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Xevren stood tall as he stepped out of his boat and onto the boardwalk surrounding the dilapidated hut that stood on stilts in the bayou. In his time adventuring, he had come across stories of a nagadile with the ability to emulate virtually any sensation one could imagine through use of an enchanted effigy. Curious and in dire need of some answers regarding his own abilities, he opted to take a week-long break from his adventuring crew - Hal and Kaniku - to seek this nagadile, a quest that was quite the adventure in and of itself since she was hidden deep in the bayou.

The raccoon-taur raised his fist to knock on the door, but then hesitated for a split second as he contemplated what he would say if she asked who was calling. Would he say his name? Appeal to her curiosity by saying he was here to seek her services? He had no idea if she was amicable to random blokes showing up at her door and asking for her help. In that split second, he rapidly flipped through dozens of potential responses and introductions, but was cut off when she called out to him.

"Come on in." A deep and rough but feminine voice called out to him. "I can see you."

It was then that Xevren noticed that the open window was right next to him, and he could see through it the person he'd come to see, coiled up on a large cushion with a book in one hand, a snack of some sort in the other, and an incense rod burning nearby. She was half-smiling at him with a raised, ridged eyebrow as he stood there with his hand up to knock. "Oh. Okay. Sorry about that." He apologized as he grabbed the handle and stepped through the door. He had to duck to get in through the frame, but once inside he found that the hut was much larger than he anticipated.

Her hut was filled with the various supplies needed for enchantment, spiritual magic, and other arcane arts all around him. The walls had hanging skulls, bones, dried scales, and herbal draperies, while the shelves were covered in rocks, gems, crystals, and vials of potion, while one entire wall was lined with a desk cluttered with tribal-looking tools and beakers for the spells she specialized in.

The nagadile nibbled on the meaty morsel one last time before lightly setting it on a nearby table while also closing her book and setting it near the incense. She uncoiled and slithered off her cushion while keeping her eyes trained on him. "What brings you to my humble abode?" She asked, lightly hissing at him, her tone kind and professional but also the slightest hint perturbed.

"Well, I don't know how to say so, but-" He paused to lightly twiddle his thumbs, still struggling with some of the nerves that came from not knowing how to address this nagadile. "I come here to seek out your skills. Your abilities. I have something very specific I wish to experience and I feel that you're the only one capable of helping me indulge my fantasies." He was confident in his assertion, convinced it conveyed his intentions and needs without giving away too many of the details.

She raised her eyebrow at him again, as if she sensed he was holding something back, but then extended her hand out to him. "My name is Vale. I want you to know upfront that I am not in the business of giving pleasure, there are plenty others who can help you with that, but I am curious to hear what a strapping lad such as yourself needs that only I can provide." She turned and slithered back around after shaking his hand, returning to her cushion while waiting for his response.

Xevren kept his jaw rigid as he glanced around the hut again, somewhat intimidated by the ornaments and trinkets that lined the walls. It was kind of scary, but also quite exciting. "Well, the truth is that I have been a predator my whole life, using my healing abilities to care for my comrades and allies during every adventure. They tell me it's wonderful, that it's relaxing and meditative, but since they're all so small compared to me - each about the size of an average biped - there's no way I could possibly switch roles with them. I have accepted that I will never get to feel that wonderful sensation of being prey, comfortable in a belly." His tail gently swayed as it hung low between his hind legs.

Vale narrowed her eyes as she slid forth off the cushion again, leaning in close to Xevren as she flicked her tongue and coiled the end of her thick, croc-like tail around the foot of a nearby desk. She was trying her best to suss him out, to figure out if there was anything more to him that he was hiding. She felt he was sincere. "Do you think that I can swallow you? Look at you, you're easily five times too big for my body even on my best days. I think you're in the wrong place my friend. I can't help you."

"No, no!" Xevren interjected. "Not that. I know you can't swallow me - that would be ludicrous even with a massive expansion spell - but I have heard you have these effigies that you can use to give people the sensation of whatever the doll feels. I will never be prey, truly, but I imagine I can see what it feels like. See what the big deal is about it."

"And you think that I can make that happen? I'm still not sure I can help you, since there are more than a few complications involved in such a procedure. Making the effigy takes hours at the least - hours I've planned to spend in a book - there's no guarantee it will work the way you are imagining it will, and if your plan is to swallow the doll, then it could suffocate you. You're supposed to feel all sensations the doll feels, including the feeling of being smothered in saliva and stomach acid. I can't imagine, for the life of me, that you want to feel that." She slithered through his legs and over to her work bench, where she started fiddling with her trinkets and gems, as well as some organic materials.

Xevren stepped lightly, sure to not stomp on her tail or body as he found a comfortable position. "Well, that's just the thing, I was hoping to spend some time working with you, to help you find a way to emulate my own natural abilities in the effigy. My saliva and fluids are completely safe for my prey as long as I'm in healing mode, so I'd be happy to work with you to find out how to use that. I wouldn't dare ask this of you without thinking about some ways to make it work. Does that sound good?"

"No, not really." She said simply before putting down the trinkets and turning to face him. "I don't have that sort of time, I don't have the materials to spare on the various experimentation, and I don't know you well enough to do it as a favor. You seem like a sweet guy, but I just don't see any reason to spend the next week of my life doing experiments on a variation of a spell that can only be used on you. I apologize, but I truly don't think I can help you. Not without significant compensation."

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that." Xevren sighed heavily, chest deflating and ears flopping down in defeat. He was too disappointed to counter her or to offer anything, since the group had kept much of the coin for their own adventures. He couldn't toss a bunch of gold at her to make her change her mind.

However, as he glanced around the room convinced that this would be the last time he was here, he saw something that caught his eye. Among the wide top shelf of jars full of herbs and ingredients, he noticed that two of the jars were nearly empty; one holding vanic root and the other a series of inno pods. Those were two healing ingredients used to enhance potions and numb the senses for those injured. Two ingredients that he happened to have in surplus due to his role as healer.

"I see you're almost out of vanic Root. I happen to have three kilograms of it on me." He reached into one of his pouches and pulled out the brown, tendril-like root. "I'd be willing to part with half of my supply in exchange for your time and expertise."

Vale's eye ridges raised and she flicked her tongue, hands on her vest like she was about to strike a deal. "Really? That's a pretty good deal, I'd say. Problem is, it's really not enough to make it worth my time. The project could still last a week, and that's only a day or so worth of value. What else have you got? I see you've got a dozen pouches in your saddle bags, and I'm sure we could negotiate."

Xevren gently put his hand back in his pouch, dropping the vanic root in it. He then reached into another pouch, where he pulled out a half dozen of the inno pods. "Okay, one and a half kilograms of vanic root, and thirty inno pods in exchange for one effigy made to my specifications."

She slithered in close, nearly pressing her chest to his shoulder as she glanced over his saddle bags, curiously hissing gently. "Close. We're getting close. That's a very tempting offer, but it seems you're very, very keen on this, so it's clear this is very important. Double your volume to three kilos of the root, and sixty pods, and we'll have a deal." She extended her hand, waiting for him to take it.

He hesitated, not willing to spend that much and exhaust his supplies. "I can't do that. That's all my vanic root, and that only leaves me with about a dozen pods. As a healer, I can't be without my supplies. Is there anything else I can offer in lieu of my healing ingredients?" Xevren paused while waiting for a response, only to have a moment of discovery within himself. "I know, how about I let you extract some of my healing fluids so you can research them? You said one deterrent was that this effigy would only be used if I am around, so why not leave part of me behind so that you may use it on others, just in case? I imagine such a service would be quite profitable. Fun, too. I get the impression that knowledge is as valuable to you as gold or supplies." He smiled wildly, hoping to influence her.

Vale nodded slowly, mulling over his offer before chuckling and extending her hand again. "You have a deal. Half of your vanic root and thirty inno pods, plus one jar's worth of your fluids for later research. You never know when you might need some healing, vore themed liquid for one's experimentation."

Xevren happily extended his hand to give a shake, binding them in their agreement.

An excited Vale wasted no time in getting Xevren's name before ushering him to the corner of the room where she could extract his fluids and collect the herbal supplies. As promised she filled one of her empty jars with saliva, stomach 'acid', and various other fluids that Xevren claimed were integral to his healing methods. He felt a little weak and drained at first, fatigued as if he had lost blood, but not so badly that he passed out as Vale began work on the effigy meant to represent him.

Over the course of the next few hours, she plucked hairs from him, took tissue samples from the inside of his maw, absorbed some of his saliva, and infused it all with the proper magics needed to enchant the effigy. She combined the parts of him with the requisite materials such as hide, leathers, furs from other creatures, and even some bones - all digestible - to add to it for realism.

All the while, Xevren kept his eyes keen on what she was doing, learning from what she did while also offering his own input on the matter based on how well he understood and held control over his own biology. Between the two of them, they were able to create a stuffed, good looking effigy of him, one that was linked to him and looked quite accurate aside from the dead eyes. In fact, it looked almost perfect, despite it being an amalgamation of Xevren's fur, the fur of native, wild raccoon, and the bones and leather of deer. As it stood on the table surrounded by clippings of the materials made to create it, Xevren couldn't help but smile and compliment Vale on her good work.

"I have to say, I'm quite thoroughly impressed. Only a few hours to whip up the design after saying it could take a week. Was that the motivation that came from all the supplies I gave you, or-"

"It never would have taken a week. I just hadn't planned on spending the afternoon making an effigy on such short notice, and I had about a dozen other projects to get to first. It would have taken a week to get through those other projects, because you would have been last in line. Only fair." She coiled her tail up around his ankle, not to be affectionate but more of an act of solidarity. "But your offer was too good to pass up. I figured that, if I was going to be using my personal time, the other projects could remain on schedule."

Though that could have been seen as harsh - and for a moment Xevren was a little offended at the thought of going 'to the back of the line' - those terms did seem fair and he was glad to have been able to change her mind. "Then here's to a good job! Are we going to do, you know, are we going to do what this was meant for here and now, or would you rather I come back at a later time?" He wasn't shy or bashful, but the realization had finally dawned on him that he may have been about to indulge a curiosity that had plagued him for years. If the effigy worked as intended, he'd feel that consumption very soon, and he was anxious to have it approaching so quickly.

Vale could tell he was nervous, so she assuaged his concern with a gentle pat on the shoulder. "Give yourself some time, my furred friend. The enchantment will take another hour or so. In the mean time, would you like to go and perhaps make us something to eat? I mean, something real? The effigy is made up of digestible materials and will nourish me long after the enchantment has run its course, but I highly doubt it will taste good to me."

Xevren pondered that a bit, then shook his head. "I'm pretty sure, if my understanding of my own biology is correct, the fluids you put into the effigy will nullify your own digestive enzymes for a brief while, and as such your food won't digest. Best to wait until we're done. I can wait for the enchantment, working with you has been quite pleasant, and I know where I'll be going if I ever feel the need to concoct an effigy of my enemies!"

A subtle smirk pulled at Vale's lip. "I'm glad to hear that. And now that you mention it and I think about it, you're probably right." She slithered up to him, grabbing the effigy on her way. "I also already enchanted it when I put your essence in it. Has to be infused at the same time. I only told you that it would take an hour because it was clear you were a little anxious. In truth, we can go ahead and do this whenever you're ready." Her tail tip flicked, showing she was as eager as he but was hiding it.

He gently accepted the stuffed doll from Vale, holding it in his hands as he gave it's haunches a gentle squeeze. He felt the pressure on his own haunches, a faint squeeze against his fur and skin that told him that the enchantment was in fact active, and that it was time to go ahead with the experiment. "Let's do this. Should I just stand over here? Will it force me into odd positions or anything?"

"You should be fine. It might make you feel like one position is best, but the actual enchantment should only transfer over the physical sensations and nothing else. If I did it right, you'll feel it all, and that might make you feel like you're unable to breathe, but I assure you that you can still breath just fine. I'm not in the business of trickery, at least not with my partners."

Xevren's eyes twinkled in response to being called her partner. "O-oh. That's wonderful." He extended his arms, offering the effigy to her again. "Please, if you could do the honors? I'm ready any time. Just try not to chew too much; I see that you've got some gnarly chompers and that's not part of the experiment." He prodded at his own canines, noting to himself that his prey were expertly swallowed and not bitten down on beyond the light pressure needed to keep them in place.

She took the stuffed doll back and looked into its eyes before looking up to Xevren. She could see that he was prepared for what was next, and she exuded the confidence needed to convey that she had no reservations. This would be completely fine. "Remember, you will be fine, I am certain." With that final warning, she gaped open her maw to show the glistening flesh lining her jaws as well as her shiny teeth and thick, flickable tongue. She placed the doll's chin on that tongue, and lightly bit down with just enough pressure to barely hold onto the effigy as she migrated her hands down its side.

Instantly, Xevren felt the moisture on his lower jaw and throat, a moisture that made him reach up and try to swipe it off. It felt like he was drooling or slobbering all over himself, yet when he pulled his paw away from his chin, he still felt the same and his paw remained dry. It felt awkward and odd to him, but at the same time, he knew that this was a nice way to start and prepare himself for what was yet to come. He was also pleased to feel that the sensation of her teeth on his back was quite mild.

"You good?" She asked him through a gaped open, partially stuffed maw.

Xevren nodded, finding it difficult to shake the feeling of the moisture on his chin.

Vale gulped once, a tongue wave that sucked on the effigy's head while coating it in saliva and squeezing it a bit. She rolled the flaps of her tongue up around either side of the toy's upper torso, stuffing it in with her hands to keep from biting down too hard. She could see out of the corner of her eye that Xevren was writhing and squirming in place, eyes partially shut and ears folded against his skull as the head of the toy began to slide down her throat. Since it was so effective, she reared her head back and gaped her gullet open as wide as it could go before stuffing the effigy in deeper.

"Hnnnngph!" Xevren grunted as he felt a tight yet cozy constriction around him. "So tight!" The fleshy mass that smothered the toy was emulated on him, as his arms felt like they were forced to his side and his entire body grew cold with the saliva that soaked the doll. The raccoon taur curled his toes as he held his breath, worried about inhaling the non-existent fluid into his lungs. That was one thing he was scared of, and the panic onset by the constriction and fluid sensations around his muzzle made him temporarily forget that Vale had so clearly told him that he would be fine and could breathe.

After a panicked moment of held breath, he shuddered in fear and gasped, sucking air into his lungs while also feeling like there was liquid in him. A bubbling sputter could be felt in his chest, yet every breath felt fine other than that. Before long, he was able to inhale and exhale normally, unfettered by the awkwardness of the fluid smothering him thanks to the effigy.

Vale had been keeping a close watch on him, eyes trained on her guest to ensure all was fine; her hands remained on the toy, ready to pull it out at a moment's notice if something went wrong. While he was panicking a bit, adjusting to the feelings that came from the effigy's remote sensations, she stopped doing anything to the doll. She stopped gulping, she stopped sucking, she stopped stuffing, and she stopped making any motions with her tongue so that he could get his bearings. Though she was curious to see how a body would react to certain things, she wasn't going to risk it with him, not if he could bring her back more vanic root or inno pods.

She didn't make any motions until she saw him give a thumbs up to her from a prone, extended position. He was gradually getting used to it, but still extended his body so that his upper torso was in line with his lower torso, stretched out and straightened just like the toy stuffed half in her throat. Seeing that he was comfortable, Vale reared her head back and extended her tongue with mouth agape, gulping and rolling her tongue to slowly swallow the effigy, the motions widening her esophagus just enough that gravity allowed the toy to slip a bit deeper on its own.

That sudden lurch and the brisk interlude of cold air around him made Xevren roll onto his side and eventually on his back, still constricted in place with his arms tight to his side. He grunted and squirmed a bit as the soaked-in sensation coated him from face to lower belly, leaving only his hind legs and tail feeling dry. The soft and supple ministrations of the throat flesh around him massaged his body, pulling the toy in deeper and soaking him more.

All at once, he had the discomfort of being soaked with the warmth and coziness of being fit snugly in a tender blanket of flesh. That constriction of gullet quickly overcame the discomfort, melding both into one uniform sensation that was nothing but pleasure, an odd and awkward sensation that was nevertheless enjoyable. As the two feelings merged, he came to quickly realize that he was feeling what could be best described as sexual excitement, except all over the body. To him, from that moment going forward, he felt a full bodied tingle akin to the gentle pleasure of his cock being gently buried in his partner. That same pleasure could now be felt from snout to front paws and half his torso.

As that sensation shifted into sexual pleasure, he felt his member swell in its sheath, the tip poking out to say hi to Vale. He vaguely remembered that she had made it clear that she did not deal in pleasure, so he tried his best to cover himself up as he blushed, ashamed that he had let himself go so readily. His face flushed blue as he tried his best to look away from Vale, having noticed that she had already glimpsed a look at his royal blue member. Then, as if she was choosing to tease him, she offered another powerful gulp that squeezed him tight, constricted his whole body, and enticed another wave of pleasure to centralize in his groin.

By this point, only his hind legs and tail felt dry, as they were the only parts of the toy still dangling out the end of her maw. She gave her tongue another roll - one that tugged and squeezed at his groin between the hind legs of the effigy - before tightly closing her jaws completely around the end of the doll's body. She gulped, licking her lips as she felt the toy's girth bulging in her throat.

Xevren kept his eyes on her, watching the toy's girth press out against her thick crocodile scales and the soft ventral scales of her snake half both pressing out and stretching wide with pink in between. He shuddered in delight as she played with the toy in her gullet, the gradually increasing tightness around him acting not as a violent constriction, but a gentle squeeze. He was comfortable, cozy, soaking wet, slightly chilled, and absolutely inundated with the full bodied sexual pleasures that only consumption could impart upon him. He knew that he would soon lose control and ejaculate if he wasn't careful, so he crossed his legs and tried his best to protect himself from the sensation of flesh.

Problem was, Vale was prepared to finish this up, to gulp him down in one go and call it a day. She squeezed her tongue up between the effigy's hind legs, relaxing her lower throat muscles as she gulped and bit down, applying pressure in the right place to properly force the doll down through her chest and into her belly. Once the last of the hips and legs passed by the back of her skull, the rest of the toy slid down into her belly with ease, lurching once then keeping a solid pace as her throat muscles clenched in waves.

The subtle warmth of friction was properly conveyed from the effigy to Xevren, who relished the sensation of his fur being rubbed against, lightly tugged, and still coated in a slimy nagadile saliva.

As the effigy passed through her body and into her stomach, breaching the tube into the open cavern of her gut with one last lurch, Xevren comfortably curled up into a ball to emulate the position the toy was forced into inside her. That was the best and most efficient way to keep comfortable and enough of the saliva and undulation of the walls kept him in a constant state of full bodied massage.

Vale smiled and offered a gentle, out of character belch before turning and looking at her desk top with all the herbs, seasonings, and ingredients for her work. "Well, I guess now it's just a matter of waiting for this thing to break its bonds and release you. Until then, you'll be confined inside me, and any attempt at movement will be met with the same resistance of my stomach's walls hugging you tight." She was a little embarrassed at her belch, and couldn't bare to look at him.

Xevren, however, was struggled with all his might to choke out some words; the sensation of cold flesh and saliva made him feel like any attempt at spoken word would cause him to sputter and choke, but he knew that it would be fine. After only a few moments of hum gulping and adjusting, he asked, "So how l-long will this t-take?" He followed up his question with a deep, powerful gulp.

Her tail flicked gently. "Depends on how long the saliva you gave me lasts. Eventually my body will actually digest the effigy, and that will release the enchantment and your binds to it. I guess we shall see, won't we?" She started grabbing materials again, enough to make two more of the effigies, each one half the size of the first one.

"S-so I figure about an hour or so?" Xevren returned, struggling to make the words.

"I assume so, yes. Just be patient, enjoy it, and if you absolutely must remain excited, try to not make a mess in my home. I wouldn't appreciate cleaning up the essence of a raccoon taur, no matter how much vanic root you offer me." As she spoke, she kept distracted by sorting her materials, clearly agitated by something that wasn't entirely clear.

All Xevren could do was quietly nod and watch while she went about her work. All the while, he felt a steady, unending sensation of shifting pressure around him, the soft caress of silken, velvety flesh rubbing and squeezing erratically over his whole form. Within less than ten minutes of this, he had already grown so used to it that he couldn't imagine being taken away from it, like he was half asleep and wrapped tight in the most comfortable, expensive blankets while also floating in a vat of lube. I was what he imagined heaven to feel like, even if the passage there was tainted with discomfort.

He remained in the corner, watching Vale work as she created two more effigies from beginning to end, each enhanced and cast upon by his own essence to link them to him. Since she had already made one and had apparently mastered it, the second and third ones came quickly and easily with minimal complications. Though he was constantly stimulated by the subtle and pleasant massage felt by the effigy, he never did come to a complete climax. The comfort of her belly kept him right at the edge of orgasm, on he cusp of completion but steady right before it for the full hour.

It wasn't until he felt an odd tingling sensation all over his body that he began to wonder. After an hour of consistent, steady pleasure and massage, the subtle friction and tugging of his moist-feeling fur turned to a skin-deep itchiness, like he was being digested.

Luckily for him, the sensation was very short lived. After about a minute or so of him struggling to gain the courage and composure to say something about the tingling, itchy sensation that was taking over his body, that feeling dissipated into nothingness as the soft and moist remote sensations also left him. As Vale had expected, the doll must have been digested or altered enough that it no longer resembled him, and as such ended up breaking the link between he and the effigy. The fun was over.

Xevren collapsed on himself, flopped on the ground no longer bound by the enchantment that made him feel as if he was inside the nagadile's belly. He didn't want to make a fool of himself by loudly proclaiming so, but he had learned in a matter of that hour why it was that people loved the sensation of being consumed by him. The warmth, the comfort, the coziness, and even the subtle and persistent arousal were all good reasons to want such a thing and to request it more frequently.

Having finally been released from the binds of the effigy, Xevren rolled to all fours and stood up straight, his motions drawing the gaze of Vale, who glanced over from her work.

"I take it the link has been broken?" She inquired, gently rubbing her belly as she asked.

"Seems so." Xevren confirmed. "So what happens next? I saw you making more effigies. Are those for me, or for you?" He was hoping they weren't going to remain at the hut, for she could control him from afar that way. While he knew how the dolls worked at close range, he had no idea how far apart he and his effigy could be before the effect wore off.

She grabbed one of the dolls and held it in her hand before extending out to Xevren, offering it to him. "I'm happy to give you one for now, but I'd like to keep the other in order to trade for more of your vanic root and inno pods. I know you can't give me more of your current supply, but I would like more and you've already been quite generous with me. So, keep that doll, and I'll give you the third one in exchange for another thirty pods and one kilo of the root. Fair?"

He nodded. "Fair. More than fair, in fact." As he happily took the doll from her and put it in his satchel before putting said satchel back over his shoulder. "Do I have a deadline to bring more of the ingredients back to you?"

"No. Whenever you want the final doll, then feel free to come back." She grabbed the effigy itself and put it on one of her many overcrowded shelves, then turned and looked at him with her thick scaled body curled up underneath her, tail flicking gently. "I do have one other request, though. Shouldn't be a big request for someone like you, but I'd like to know if you're up for it."

Xevren finished putting his saddlebags on, idly answering as he tried his best to not let the lingering pleasure of having been consumed distract him. "Well I need to know what it is you're asking before I can commit. I don't mean to question your integrity, but enchantress' such as yourself aren't exactly known for being forthright with your deals. Not sure I can make a promise that won't bite me on the tail." He gave her a wink to show he was joking, his nervousness having dissipated post nom.

She lightly chuckled to herself, rolling her eyes. "Yeah I guess others haven't exactly endeared our kind to the lay person. Well, I won't be the one to betray you, it's not good business." She clenched her jaw shut and grumbled a bit, struggling to make her request, as it wasn't something she was entirely comfortable asking, which was odd because she was normally quite brash with her demands.

"What's up?" Xevren asked, sensing something was wrong. "What's on your mind?"

"I want for you to swallow me." She said bluntly, not wanting to mince words. She then felt the need to follow up and elaborate. "You're not the first stranger who showed up asking for something like this, and I've been growing increasingly curious. That's another one of the reasons why I was able to create your effigy with ease. I already had the basics down with a few prior clients. Clients who gave me some warning rather than just showing up and requesting such a thing. Still, I've always been the predator in every situation, never the prey, like you. I saw how excited you got having never indulged such a thing before, so I'm very curious to find out what makes this act so delectable. Will you help?"

Xevren patted his belly. "Sure! I'm pretty hungry after not grilling us up a meal earlier, so I'd be more than happy to indulge you. How do you want to do it? Any requests?"

She gulped and shook her head. "Not really, no. I just need the basics to understand it at its core. I can better help future clients that show up with a request like this if I understand and have experienced it myself. Can you control when you digest and when you don't?"

"I can, yes. That won't be a problem. Give me five minutes, and we can get started!" He was genuinely excited at the prospect of being able to help someone else with their vore fantasies, even if it wasn't for healing purposes.

In those five minutes, Vale disrobed completely, tossing her vest and satchel to the side, ready to see what was so special about all these vore lovers that came to her asking for concoctions and effigies to help them live out their fantasies. Having seen first hand what happens when someone experiences it for the first time, she was very interested in seeing how it affected her. Finally, once Xevren was sure he could do the deed, she was fully nude and coiled up on the ground before him, looking up at the much larger raccoon taur. "So how do you go about doing this?"

"That's up to you, really. There's no need to heal you, so there are no time constraints and no special considerations for broken bones or anything. Int he end, it's up to you. Want me to go slow and sensual or quick and effective?" Xevren offered, rubbing his chin as he waited for an answer.

She pondered a moment, not sure how to respond; eventually, she decided to go with what made the most sense to her. "I think if we're going to do this, for the first time, let's be quick. No point in extending the consumption if it turns out I don't enjoy it. This is for data collection, not pleasure."

"Makes sense to me, I suppose. If you like what happens, then I guess we can go a second time but do it a bit slower so that you can enjoy it." Xevren patted his lower belly and laid down on it, rolling onto his side with his two legs up. "You want me to be in control, or would you rather dictate the pace?"

Once again, she took a moment to think to herself what made the most sense. "How about a mix of both. I'll start, but once I'm in, you take care of the rest?"

"That also makes sense. Well, whenever you're confident, my body is ready." He smiled and gaped his jaw open wide, showing the deep color of the flesh of his throat and inner maw, waiting for her to make her first move.

Eager to be done with it, she slithered up and over his body, pressing her snout into his open maw as she gently nuzzled her way in deeper. She gulped and trembled faintly as she forced her thick skin past his thick, strong teeth. She barely felt them as she grabbed a his cheek fur, using it for leverage as she pushed off against the floor with her tail and her head lurched into his gullet.

Xevren was doing his best to remain inactive, trying his best to let her dictate the pace as promised, but the moment he felt the bulges of her cheeks pass his tongue and the back end of his jawline, he couldn't help but gulp down and try his best to swallow her, slurping her up like a noodle. While her ridged, nubbly scales made any motion challenging, his gullet was well tempered and coated in his saliva and other lubricants, allowing her to slide with ease down his throat, past his first torso, and into his lower belly.

At first she was resistant, with her tail coiled around his ankle to keep from being slurped up, but as his throat flesh started massaging her, she began to feel like maybe she needed this. Maybe the supple caress would help her, to soften her. He wasn't being aggressive in his consumption, but was clearly quite eager and she was slim in form, so it wasn't difficult at all to slurp her back.

Just like she wanted, The process was quite quick for Vale, who slithered and writhed perfectly in time with his gulps, pushing off against his body and limbs to force herself into him. Her entire upper torso - including head, arms, shoulders, and biped styled body - lurched past his lips with ease, passing through his body and quickly emerging into his cavernous belly. Once the first of her lurched past the barrier between esophagus and stomach, the rest was practically pulled in after her, forced to curl up in a tight coil around her as her ridged, thick-scaled spine passed through his oral passage.

Xevren gulped and swallowed with all his might, struggling to overcome the bumps and ridges of her crocodile-like spines. Luckily he had consumed far larger and much more complicated prey items than that. Plus, he could feel her tugging and writhing about inside him, her coils and body bulges pressing out against his abdominal wall every few seconds. To his delight, her eager nature tugged at her body until only the very tip of her flagging tail was slapping against his cheeks before being swallowed down with the rest of her.

He reveled in the pleasant ripples that passed through his gullet as she disappeared into him, then belched quietly as the emptiness that filled his throat closed up and he quickly returned to a state of proper relaxation. After offering one last proper gulp, the last of her tail was squeezed and forced into his belly, leaving her nothing but a bundle of coils and scales inside. Though he couldn't possibly know exactly what she felt or how she was enjoying it, she made no efforts to escape despite still shifting about inside him. Eventually, he laid down for a nap, unsure of what to do or where to go with her filling his belly so comfortably.

Vale could have nuzzled and pressed out against his walls to find either his throat or the entrance to his bowels to leave, but remained inside him for hours as he remained relaxing in her home. He didn't want to leave until she was ready to exit, and the longer she stayed in the longer she desired to remain inside.

Xevren's healing ability wasn't ridding her of any wounds or injuries while she was curled up in his belly, but he was relaxing her, extracting any anxieties she may have felt, and was relieving her stress more and more with each passing minute. It wasn't until she had felt completely relaxed and relieved of every iota of her stress that she finally found the exit and slithered her way back out.

It was then that she quickly learned that she had been in Xevren for much longer than it felt, for when she emerged from his maw again, he was sleeping on her cushion and the sun had set.

As it turned out, she must have fallen asleep inside, losing hours of her afternoon to a blissful, relaxing nap inside the raccoon taur's body.

The next morning, Xevren woke to see that Vale was awake and had emerged from his gut, and was cooking them both up a wonderful breakfast as thanks for indulging her.

Perhaps there was more to his healing factor than he thought.