Circe High Vore Education Class
Imported from SF2 with no description.
Circe High's Health and Physical Education teacher James Saint-James was a huge man. His body rippled with muscles under the tight PE uniform of blue t-shirt and white track pants. The big human was something of an idol for his students; he was strong and brave (it is said he once saved a student from a fire in the woodworking shed), never gave to much homework, always listened to questions, and his good looks made all the girls and most of the boys flutter. He had a single tattoo of an teardrop on his bicep, wore his black hair shaved short and had a perpetual five o'clock shadow.
“Morning students.” He said as he entered the class room this particular morning, receiving a chorus of mornings back in return. “Welcome to Grade 10 Sex Ed, class II.” He scribbled the name of the class on the black board, and then turned back around. “So, yesterday we covered the basics; what were they?”
“Safe sex?” The pretty rabbit girl in the front row called out nervously.
“Yes, that is one. Marcus, what was another?” Mr Saint-James asked a cheetah at the back of the class.
The boy looked nervous but finally said. “Consent?”
“Yes, correct!” He nodded, tossing the two who had spoken each a lolly. “We also covered sexual orientation; using lubrication; anatomy of the penis and vagina – thank you to Kate and Liam for letting us examine theirs; STDs; childbirth and finally, abortion laws.” Saint-James turned around and scribbled on the board a new topic. “Today we will cover Vore 101. Now, you probably all know vore – it is a fun, pleasurable part of modern sexual experience and serves a useful part in population control. But today we're going to look over what vore actually is, the history of how it came to be, how you do it, what predators and prey are, and the types of vore you can do.”
The big human teacher taped a poster to the blackboard and tapped it with his pointing stick. “Now, this is a list of common vore types. Technically the methods of vore are unlimited but not everyone can do all types. Rare forms like hair vore are generally only found in isolated communities. Now, who can tell me about this first one?”
“Oral vore.” A large black bull teenager piped up. “It is swallowing prey whole and digesting them regularly using the stomach.”
“Correct!” James tossed the bull another lolly. “Next we have anal vore – this works very similar to oral vore. The prey enters the body by a different direction but ends up in the same place, the stomach. What about cock vore? Penis vore involves the prey being swallowed by the penis and taken to the testicles, where they are melted into semen.”
“Then we have the fourth most common – unbirth. It doesn't have 'vore' in the name like the others but it is definitely a type of vore! This is one most of you are probably not familiar with. So we are going to have a demonstration; since this isn't a type of vore I can do, I asked Miss Alita to help us out.” James smiled broadly, welcoming a tall slim and busty vixen into the room. “Miss Alita, thanks for coming.”
The pupils seemed to perk up even more at the sight of the beautiful school nurse and her skimpy clothes.
She nodded happily as soon as she had closed the door behind herself. “Oh I'm happy to help out! You know how much I love helping out!” She beamed, kissing James on the cheek. “So, pupils, unbirth! Traditionally this vore involves a female eating a male but it isn't necessary – the predator always has to be female or futa, but the prey can be anything. So, I need a volunteer for this.”
She glanced around the room, until a cocky colt put his hand up. “Ah Gerald. Come up!” She said, waving the big paint horse anthro to the front of the class. “Now Gerald, you are a great specimen for this experiment. Just let me . . . ” She hoped up onto the desk, knocking over Mr Saint-James pens, and spread her legs, hiking up her skirt to expose a bare, cute pussy. “Ah, there. Now Gerald, it is best if you are naked for this part.”
The teenager nodded, stripping in record time. Blue t-shirt, white trackpants, tightie whitey underpants, a watch and necklace became a pile on the floor. He leaned over to undo his shoes but the nurse stopped him. “uuuh . . . . I'm so hungry Gerald, just go for it now, they'll come out later.”
He nodded, his prodigious horse cock bouncing against his abs, smearing pre everywhere. The rest of the class was watching rapt, many hands in pants, as he leaned down and shoved his face into Miss Alita's wet, hot cunt. The muscles of her well trained insides suckered onto him as soon as the tip of his muzzle entered and began to suck on him. Gerald let out a muffled yell of surprise as he found his entire head sucked inside by the hungry hole. Loud squelches and slurps echo'd throughout the class as he was tugged inside foot at a time – his strong chest from football, his taunt abs, his throbbing horsehood, his bubble butt and strong thighs. His sneakered feet kicked one last time and then they popped inside as well.
Miss Alita's abdomen bulged as the horse filled up her ravenous womb, and she moaned, laying back with hands over her stomach – looking pregnant. “Oooh wow!” She gasped, panting and delirious from pleasure, ever squirm of her prey making her eyes roll back.
Mr Saint-James coughed. “Ah . . . umm . . . as you can see, unbirth takes a particular tole on the predator. Miss Alita will be out of action for a little while now; even now her womb is doing what is called 'juicing'. Gerald is presently being liquefied by her insides - useful nutrients will be extracted and used by Miss Alita's body and the rest will be turned into female cum.”
“Miss Alita will also be helping us demonstrate the next type of vore, so we will come back to that later. So then, lets look at cooking vore – this is a rare one, not because of inability to do it, but because it isn't for everyone's tastes and many people discriminate against the practitioners. It involves cooking prey like normal food; roasting is common. Generally this is confined to fetish clubs and secret societies. There is nothing actually wrong with this form of vore, it is just as legitimate as any other type and discrimination against 'chefs', as cooking vore predators are called, is actually illegal.”
“Then we have hard vore. This is even rarer than cooking vore; generally it is found among populations with a mutation that converts pain to pleasure, such as Springbok anthros. This involves feeding in the same way as wild predators do – and indeed, since prey are incredibly common in hard vore and predators very rare, some prey have resorted to feeding themselves to wild predators.”
A gasp from beside him made Mr Saint-James look over to Miss Alita, who was squirming on his desk. She let out a long moan as her stomach contracted, and suddenly a torrent of cum began to pour out of her pussy onto the floor. The vixen held her gut, eyes rolled back, as her cunt expelled a pair of white sneakers and blue football socks. “Ah, it looks like Gerald is finished.” James commented. “Miss Alita, you alright?”
The vixen nodded, sitting up woozily. “Ooh wow. I forgot how fu. .. fun that is.” She mumbled, seeming a bit drunk from pleasure. “Ooh don't mind me.” She tried to stand up and fell against Mr Saint-James' muscular side. He gently sat her back down on the desk and shook his head.
“Well, I don't think Miss Alita is going to be demonstrating breast vore for us today, so we will leave that to the next lesson I think. Class dismissed early, have fun!” Mr Saint-James said, waving the kids out. They piled out of the room in a stream, eager to go apply what they'd learned today knowing them.
Miss Alita moaned. “Oooh James. It itches so much.” She giggled slightly, grabbing the human by his belt and pulling him close. “Fuck me, please. I need something inside me.” She gasped.
James Saint-James smiled, loosening his belt. “Of course.” He breathed into her ear as he slid his length home. Her pussy always felt amazing after it fed.