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Just a Quick Meal

"Hey there everyone! This here's Apache, wing of the sky, and I'm coming to you from north of Klyneth today." The red dragon spoke into his camera. He was filming the latest entry in his casual blog about worldly experiences and had been informed by a fellow traveller that Klyneth had held an establishment that would tickle his fancy. "We're just outside The Vore House of Klyneth, where it turns out the locals have actually found a way to make vore real as opposed to just a fantasy!"

He kept the camera facing him as he walked backwards towards the front of the manor, deliberately watching the OLED screen to make sure he kept a proper frame with himself and the ornate front doors of the Vore House itself all in the shot at once. They were made of a blood red wood and had golden metal handles in the shape of two snakes snoot booping each other. Apache liked blogging his experiences even if he was relatively new to it and lacked the bombastic energy others had shown while doing their own blogs. He was excited, but also a little nervous about his next adventure.

Once he got to the front doors - all while carefully aiming the camera to ensure it looked like a professional film - he grabbed the snake-shaped handle and pushed it open to reveal the inner grand hall of the Vore House's manor. To his shock, it was even more ornate than what the outside had indicated. While the front terrace was overgrown, the black rocks and bricks were covered in mosses and vines, and the building itself looked almost dilapidated from the outside, the inside was pristine!

The walls were made of black and white marble, polished to a sheen from the floor to the art on the ceiling with deep blood red wood coated in varnish that made up the concierge desk and the various tables around the hall! There were chairs and couches that looked almost regal, like they belonged to the prince and princess, and most of them were adorned with other guests who were either waiting for their turn or were waiting for friends.

"Wow! Okay this is not what I expected. After hearing about this place from that glowy blue and orange dragon I figured it'd be some broken down back-alley shack with a hungry dragon or snake on the other side." Apache paused to glance around while composing himself to recite what he had been preparing. "But from what I read about the place en route to Klyneth I found that, alright, let's see if I can remember the information blurb. The Vore House of Klyneth is a place for folks into stuff like endosomatophilia and vore can safely indulge their innermost fantasies. Here, after taking a potion, they are immune to the nasty side effects of insertion and their bodies are made habitable."

He paused once more to glance around, seeing that others were staring at him. Most of the other guests weren't all that worrisome since they were just curious about what he was doing, but there was one pair of folks that were intimidating. A purple gryphoness and a tall red squirrel were standing at the concierge desk getting their potions, giving Apache a side-eye of disapproval while the blue and red scaled amphibian behind the counter picked up a phone to call someone.

That didn't look good to Apache so he quickly finished up. "I'm gonna try this out for the first time ever and I'll let you know how the experience goes. Looks like the dude who runs the registration desk doesn't approve of me filming here so I'll peace out for now." He then finished his recording and put the camera away before making his way to the front desk, allowing the gryphon and massive squirrel to walk away before he approached the amphibian.

"Welcome to the Vore House of Klyneth. I'm Theodit and I'll be your concierge." He said to introduce himself to Apache. "What can I do for you?"

Apache pointed around aimlessly, not sure how to proceed. "Hey, I hope you don't mind that I Was filming a moment ago. I do a blog, sort of. I'm trying to, anyway." If his red fur possessed the ability to blush he'd have done so. He was nowhere near as confident once the camera turned off. "I mean, uh, it's not against the rules, is it?"

"I'm not sure, actually. In spite of being in operation for as long as we have been, it's never come up as an issue. I just made a quick call to the boss to see if she can sort that out for us. She'll be here in a few if you wish to wait."

With a gulp to deal with the forming lump in his throat, Apache whimpered to himself. "The B-boss? I mean, I wasn't planning on causing a fuss." He wasn't. He loved sharing his experiences but wasn't the type to look for measly click-bait drama blogs so he hadn't intended to draw the ire of the boss or make a fool of anyone; he just wanted to share!

Theodit laughed at him. "Don't be so jostled, my friend. I assure you Leera is not the type to get angry. She might coil you a bit to teach you a lesson but-" He winked to show he was joking but stopped when he saw Apache's knees grow weak. "But I guess I'll leave that up to you. She'll be down in a moment. In the meantime, what can I do for ya?"

"O-oh, okay. Uh, yeah, I just wanted a day pass, if you don't mind." He fished out his wallet in preparation to pay while trying his best to hide his camera from view.

"That'll be eight silver." Theodit advised as he grabbed a small vial of light green potion and aggressively slapped the table next to it with his palm outstretched.

"Eight? I thought it was ten." Apache countered, fishing out the appropriate bills. "I mean, I planned to pay ten, so do you guys accept tips?"

Theodit shook his head. "No tips. Feels weird to accept considering how much we charge and how much money we make. No need for extras. If you feel so inclined, keep the two and use it in the bailey or one of the many games scattered throughout the grounds. Trust me, you'll find something."

Before either Apache or Theodit could follow up that thought, a voice came from the opposite end of the grand hallway. A deep but sensual feminine voice that boomed throughout the building. "So I hear you're here to live blog your experiences!" It was a large green, red, and blue naga slithering her way towards the concierge desk. She had to be more than a meter thick at her widest point but still seemed slick considering how long her body was. "My name's Leera, owner of this establishment."

Apache took her open hand and shook it, struggling to stay strong as his knees threatened to give out. He had a thing for thick, powerful, coily creatures and while he preferred fellow males he couldn't say no to a body that powerful-looking. "I'm Apache. And yeah, that was the intention. I do a-"

"You do a blog and wanted to record what you found here to share with your friends back home. Yeah, I saw you filming through the window up there." She pointed upwards to show that there was a wide pane overlooking the grand hallway, presumably linked to her office. "And you wanted to know if there were any rules regarding recording happening on the grounds."

"Yes. That exactly. Can I record? Is that something that's allowed?"

She pulled her body up close to coil in a tight bun around where her torso touched the ground. "Well, we don't usually like the idea of someone invading the privacy of our other guests, I think that with the right tact it could be used to our advantage." She rubbed her chin and flicked her tongue a few times while the very tip of her tail idly swung around, slowly coiling around Apache's ankle. "I figure we can reach a sort of compromise. You're welcome to record, but if anyone asks you to stop recording or not get them in the frame, we do request you obey their wishes."

"Oh, that's not a problem. I have to deal with that sort of stuff in all public places. Promise it-"

"This isn't a public place, though. This is my private property. The laws are different here and for the most part they just don't apply. Rules apply, my friend." She then winked at him - something strange to see a snake do - before continuing. "But don't worry too much about it. We're pretty lax here and we want everyone to be happy and we want everyone to enjoy themselves no matter what that entails. As long as you don't invade on the comfort level of others while out there we encourage you to experiment! Who knows, you might accidentally advertise for us when you're done!"

Apache leaned in and elbowed her gently with a smirk. "Well if that's the case, maybe I should get free admission if I'm going to be serving as an ad!" His bashfulness had already dissipated. He was often more reserved around new folks or when he was in situations he was unfamiliar with but that hesitation quickly dissolved once he was made comfortable. Leera and Theodit had been pleasant despite the potential to shut him down so he was happy to open up to them and joke around.

Leera, playing along, elbowed him back. "You say that but once you're done I bet you'll wanna pay us for the privilege." She joked, tail tip sliding up the side of his leg to curl into his satchel and pluck his camera from its hiding spot. "So go ahead and film all you want, but I have two conditions. One: I want for you to record everything from the time you leave this building to the time you come back. Two: I want you to run the resulting video by our marketing director to ensure there's nothing in there that's questionable. No filming people who don't want to be seen on camera. If there is, we reserve the right to edit it out. Fair?"

"Fair." He nodded in approval, clutching his camera from her tail as he did so. "I have no problems with those conditions. And, uh, I'm pretty sure the camera holds up to ten hours of video and two days worth of battery. I won't be gone for longer than that, will I?"

Theodit pitched in. "Depends on what goes down and what predator finds you."

That declaration sobered Apache up. He knew what he was getting into thanks to that blue and orange dragon advising him and the bit of research he did before coming but it was just dawning on him that there was a very good chance he could end up in someone's belly. A dragon his size made for a delicious meal for a naga like Leera or a larger, elder dragon, and while that was quite an endearing prospect, he had never actually indulged such a thing so he was still a bit hesitant.

Such reservations didn't stop him from taking the plunge. He was an adventurer! A connoisseur of carnal pleasures! An explorer of bodies of flesh and of land! He wasn't going to let a bit of apprehension ruin what could have been the trip of a lifetime! With the aplomb he usually utilized in his online persona, he grabbed the vial of potion, popped the cork off the top, and downed it! After wiping his lips and hiding a belch, he laid the vial back down on the counter. "Alright! Count me in!"

Theodit took the vial back and put it in a dishwasher for cleaning. "Alright, just to let you know, that potion was an all-purpose dragon vore potion. It makes your body immune to digestion while also making your own body habitable for prey should you be predator. We care for pred and prey equally here and while we do ensure all guests take the potion, the dual nature of it ensures safety in the event we missed someone. Give it half an hour to take effect before heading out into The Wilds and you'll be sure to have the safest, most fun time you've ever had in the belly of another!" He spoke with a sort of casual tone that told Apache that he'd said the same speech dozens of times.

"Aww, do I really have to wait?" He whined, half joking.

Leera cradled his hand with her tail tip before pulling away and smiling at him, flicking tongue nearly touching his furred snout. "No, but we do recommend it for safety. All members of the crew and all guests and patrons have consumed the same potion so you will be safe but as an added measure we tend to recommend waiting. That said, could take you half an hour to get to any of the various regions that actually have anything going on so there's a good chance the potion will take effect before you are approached by anyone or anything. Up to you in the end!"

Apache politely nodded and smiled. Sounds good! I figure I'll get some recording in and talk to my followers a bit before I get anywhere; will make a great segue from introduction to action."

"You're probably right." Leera agreed as she took his hand and guided him towards the back doors - both of which were identical to the blood-red front doors he'd entered through with the same golden coloured snakes booping snoots in the middle as handles. "Come on, we'll get you on your way, you have your fun, and document the whole thing! Also-" She leaned in close to whisper in his ear. "It would be a great way to indirectly check on the employees to make sure they're making the experience pleasant for all. Who knows, we might even pay you for what you do today!"

With a final nudge in the right direction, Apache was shepherded through the doors and into the courtyard, which was lined on either side by small games, a gift shop, and various other things meant to distract and keep him busy. It was similar to a carnival fairway but every game and event was vore themed and lined by textures meant to look like the inside of a belly or womb.

This made his knees go weak again only to have him regain his composure and shake it off. "Alright, we're in the wilds now!" He grabbed his camera, pressed the record button, and attached it to a strap that connected to his horns in order to make it see basically the same thing he saw. "Welcome to The Vore House of Klyneth!" He started before making his way to his destination.

From there he changed his tone and mood from that of a casual observer and more like an over-enthusiastic wildlife photographer with a somewhat silly accent, commentating on most everything he saw and did from the courtyard and through The Wilds. Once he passed through the courtyard, he crossed over a drawbridge above a moat and was blessed with a lovely image of everything that lay before him. The Wilds were absolutely massive and had to be dozens of square kilometres in total! From his vantage point just behind the Vore House manor, he saw the land slowly descend into a valley flanked on either side by two rather steep and tall mountain ranges, one covered in snow and coniferous trees and the other covered in jungle and waterfalls.

In the valley before him was grassland, meadows, hills, a swamp and marsh, a savannah, rivers, lakes, and everything in between. His keen dragon eyes could see, beyond the valley, a large lake surrounded on all sides by various hills and biomes with islands in the middle all meant to look tropical. He was no mathematician but based on the light fog that surrounded the tropical mountain and the haze between him and the lake in the distance he assumed it was at least five kilometres from his position to the opposite end of the park.

This was something he felt the need to comment on as he made his way down the pathway and into the valley. One thing that was pretty consistent throughout The Wilds was that there were pathways spread across the land like a web or a net, guiding the hundreds of people he saw from one location to another. There were also clear borders between each of the biomes usually in the form of fences or moats or walls that separated the savannah from the forest and the jungle from the marshes.

It all reminded him of an old documentary about resurrecting saurians and putting them in a park like a zoo for visitors to observe. Well, aside from the electric fences that kept creatures in or out. In addition to the defined borders and the clearly separate biomes, there were also key, significant structures strewn about each of the regions. Closest to him and nearest the Vore House manor was what looked like a combination hospital and laboratory, with what looked like an ancient temple poking out of the jungle as well as a ski lodge near the frozen peaks of the icy mountain.

He couldn't see smaller buildings due to the distance and the fact that they were likely hidden behind trees and marshes and the like, but he assumed there were cottages strewn about the northern woods and villages hidden in the jungle and voodoo huts in the marsh and anything else in between.

All of that made for some interesting commentary up until a rather bashful group politely requested he not film them. He looked away and apologized while assuring them that the clip would be deleted before it was edited and uploaded. When they refused to believe him he suggested calling the front desk to ask to double-check, which they did and let him off the hook.

After wandering from the hilly regions to the border of the jungle area, Apache stopped for a moment to take it all in before crossing the threshold that was the massive gates attended by equine guards. "So what's in here that you gotta protect?" He asked of them.

The mare laughed and shook her mane as she pressed a button. "More about keeping the regions separate than anything else. No beasts in there that want out."

He sighed as the doors slowly opened. "Come on, you're supposed to say something dramatic! Tell me there's a vile beast stalking the jungles eager to gobble up unsuspecting guests or something!"

"That's true." The mare concurred. "There certainly are foul beasts in there but it's not like they want out or anything. Sorry to ruin your blogging!"

Apache waved both the horses off with a roll of his eyes and a slight smile. "It's alright. I'll probably edit this part out anyway." With that, he took the final steps over the bridge and past the gates to enter the jungle of The Vore House Wilds!

The heat and humidity of the biome hit him like a wave as he stepped through the gates and had them shut behind him. Once the doors were sealed everything seemed to change from the sights to the sounds to the smell to the feel of it all. He could literally feel the humidity clinging to his fur, the moisture beading up and trickling down his back while bugs buzzed and birds chirped in the distance.

It was almost like he'd been transported to another world. All semblance of what he had grown to be accustomed to on the fields and plains was sealed away from him as if it never existed. That could have been terrifying if it wasn't so encompassing in such a way that he quickly lost himself to the scene. He was now in the jungles of The Wilds, now he just needed to be careful to ensure he didn't get caught by a hungry pred.

"Alright guys, it looks like things have just taken a turn for me." He said aloud, speaking almost entirely to his camera as a form of commentary. "I am now trapped in the rainforest of the south side of the establishment and it would appear I am not to come out unless it's in someone's belly. How exciting is that?" He practically purred to himself, fur tingling and claws twitching in anticipation.

From there, he pushed some bushes aside to better reveal the pathway ahead that appeared to be lined with the rubble from the temple he had seen poking out above the treeline from his vantage point. He couldn't be sure based on the fact that the ferns and trees were so thick he couldn't even see the sky and was unable to compare but he felt that might have been on purpose so he carried on, commentating on the environment and the creatures he saw on the way.

Most notably, he saw a series of boas and pythons dangling like vines from the canopy, each one sizing him up only to realize he was not prey; they would instead seek birds for their meals. Naturally, he made a few jokes about that, relating them back to his brief encounter with Leera.

Then, as he was crouching and ducking through the underbrush to carry on through the path en route to what he assumed would be the temple in the middle of the basin, he caught the sounds of someone nearby coming in the opposite direction. They were being oddly loud like they wanted to be seen or caught!

Apache wanted to see what happened so he slipped off the trail and hid behind an oddly shaped, gnarled piece of wood that seemed to blend into a rock and had a few ferns jutting out from it. He found this to be a rather odd formation of natural elements but assumed it was part of the manufactured region of The Wilds and quickly dismissed it.

As he lay in wait to see what creature was making such a commotion up the path, he saw a rather average-sized feline dressed in safari gear on his upper half stumbling a bit as he pawed at ferns and kicked rocks. He was a light chestnut brown and cream colour, his fur long and luxurious but matted due to the humidity in the jungle. Most notably, he was nude from the waist down, his furred groin clearly visible but modest.

The feline almost immediately noticed Apache, likely due to the fact that cats were known for having keen eyesight and that Apache's red and white fur stood out against the green and brown and gray of the rocks and vegetation that surrounded him.

"Hey, you! Sir dragon! Are you sure you want to be here all alone?" He said as he pointed directly at Apache. "You don't wanna leave the pathways, that's when they get you. Or, most likely, that's what you actually want. Whatever the case, know that you're not safe there." He finished with a knowing wink, telling the dragon all he needed to know about the feline's desires.

Apache outstretched a hand and crept out from beyond the ferns. "Well that's sort of the point, isn't it? The name's Apache, by the way. Hope you don't mind the camera." He pointed to the lens between his horns. "Blogging for fun, to see what it's like to be here for the first time."

"I'm Dustafyer, or Dusty if you find it hard to pronounce." The feline said. "And first time? You are in for a treat, then! Pred or prey? Wait, you're not gonna swallow me, are ya?" He glanced up and down Apache's body, analyzing him. "Naw, I doubt I'd fit but I wouldn't be against letting you try!"

"Oh, well that's good. Could I maybe ask a few questions? Might make for a good interview segment. And to be clear, you're okay being recorded?" He stepped back and brushed himself off, clearing the debris and dirt that had clung to his knees and the underside of his tail.

Dustafyer shrugged. "Generally not my thing in regards to being filmed but I figure I can do anything to help out a fellow...prey? You didn't give me an answer, but then again if you're not pred there's not a whole lot of other options unless..." He paused to rub his chin, purring a bit as his tail flicked behind him. "Oh, you're like a wildlife researcher! I love that! Go ahead, ask away!"

Apache quickly ran through a few generic questions in his head before settling on what he figured was a great way to start. "Alright, so we're here in The Vore House wilds and I must ask, what brings you here? What role do you wish to play?"

"What role? Me, I'm prey here. I suppose I could be-" He paused to cock his head to the side. "Did you see that? The rock behind you moved!" His eyes went wide and his ears pressed to his skull.

Curious and a little unnerved, Apache glanced around to lightly prod at the mossy rock, testing it to see if maybe there was a turtle underneath it or something. It was firm as could be and didn't move so he assumed Dustafyer was seeing things. "Not likely. It's fine."

Dustafyer shook his head and rubbed his eyes before continuing. "I could be a predator in the right mood but I have to say I'd greatly prefer sliding down a long, winding gullet of soft, supple flesh. The bellies of the creatures here can be so wonderful and cozy, and the potions they feed ya ensure that you survive the encounter." He leaned in close to whisper. "Wouldn't be very fun and I doubt there'd be many repeat guests if you get me."

"Indeed, indeed. Yeah, when I first heard of this place I wasn't interested due to the ... implications of finality that came with vore but that blue and orange dragon told me about the potions and how that works; was the ignition factor in getting my tail here." Apache added, trying his best to sound professional and give his viewers something to gain from watching the video.

"Oh, Jayri? Yeah, he's one of the travelling ambassadors. Glowy guts?"

"Yeah! He, uh, gave me a quick tour through his tail but I politely declined. Wasn't in the mood to be swallowed in public even if it was just his tail maw!" Once again he found himself on the verge of a blush but suppressed it to maintain his confident blogging persona. "Kinda wish I'd taken him up on it so I knew what to expect. Now I'm just wandering around talking to others waiting to see what-"

Dustafyer hissed and backed away, lowering himself in a defensive pose. "Okay, you had to see it that time!"

"See what?" Apache asked, turning to look back at the rock. This time he got his answer and it was not something he had expected.

All at once, the rock and the ferns and the nearby tree trunks that appeared to be growing into each other were shifting in place, swirling and creaking with an ominous tone that silenced the birds and bugs in the area. A series of ferns pulled to the side to reveal a beast apparently made of wood and leaves and moss, a gryphon or dragon hybrid that had so perfectly camouflaged itself that neither Apache nor Dustafyer had seen it while standing right next to it! The quadruped creature lifted its head - a beaked mass of vines and moss with fern-like ears and rocky horns - to stand tall above them, leaf-like wings spread wide to block out the sun.

This should have been the sort of thing that scared them off or urged them to run as far as they could, but they were at The Vore House and being prey was what appealed to them so they stood their ground while feigning fear. Dustafyer in particular actually crept towards the floral beast, seemingly encouraging it to make a move while Apache backed away to ensure he got a proper view of the action.

Before either of them could speak words of encouragement or jokingly call for help, the floral beast reared up onto its hind legs and pushed out its barrel chest which appeared to be made of interwoven branches and leaves. Then, as it cried out in a ragged, tree-wrenching screech, its belly and chest unravelled before their very eyes, widening and peeling back to reveal the insides of its torso, a honey glazed tangle of moss and honeycomb!

The image of the creature's exposed insides stunned them both to the point that neither even reacted when a series of vine-like tentacles uncurled from within, its gooey, mossy length wrapping around Dustafyer's neck and waist to pull him inward!

Apache remained frozen in place, shocked at what he was seeing. Sure, he expected to be prey to some creature while he was here but he wasn't expecting something like this! He never anticipated the very vegetation to come alive in the form of a beast and attack him with vines and goopy, honey-like substances!

And yet, despite the fact that he was basically frozen in place with no idea of what to do next, he couldn't look away and thus got a great view of Dustafyer being devoured! Great viewing for his blog and even better for his own excitement which was quickly bubbling up in his loins.

"Ack! Blugh!" Dustafyer hacked and clawed at the vine around his neck, the golden, honey-like slime that coated the tentacle ensuring he failed to get any sort of grip. His eyes were wide with fake fear but he was smiling the whole time, tongue prodding out from his dark muzzle as the tentacle gave a squeeze and continued to slowly pull him into the gaping maw that was the floral beast's torso.

Given that he was just barely able to see inside, Apache did shuffle to the side and angle his head a bit to manufacture a better view. Inside the beast was an odd combination of honeycomb walls dripping the golden goo that looked like honey but smelled more like syrup or nectar, interspersed with patches of slime-covered moss and what appeared to be a softer, gentler vine that was multi-layered and pulsating to imitate belly walls. Whatever this creature truly was, its skeletal system seemed to be made of wood and bark and vines, while its skin was moss and ferns, its insides like a hive of everything meant to also imitate the guts of fauna.

It was remarkably cool to see in action but also terrifying in a way Apache couldn't identify.

Monstrous or not, the fauna beast appeared to have no ill effect on Dustafyer's mood. The feline loved every second of his slow easing into the beast's torso as shown by the broad grin on his face. The vine that had wrapped around his neck clearly wasn't as tight as it looked or he would have been choking. This made sense given the Vore House's assurance that their grounds are safe for all.

Bit by bit, the beast tugged and twisted its form, branch-like spine creaking and groaning as splinters fell off it, the vine-like ribs gaping wide as the floral, goop-covered tentacles continued to unfurl from within. Before long, a half dozen of them had wrapped around Dustafyer's ankles, wrists, waist, neck, and even one up between his legs to cradle his junk while coiling around the base of his tail! Only once each of the tentacles had gotten a grip, soaking the feline's fur from head to toes, did the floral beast fall forward to land on top of him, all four of his tree-trunk legs landing around Dusty while his gaping torso practically wrapped around him!

Each of the vine-ribs cradled Dustafyer's form to hold him in place as the tentacles yanked him off his feet, leaving him dangling beneath the floral beast. Though it was dark under the canopy and the creature's wings blocked out even more sunlight, Apache could see that Dustafyer was fully erect, his cock glistening as it was coated in the golden slime and rubbed by some of the tentacles.

Then, in a rather brisk but deliberate motion, each of the creature's ribs extended and pulled Dusty up into his torso, the tentacles yanking the last of him inside while the floral beast's body sealed itself shut once more. There was a feline tail still poking out where its belly button would be but it was slowly sucked up as the beast's body returned to appear solid, mosses and vines interlocking to form what looked like fur all along its flank while a slimy coating seeped out like syrup from a maple tree. Beneath it, a puddle of golden slime got absorbed into the dirt, turning it to mud.

"Oh, uh, shit?" Apache mumbled to himself, not sure if he was next.

The floral beast turned to him, every patch of moss-flesh and sinewy vine shifting in place until he looked more like fauna than flora, each of the vegetation-based elements growing and settling in such a way it looked more like fur and skin and wing membrane than moss and vines and bark and soil. It narrowed its gem-like eyes and grinned, every motion sounding like twisting branches and cracking bark as it did so. Then, to Apache's surprise, it spoke in a menacing croak. "Delicious."

Apache gulped and fell onto his rump, scuttling back in the dirt without taking his eyes off the beast. "Am I next?" He managed to eek out.

"No, I can only store one at a time." It assured him, then patted his moss and vine belly. "Your friend here is safe inside me. I'm Shiazo, if you're curious." He leaned in close, noticing that Apache was still filming via his head camera.

"Y-yeah, that's nice to know. That looked pretty intense, though." Apache confessed as he covered his groin, only now realizing that his own member had started to poke out from his loins.

Then came a voice from deep inside Shiazo's belly. "I'm fine!" Dustafyer called out, his voice muffled but clearly audible through the floral torso that had engulfed him. "It's nice in here!"

Such assurance - especially considering the fact that Dusty was entombed in plant matter - did assuage some of Apache's concern, allowing him to get back to his feet and once again dust himself off. "So, uh, I've never seen a creature made of...floral matter. Are you a plant-based golem or something?"

"No, I'm just the result of an experiment to remove bloodvine gone wrong. Or right. Depending on your point of view." They leaned in close to beak-preen Apache's cheek. "But if I were you I'd keep your eyes peeled in this here jungle. I'm not the only creature who stalks prey near the temple." They finished by winking, chirping, and shifting their body back into the underbrush lining the pathway, moss and vines and ferns changing colour and shape to once again perfectly blend into its surroundings.

Perfect camouflage. Apache was staring directly at Shiazo but couldn't identify what was and what wasn't the beast, even with his keen dragon eyes.

"Okay then. Well, that was interesting." He said to himself as he reluctantly carried on down the pathway, occasionally glancing back to see if he could see any trace of the floral beast behind him. He couldn't, but that only added to the atmosphere in the dense foliage of the rainforest of The Wilds.

From that point forward, he Apache remained vigilant in scouring his surroundings as he paced his way down the path. He did notice the occasional bit of rubble with runes and ancient letters carved into it the deeper he went as well as a steady increase in frequency until he came upon an altar in a clearing illuminated by beams of brilliant sunlight piercing the light fog of the jungle. The altar looked to be a place of worship for what could best be described as a serpent god made of gold, for he saw four pillars wrapped in golden scaled snakes. Each of them had the snake's head resting atop the pillar that was aimed at the raised platform between them. One of the four, the one on the far side of the altar on his right, was considerably larger and looked to have faded golden brown spots and splotches on it.

"Well, would you look at that. Four golden serpents at an altar. I bet if this was an adventure that pillar there would be the one guiding us to the next stage in the quest. Maybe I have to stand on the altar at a certain time of day to determine where a shadow fell to-" He paused as he hopped up. "-wait, maybe I've got this all wrong. Lemme check this out. After that wood dragon thing ambushed my feline friend it could pay to be very observant."

He then hopped up onto the moss and vine-covered altar, sliding his talons up and down the stone surface to make sure he wasn't going to accidentally trigger any contraptions that would result in him falling into a pit of snakes or something, even if the thought of that sent a shiver up his spine.

Nothing happened, so he stood tall on his toes, trying his best to see over the treetops in hopes of maybe getting a better view of the nearby temple or the mountain with its many waterfalls. He was fortunate enough to see much of the highlands of the rainforest region of The Wilds as well as the very tip-top of the pyramid-shaped temple but saw no evidence of anything outside of that biome. Curious, but it made sense to think that they'd have designed the place in such a way.

A sudden movement out of the corner of his eye made Apache stumble and nearly fall off the platform of the altar, his footing already weak due to the uneven grip he had on the stone and vines. Upon regaining his composure, he looked around to find the source of the movement only to see some rustling underbrush and what looked like a copper fern shifting around beyond the treeline.

He had to rub his eyes because he could no longer see the larger of the four serpent pillars, which he could have sworn was directly in front of him. Even with a cursory glance to the other three he quickly realized that they were definitely all identical pillars with the same colour, size, shape, and orientation pointing them toward the altar on which he stood.

That, combined with the shifting of the copper ferns beyond the treeline, spelled out everything he needed to know about his impending fate.

Knowing what was to come, he gulped heavily as his adrenaline started to flow. His chest heaved and his heart raced, preparing him for just about anything. In an attempt to heighten the drama, he pulled his camera off his horns and turned it so that he was taking a selfie, turning the viewfinder so he could make sure he had a good angle while he was talking into the lens.

"Alright, not sure if you all caught that, but it appears I was mistaken about what I thought was an important pillar near the altar. I'll have to review the footage if I get a chance, but man that snake looked so much like it was made of metal and rock, didn't it? No matter what happens, I want you all to know I-" Just as he was about to make a declaration of love, he saw the spade-shaped head of a bronze-scaled serpent show up in the viewfinder behind him, black tongue flicking and eyes trained on him.

He turned to face the snake only to have the serpent lunge forward with full force, striking him with enough power to knock him off his feet, camera and satchel both leaving his grip and landing next to the altar! Within a split second, the snake's body had spun Apache around three times, coiling him up and tangling with his legs and tail and arms, pinning his wings to his back in the process.

Though the strike and coil were both quite aggressive - borderline violent and even a bit offensive to the touch thanks to how deeply the snake's teeth dug into Apache's flesh through his fur - he was quite shocked to quickly realize that the constriction was more of a hug than anything else. Firm but snug. He could feel the blood being squeezed from his torso to intensify the sensations in his fingers and cheeks, but it never felt like he was going to pass out and he wasn't in pain.

Which was fortunate, because he noticed a trickle of blood seeping out from his shoulder when the snake peeled his maw full of needlepoint teeth away from him. At least, that was what he first assumed it to be; the fluid could have been saliva or blood, he couldn't tell against the red of his fur.

None of that mattered, however. He was completely smothered from shoulders to groin in a series of tight, gently undulating snake flesh, each coil squeezing in waves from one end to the other as the massive serpent pulled away to stare down at him. Apache stared the snake in his vibrant, slitted eyes, just out of range of the snake's flicking tongue. "Go on, foul beast!" He grunted, half-joking.

The snake hissed a bit and leaned in close to that both tips of his forked tongue were slapping against Apache's snout. "Well, what have we got here? Do I sssense an excited drake in my coils?" He gave another tight constriction before loosening up a bit with much of his body anchored to the altar, tail slipping up the dragon's tail to prod at his rump. "Yesss, we have quite an excited drake, which will make a lovely meal for the ssserpent god Yetzer." his every word was accented by a snakelike hiss.

"You're Yetzer?" Apache suddenly blurted out, completely dropping the facade of fear.

This took Yetzer by surprise, causing him to pull back and shake his head, eyes narrowed in disappointment. "Yes, that's me. Why? Aren't you supposed to be feigning fear?" The snake had dropped the hisssp (it's like a lisp for snakes) to speak with dignity and poise for a moment only to slip back into his persona by sliding his cheek past Apache's, whispering in his ear. "You ssshould be."

It wasn't hard for Apache to realize that he shouldn't be breaking the immersion of the scene and quickly slid back into his role as prey. He wanted to talk to the serpent a bit more, to ask a few questions as per his role as a blogger but he felt in this instance the prey moniker was more important to the atmosphere. By cringing and pulling his face away from the snake's massive, partially open and drooling maw, he feigned fear. "F-foul beast! Release me!"

"No." Yetzer hissed back, squeezing once then slithering in a coiled motion around him so that Apache was shifted in his knotted body. "I think that it's time the locals offered a sssacrifice in the form of a delicious drake meal. And if I'm not missstaken, I sense more than a bit of sexual desire coming from you!" He flicked his tongue, slowly slapping at the air near Apache's groin for confirmation.

"How dare you!" Apache growled at him, every non-constricted strand of fur standing on end. "Insult me by-" He tried to protest more only to feel a gentle prodding against his pucker in the form of Yetzer's tail attempting to worm its way into him. He shuddered a bit, delighted at the sensation, before baring his teeth and trying to bite down hard on the uppermost coil of the snake's body only to find that when the serpent flexed his scales were impenetrable.

His resistance only made Yetzer's body harder and encouraged him to apply a bit more force to the tip of his tail, bending the tip to anchor itself inside the drake's rump while squirming in circles and easing its way in deeper. "Don't resissst me, dragon! I know your desires better than you know them yourssself!" He then leaned in close again, slapping his tongue along Apache's neck, soaking the drake's fur in his viscous saliva. "And the cream-filled delights are always the best, aren't they?"

Apache did all he could to further resist but quickly discovered there was literally nothing he could do to hold off the snake's sensual advances. The coils were too tight, the scales were impenetrable, and the power of the serpent far outclassed his own. The best he could do was clench his loins to lower his tail and hopefully push Yetzer out of him. However, much to his chagrin, the slithering sensations of Yetzer's tail tip inside him were coaxing his own member from its depths, forcing his length to squeeze out between the snake's coils.

The pressure that came from the constriction and the supple muscle contractions near his junk squeezed a fairly steady flow of precum out the tip to have it seep out between Yetzer's scales and over the bulge of his well-muscled body. This gave away Apache's real intentions but that didn't stop him from struggling and resisting, biting and pulling against Yetzer's constriction.

"There'sss no need to resissst, my dragon friend." Yetzer hissed at him, only to pause and open his maw and leave it still agape as two strands of drool trickled out over his lip; oddly enough, he could still speak fluently with an open maw, as he used his windpipe to make sounds. "On sssecond thought, do struggle. It feels ssso much better that way." As he finished his sentence, his tail pulled out of Apache with a pop, leaving the dragon drooling from the rump for only a second before plugging him back up with an intensely textured, spiny hemipene tip.

Despite it being rather aggressive to the touch - Apache's rump was tickled pink by the many probing barbs that teased the underside of his tail - the entire length of serpent cock plunged deep into him with ease! The barbs splayed out, giving the dragon an overwhelming sensation of physical fulfillment as well as an internal texture unlike anything he'd felt before! The many backwards-pointed tips around the glans tickled his inner flesh by tugging and caressing him without ever stabbing, something that shocked Apache given his knowledge of reptilian phalli.

Quite the contrary, it might have been the most intensely pleasant penetration he had ever felt.

He tried to resist, to clench and grunt and push Yetzer's cock out of him but that only intensified the sharply pleasant sensations inside him and tickled his pucker from within. The combined sensations of the tight coil around him, the soft scales squeezing his cock from above and below, and the pumping sensation of Yetzer's hemipene filling him was too much to resist. With a full-bodied shudder, he squeaked and bared his teeth before allowing the budding pleasure to explode out from his groin, shooting a steamy gob of drake seed onto Yetzer's body while his rump clenched so tight it sealed his opening to ensure none of the serpent's essence escaped him.

So distracted by the pleasure that came from all three sources, he didn't even notice that Yetzer had descended so that his head was lower and had raised Apache so that he was laying - still smothered in snake coils - on the altar with his feet sticking out and cock stabbing towards the sky. He couldn't move his hands or tail or stretch out his wings, so he barely even noticed the reorientation of his body.

With cock still lodged deep inside Apache, Yetzer opened his maw wide and released the lowest coil from the drake's form, angling his lower jaw to cradle both of Apache's feet on either side of his glottis. He then took a moment to flick his tongue, deliberately slapping at the dragon's inner thighs before clamping his jaws down and hungrily walking his rows of teeth up Apache's body.

It took a few seconds for Apache to realize what was happening, and by the time he had, Yetzer had already consumed everything from the knees down. Normally he'd have resisted, kicking and writhing in protest against this predator, but the orgasmic tingling that coursed through his body had made his toes even more sensitive than normal and he instead found himself rolling his digits against the supple flesh of the snake's gullet, playing with the voluminous amounts of saliva between his toes.

Once Yetzer saw that he had his prey in a complacent, blissful state of mind, he released another coil to ensure that only the drake's upper body and shoulders remained pinned by his form. His head twisted and his maw extended wide, the soft flesh of his lower jaw cradling and guiding Apache's limbs down his throat. Despite being aggressive in many ways and possessing six rows of needlepoint teeth, Yetzer was quite gentle with his prey once he knew they were unable to escape; he didn't draw a single drop of blood, instead he used his teeth as grip, more like adhesive hooks or the barbs on a cat's tongue to keep his prey in place.

It worked. Apache could do little to nothing to pull any part of him out of Yetzer's maw - not like he wanted to in the first place. He was even complacent, perhaps even cooperative, when Yetzer used a portion of his body to wrangle his tail into his maw alongside his legs. Once he felt all three of his lower limbs sliding down the flesh that smothered him, he felt the snake's member tug and pull out, leaving his rump to leak right into the serpent's maw.

The added flavour only urged Yetzer to continue. He flicked his tongue, this time slapping its forked tip against Apache's rump and hips as he twisted and stretched his maw flesh to envelop more of the dragon's form. His gullet acted like a sleeping bag, completely wrapping itself around Apache's hips and closing by the lips, every gentle squirm or writhe coming from the dragon also forming a distinctly shaped bulge in the serpent's throat.

Only by this point - as Yetzer closed his maw over his midsection to press the drake's member against his belly - did Apache realize how much of himself he lost due to his orgasmic bliss. This made him panic a bit, squirming and writhing with increased vigour to try and resist only to quickly learn that every motion eased him in just a bit deeper. The backwards facing teeth hooked into him through his fur, prodding at his rump and belly without ever digging in enough to hurt. That combined with the soft and snug constriction of throat flesh was enough to make him hard again.

Mere minutes later and he was already prepared for a second.

This follow-up action was quickly intensified as one of Yetzer's full-bodied motions shifted the four rows of teeth on his upper jaw to come worryingly close to the underside of the drake's shaft, squeezing it in between the gums on the roof of his mouth.

"W-wow! Okay! Not what I expected." Apache groaned to himself as he threw his head back, bucking into the soft flesh of the snake's upper maw. He hadn't even noticed that, through Yetzer's jaw movements and the manipulation of his coils, he'd slid the lower end of Apache's wings into his jaw with the rest of him, ensuring there'd be no further obstructions.

Distracted or not, he did catch a glimpse of his camera still laying on the ground next to the altar, filming his gradual descent into the snake's gullet. This gave him an idea and he was able to pull one of his hands out from between his belly and Yetzer's upper jaw, reaching out to grab the camera to get one final selfie shot.

Without missing a single beat, he smiled up into the camera as he aimed the shot down the gullet with him. "Well, guys! Looks like this might very well be the end of me for today!" He paused to grunt and buck his hips, rubbing his cock against the soft flesh just beyond Yetzer's jaws; he had been gulped enough so that even the very tip was deeper than the farthest back of the snake's teeth. "I'll let you all know how it goes!"

And with that, Yetzer lifted him high in the sky above the altar, gullet facing upwards to let gravity do its job. He gaped his maw as wide as it could go, twisting and writhing as the Apache-shaped bulge slid down his gullet, distending each and every scale along the way. His throat walls were absolutely smothered, soaked in his saliva and a touch of dragon precum, which when paired with the weight of the drake and the slack nature of his gullet, practically let Apache slide down his neck.

All at once, Apache kept his gaze to the sky, never letting go of his camera as Yetzer's form extended and closed off above him, sealing him off from the outside world. Inside it was far more humid than it was in the jungle and oddly colder in comparison. The snake's flesh - which squeezed him in place and forced him to slide downward more and more thanks to a series of muscle contractions, kept him prone and cozy without being too tight. He knew he could move around, shift his limbs and squirm in place to press out against the serpent god's belly scales with ease, but doing so felt sluggish and was taxing to his body.

His camera did provide a bit of light but it was smeared and distorted due to how claustrophobic the environment was, refracted by every gob of saliva and belly juices that coated them both. All he could see was the writhing mounds of mauve flesh squeezing in against his cheeks and body until a final, full-bodied swallow forced him so deep that everything went dark.

The gurgle of an encroaching belly and the steady throb of a nearby heartbeat were all-encompassing, completely overtaking his every emotion and thought. He knew he should have panicked - he couldn't breathe, after all - but once he gasped and inhaled some of the saliva by mistake he found it to be rather relaxing. Transcendent, in fact.

Flesh smothered his every strand of fur and every joint and part of his body, holding him snug as his mind entered a semi-lucid state. It wasn't long at all before he felt like dissipating into foam as the softness entombing him became one with him.

Some hours later, he was woken by the constricting retches of the snake's belly trying to heave him back up. In his semi-lucid state, he had theorized that he was digested or absorbed but the fact that he was still whole assured him no such thing had happened.

Must have just been a side effect of whatever it was that put him under.

Before he could regain his orientation inside, his entire body was forced to jet its way back up through Yetzer's throat only to be spat back up in a puddle of golden fluid in a hospital arena that he immediately identified as the one he saw near the entrance of The Wilds. His vision was blurry thanks to the saliva that coated him from head to toes, but he could see that it was night time and the moon was out.

All around him were dozens of other prey items who must have been consumed throughout the day. He saw Shiazo next to an amber puddle and Dustafyer as well as the red squirrel and the gryphon, only now the red squirrel was tiny compared to the others. They were next to a black and white male gryphon, but that was only a small sampling of the many combos of predator and prey that filled the arena. Furthermore, Apache saw that Yetzer had been kind enough to grab his satchel en route.

Once he fully recovered and regained his alertness post regurgitation, he felt the need to inquire about consent in the Wilds concerning the sex that had happened largely against his wishes. Well, he acted like it was against his wishes but he didn't know how Yetzer could be sure he was okay with it considering they had just met and hadn't had time to establish tells and safe words.

As it turned out, Yetzer - as well as all the other predators that worked for The Vore House - were given an empathy enchantment that allowed them to know and read their 'victims' more deeply and thoroughly. It wasn't mind reading but was there to ensure they knew their prey's true intent and desires; if they truly were uncomfortable with something they'd shift the scene to be something else. But if they - like Apache - feigned fear but really loved what was happening, they'd continue.

It was brilliant, and while the dragon was skeptical of its effectiveness, he did concede that it worked because he truly did love everything Yetzer had done to him, sexual or voracious.

After the park shut down for the night, Apache finished his blog post by enthusiastically recommending the Vore House of Klyneth to all his watchers - at least those who wanna try something new and unique without any fear. Once he was done, he skipped through the footage he'd taken inside Yetzer and found that he was comfortably curled up in the fetal position within the snake's belly as a gloriously guttural ambiance permeated the audio track, which would make for wonderful B-roll.

He submitted this file to Leera and the Chief Operations Officer Foxifly to ensure there was nothing they didn't approve of. They cut out the parts they didn't want being posted - mostly the few snippets of other guests asking for him to not record them - and gave the rest of the raw footage back.

From there, he was able to edit together an hour-long episode - one of his longest ever - ending with him in Yetzer while using a voice-over of his recommendation monologue overlaid on the image of him snuggling against the serpent's belly walls. It was a very good episode and easily one of his favourite excursions.

As it turned out, it was one of the most popular videos on his blog, too. Over a million views in a matter of weeks. It appeared that more people were at least curious about vore than he ever thought.

Apache couldn't disappoint his fans! Naturally, he scheduled another trip to Klyneth to try out some other forms of vore at his first opportunity. This time he wanted to explore more of The Wilds.

Little did he know that the black and white gryphon predator - named Ceylon - had watched the blog and had devious plans for him. Only time would reveal his fate.