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Microlicious Devourer lounged on his couch in front of the TV. In his gooey lap was a huge bowl of micros, a mix of various types of anthros and humans. A bowl of micros was a great appetizer before heading out to hunt once the sun set. The micros only averaged about six inches in height, so it would have taken an incredible amount of them to actually fulfill his hunger, at best they were a snack, and barely that. That didn’t stop him from indulging in them though. He swiped his hand through the bowl, scooping up most of the remaining micros, then tossing them into his mouth. Their frantic squirming delighted him as he swallowed the whole group of them down in one gulp to join the other micros already in his stomach. Devourer looked down into the bowl and frowned. Only one micro left. A human who sat hunched alone in the bowl, shivering in fear. They didn’t even qualify as a bite. Grinning, Devourer scooped up the last remaining micro, and held his hand up in front of his face. The micro didn’t even try to escape, resigned to their fate, they simply sat in the palm of Devourer’s huge hand. Devourer’s long tongue snaked out and washed over his muzzle, but he had something else in mind for this last micro. The micro looked back at him with a defeated look in their face, but alarm quickly replaced that look as they began to slowly sink into Devourer’s palm. They tried to scramble to their feet, but were stuck fast in Devourer’s gooey purple flesh as they sank deeper into his hand. They cried out in panic as they continued to sink, flailing to try to stop their descent. In another moment, they sank out of sight, a few bubbles in Devourer’s gooey palm was all that remained. The micro would eventually make their way to one of his stomachs. Devourer sighed at the empty bowl, then glanced at the clock on the wall. Still a while until nightfall. Plenty of time for one more bowl of micros before heading out. “Pips! Fetch me some more micros please!” Devourer called to the green kobold crouched in the corner of the room. Pips immediately sprang to his feet and hurried to collect the bowl from him. “Yes, right away master!” Pips replied, accepting the bowl from Devourer. The bowl was large enough that Pips could have sat in it, and it looked comical as he balanced it on his head as he hurried to the kitchen. Pips wondered who was on kitchen duty, then groaned quietly to himself when he saw who it was. Wren was rummaging in a cabinet when Pips came in, the kitchen appeared to be in total disarray. “Wren! You’re supposed to be cleaning! Look at this mess!” Pips exclaimed in shock. The purple kobold backed out of the cabinet he had been rummaging in, and grinned mischievously at Pips. “I will, I was just looking for a snack before I got started!” Wren told him. “You’re supposed to be cleaning, not eating!” Pips chided him. Wren simply laughed and shrugged his shoulders. Pips rolled his eyes, Wren was hopeless. “What are you in here for?” Wren asked, eyeing the large bowl balanced on Pips head. “The master wants more micros. Try to make yourself useful, and bring the step ladder over, would you?” Pips asked. Wren sighed, and fetched the ladder as Pips requested, bringing it over and leaning it against the counter. Pips pushed the bowl into Wren’s hands, then climbed up to the counter. Once up, he motioned to Wren to toss the bowl up. With a grunt, Wren tossed it to him. “I think the micros are in the end cabinet” Wren told him. Pips nodded, and went down to the last cabinet. Opening it, he found the large container that was full of micros. They flinched from the sudden brightness when Pips opened the cabinet, and shied away as he reached in and pulled out the container. Popping the lid off, he dumped them into the bowl, ignoring their indignant shouts as they toppled on top of each other as they fell in. Pips hefted the bowl up, heavier now with the micros in it, but nothing he couldn’t handle. Going back to the step ladder, he nimbly made his way down, balancing the bowl carefully as he did. He stumbled on the last step, but Wren managed to help balance the bowl before Pips could spill it. They lowered the bowl to the floor briefly so Pips could catch his breath. The micros inside tried to crawl up the sides of the bowl, but they were too high and slippery for them to escape. “Thanks Wren” Pips said gratefully. “They sure don’t look happy!” Wren commented as he watched the micros in the bowl. “Well they’re going to be eaten, I’m sure you wouldn’t be happy either! Then again you do seem to enjoy when the master swallows you as punishment…” Pips said with a sigh. “Have you ever eaten a micro? I wonder what they taste like?” Wren asked curiously, reaching into the bowl to poke at one of the agitated micros. “Absolutely not, they belong to the master!” Pips said in shock. “I’m sure he would be very upset with us if we ate any of his micros!” “Yea, but would he really notice if a couple were missing? He eats them by the handful, not like he’s counting them!” Wren exclaimed. Pips could only sputter, he couldn’t believe what Wren was suggesting. Giving Pips a sly grin, Wren reached into the bowl and fished out one of the human micros. “Here goes nothing!” Wren said, and slipped the squirming micro feet first into his jaws. Wren’s tongue curled around the micros body, and pulled them the rest of the way in. The micro’s yells of protest were cut off when Wren’s jaws closed. Tilting his head back as he had seen his master do countless times when swallowing a victim, or in many cases a lover, Wren began to massage his throat with his fingers as he swallowed. Pips watched wordlessly as the bulge of the micro’s body slid down Wren’s throat. Wren let out a satisfied sigh that turned into a resounding belch, causing him to clamp his hand over his mouth in surprise. He rubbed his stomach, feeling the struggles of the micro inside him as his stomach began to gurgle noisily. “Well, how was it?” Pips finally asked, his shock replaced with curiosity. “Not bad! Kinda salty tasting! Their squirming in my stomach is tickling me though!” Wren said with a giggle. Pips looked into the bowl thoughtfully, then reached in and snagged one of the human micros. The tiny human struggled as Pips brought them to his opening jaws, slipped them in, then rapidly closed them again. He ran his tongue all over the micro’s body, rolling them around in his mouth as he tasted them. Finally, he used his tongue to slide them to the back of his throat, and as Wren had done, tilted his head back as he swallowed. He massaged the squirming lump in his throat as he swallowed repeatedly. He was momentarily afraid the micro was going to get stuck in his throat, but with one last gulp, the micro finally passed into his stomach. Wren was right, the micro’s movement in his stomach did tickle! He felt his stomach contract, then it gurgled loudly, as if demanding more. Wren was already reaching back into the bowl for another. This time he fished out a canine micro. “Hmm, wonder how the ones with fur taste?” Wren pondered aloud, then tossed the canine into the air, his jaws snapping shut when they landed in his mouth. He grimaced, and quickly swallowed them, then stuck out his tongue. “Tastes bad?” Pips asked curiously. ”Their fur was sticking to my tongue! Bleh!” Wren exclaimed. Pips couldn’t help himself, and laughed. “Guess I’ll stick to the human ones then” Pips said, reaching into the bowl for another human micro, and popping them into his mouth. He knew he shouldn’t be eating the master’s micros, but he couldn’t help himself! “You know, there’s something I kind of want to try that I’ve seen Dev do, hell, he’s done it to me!” Wren said. He snagged another human micro from the bowl. “Oh? What’s that?” Pips mumbled around the micro in his mouth, then slurped in the leg that had been protruding from between his lips. “Check this out!” Wren said, as he leaned back against the cabinets, sliding his tail around in front of him. He popped the micro into his mouth briefly, swished them around, then spat them back into his hand. The micro was absolutely coated in Wren’s saliva. Wren stuck his finger in his mouth, and sucked on it briefly. He then took his spit slickened finger, and slipped it into his tailhole. Pips could see where this was going. “Wren, I don’t think that’s going to work” Pips told him. “Well we won't know unless I try, will we?” Wren replied as he worked his tailhole with his finger. Satisfied it was properly slick, he took the micro, and pushed them head first into it. The micro kicked and squirmed as Wren pushed them in deeper. Soon just their legs were visible, kicking frantically as their top half was completely buried in Wren’s tailhole. ”Oh wow, this feels amazing!” Wren sighed, his cock beginning to slide from his genital slit. He began to pant slightly as he grabbed his cock, and began stroking himself. “They’re going to slip out” Pips warned, as he observed the micro starting to manage to free himself from Wren’s tailhole. “No they aren’t!” Wren exclaimed, then used the tip of his tail to shove the micro completely inside himself as he jerked himself off with one hand, and rubbed his stomach with the other. His tongue dangled from the sides of his jaws as he thrust his tail into himself while he masturbated. It wasn’t long before his cock began to spurt onto his stomach. “One more mess for you to clean up” Pips sighed, reaching into the bowl and grabbing another micro, this time a small lizard anthro. He popped them into his mouth as he watched Wren breathing heavily from his orgasm. Wren’s tailhole quivered, and the micro’s head and shoulders pushed out of it. “Hmm, can’t seem to pull him in deeper! How does Dev do it?” Wren asked in frustration. “Call him master, and I think the problem is you lack his unique physiology that makes what he does possible” Pips suggested. “You’re probably right” Wren sighed with disappointment. He fished the micro from his tailhole, and held him up in front of his face, giving him a sniff. “Eww, he stinks now! I’m not putting that in my mouth!” Pips snorted in amusement. “Really? You won’t eat him now because he’s been in your tailhole? How many times has your tongue been in my tailhole? Is it really that much different?” Pips asked with a laugh. ”I suppose you’re right” Wren agreed, then tossed the micro into his mouth and swallowed him. He turned his attention back to the bowl, stirring the micros around looking for another human. Despite Wren’s experience eating one of the furry anthros, Pips grabbed an equine micro, and dropped them into his mouth. It wasn’t bad, maybe the shorter fur helped. The two of them had their hands in the bowl, nudging the micros around to see what was left when a tall shadow fell over them. They didn’t even notice it until Devourer cleared his throat loudly, causing them to freeze in fear. ”Are you two enjoying yourselves?” Devourer asked. “Oh! Hello master!” Wren mumbled cheerfully, the legs of a micro kicking where they protruded from his lips. With a loud slurp he sucked them into his mouth and quickly swallowed. “I sent you for those micros quite some time ago, I was wondering if something had happened to you, but now I see what's happened!” Devourer said to Pips. He was trying to be angry, but truthfully he found the situation hilarious. He even felt a hint of pride at seeing his kobolds embracing their predatory side. “We’re so sorry master, we only meant to try one, but things got a little out of hand!” Pips apologized, feeling extremely ashamed. Devourer sighed, then chuckled. “Well, it's almost time for me to leave to hunt anyway. Make sure the micros are restocked by the time I get back, and you two can finish off that bowl if you like. Pick up a few extra micros for yourselves when you are out getting more” Devourer offered. Wren and Pips were both shocked. At the very least they were both expecting to end up in time out. “Thank you master!” they replied in unison. “You’re welcome, and get yourself cleaned up Wren, you’re a mess!” Devourer said, then turned and left. He chuckled and shook his head as headed out for his hunt. What was he going to do with those two?