In a world where magic and fantastical creatures were the norm, an unlikely trio found themselves entangled in a rather peculiar situation. Zennethe, a tiny 3-inch tall girl with fiery red hair that cascaded down to her ankles, vibrant orange eyes, and a pair of delicate fox ears perched atop her head. A fluffy red fox tail swayed gracefully behind her as she moved. Her small stature allowed her to slip in and out of trouble with ease, and her fox-like features only added to her charm.
Paws, on the other hand, was a towering 5-foot tall male neko with striking sky-blue hair and a pair of captivating heterochromia eyes—one red, one blue. His feline features, combined with his enigmatic aura, made him an object of fascination among the magical beings of their realm.
Cirie, a goddess of vore, had short, tousled red hair, red eyes, and a set of majestic arch-mage robes that concealed her dragon-like tail. Her own cat-like ears and charming red whisker markings on her cheeks only added to her eccentric appearance.
One sunny afternoon, as the warm breeze rustled through the trees, Cirie couldn’t resist the temptation to play a prank on her diminutive friend, Zennethe. She had devised a clever spell, intending to bind Zennethe temporarily and conceal her within a magical sandwich. The thought of watching Paws’ reaction as he took a bite of the sandwich, unknowingly missing Zennethe by a hair’s breadth, filled Cirie with giddy excitement.
With a mischievous grin on her face, Cirie executed the spell. Zennethe suddenly found herself wrapped in a shimmering, translucent layer of magic. Her miniature form, complete with her fox ears and fluffy red fox tail, barely fit inside the palm of Cirie’s hand, but her fiery spirit burned brighter than ever.
Paws, wandering through the enchanted forest, soon stumbled upon the enticing aroma of the sandwich Cirie had enchanted. The male neko’s nostrils flared as the tantalizing scent beckoned him closer. His stomach rumbled with hunger, and he reached out to grab the sandwich.
Unaware of the magical prank that had just transpired, Paws took a hefty bite, his sharp teeth just barely grazing the magical barrier surrounding Zennethe. The tiny girl with her fox ears and tail felt the sandwich compress around her as Paws’s bite stopped a mere centimeter away from her tiny body.
Cirie watched in a mix of excitement and trepidation as Paws chewed, the realization slowly dawning on her that Zennethe was inside the sandwich. She knew that her prank had nearly complete.
Paws, chewing thoughtfully, suddenly paused and tilted his head, his red and blue heterochromia eyes narrowing in suspicion. He could have sworn he felt something unusual within the sandwich, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
As Zennethe’s heart raced inside the enchanted sandwich, her voice sealed away by Cirie’s magic. She looked up at Paws, who had shrugged off the suspicions before and lifted the sandwich back up to his open maw.
The tiny girl’s eyes widened as she realized her predicament. She had almost been eaten, and her captor had gotten away with it.
Just as Paws’ razor-sharp canines closed around the edge of the sandwich she’d feel the bite she was part of fall loose into the neko’s maw. Cirie would quitely giggle to herself, watching from afar as Zennethe was moments from being swallowed by the unaware neko.
The tiny red-haired girl’s fate now rested entirely in the paws of Paws. She stared down his throat, unable to believe that she was about to be devoured by her friend.
The tiny, muffled sound of Zennethe’s voice calling out Paws’s name, too quiet to escape Cirie’s magic. The neko would let out a satisfied moan as this bite seemed especially delicious. Paws would swallow it down sending Zennethe on a one way trip to her friend’s stomach.
Paws swallowed, and Zennethe felt the world spin around her as she was plunged into the neko’s dark, empty stomach. It was an odd sensation, the walls and floors were squishy and warm. They moved with her friend’s breaths and soon the last bit of the sandwich would tumble into the stomach with her. Paws let out a satisfied sigh as he rubbed the small bulge on his belly.
Inside Paws’s stomach, Zennethe found herself trapped, the magical barrier still clinging to her and the walls pressing in around her.
Cirie watched Paws closely, eager to see how the neko would react. To her surprise, the male neko didn’t seem to be phased by his unexpected meal.
Zennethe struggled against the magical barrier, desperately trying to escape her entrapment, but it was no use. A loud gurgle would ring out from within the neko’s stomach as digestion set in.
Zennethe looked up, staring into the darkness of the neko’s stomach as the digestive juices began to creep up around her. She could hear her own heartbeat thundering in her chest, and she could feel her clothes beginning to dissolve.
Paws rubbed his tummy again, not realizing his friend was trapped within. “What a delicious sandwich,” he mused. “I wonder what kind of meat it was?”
With a smirk, Cirie remained hidden. Her plan was going perfectly.
As the magical sandwich began to dissolve, Zennethe was consumed by a feeling of helplessness. She could feel her limbs being melted away as the powerful acids devoured her flesh.
Suddenly, the realization that she was being digested dawned on her. She was being turned into food. Her body was being broken down and absorbed into the neko’s system, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
A sense of panic washed over her, and she cried out, but her voice was muffled by the magic.
Paws was enjoying a nice, relaxing nap completely unaware of his friend’s predicament.
Zennethe tried to think back to her life before all this had happened, but the memories were already starting to fade. She could no longer remember what it was like to be outside the neko’s body. It didn’t hurt… but she was feeling less and less solid each time the hungry neko’s stomach kneaded her like a piece of digesting meat.
Eventually, the walls pressed in even closer, and Zennethe could feel herself getting pulled into the stomach. She struggled against the suction, but her strength was failing.
Zennethe’s body dissolved into the neko’s acidic juices, her bones melting away into a slurry of undigested food. Her thoughts and memories faded away until she couldn’t even remember her own name.
With a content sigh, the neko would sleep peacefully, a smile on his face and a small bulge where his stomach had digested Zennethe.
Cirie giggled to herself, having finally gotten away with her prank. The goddess would watch over the sleeping neko, her work finally done.
Zennethe had been a tiny girl with fox-like features, but now, she was no more.
Cirie, the goddess of vore, would return to her domain.
…
A few hours later the neko would awaken from his name, letting out a belch. Though embarrassed he would feel something between his teeth. A tiny collar with a sky blue paw dangling from it… the name on it?
Zennethe’s.
He’d realize, the sandwich was more than a simple sandwich. The neko would be saddened at the loss of his friend. But he’d keep the collar with him. Reminding himself of his very special kitsune for the rest of his days.