FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Portal Diving

Business Negotiations

---

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

_ _

_ _

The mansion was hardly quiet that morning, but no one had ventured down the hallway where Isabella and Raphaela’s laboratory and shop premises lay, accessible from the exterior of the mansion via a separate entrance. Visitors didn’t need to go through the main doors of the mansion, one of the most coveted accommodations at Wolfenhammer, to reach the entrepreneurial duo of draenei giantesses, although that didn’t mean they didn’t sometimes…escape.

The door to their store front slammed open, bouncing off the wall with a bang that sent a ripple through the mansion. A tiny, a human, burst from it, looking comically out of place with the giantess-sized door. Anyone paying close attention would have realised the door, of course, was far too large to be pushed open by a tiny, even Danielle, and that another hand (or tail) had done so, but it was not as if the brown-haired woman wasn’t going to take her chance at an escape.

“Wait – wait! No! We can make a deal! Don’t eat me – ahhhh!”

Behind her came Sarah’s cry, her previous business partner meeting her untimely end. There was a wet, audible gulp and Sarah’s shriek was cut off all of a sudden as she became nothing more than food for one of the draenei giantesses they had, at least a short while ago, been deep in negotiations with.

“Fuck!”

Danielle hissed under her breath as she fled down the corridor, heart pounding, blood roaring in her ears. Dressed in her Wolfenhammer uniform, she cast off her portal pack, pumping her arms and legs, determination lining her face. If she could only get to someone else living there, maybe she had a chance.

The ground thundered under her, rolling with vibrations, as a giantess charged after her. Danielle knew she shouldn’t have done so, but she looked back anyway, flashing a quick glance over her right shoulder as her hair came loose from her ponytail, a chunk of it obstinately pushing into her cheek as she turned.

It was the smaller draenei, surprisingly, standing at only twenty-six-feet-tall – which was still substantial for a giantess, but she had expected Isabella. She swore under her breath as the draenei crouched, her body pushed forward, legs bent, one hand on the floor for balance. She looked like a sprinter about to hurl their body into a race, but Danielle was the only one between them in a race for her literal life at that time. Still, with Raphaela being smaller than the towering Isabella, she might have a chance.

Raphaela’s tail lashed the air as the draenei let out a feral sound, eyes gleaming as she threw her body into motion. Her muscles pumped and her hooves came down heavily, pushing her body to its limit, even if she could have easily caught up with the “escaping” tiny either way. The thrill of the chase sang through her, blood running hot, and she could not help but bare her teeth in a savage grin that was more terrifying than a draenei’s face ever ought to be.

No one would ever have wanted to see Raphaela running after them. It didn’t help that she was dressed in her Wolfenhammer uniform, comfortably affording her full range of motion as her stride length extended as she chased down her prize. Danielle’s breath raked through her lungs, but that pained swipe at existence was all for naught.

“Unff!”

Raphaela lunged, throwing herself entirely off her hooves as she grabbed the tiny. The moment she clasped that squirming body, she let out a raucous laugh, echoing off the smooth walls of the hallway. That was why she hunted! The thrill of it echoed through her, her heart beating hard and fast, unable to keep a wild grin from her face. Her light hair may have been mussed up and frenzied, but Raphaela had everything she could have wanted, stretched out on the floor on her front with a fighting tiny in her hands.

“Well, well… That was a little sprint you led me on there.”

Raphaela smirked as she rocked back up to her knees and stood. The tiny thrashed in her hands, red-faced, her hair sticking to the back of her neck where she sweated fearfully. Her struggles, of course, were futile, just as her friend’s had been.

“No, don’t! We can still make this work, I’ll give you a discount – agh!”

But Raphaela had said what she wanted to say and the tiny wasn’t getting a chance to plead her case. She shoved the human into her mouth, uniform and all, and forced her down her throat with a loud gulp. As she swallowed, the human thrashed and kicked, but her tongue pushed the tiny right where she belonged.

All Danielle knew was the rush of darkness closing around her, the draenei’s hungry lips pushing over her body. She twisted as Raphaela’s tongue shoved eagerly at her, even if a part of her knew, truly, that all was lost. That didn’t stop instinct from kicking in, even for a human, as heaving breaths scraped at her lungs, adrenaline firing.

And then her head was pushing into the draenei’s throat, seeing nothing but feeling the constriction of it squeezing around her. Danielle let out a lost, whimpered cry and struggled, but there was really nowhere for her to go. Her orientation in the draenei’s mouth grew steeper as Raphaela, clearly, used gravity to aid in the swallowing of her meal, legs having disappeared fully into the draenei’s mouth as the giantess greedily enjoyed her.

There was no other place for her as Raphaela relished in devouring her. It was so much more than just eating, but an act of dominance and power that would forever be her own. Getting a full stomach at the end of it, of course, was a bonus to her, and the draenei moaned as the human’s legs – frankly, she’d forgotten the annoying thing’s name – slid down her throat.

The bulge that stretched her throat was exquisite and took a few moments to work its way down. Or maybe that was just Raphaela enjoying her meal, taking her time as the squirming bulge of her meal eased its way down. Being a smaller giantess, it was not uncommon for Raphaela to take a second swallow if her food was taking a while to slide down and she did so right then, shuddering with pleasure as the tiny, slowly, pushed her way all the way down into her stomach.

“Ahhh…”

Raphaela let out a pleased sigh, a hand immediately going to her stomach. She couldn’t help but taunt her meal, after all that, poking at the bulge there and chuckling throatily. Like a cat who was toying with her meal (well, Cerberus most certainly would do that), she prodded each bump in turn, laughing at how they pushed together and then separated again. They had to know there was no coming back from being eaten by a giantess, but they always still wriggled and fought, like they thought they would be the exception to the rule.

No one had ever escaped Raphaela’s stomach and that was a track record the draenei was very happy to keep.

“Oh…”

Raphaela turned her head, though she was not at all surprised to find Sedlina there, staring openly at her. Of course, the tiny’s eyes were fixed on the squirming bulges in her stomach and the draenei stood tall just so the human got a good look at the evidence of the devouring that had just happened. Even if Sedlina had seen her eating the second human, it was not as if she’d seen the first and she wanted the tiny, who spent all her time seemingly diving down the throat of every giantess except for her, to have the full effect.

“You saw all of that then, did you?”

Sedlina chuckled and shook her head, though she was not quite fully “there” in the moment. Raphaela had been so fearsome, running down the hallway, a beauty at her best, and the quick devouring had taken her breath away. In fact, she was breathless as if she was the one who’d been running from the giantess!

“Oh… I was just going to ask how your business negotiations were going?” Sedlina teased, though it was not really a question and only light mockery. “I don’t think that one’s going through.”

Raphaela rolled her eyes.

“It depends on how you look at them, Sedlina.”

Her reply could have been considered curt, but not as Raphaela leaned down to Sedlina’s level, one hand on her thigh as her tail balanced her from behind. The draenei grinned, showing off her parted lips again and licking them as her tongue slid between them. It had the desired effect on the tiny as Sedlina shivered, her body leaning in towards Raphaela as if she was finally going to give the giantess permission to eat her. Alas, it was not the day for Sedlina either.

“I, personally, think negotiations went very well,” Raphaela said, her voice dropping an octave, playing into the influence she knew it’d have on the tiny. “Can you not see?”

The draenei was far from dismissive was she pressed her palm over the wriggling bulges on her belly. It would have been even more effective if she had not been wearing her Wolfenhammer uniform and Sedlina had been able to directly see the bulges squirming against her pale skin, but she would work with what she had. She always did.

It was curious, however, just how fascinated Sedlina was by the aftermath of other tinies being devoured. Most would react with indifference or horror, whenever Raphaela found a grey area to eat someone through, but tinies were more often than not more than used to being food. It was just the way of things in the world, how giantesses and tinies, usually, related to each other. And that was just another reason why going on portal dives and even joining Wolfenhammer was far more dangerous for tinies than it ever would be for giantesses.

Sedlina couldn’t, and really didn’t want to anyway, drag her eyes from the bulges in Raphaela’s stomach. Blinking slowly, she took in every moment, from how they twitched back and forth slowly, and then ramped up again into a fighting frenzy, to the smooth rise of Raphaela’s uniform over the bulges. She could imagine just how it would feel to press her cheek to the lumps the tinies made, feeling their struggles inside the giantess slowly ease down and down and down until there was no fight left in them at all. Sedlina might have felt guilty about enjoying something like that, but, well, it was not as if she was the one who’d caused them to be eaten. If they had not wanted to be eaten, they should have, perhaps, been better at negotiating with hungry draenei. Things must really have gone south if Isabella had allowed Raphaela to indulge like that.

Either way, it was none of her business and she didn’t get involved in that side of things, not even when the monster girls brought back tinies from the clubs for “fun.” Of course, that entered another grey area when it came to the Wolfenhammer rules about eating tinies, though it was all very much okay as far as the law there was concerned. It was likely a lot laxer than it was in other parts of the galaxy, which was one reason Raphaela had found a home there. That was only a snippet Isabella, Raphaela’s partner, had told her, but it hinted at a much larger pattern of the draenei ruthlessly and gluttonously devouring all the tinies she could get her hands on.

Her eyes flicked up to the giantess’ lips and Raphaela grinned crudely back at her. There was a feral, wild edge to her smile that set Sedlina’s heart pounding a little harder, though the draenei had one trick left in store for her. Slowly, claiming Sedlina’s attention, Raphaela licked her lips, her tongue slipping slowly between them, showing off the gleam of saliva there.

“Mmm… There’s room in my stomach for one more,” the giantess offered – and Sedlina knew it was absolutely genuine. “I always have time for you.”

Sedlina sucked in a short, sharp breath that pulled at her lungs. Oh, it was a tempting offer, she knew that. But she also knew there would be no coming back from a dive down the giantess’ throat, at least that day. There might be a chance of returning with Isabella to control things, but the smaller draenei, the little predator, would most likely take any and all fines for the pleasure of getting to eat Sedlina. That situation, with the power couple taking over the group and the mansion, could have changed the course of quite a bit of time at Wolfenhammer, for them and others.

But Sedlina had given them a space to create new products with fluids harvested from willing monster girls, a centre of trade and a way for them to push their business to the next level. That still didn’t mean she did not encourage a sense of raw hunger in giantesses, like instinct would overrule them at a moment’s notice, all to get the forbidden “fruit” of Sedlina into their mouths and straight down their throats.

Raphaela played it up, letting her tongue dangle lewdly from her mouth, showing off. Of course, her mouth was empty and she still opened it wide as the bumps in her stomach jumped and wriggled. Maybe they sensed her shifting and thought Raphaela was going to do something to free them. That was a false hope. They would never get out and she let that implication, the knowledge of it, hang in the air between them as Sedlina stared openly at her, all too desperately.

“I…”

Raphaela’s heart leapt. Was Sedlina really going to finally let her eat her? It felt like she’d been in the mansion for years upon years, hungering for the tiny who she’d never quite managed to eat. Actually, Raphaela didn’t feel like she had got all that close when it came to Sedlina, but that was partly the agreement between them in the mansion and, ultimately, Isabella making sure she never went too far. She would always, regardless of what position it put her in, listen to Isabella.

Sedlina didn’t know what to do. Her lips moved and she might have said something or not, but she exhaled softly, licking her lips. The movement helped ground her, even if it was only slightly, and she took a deep inhalation, her chest rising as she imagined. It could be hers, right then and there, if she allowed Raphaela to eat her. She didn’t want to share the draenei’s stomach with other tinies, of course, but she could have things exactly as she liked them in her fantasies.

In her mind, she was in the draenei’s hands, not squirming or fighting her at all, even though she knew what fate would befall her if she went willingly down Raphaela’s throat. Yet the draenei’s mouth opened up wider and wider around her, as wide as Raphaela could get it, and it would still be a much tighter fit for Sedlina than was usually the case with other giantesses she allowed to swallow (and retrieve her).

It could be so alluring, the slick muscle of the draenei’s tongue pushing up under her body as the draenei pulled her into her mouth, pushing her insistently into her throat even as she swallowed. Not all of Sedlina could slide into her throat at once as Raphaela would insist on swallowing her roughly, not bit by bit, giving big, heady gulps that sounded wet as Sedlina’s body was coated in her saliva. But the squeeze to work her way down the draenei’s throat could all be worth it, if it was all real, and Sedlina let out a tiny moan as the draenei pulled her tongue lightly back into her mouth, a wide, feral grin stretching her lips in the real world.

That was what snapped Sedlina out of her fantasies, for it was not a situation she was ready to jump into. Of course, she might well have done so if she could say she would be retrieved safely by Raphaela, but that was not something she could ever, not even once, count on with the giantess. And she still wouldn’t have wanted to change Raphaela for anything, for the giantess was exactly who she was meant to be.

She took a breath, smiled and winked. Raphaela’s expression faltered.

“Sorry, Raphaela,” she said, blowing the draenei a kiss as she turned on her heel, needing some distance before she made a decision she ended up regretting. “I don’t share a giantess’ stomach with anyone… You’re out of luck.”

As Sedlina walked away, Raphaela was no fool. She knew just how tempted Sedlina had been, though that didn’t stop her sulking and her tail lowering, though it was not long enough to drag on the ground as she slumped away herself. The draenei headed back to the storefront, where Isabella was sitting behind the reception desk, one leg crossed over the other as she eyed up her partner with a raised eyebrow.

“Successful in ending the negotiations, were we?” Isabella smirked. “They shouldn’t have said we were eating them up in negotiations.”

Raphaela scowled.

“And then pushed for less favourable terms for us, as if we were going to agree to that.” She rolled her eyes. “I took care of it. I don’t need lunch, not after having a better one.”

She didn’t mention to Isabella her interaction with Sedlina, keeping that one all to herself. She wouldn’t bring it up so Isabella could reinforce to her, once again, that she was not to eat Sedlina and risk their position with her. Truthfully, eating Sedlina would not bring any risk beyond fines and the mansion and everything there could be worth it, but there was still no certainty Wolfenhammer would allow them to remain in possession of it if Raphaela resorted to underhand means.

Her business negotiations with getting Sedlina to jump into her mouth, after all that, would have to wait for another time…

Inside her stomach, her lunch squirmed.