ND10 - A Small Accident
Story by Screpter on SoFurry
Story from day 10. This one ended up a bit shorter than I wanted, but I didn't really feel like writing after the one I wrote the day before. xD
A Small Accident
Written by: Screpter
Date: 010/11/2025
Content Warning : vore (oral), unwilling prey, willing predator, messy stomach
“Brenne! Damn it, I will start coating myself in chili just to keep you away!” Warfen yelled out, pressing his two left forearms down into the plush, slippery tongue beneath him. His shrunken, long body was already down his friend’s throat, his shiny scales dampened and covered in his slick saliva. A drop of drool dribbled onto his head, and he shook himself, almost slipping deeper as the throat muscles quivered around him.
His friend, who decided to sneak a shrinking Morphing Pill into his meal, chuckled before everything shook around him as she moved in front of a mirror. The naga looked out through between the fangs, his eyes first noticing what was visible of himself - his four, green-scaled arms as he held himself in place, his head and chest leaning forward.
Then he looked around the outside of the mouth through the mirror. Sandy brown, short fur covered the short muzzle, and a pair of cheeky eyes looked down at him. Brenne, his mongoose friend and the bane of his existence, was an energetic and cocky woman, and he honestly could never guess what went on inside her head most of the time. Even this sudden shrinking him down to almost swallowing him came out of nowhere.
“Rewlaxh~” She mumbled, her tongue shaking him up and down with each movement. “Ive tfolf ywu I haf gwet muscfle confol.”
“Can you at least not talk while I’m in here?” Warfen shouted, trying his best among the squelches of saliva to keep himself away from being swallowed. His arms slipped, and for a terrifying moment, he slid deeper, the throat muscles flexing with a soft glck. He was able to pull himself back up, even as she chuckled while watching him struggle.
“Cawful twere~” She teased, tossing him around again while he growled.
“Why are you even doing this? God dang it, don’t answer! At this point, you will just swallow me.” He shifted, trying to flex and coil his tail to push himself up and out of her throat. He almost clawed at her tongue when she swallowed, her breathing quickening until everything returned to… relative normal.
“Let me out, you overgrown furball. Or gods help me, once I grow back, I wi- pweh!” He was forced to sputter as her tongue rose, slapping against his face. He could feel the extra saliva trickling down his back, making him shiver. A flashing light momentarily blinded him; only then did he notice as she snapped a picture.
“Twher. Nof I cwan-” She couldn't finish her sentence, as she slightly shook and hiccupped suddenly. Her throat momentarily pushed him up, only to the flex around him as she swallowed, her jaws closing.
“Brenne!” He yelled as his tail flexed and twisted uselessly, fighting against the slippery slope of her throat as he slid down the warm passage.
“O-ops… sorry.” She mumbled above him as he was soon deposited in her stomach. His tail, then his upper body, slid into the mushy remains of their lunch. Her stomach tightened around him, walls rubbing and kneading against his body as they smeared the bits of food against his once shiny scales. He grumbled, trying to stretch out his tail against the walls uselessly. He wasn’t long enough to do much.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to! I thought I had enough muscle control, and just wondered… ugh, I am getting eaten for this, am I?” She questioned while walking around, each movement shaking him up even more. He shook his head, wiping off the chewed-up meat from his head.
“I am… going to constrict you for two hours. Then, I will leave you hanging upside down above my maw for an hour. THEN I will swallow you and keep you for a WEAK!” He grumbled with an annoyed tone, feeling like his pride was just shattered. If shrinking him down wasn’t enough, he had been degraded to food. FOOD!
“I’m sorry! Please don’t be mad at me…” She pleaded, finally settling down somewhere. He didn’t answer, as he remained stewing inside her stomach, listening to the groans and glorps as it worked to digest the food around him.