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At the meat market By Strega

"Ah, Uvuzi," growled a voice behind her. "How's everyone's favorite skunk-snake?"

"Captain," Uvuzi purred, recognizing the voice. "Congratulations on your promotion."

Captain, formerly Lieutenant, Snarl (if he had another name, or for that matter a human face, she didn't know it) grinned. He was a werewolf, gray of fur with black tail tip and ears, and though Uvuzi 'stood' seven feet tall when reared up on her snakey lower body he was still taller. Lanky and powerful, with sharp claws and teeth and custom-fitted guard armor he was a formidable combatant and a veteran, along with his lower ranked brothers, in the Greyston city guard. At the moment he was in civilian attire, little more than a loincloth and sandals.

He was also a regular at the exotic dance club where she performed and was one of the males who had gone to a private room with her. Whenever that happened people would speculate that only she would come out, her furry-snake lower body sporting a new bulge, but this was Monstertown. Creatures such as herself were welcome but the city guard knew her predatory nature and she followed the law rigorously to stay out of trouble. Needless to say that included not digesting a guard captain, werewolf or otherwise.

He was thinking about it, too. "I enjoyed our visit the other day," the werewolf growled. "As long as that's the only part of me you swallow, I'd like to do it again sometime."

"Why, Captain," she said with a smile. "I enjoyed it too." She touched the gold earring she'd gotten as a gift or payment, depending on how you look at it. "And you are strong. I'd get mauled, and if I did manage to eat you, then Colonel Firewing would get to eat me. I'd rather avoid that." The Guard's red dragon, commander of the airborne forces, occasionally (and willingly) served as an executioner. There was no more thorough way shy of a Disintegrate spell to get rid of a body than to feed it to a dragon.

"My brother Whitemuzzle has expressed an interest in you as well," the werewolf began, but Uvuzi shushed him. The auction would start in a few minutes and she had to get ready.

The Meat Market, as they called it, was a once a week auction held in a flagstoned plaza in the market district. Slavery was legal in Monstertown, though strictly regulated, and penalties for breaking the laws started at fines, then graduated to indentured servitude, then to slavery or hard labor, and finally to death. If you were too dangerous to serve as a slave or laborer either you ended up in the arena until you died or you wound up at the Meat Market as a "meat slave". When you bought someone here you were obligated to kill them within a week. How they died was up to you, but the majority of patrons were man-eaters.

"Let's see," Uvuzi purred, and consulted the chalkboard nearby. "A couple of rogue elves - those aren't words you usually hear together, a few bandits of various species, an ogre - too big for me, shame my sister's not around, a centaur, same story. Pretty slim pickings this week. Not one thing I can swallow that has fur."

"Why fur," Snarl growled. He sounded a bit uncomfortable. He had fur, after all.

"You may not have felt it but I have a mouthful of sharp teeth that come out when I need them. Pelt can handle them but bare skin bleeds when they sink in. I'll take humans if nothing else is available but I don't like getting blood on my fur."

"The mistress likes everything tidy," said Tiktik the kobold. Her major demo had remained quiet until now. "She doesn't like her fur to get messy, or dirty."

"Which is why you swallow instead of spit," growled the werewolf, his humor restored.

"I didn't hear you complain at the time," Uvuzi purred. Snarl laughed and then the auction began.

There were twenty or so predators, sociopaths and/or murderers there to bid. Three gnolls from the city sanitation division snapped up the first elf, pooling their funds. Gnolls were employed as street cleaners because they were perfectly happy to dispose of any bodies they found, after doing a bit of paperwork of course. These three must want a living toy to play with before they ate, judging from their conversation.

Someone or something in a black hooded robe bought a bandit and Snarl bought the second elf. Even out of uniform people knew the werewolf and weren't as ready to bid against him as they would have been when he was a lieutenant. Though the city and Lord Gray frowned on corruption in the Guard you still didn't want to make an enemy of a captain. Rumor had it there used to be a guard general who came and just smiled as he bought people, knowing no one would bid against him, but if that was true it was before Uvuzi came to Monstertown.

"I could have bid on your friend when he ended up here," Uvuzi murmured to him. "But you know how it is."

The werewolf nodded as he took the leash of his purchase. He or she was an androgynous little thing, barely five feet tall and typical of elves. "That was good of you. It would make things awkward if I knew you'd eaten a werewolf."

Uvuzi pursed her lips. "You do know that I..."

"That I knew that is," Snarl growled. Uvuzi nodded.

She went on. "I don't usually see you here. Having an elf barbecue?"

The elf, who must already know he was doomed, just hung his head and didn't even tug on the leash. "No," growled Snarl. "I ran into this werebear who can swallow people."

"Ah, Jonas," Uvuzi purred. 'Too big to swallow,' she thought but did not say. "Nice bear."

"I thought I'd see if I could. I ate a kobold first, no offense."

"None taken." said Tiktik. He didn't ask what the kobold had done to warrant a trip through a werewolf's digestive system , but it must have done something.

"And the next step up is to see if an elf will fit down my throat."

"The trick is not so much swallowing them," purred Uvuzi. "You're a Were, you can learn to stretch. You can probably manage him. But expect to be coughing up bones later. You don't have a lamia's stomach."

"Yes, that happened," Snarl growled. "Bit of an uncomfortable experience, especially some bones that went all the way through."

"If you're going to make a habit of swallowing people whole you need to do something about that," Uvuzi purred. "As someone who when young and stupid passed several pieces of armor, I know. There are mages who can change you a bit so you can digest people properly. It's not cheap, though."

Several hapless criminals came and went on the auction block. Uvuzi's tail rustled back and forth as she looked over each prospective bulge with little interest.

A wemic, or liontaur, was a late arrival to the auction. He bid on and won a short, fat human woman and Uvuzi privately mourned the fact he wasn't on the block himself. She'd never swallowed a wemic but she'd eaten lions and lionmen. Something that was a combination of the two should fit down her throat readily enough and he'd make a very interesting bulge.

Snarl spent his time salivating over his elf meal and stroking Uvuzi's tail, a liberty she allowed him because he really was quite nice for a werewolf. She had resigned herself to not buying anyone and picking up a goat on the way home when one of the auctioneers sidled up and gestured that he needed to talk to Snarl.

After a brief conversation both turned and looked at her. She'd tried to listen in but the crowd was too noisy. "What?"

Snarl gestured her over to them and with little interest in the skinny orc on the block she slithered on over. The auctioneer spoke up. "Do you know what a reserved meat slave is?"

"Oh," said Uvuzi as she thought. "Isn't that one that you have to have an escort until they see you eat the slave, or kill it?"

"Not quite," growled Snarl. "There are three tiers of meat slaves. See how that one there has an orange tag? That means you're obligated to destroy the whole body somehow, even the bones. Normal ones you just have to kill. You never heard about this because the auctioneers knew would eat yours whole and digest them - we do keep track of who can do what around here - and those are the vast majority of meat slaves. But then there are 'reserved' slaves."

"Who are considered such an escape risk that you can't even leave the auction house until we're sure they are dead," added the auctioneer. "In this case, we have one we want killed and its body completely destroyed. If you agree to eat her,you have to digest her before you can go home."

He glanced around to make sure no one could hear. "That's an inconvenience, so we give the buyer a discount in these cases. Sometimes we simply give them the slave."

Uvuzi perked up. Free was a good price. "Tell me more," she purred, and Tiktik smiled.

The auction was down to its last meat slave, a tall pale creature of a species she didn't know, when she was led through a bronze-plated door into a waiting room. She'd never been inside the place before and this was a room clearly meant for people much wealthier than herself. Finely padded furniture, expensive rugs and wall hangings and a small assortment of wine bottles with crystal drinking cups. There was even a bookshelf full of scrolls and books to pass the time while your stomach did its work, assuming that was an intended function of the room.

"Very nice," Uvuzi purred, but she lost all interest in the room as a heavily restrained and very female minotaur was led in through the opposite door.

"Well," Uvuzi purred. "Well, well, well." She smiled, looking the minotaur over, and licked her chops.

Her prospective meal was taller even than Snarl, thick-limbed and wide-hipped, with ponderous round breasts that must each weigh half as much as a man. No horns, which was nice. Swallowing minotaurs was an awkward business, the snout was easy enough to get down but then you ran into the horns. She could do it, and had, but their absence was a welcome luxury.

"Aren't we a big one," she mused, and the two guards pushed the minotaur forward into her waiting coils. The she-minotaur was very big and very strong but she was unarmed and tied up and in a moment Uvuzi had three thick coils around her thighs, hips and upper body and was already considering how best to eat her.

"You may have her," the auctioneer said. "But you have to stay here until-",

"I know," purred Uvuzi, smiling as the frightened minotaur went cross-eyed staring at the muzzle approaching her face. "I can digest her in three, four days. You had better have a toilet here, though. Four hundred pounds of beef has to go somewhere when I'm done with it."

The minotaur squirmed in her coils but even if she weren't bound Uvuzi had her now. As she tightened her grip the breath wheezed out of the cow-woman. Finely made chains restrained her in a dozen places. "I don't suppose we can take these off.". The auctioneer shook his head. "Well, I can't guarantee their condition when you get them back."

"Stop," the minotaur gasped, barely able to breathe in the constricting coils and able to take in even that much air only because Uvuzi liked her meals alive. "You don't know who I am."

"No, but I know where you're going," Uvuzi purred, and the minotaur stared past the blue and while coils in horror as the lamia's narrow jaws opened for her hooves. She tried to kick but Uvuzi skillfully moved her head in response, allowing the cloven hooves to slide into her maw, and then Uvuzi's deceptively skunklike jaws were around her ankles and working their way up her legs as the lamia began the lengthy task of swallowing her prey whole.

The minotaur was free only from the shoulders up and the knees down and though she squirmed and kicked with all her might there was no escape. Two rows of sharp inward-pointing teeth in the skunk-snake's lower jaw and four in the upper dug in, refusing to allow even an inch to pull back out and ratcheting forward on one side and then the other as Uvuzi worked her jaws slowly up the minotaur's legs.

"Amazing, isn't she," Snarl said to the elf. "She's eating someone at least two-thirds her weight. She could manage bigger. She'd have swallowed me by now if she thought she could get away with it.". Uvuzi couldn't smile with her jaws stretched around the minotaur's beefy thighs, but she winked.

"Now when I swallow you you'll be the biggest thing ever to go into my stomach in one piece." The elf, desensitized to fear after days in a cage knowing that he was to be killed, most likely eaten, by whoever bought him, still shuddered as a hot werewolf tongue tasted his neck.

The minotaur let out an inarticulate groan of fear as Uvuzi's muscular coils shifted, exposing wide hips that the lamia's unhinged jaws began to engulf, a fraction of an inch at a time. The meat-slave's restraints held her hands at her sides and they were devoured too. Uvuzi had reached the broadest part of her massive prey and made progress only very slowly. The meal looked almost impossibly large and Snarl had never actually seen her eat before, but he'd seen giant snakes swallow people in the arena and he expected it would work the same way. A slow, laborious swallowing until enough of the prey was inside for the throat muscles to get a good grip, then the doomed prey would be sucked in. Eventually it would be all inside and the snake, or skunk-snake, would form a bend in its body and use its musculature to force the meal into its stomach.

"I have mon-", began the minotaur, only to have the breath squeezed out of her by thick blue and white coils. They loosened only enough for her to gasp in shallow breath after shallow breath. Uvuzi couldn't very well accept a bribe right in front of a guard captain and others who were certainly watching, could she? She had agreed to eat this meal and that was exactly what she was doing.

Snarl had lost track of the time, but he was sure he'd been watching for many long minutes. In fact it took Uvuzi almost an hour to reach the Minotaur's elbows, her normally svelte humanoid half swollen into the shape of her half-swallowed meal. There was no escape for the minotaur now and her coils fell away, exposing her distended upper body and the great bulge two minotaur legs made several feet down into her snakey half. It was then that the auctioneer appeared, most likely having watched via magic or peephole, and gestured for her to pause.

Uvuzi watched as he unfastened the few manacles and chains that remained outside her maw, nodded to her politely and left. He showed no sign of distress at the sight of a meat slave's slow consumption. It was not the first time someone was eaten in this room, most likely. Uvuzi sucked in a breath through the snake-like extended windpipe she poked out past her tongue when feeding, then went back to her meal.

Great muscles flexed in Uvuzi's flanks, her skunk muzzle twisting from side to side as she resumed feeding. Her swallowing muscles were getting a grip and the terrified minotaur was visibly pulled in not by the lamia's ratcheting jaws any more but by great contractions in the muscle under the lamia's pelt. It was obvious now that there could be no organs in Uvuzi's humanoid upper half. They would be crushed by the mass of living meat moving through her gullet.

Uvuzi's nose worked its way upward until it slid between the great mounds of minotaur breasts, the meaty, furry mountains bulging out over her eyes. Slowly she became stuck, her jaws seemingly at their maximum gape and her strong clawed hands unable to force the boobs in. Snarl had begun to consider tying the elf's leash to one of the available hooks on the wall and helping when a little voice sounded by his thigh.

"You can do it, Mistress," Tiktik said. Snarl had forgotten the kobold and was further surprised when other small voices chimed in.

"She will make a wonderfully big bulge," a red-scaled kobold chirped. "We will rub it for you afterward Mistress," said a blue-scaled one. "And comb your fur." Others cheered the lamia on, excited at the sight, so loyal to their mistress that Snarl was sure they would willingly climb down the lamia's throat if she asked. He was right, but Uvuzi never did.

Half a dozen kobolds watched and cheered and Uvuzi found new strength. Bit by bit her jaws ratcheted wider, her inward-hooking fangs pulling her up over the great mountains of minotaur breast. Her neck was swollen wider than the normal breadth of her shoulders and how the internal jointing for her arms worked Snarl had no idea, for her whole humanoid torso had assumed the shape of a minotaur's and was twice as wide as normal.

Finally she straightened her coils, a loop of muscular tail pressed against the far wall to drive her forward, and pushed herself over the massive curve of bosom. Her muzzle began to twist back and forth once more and the minotaur begged for her life as Uvuzi's jaws crested her shoulder on one side, then the other. Uvuzi was over the widest part of her meal and Snarl was sure the rest would happen quickly.

"Please," the minotaur begged. "The ambassador - I didn't mean to -" then her lips were moving but no sound came out. Someone through one of the peepholes had decided Uvuzi, the kobolds, the elf, and maybe even Snarl didn't need to know what she was about to say and silenced her with a spell.

Snarl had been right about the progress of the meal. When the minotaur's shoulders were overtaken by the lamia's advancing jaws Uvuzi paused, tensed, and pushed herself forward. Her pelt rippled as her swallowing muscles gripped down,and her jaws slid forward easily up the Minotaur's neck. The cow-woman was forced to tilt her chin up as skunk jaws overtook her from below, looking as though she were wearing a blue and white lamia costume. In a sense she was, but she would wear it only once. Uvuzi rested for a moment, tensed, then thrust her jaws forward again, and terrified minotaur eyes peered out from the dark of her gullet as her face was swallowed.

All that remained was her long bovine muzzle, and that was taken after another short rest. The kobolds cheered as Uvuzi's jaws finally closed, nigh on two hours after they first opened, and the lamia formed an ess in her neck and forced it downward.

Bit by bit she straightened herself, her upper body creaking as it shrank back to her usual petite humanoid shape, and the ess continued to move downward. Snarl had seen her dance and knew how bonelessly flexible she was. She moved the kink in her body downward, pushing the great minotaur-shaped bulge along even as it twitched and wriggled. After only a few minutes it was past her hips and she settled down panting, her thickest coil swollen around a long bulge that still showed the curves of the minotaur. Narrow at each end, hooves and muzzle, and a great swell of hips and breasts and shoulders in the middle.

The kobolds rushed forward, their little hands kneading the great bulge and helping Uvuzi's tight-stretched hide twitch into place to contain it most comfortably. The minotaur was still alive, but unless one of the unseen viewers had protected her from suffocation that would soon change. If they had it might take hours or longer for her to literally digest to death, and while Snarl knew the nature of her crime, he didn't think that nasty an end was warranted. It was bad enough she'd had to watch herself slowly swallowed, unable to stop the predatory lamia as it fed.

Uvuzi recovered from the long swallow over several minutes, first clicking her muzzle back into shape and letting out the first of many burps, and soon her humanoid torso and hips resumed their form as well. Eventually, resembling her previous self if you ignored the minotaur bulge, she tensed the pelt the kobolds were kneading and let out a long, heavy and surprisingly high-pitched belch as she vented the bulk of the air that went down with her meal.

"Pardon me," she purred politely, and covered her smile with a pink-padded hand.

"I knew you could do that," Snarl growled, "But it was still impressive."

"Snarl dear, I'm going to tell you something because I like you," she purred. "If I ever invite you to my lair outside Greyston, don't go. If I do it means I've decided to eat you. Eating people is my nature, you know."

"I know," growled Snarl. "We all have our idiosyncrasies, here in Monstertown." He smiled and tugged on the elf's leash. "Come on, boy. I have a werewolf stomach for you to visit."

"Wait," purred Uvuzi. Snarl turned and found her fingers cupping the pink slit in her abdomen. She was humanoid enough that her sex was there, instead of down by her tail with her anus. "See this. This you can't have, because I don't know how easy or hard it would be for you to give me a child. My sister bore a half-griffon this last year, from a feral lover. So you can't have this. But I will give you whatever else you want, right now, if you swallow that elf in front of me."

"I have always rather lusted after your fluffy tail," Snarl admitted, and that tail rolled over to reveal her anus. Rather alarmingly one of her kobolds dug a bottle of some sort of lubricant from a pouch. Did they carry that with them all the time?

"Deal," Uvuzi purred, and Snarl matched her smile as he pulled the elf close with a powerful furry arm.

"All right, elf boy. Looks like you're the payment for some pleasure I'm about to receive," growled Snarl. "And hopefully give. Come here."

Gripped in the taloned hands of a werewolf four times his mass or more the elf could only stare as Snarl's flexible jaws creaked wide in front of him. It wasn't so much the fangs that unnerved him as the purple chute of waiting gullet.

The elf's frozen resignation finally snapped and he began to struggle in earnest. It didn't save him.