ND15 - Into The Source
Story by Screpter on SoFurry
Breast vore :3
I reached my burnout point at this one. Hence no 16th story.
Into The Source
Written by: Screpter
Date: 15/11/2025
Content Warning : vore (breast), unwilling prey, willing pred, milk
Antoine walked along the massive tabletop in the bar he found himself in, avoiding small, but relatively large plates compared to himself, and glasses of drinks. Somewhere, soft music played, and conversations were going on all around him from all the larger folk who sat on barstools. He paid little attention to his surroundings, however, as he was too occupied with his own instrument, trying to see if it would detect whatever had pulled him into this strange reality.
Even though his attention was focused on his device, the fur on the peacat’s muzzle hid a deep blush on his face. The reason for it was also part of the reason why he tried not to give too much attention to his surroundings, or rather, the people around him. Most of the guests who sat at the bar were women, which wouldn’t have been much of an issue had they not been mostly, if not completely, naked. They were all different sizes and species, yet all had one thing in common: they were all resting their single pair – or more – of round, large orbs of flesh on the table.
“Was I pulled in here by an eldritch horror? Or something else? But then why can’t I sense anything?” He muttered to himself, furrowing his eyebrows as he shifted his wings on his back. As he was about to change a few settings, suddenly large, furred fingers grabbed his body, and he let out a surprised mewl. His head snapped up, and he saw a canine head above him – turned away, occupied with talking –, before everything turned dark and warm.
The feminine musk hit him like a wall as his head was pressed against something hard, but malleable, covered in small bumps. For a moment, as light was allowed inside, he could recognise the pattern, and he realized he was pressed against a nipple.
Then, he was plunged into darkness once more, only this time, he could feel the wall of flesh conforming around his head, pulling him in. His shoulders and the topside of his wings were next, and his eyes widened as he came to the conclusion: he was being fed to a breast.
He squirmed, trashing around as much as he could, but the palm held him steadily: not too tightly, but not too lightly either. The walls around him squeezed down, pulling him in further as his abdomen was sucked in, the faint taste of milk settling on his tongue as he breathed.
On the outside, Via continued her chat with her friend as if nothing in particular was happening.
“...and I swear to god, some customers are just straight up blind. The product is right there, in front of them, yet they come asking where they can find it, as if it just magically disappeared! You walked along right next to it, you idiot! Ugh…” She grumbled under her snout, then took another sip of her drink. Her hand rested against her breast, faintly feeling the squirms and protests that sent a tingle of pleasure along her body, but she wasn’t focused on that.
“I don’t know, Vi, that still sounds easier than having to deal with people calling in, complaining that their computers or TV is not working. Then, you waste time trying to help them, only for it to turn out the electricity went out…” Muttered the feline next to her while she took a bored sip of her wine.
“But at least you can mute your mic to tell them off. I can’t even do that, unless I want a manager breathing down my neck. And let me tell you, you don’t want a giant, angry lizard breathing down on you.” She visibly shivered before shaking herself, remembering a past experience.
“Yeah, that’s true. Still, the pay is shit compared to what I have to deal with…” She mumbled, reaching into one of the bowls and tossing a couple of tinies into her mouth, swallowing the squirming masses.
Via sighed, slowly rubbing her breast as she watched one of the shirtless bartenders serve another drink to a guest.
“You are practically eating him up with your eyes. You should ask him out.”
“But what if he says no?” Via questioned as worry etched its way into her face.
“What if he says yes?” Questioned her friend.
As the two giants’ conversation continued, Antoine continued his fruitless attempts at escaping. Soon, his legs were released, only for the nipple to suck him in completely. The resistance against his struggles lessened, but only due to his reaching the end of the line. His head popped into a chamber, and he immediately had to close his eyes as milk washed over his head.
He squirmed until the rest of his body was pushed into the chamber, and he quickly surfaced, sputtering as he tried his best to keep himself afloat.
“Hey! Let me out!” He yelled out, the fleshy walls echoing his voice back. With no reaction given, he took a deep breath and plunged back into the warm milk around him, trying his best to push against the point where he entered. The entrance, however, remained as it was, not allowing him to escape, and he soon had to resurface to breathe.
“Fuck… this will be hard to explain to Zalin. If I even manage to get out…” He muttered to himself, resorting to trying to float atop the pool of milk to conserve his energy. He knew once his captor began to move, it would be hard to keep himself above the tide of milk around him.