Originally posted on FA on Oct 29th, 2016 02:38 PM

Some human on furry vore! Not something one sees too often.

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A friendly, cozy atmosphere permeated the small tavern. Small groups of travelers clustered around tables, laughing and drinking in flickering cast light from candles set up around the room. People came together here, whether battle-hardened adventurers passing through and looking for someone to share stories with, or old friends from the local town spending the evening together. A rather portly bartender stood at one end of the bar, idly cleaning a glass as he surveyed his small kingdom, a satisfied smile on his face.

Taryn's Invisible Eye made her aware of all of this down to the most minute detail. She saw the mouse skitter across the far edge of the room. She saw one of the tavern patrons at the table in the far corner cheating at cards. And she saw the odd and curious looks that other tavern patrons gave her.

Not that she could blame them. She was the only human here.

But she wasn't focused on any of those things; they remained in the periphery of her mind, keeping her aware of her surroundings without paying too much attention to them. Instead, she focused on the table in front of her, where her two real eyes currently pointed.

Sitting on the table was a small humanoid figure. Had she been standing at full height, rather than sitting on the table, she would have been just a bit taller than Taryn's knee. She wore no clothing, other than a coat of white fur that covered her entire body and a pair of ropes that bound her hands behind her back and her ankles together. She had a pair of tall ears that pointed straight up from her head and a white, fluffy ball of a tail -- like a rabbit.

A large hand came down next to Taryn as Fang leaned over her. The male wolf looked down at her with a goofy grin. He would tower over her even when they both stood, so from Taryn's current sitting position, he looked enormous. He wore nothing on the upper half of his body, giving ample opportunity to view powerful muscles flexing beneath his brown fur. He rested his weight on the table.

"So," Fang asked. "Are you gonna do it?"

Taryn looked back at the small rabbit. She noticed that the creature seemed to pay special attention to Taryn's mouth.

She had probably never seen a "muzzle" like Taryn's before, and it only made sense that that was the part of her that the rabbit would find interesting.

Taryn shook her head. "I can't."

"Sure you can!" This voice was female, and came from a black-furred feline who leaned back in her chair, her large footpaws propped up on the table. "Seriously, they're delicious. Didn't you say you wanted to experience local culture? You can't say that you have if you haven't sampled our food!"

Taryn tapped her fingers on the table. The rabbit seemed a little bit more nervous, now, though Taryn avoided looking directly at it. "I feel like this is a bit different, Silk." Taryn turned to the last person at the table. "Come on, Flora, back me up here!"

The gray anthropomorphic rabbit took a sip of her tea. "They have a point, Taryn. You can hardly say you really experienced our region if you don't try the main staple of our diet. Besides, that food you brought with you will run out sooner or later."

Taryn huffed. "But isn't she your own kind?"

Flora shook her head. "She is not my kind. I understand the superficial similarities, but look at the difference in size. We're not the same species." She set her tea down on the table, though she kept her hands around the warm cup. "I know that things are different where you're from, but here, the beastfolk that are this size are just meant to be food. It's their fate, and our nature."

"But still... you don't eat these little guys, right?"

Flora simply took another sip of tea.

Taryn's eyes widened. During the week since she had come here and had joined with the small group of adventurers, she had seen Fang and Silk eat a number of these smaller beast folk. But Flora too? "I thought you were a vegetarian," Taryn said.

"I am, mostly, by biology." Flora responded. "But protein is protein. It takes my stomach a bit longer to work through one of them, but I do indulge in meat every once in a while."

Taryn shuddered at the reference to the small person as "meat."

"Don't you eat animals where you come from?" Silk asked.

"Yes, of course, but it's not the same! Our animals don't... look like us." She regarded the small rabbit from the corner of her eye. Other than the size and color of their fur, there really wasn't a lot of difference between the tiny female and Flora.

"So you're saying that if your meat were cuter, you wouldn't eat it?" Fang asked. "Or is that why you kill it first and cut it into strips, so you don't have to look at it?"

She wasn't sure how to answer that.

"Just look at her," Fang said. "Really look at her, and then tell me she isn't food."

Taryn swallowed hard, and then did what she had been trying to avoid: she looked straight at the little rabbit.

She was a tiny figure, petite and slender, even proportionally. Her shoulders shifted as she adjusted her bound hands, and her tiny nose twitched without stop. She sat on her bottom on the table, her knees pulled up towards her chest, which Taryn could see rise and fall with each frightened breath.

And Taryn saw it. She saw what she had been trying not to see since the first time she had looked at the little rabbit tonight, what she had been trying not to see every time Silk and Fang came back from "hunting" with a number of the little humanoids to snack on:

The rabbit looked delicious.

She couldn't quite place why. She didn't know why this tiny, living creature looked so... appetizing. All she knew was that every movement the rabbit made somehow screamed "prey."

The rabbit must have seen something in Taryn's eyes, because she suddenly looked frightened, shrinking back and hunching up her shoulders.

Taryn brought a hand up to wipe her mouth, and realized that it had started watering.

She suspected that the latent magical field that covered the region had something to do with it. It was one of the phenomenon that, as a mage, Taryn had come here hoping to study. Some people believed that if you lived in the region long enough, you would become one of the beastfolk; Taryn didn't believe that, but perhaps the magic field had started to imbue her with some predatory instinct.

"Well?" Silk asked.

Taryn swallowed some of her excess saliva, though her mouth immediately started making more. "Y-you're right," she finally said. "I can't explain it -- not yet, anyway -- but she... she looks like food."

"I knew it!" Silk clapped her hands and lifted her paws from the table, letting the wooden chair fall back to the floor with a loud thud. "So? Are you going to try it?"

Taryn hesitated.

"Look," Fang said, "even in the short time we've known you, you've been a good friend to us, and you've been far more accepting of our culture than any other human we've met. We're not going to force you to do anything. But, fair warning, if you don't eat this," he motioned at the rabbit, "I will, so it's not like you're sparing it from its fate or anything."

Taryn nodded. She believed that Fang would make good on that promise. She looked back at the rabbit.

That same predatory sensation filled her. What would it feel like to give in? To have the little creature squirming in her grasp, struggling to flee. To feel it sliding down her throat, falling into her stomach. The thought both frightened and excited her. She was here to learn about the local culture. Could she really turn away now and never have tried this important aspect of it?

Taryn took a deep breath. "I'll do it."

"Great!" Silk said, and the others at the table smiled.

"Alright, here goes nothing."

Taryn reached out and took the rabbit gently in her hands, one hand around the small creature's back and shoulders, the other cupping her thighs. She pulled the rabbit forward, into her lap.

The rabbit struggled, but the bonds held her tight. She could do little more than squirm in the human's grip.

Taryn brought the rabbit's head close to her mouth. She closed her eyes and breathed in her prey's scent. She could smell the fear, the adrenaline. The scent was intoxicating.

Soft lips parted, then pressed against the rabbit's head. Taryn felt her teeth brush fur.

She could back out now. She could change her mind about all this -- set the rabbit down, walk out of the tavern, rent passage with a trade caravan, and return to the human world. She could forget any of this had happened.

Instead she opened her mouth wider and pushed the rabbit's head inside.

It wasn't a matter of flavor. The sensation of fur against her tongue felt as unusual as she had expected, like biting down on a fur coat. And yet it didn't feel unpleasant. In fact, she found herself licking over the rabbit's face, and she wasn't sure if that was to better taste her or to make her wiggle more. She felt the long ears tease her uvula, but she didn't gag.

However, the rabbit's head filled her entire mouth, which already felt like it had been forced open as wide as she possible. How was she ever going to get the entire thing inside her?

One part at a time, she told herself. Shoulders next.

She pushed on the rabbit's lithe frame, and her shoulders butted up against the sides of Taryn's mouth. She released a small, muffled noise, then tried to push them inside. Her lips strained, and she changed her angle to try again. With a pop, one of the rabbit's shoulders slipped into her mouth, and the other quickly followed. She felt the rabbit's head push into her throat.

The rabbit squirmed harder, trying ineffectively to kick her bound legs. Taryn held them in place with one hand, while using the other to cup the rabbit's hips and push her in deeper.

The rabbit's chest was the next barrier, but it was easy compared to the shoulders: much more malleable. Her teeth and tongue soon squeezed that obstacle inside, and now the rabbit was halfway in, her fluffy tail tickling Taryn's nose.

Taryn's teeth scraped across the fur of the rabbit's stomach, but then stopped as she reached the next difficult part: the hips.

She suspected that this might be it. The rabbit's wide hips posed a formidable obstruction, and Taryn's jaw already ached. Her lips formed a seal around the rabbit's arms and waist, and she wasn't sure how much further they could stretch. She released a helpless mewl of a sound.

Silk jumped up. "Do you need help?"

Taryn nodded.

"In or out?"

Taryn considered. The rabbit squirmed like crazy in her throat. What would she feel like when she reached her stomach?

She pointed to her abdomen. In.

Silk put a hand on the rabbit's rear end and gave a test push. The rabbit wiggled, and the hips squeezed against Taryn's lips, but it didn't make any progress.

"Okay," Silk said. "I'm gonna push hard. You ready?"

Taryn nodded.

"Alright, here I go." Silk braced herself against the table with her free hand, and then threw all her weight into the arm pushing on the rabbit.

Taryn felt a loud pop somewhere in her jaw, and pain stabbed through her. She let out a muffled shout, doubling over, her eyes filling with tears.

"By the goddess, I am so sorry!" Silk leaned down, and Fang and Flora both leaned forward as well. "Are you okay?"

Taryn considered. Her jaw pounded, and it felt like she had split her lip in one spot. But the pain had already started to subside, and more importantly, the rabbit's hips were now nestled firmly inside her mouth, bulging out her cheeks.

She tried to say "I'm okay," but the words came out muffled. So she gave her friends a thumbs up, then wiped the tears from her eyes. She leaned against the table with one arm and brought her right hand up to her throat.

She could actually feel the rabbit wiggling inside. It was still trying to escape, even with peristalsis pulling it inexorably downward. Taryn thought she could make out frightened squeaks and noises.

Ready to finish this, Taryn tilted her head back and swallowed. The rabbit's bound legs slid into her mouth like noodles. She kept her fingers on her throat, feeling the bulge move downward and disappear.

With her throat suddenly free, Taryn gasped, working her aching jaw. "Ow." She said, rubbing her chin with one hand. "How do you guys do this all the time?"

"So?" Silk asked, her expression eager. "What did you think?"

Taryn looked down at herself. She could see the slight outward bulge beneath her robes, similar to the one she sometimes saw on Silk after she ate (Fang was usually too big to show it at all.) She had actually done it: she had eaten an entire living thing, just swallowed her whole like she had been nothing but meat. No, correction: she was nothing but meat, now: her stomach would make sure of that. She could still feel the small rabbit squirming around inside her, though she imagined that wouldn't last too much longer.

She looked up at the others and smiled. "It felt... nice."

"See!" Silk grinned. "I told you!"

"Yes, yes, you did," Taryn said. "I would never have imagined doing anything like this back home. Urgh... I feel so full, though!" She leaned back in her chair, one hand resting on her distended stomach. "I am not used to eating things this large." She let out a long breath.

Fang smiled. "You get used to it. So does this mean you'll be eating with the rest of us from now on? Or will you go back to the food you brought with you?"

Taryn ran her hand across her stomach. She hadn't even been sure this would be possible -- and she hadn't figured on doing it more than once even if it was. But now, as she felt her prey struggling to escape inside her...

"Maybe," she said. "I may need to figure out a spell to work out this issue with my jaw. And I (urp) may need to work up to eating something this large in one sitting. But you're right that I'm going to run out of rations sooner or later." Taryn smiled. "And after all, it would be wrong of me to live down here and not experience the local culture, right?"

Silk grinned. "That sounds right to me."