Big guys have big appetites. And both Jem and Sol happen to be particularly huge and hefty fellas. Feeling peckish, the duo decide to descend upon a local open-air market to see what they can scrounge up for breakfast...

So... SolAxe draws absolutely amazing pictures. Particularly ones with an emphasis on vore. I happen to like those kinds of pictures! I got one and... decided to write some words to go with it! So here goes.

Hope you enjoy!

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Snack Attack
By: RaddaRaem

The low din of chatter echoed between the well worn walls of the alleyway. A sea of shoppers, human and furry alike, bumped and jostled against one another as they perused the wares of the countless stands that flanked them.

Thoom

Rhythmic, distant, and out of sync quakes shook the earth. With little urgency the vendors behind the stands reached out to steady their wobbling potion vials, swinging meat hooks, and the tunics flailing on their clothes lines.

THOOM

Splinters tumbled down from the wooden rafters that barely managed to block out the early morning sun. The mass of meandering bargain hunters stumbled into one another and managed to remain standing only by virtue of how closely they were packed together.

DOOOOM

The rhythmic quakes came to an abrupt halt as shadows swallowed up the opposite ends of the alleyway. And its inhabitants. Awestruck and trembling shoppers tilted their heads back to take in the sources of the shade. Nervous shrieks and yells sounded out when their eyes finally adjusted to the hulking rough collie who had firmly wedged his hips between the buildings that comprised the alley. One end of it, anyway. The screaming continued unabated when their gazes lurched to the opposite end of the alley only to behold an equally imposing kangaroo. Raucous creaks and groans echoed out from the ancient structures lining the streets as cracks formed throughout the plaster and lumber that comprised them. The ruinous crash of windows blowing out, walls collapsing, and roofs caving in sounded out the death knell of the buildings that dared to try and contain the two colossi. Smoking piles of rubble left both the collie and kangaroo unimpeded.

"Now just to be clear," Jem rumbled while he twiddled his fingers along his gut. "The rules are?"

The barely ankle high individuals caught between them struggled to do anything other than cower. Bloated toes blocked their primary exits and the collapsing buildings leaned into one another like dominos. Whatever side streets remained were far too narrow to navigate.

"Snacking, no stomping. This is an eating contest after all," Sol replied with a lick of his lips.

The rough collie nodded and squeezed at his growling stomach. "First to empty their half wins." Eyebrows half lidded, he hmmed aloud as the bunched together tinies struggled to flee.

"On your mark..." the lemony kangaroo counted down as his jaws parted wide.

"Get set..." Jem answered as he hunched over and wiggled his fingers.

"Go!" they both shouted in unison over the screams of the shoppers turned snacks.

Tail wagging, the displaced air peeling back shingles off of the lopsided roofs behind him, Jem reached out towards the crowded masses. It was all part of the strategy. Grabbing up one squirming and wriggling handful after another, he stuffed them between his saliva soaked lips and loudly smacked them shut. Lolling about that massive pink muscle, the flailing shoppers bounced against his teeth as as they came to be acquainted with the dank, dark, and humid interior of the canine’s maw. Muffled no no nos and pleading protests could be heard carrying through those puffed out cheeks when that tongue tilted up at an angle. Brows arched, Jem hmmed in delight as he tilted his head back and swallowed hard. If he focused on the stalls first that would free up more room for the tinies to mill about. Which meant he would then have to spend more time corralling them together to be scooped up. Speed was the name of the game here.

The rough collie pounded at his chest as the bulging mass of humanity slowly slid his throat. Guided along by streams of spit the countless shoppers streaked along the dark pink glotal muscles that constricted around them before emptying out into Jem's stomach. They enjoyed a seconds long freefall, punctuated by disbelieving shrieks, before splashing into his stomach. Struggling to tread water, the tinies found themselves lost among a lightless sea.

Sol smirked and remained resolute in his pursuit of a much more nuanced approach. Curling his clawed fingers around the nearest wooden shop stand, tapestries fluttering amongst its hanging rods, the kangaroo hoisted it up and carefully slid it into his mouth pried open wide. With a flick of his thick tongue he pressed it against the inside of a cheek and contentedly sucked away at it. Awash in saliva, the shop and its trembling shopkeep came to be rolled back and forth between the kangaroo's gums and a slick wall of flesh. The combination of pressure and spit gradually broke down stand and its owner into nothing more than a mush barely distinguishable from the saliva sloshing in his mouth. With a faint glurking swallow, Sol all but absorbed his first serving directly into his maw while leaving his stomach unfilled. Pacing. It was all about pacing himself.

Able to breath easily once more, Jem's cheeks puffed out as he stifled an earth shaking belch. Rolling his tongue along his teeth, knocking free the various articles of clothing that had gotten caught amongst them, he entertained the notion of spitting them back out. Mmff. No. No... that was as good as cheating. He'd eat everything before him without exception. Cupping his hands beneath his gut, the rough collie thrummed his fingers against it. The faint and ticklish sensations of the few survivors sloshing about in there subsided as he knocked free their holds against his stomach lining.

"Slowing down there?" Sol teasingly mumbled between a mouthful of food. Cheeks lumpy and puffed out, his saliva soaked lips slurped and smacked together noisily before the kangaroo compressed his latest helping of humans into a slush mixed among his spit.

Jem snorted in response. "You wish." With gusto, the collie stuffed his face with handful after handful of furs. Gasping for air in between swallows, the canine took to flattening his servings by rolling them against the the roof of his mouth before gulping them down. All to ease their transition down into his stomach. And to his thighs.

The collie and kangaroo chuckled and shifted slightly as the advancing duo their hips and bellies came to press against one another as they packed away the calories. Whatever structures had had the poor misfortune to try and corral them in came crumbling down as the kangaroo and collie casually stomped into one another. Their appetite indulging arena all but destroyed, both Jem and Sol opted to casually sidle up to one another and pick off the stragglers. Hip to hip, paw to paw, and gut to gut, the voracious giants struggled to snack their way to victory.

Grunting, Jem lumbered through the now empty alleyway devoid of life. All that remained were the shop stands. His heaving stomach, stuffed to near bursting with hundreds of people, wriggled and jiggled as those that remained pressed against the insides of his belly. Pinching a stand between his lips, toppled vials exploding into clouds of ether, he reluctantly poked it between his lips.

"Ahhhhhhhhh," Sol loudly teased as he casually bumped his biggening belly against the collie’s own while effortlessly stuffing shack after shack down his throat. With slow and measured swallows he maintained a steady pace as the structures before his bloated toes thinnned. "Looks like I'm catching up," he teased in between glurks.

Brows furrowed, Jem hmmphed as he slurped but one of the many remaining stands, and the terrified fur dangling from it, between his sopping wet lips. "We'll see about that," he grumbled.