaned and winced. It felt amazing, but at the same time, painful. After climaxing a few times before, his cock was very sensitive. Even still, her expert mouth along with the subtle rubbing her her breasts against his balls made holding back very hard.

Her maw worked up and down the entire length of his shaft. Her tongue wrapping around the flesh and squeezing at the same time. She kept it up for a few minutes, working up Kensjo's sense of lust to dizzying levels. He felt his balls tingle. Rubbing against her breasts seemed to have sped up their digesting of Montiga, as his form had completely vanished. Melted into seed and waiting to spurt out.

Hearing her roommate's heavy breathing signaled his nearing climax. She slipped her mouth off his painfully hard cock and shifted him lower on her body. Her coils held him tight, keeping his arms pinned to his side. She positioned his member in line with her slick vent and pulled him forward, impaling herself on his length. Kensjo groaned in ecstasy, burying his face into her cleavage and unconsciously bucked his hips.

"That's it baby," she hissed, "Fuck meeeee good and hard while you still can."

Kensjo didn't reply, only peripherally hearing her words and continuing to plow his hips into her with reckless abandon. Her words held a deeper meaning that he either didn't understand or cared about as she slowly lowered her head. Her maw opened wide, slipping over his head. If he cared about his inevitable fate, he didn't show it as his thrusting sped up.

Tifen's mouth tightened around Kensjo as she her climax hit. It resonated through her whole body, causing her muscles to tense up. The grip her pussy held on on his cock tightened and pushed him over the edge as well. With a loud groan, his cock fired cum deep into Tifen like a hose. His balls quickly reduced in size as Montiga's remains spurted forth, causing Tifen's belly to inflate. In the process, her lips slipped further down onto his form.

After her lips enveloped his shoulders, she flung her head back. Kensjo's legs dangled in the air but he made no discernible attempt to struggle. Exhaustion had overcome him. His lack of resistance was either the result of a lack of energy or the inability to comprehend his current situation. In either case, Tifen couldn't care less. Her serpentine gullet did what it does best. Loud gulps echoed in the room as she quickly worked the dragon down. His form bulging in her throat and cum, still dripping from his cock, streamed down her chin and chest. She rubbed at his body through her flesh until only his feet hung from her mouth. With one final 'gulp', he was gone, sent to the cramped confines of her stomach.

Tifen looked at her extra large belly and rubbed at it playfully. Seed in her womb sloshed and the quickly breaking-down shape of Kensjo wiggled weakly. She hissed with great satisfaction and her tail swayed wildly about the floor. Eventually, she dragged herself off the couch once the euphoria had run its course. She glanced around for a minute, still rubbing her belly. The gurgling noises having lowered in volume to coincide with her meal's shape all but vanishing. She wondered what she would do now. Without a roommate, rent was going to go up and it would take time to find someone else.

She began to slither towards the door when something caught her eye. A glimmer of something on the shelf. Investigating it revealed a running camcorder that caught everything that had happened on video. It took her little time to realize that Kensjo had likely found his way onto the same dark web vore site she frequently visited, and was fully aware of the money they were willing to pay for some juicy footage.

"Well then," she said, looking down at her belly, "guess I don't have to replace you as soon as I thought. This camera of yours will more than cover the missing rent."