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Friend… Not Food.

Written by: Screpter

Date: 20/11/2025

Content Warning : starvation, vore (oral), willing prey, willing to unwilling pred, mentioned digestion, emotional

“No.”

“But Astrid, you need this!”

“I said no.” A low, annoyed growl escaped the starving enolaraptor who currently lay half-curled up on her assortment of collected hides. Her gaze bore harshly into her anthro cat friend, Swendal, who tapped his feet on the ground with an equal annoyance to hers.

“You are starving!” Swendal grumbled, throwing his hands in the air, then kneeling in front of Astrid. “And you need to eat. I won’t be hurt, I told you! I have my ways to reform. But you don’t even have the strength to hunt!” He tried to convince her. He has been trying for the last two days for hours, but she was just as stubborn with her ways as he was, if not more.

“I said no! I will not treat a friend like some piece of meat I can just consume whenever I feel like it! If you can not accept that, then you should probably leave.” The words hurt to say, especially as she saw Swendal flatten his ears against his head. But she had to keep herself to this. Even as hunger sank its nasty teeth into her stomach, tearing it into pieces while demanding food, she would not eat Swendal.

It wasn’t right. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Her thoughts turned back to the kits and mothers in her pack. She hoped they were fine. The hunting parties, a few weeks ago, reported that their prey had moved sooner than their pack would have expected it. This was their first warning, and they knew they would need to collect as much food as possible.

They were partially successful, and thanks to that, they only had to face the mini-famine that spread across their land. Prey was already rare and hard to find up in the mountains, which already forced them to stock up and be careful with how much they hunt in the first place. She hoped they would get through this without anyone losing their life to hunger.

She worried the most about the mothers and kits, which is exactly why she decided to hand over most of her food storage. The mothers who still haven’t laid their eggs needed the energy for healthy eggs, and the little ones had to eat; otherwise, they wouldn’t grow as they should. They would grow up weak and end up as prey for the mountain.

Since then, she had been strictly rationing her remaining food. She was careful; if she only ate once a day, it would hold. Longer, if she only ate once every two days.

The last few days, however, have been spent on an empty stomach. She still had her rations, somewhere… or maybe they had already run out? Did she already eat all of it? She couldn’t remember…

Hissing brought Astrid out of her mulling. Swendal now looked even more annoyed, his eyes practically radiating worry. Then his ears turned forward, and he scooted closer, placing his two paws gingerly on the two sides of her muzzle.

Here we go again… She thought tiredly, her resolve cracking as her stomach growled when he looked deep into her eyes. His eyes are like the sky… She mulled as he licked his lips, clearly thinking of his next argument. From this close, his smell of the forest and dirt was stronger, but as her nostrils flared, she could smell his own scent. The familiar feline muskiness was a welcome scent, something she loved to take deep breaths of every time they had a little bit of fun. She did so too, even now, but the smell had a different kind of enticing aroma that prompted her to get closer, to get more of it, to taste…

“Are you listening to me?” The question snapped her out of her thoughts once again, and she only now noticed how close he was. She was now resting her chin on the end of his lap, watching as he alternated between looking at her left and then her right eye. His thumb caressed the short feathers along her jawline. She loved that feeling.

“I am… sorry. Could you say it again?” She said softly, holding back a wince as another pang of pain gnawed on her stomach. Going by the growing seriousness on his face, she clearly didn’t hide it well enough.

“I said I am not going anywhere, Astrid. Not now, when you need me more than ever.” His voice grew gentler with each word, the shadow on her head growing as he leaned over her slightly. His thumbs pressed deeper as they rubbed, and a weak rumble began in her throat. “You need me, and I’m worried for you. You need to eat.”

“I will not eat you.” Her rumble died down, and she wanted to growl at him, but couldn’t. Not because she was growing too weak to do so, at least not physically. But she just couldn’t get herself to chase him away. He would just return the next day, possibly with others from her tribe, as he had threatened before. And if she knew anything about him, the first thing that came to her mind was to take his threats seriously.

And he also smells so nice… His taste is pleasing too, as she had found out in the past. Whenever her tongue would drag along his shiny black fur, even just as a friendly gesture, she couldn’t ignore the small taste she got, the sensation of her tongue meeting his fur.

His thumbs moved higher, and she cursed herself for not stopping him as they passed along the edges of her lips that parted ever so slightly. Air seeped in through the small opening, bringing his smell and a hint of his taste to her palate and tongue. Her mouth watered and her tongue writhed as his thumb sneaked its way in, rubbing along her gums with care, then touching her teeth lightly. She pulled back a millimeter, but couldn’t get herself to do more, and so his touch returned to her lips.

The memory of his body sliding down her throat was impossible to ignore.

“Eat me, Astrid. I will be fine, I promise. I will even bring a gift when I return. I know how much you like to collect stuff that humans have left behind in the past. And I know there is one somewhere that you still don’t have~” His words turned teasing, and her gaze swept back up from his very soft-looking belly to his face. She didn’t even realize she had been wondering about just how soft it would be under her teeth.

“I-I…” She began to say, but her objection dried up on her tongue. He smelled so… so enticing! His taste was still on her tongue, yet she hadn’t even licked him since he arrived! And the fullness he brought her the last time she had him in her stomach… The way he filled her up so fine, leaving not even an inch of room for anything else! She could curl up to sleep comfortably, just by the sheer memory.

But he was there, so close in front of her, begging her to fill up her aching stomach with him… to allow her body to just take him and let it do as it should. Her instincts agreed, urging her to catch her prey before he could get away. The thought was…

Her resistance broke. Her stomach rumbled with hunger stronger than before.

She wanted to fill that emptiness with him.

“Okay.” She breathed, banishing all the air out of her lungs as her muscles went limp, pushing her head more into his lap. The silence after was deafening as the feline kept on rubbing her lips, his fingers poking in to brush against her gums, and she found herself chasing after them with her tongue. When he pulled them away, they were damp, dripping with her saliva.

“But Astrid, I-” Swendal tried to begin his next round of arguments, but stopped and looked down at her with a surprised expression. “Okay?” He asked back, as if unsure if he had heard her right. She blew hot air against his body, averting her eyes, then returning her gaze to his belly.

“Okay. I will eat you. But only this once. Never again. And never bring it up ever again, or I will…” She didn’t finish the sentence. She didn’t have to. She didn’t even know what she would do.

“Thank you.” Swendal’s voice filled with relief as he lifted her head and pressed his lips tightly against hers. Her low rumble returned, and she found herself weakly returning the kiss. Her tongue poked out to lick his lips when the kiss broke. His taste brought relief for her warring thoughts. He is here with her. He promised he would be fine.

Even though she didn’t want to believe it.

“Alright, big girl, open wide. And don’t forget to swallow.” He winked at her, the playful cadence returning as he tickled the dewlap on her lower jaw. She giggled, pulling her head away from the sensation that made her squirm in place. She looked into his blue eyes one last time, then her jaws parted. More and more, the distance between her lips grew, until her maw parted as wide as she could, while ensuring she wouldn’t saliva onto his lap.

She jumped slightly when she first felt his paws take hold of her tongue, rubbing along it slowly, spreading his taste on it. Her breathing deepened, and she swallowed, her tongue moving to curl and lap at his paws and forearms. Her stomach rumbled, but she didn’t care. She could only care about his taste and how good it felt on her tongue.

And how much she wanted him inside. Now.

As if sensing her thoughts, he leaned forward, and she mirrored the action. Her throat muscles grabbed and squeezed his paws together when she swallowed, while her tongue lapped at his face and neck, slathering the smooth fur with her dense saliva until its weight sagged it down and dripped saliva back into her lower jaw.

She uncurled from her nest and moved forward again, swallowing up his forearms in one big gulp and pulling his shoulders and chest into her mouth. A low, hungry growl grew in her throat, and she swallowed again, dragging the rest of his arms and head into her throat.

She was standing now as she lowered her head again, swallowing once more and taking his slim upper body into her mouth. Her jaws came together, but her teeth remained away from his soft lower body, still aiming to keep him safe while gripping him.

Astrid’s eyes closed as she placed her paw on the bulge on her throat, feeling it up as if she wanted to etch the sensation deep into her memory. With her next swallow, she couldn’t pull him deeper, so she began to lift him until his thighs lined up with his body, then pushed her head down until his knees slipped out from underneath Swendal.

Her head lifted, rising until she faced the ceiling, and she began to gulp, each swallow wet and more greedy. For a few seconds, she could see his legs dangle out of her mouth, then her eyes rolled back and she sent him deeper. Her paws followed the bulge of her large meal, the warm body in her throat moving downwards slowly. Her jaws closed, her teeth snapping together harder than she wanted to, and her tongue gave several last licks to his feet before they slipped into her throat.

She kept her head turned upwards as Swendal slid deeper and deeper, her stomach roaring with eager hunger as it was finally being given food. Her belly grew as her friend began to arrive there, and Astrid suddenly lowered her head, panting hard once he was entirely clear of her windpipe.

Her body shook while her paws held onto her belly until it stretched taut, and she couldn’t reach around it. It sagged down heavily, sloshing and shaking with each small step she took while she repositioned herself back on her nest. Slowly, she sat down, then rolled over to lie on her side, still wanting, eyes wide as she stared into nothing.

Her belly shook under her paws as her stomach rumbled and churned around the heavy weight inside her. Warmth began to slowly spread from her stomach, spreading through her body. Slowly, she lifted a paw to pull more hides under her head, and she settled herself into a more comfortable position. She listened to the sounds of her stomach digesting when sleepiness began to pull at her brain, clouding her thoughts, urging her to rest and let her stomach do the rest of the work. Her mind let go of all of her worries and laid her thoughts to rest. She didn’t have to think now. She just had to rest.

She remained motionless in her nest, as over the next few minutes, she let herself simply revel in the euphoric feeling of finally having filled her stomach to its limits. The churns and rumbles were accompanied by heavy glorps and small shifting movements from her food.

Food… She thought, a dumb, happy smile growing on her lips, her jaws parting slightly while her teeth flashed. Her eyes gazed at one of the walls, empty. Then, she blinked, and the cloud on her mind that urged her to sleep thinned. Food? Food that moves… She never ate any food before that would move, ever. She always killed her catch first and never swallowed it whole. And when not eating it immediately, she would always bring it back to be processed.

What did she…

The realization hit her, and she suddenly remembered. She lifted her head and turned towards her bulging belly with growing worry. Right, she had eaten her anthro cat friend, Swendal. She gave in to his nudging and swallowed her friend whole. As food. Like a piece of meat.

To digest…

She shifted, careful not to press down on her stomach while sitting up and resting her paws on her belly. Swendal… She thought as her eyes jumped all over her belly, afraid that maybe it was already too late, even though she knew it shouldn’t be possible. Lightly, fearing she might hurt him, Astrid poked her belly, waiting for any sign that her friend inside was still there. When she received it, she let out a sigh of relief, licking his lips as she began to work on clearing her mind.

I ate him… damn it, Swendal, I ate him! I ate him to digest him, not to hold, but to… But he wanted it and I… I am still so hungry, and he fills me up… No! He is my friend; he shouldn’t be in there! But he was so adamant…

Her thoughts continued to war with each other, juggling reasons around. Half of her wanted to keep him in there, to let her stomach work down its meal. He would be back. He promised.

But the other half was stronger and continued to grow. This other half wanted to let him out, to rip her stomach’s meal away from it, because he didn’t belong there. He was her sweet friend who always found his way to work her up, then get her to chase him through the woods until she caught him. Sometimes she would let him slip from her paws, and the chase would resume, but other times…

Other times, the forest or mountain would know of their union.

“Astrid? Is everything alright?” Came the muffled call from her belly. Then it rumbled, hungry and uncaring.

What have I done? The thought sent a chill down her spine, and her entire body shivered. Nausea made her head dizzy, and she swallowed bile that seeped up through her throat. Swendal could probably feel something wasn’t right, as he kept on shifting. Her sight became blurry, and she realized she was crying.

“I need to get you out…” She whispered with a shaky voice. The thought soon took over her entire being, as she stood up on shaky legs. Astrid leaned forward, flexing her stomach muscles as she began the uncomfortable process of regurgitating her dear friend.

As Swendal realized what was happening, he tried to fight against it, but he soon began to travel back up her throat. The action felt more painful than before, but she couldn’t care less. She wanted… no, needed her out of her stomach.

After taking a few steps forward to not ruin her nest, she continued to retch. At first, only saliva dribbled out from between her lips, then her jaws parted, and she felt as he slid along her tongue. The enolaraptor tried her best to keep him away from her teeth as he was practically shot out onto the ground after the next strong retch.

They both began to cough, while Astrid took a few shaky steps back, then fell onto her haunches with a weak whimper. She had almost digested him. She let him talk her into eating him.

What have I done… She thought again with growing worry and her throat tightening.

On the ground, Swendal soon stopped coughing and shook his head while sitting, before rubbing his eyes.

“Astrid, why did you-” His question froze in his throat when he noticed the state Astrid was in. Tears dampened the short feathers on her face, whimpering softly, as if afraid to cry, but her gaze remained on him. Swendal finally realized just how hard it affected her, and slowly began to stand up.

“I am sorry… I am sorry, Swendal, but I just could not, I just…” She turned to look away, but Swendal moved closer immediately.

“Shhhh… It’s alright, Astrid. I should be apologising.” He whispered, kneeling to her again as he moved to take hold of her muzzle. His paws froze just before he would touch her, but then he steeled himself and gently cupped her cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Astrid, I shouldn’t have pressured you into doing this. You never wanted to do this, but I was too worried to care.” Swendal apologized while he rubbed her cheeks, his ears flattening to the side.

Astrid slowly looked at him, crying softly while beginning to curl up. Her paws wrapped around Swendal’s midsection, pulling him closer, and he let it happen. He also didn’t object when she began to lick him with careful, methodical licks, working to clean off the bile and acid from his fur. She couldn’t care less about the disgusting taste or the returning pain in her stomach.

Only he mattered, and he needed to be safe from everything.

After half an hour, Swendal tried to stop her, but she wouldn’t do so. He still wasn’t clean; the acid worked its way deep into his fur, and she had to ensure all of it was removed. He objected, but stopped when he saw her face.

He could only pull away after another half an hour. Astrid remained in a curled-up position, taking slow, shaky breaths to try to calm herself. She couldn’t hold back a small hiss of pain, her paw beginning to move towards her stomach, which she stopped.

“Alright. That's it.” Swendal said, holding up a finger when Astrid was about to object right away. “I know. That’s not what I want to say. You can’t do it, I understand. But you are still starving. I know the mini-famine is making things hard, but this is too much for you. I’m going to go to the others and ask for some help.”

“N-no.. The others need the food. I… I have my own, I just… do not know where.” Astrid said with shaky breath, trying to stand up, only to be pushed back down by Swendal.

“Doesn’t matter. I also want someone to check up on you. I don’t want anything to happen to you, Astrid.” Swendal whispered, crouching down in front of her and resting his forehead against hers. “I will be quick. You just stay here, and don’t move. You are not steady enough on your feet.”

Swendal slowly pulled away, looking into her eyes, before standing up and making his way to the door of her room.

“Swendal…” Astrid called out weakly, to which he turned back to look at her. “Thank you.” She whispered, giving him a small, albeit weak smile.

“Any time, Astrid. Now, stay… or I will paint your tailfeathers red again.” He threatened playfully, which brought a bigger smile to Astrid’s muzzle.

Then he left her home, hurrying to get help from the others in her pack.