Title:           Dog Food (OV, unwilling, gnoll/human)
Author:          dzamie
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First Edit:      Monday 16th of January 2017 06:41:22 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Tuesday 17th of January 2017 06:28:23 PM CDT

>the "floor," if you could even call it that, sinks with each step as your team made your way across
>you were a bit fuzzy on the details of why you were doing this
>willingly entering a dragon's stomach?
>you try to convince yourself again this is a dream
>...and fail
>all this time and you guys still haven't even found the artifact you went in for in the first place
>speaking of which...
>the monsters you've been sent to "exterminate" have thinned dramatically
>to the point where the team has started to have to hunt them down
>you offer to go off to search for the damned thing yourself
>they agree, making a snide comment about your "uselessness" in battle
>apparently they're imperceptive enough that even they fall for your stealth
>all those backstabs and crippling strikes unappreciated
>you walk past a pile of dead... gnolls
>how they even survived in here is beyond you
>same with the dea- well, re-dead skeletons over there
>suddenly, something grabs your ankle and you trip
>you twist, but in hardly a second, you're on the... "ground" with the wind knocked out of you
>the fall was soft, uncomfortably so
>under your back, wet squishy dragon gut
>atop your front, damp fur
>a paw clamps over your mouth, and your vision fills with a hyena-like gnoll snout
>"mouth near neck. you quiet, no stab, you live. you yell, I bite. yes?"
>a surprisingly feminine tone
>all the gnolls the team had killed were male, you thought
>then again, you clearly didn't kill her
>you nod, carefully reaching to draw your knife
>a sudden pain erupts in your forearm
>looking down, you see her kneeling hard on you
>she snarls at you
>"BITE. no stab, you quiet, you live."
>you nod again
>if she's not going to kill you, why-
>something warm and wet slaps against your face
>pink fills your view, you can see her teeth at the edges of your vision
>she yanks you up towards her, and your vision darkens
>her jaws press lightly around your head as she exhales
>you reflexively pull back from the smell of whatever she'd been eating down here
>the gnoll's paws tense around your shoulders, dragging you towards the back of her mouth
>the now-dull pain in your arms fades when she moves again, letting your arms free to lift them away from the dragon's stomach
>you feel points of pressure at the back of your neck where she rests her fangs against your skin
>the grip around your head tightens, forcing your face against the slobbering tongue
>good thing you already weren't going to shout
>you probably wouldn't be able to anymore
>one of her paws leaves your shoulder and rests against your chest
>it drags down your front, and a ripping sound joins the constant squishing noises from the dragon's gut and the gnoll's putrid mouth
>is she...
>the gnoll takes advantage of your surprise and manages to slip your shirt off, baring your chest and back to the stale air
>she shoves her head down, and you're treated to a glimpse down her throat
>with her paws presumably still on your ripped shirt, you bring your hands up against her furry chest and shove
>nothing happens
>her tongue presses firmly against your face as she swallows, squeezing your head into a tight, fleshy tunnel
>the gnoll laps at your chest, batting your hands down back against your sides
>another gulp, and you feel the sides of her jaws around your shoulders
>her teeth press firmly at your front and back, then she pulls back, lifting you up further
>she stops straddling you and raises you completely off the dragon's gut
>the gnoll pulls her head back, and you slip in up to your hips
>the sound of another heartbeat thumps by your head
>everything above your elbows is crammed together in her hot, wet throat
>apparently big enough to eat you, but unlike the dragon, too small to do so comfortably
>well, "comfortably"
>you kick your legs, hoping to discourage her from continuing, or maybe dislodge yourself
>one foot connects with an arm, and she draws back, then presses her teeth against your exposed flesh
>they are far closer to your pride and joy than you'd like
>you try to squirm about in discomfort, but her strong throat slows you to the slightest of wiggles
>you feel a paw, damp with warm stomach juices, on each side of your waist before they slide down
>taking your clothes with them
>wait, no
>your underwear stayed put
>well golly gee, reckon you should thank her for letting you keep a shred of dignity
>as she FUCKING DEVOURS YOU ALIVE
>you give a few half-hearted kicks as she slips your pants over your feet
>and are rewarded by losing your shoes as well
>fuck
>the gnoll grasps your legs and lifts them up, in line with the rest of your body
>her next swallow seems longer, and it ends in your head being forced into a relatively open chamber
>naturally, you take a deep breath in the stale air, straining your lungs against her constricting gullet
>it's remarkably similar to the smell outside the gnoll in the dragon
>which means you're already used to it
>it's a strange thought
>your focus breaks when you notice the she-beast is licking at your crotch
>it is in her mouth, after all, but still
>another swallow sends rings of muscle up your body, gravity aiding in letting about up to your elbow
>you could swear you hear her giggle as the last of your body still clothed is pressed tightly against the slick walls of her gullet
>you tell yourself there's nothing to be concerned about
>it's just a natural biological response to a fearful situation and/or physical stimulation
>you most certainly aren't enjoying having to trust the stomachs of TWO predators to avoid death
>even if they're both female
>while reassuring yourself, the gnoll manages to finish off the rest of you
>you're forced to curl up as your knees and legs exit the wringer of her throat
>and just like that, you're in a belly
>again
>what a day
>"you live, yes? listen. I speak why I eat you"
>the gnoll's voice is muffled, but you can make out her broken sentences
>"I find magic thing many moons ago. find on dead snake man. if one has magic thing, live things no die when eat"
>"I has magic thing on neck. big dragon eat me. now I and she has magic thing! I has magic thing, you no die"
>you move around in her cramped stomach, continuing to fail at getting comfortable
>you ask her why she ate you if not for food
>"big escape plan! I play you, I and other humans escape dragon, I go away and un-eat you, I go away more to remaining tribe"
>"you help, I tell gnolls not kill you! you scream, I throw magic thing and eat for real, yes?"
>admittedly, it's a clever plan
>you finally find a way to rest that isn't entirely terrible
>"yes! I smart, just not know human words. gnoll words very good! human words not"
>"human. you name and other humans names? other humans think I not you, escape no work and I no need magic thing"
>you make out a few ripping sounds over the churning of her gut and her heartbeat
>dressing the part, likely
>well, your name or your life...
>you tell her your name and the names of your team
>"yes? yes. you quiet, I escape"
>if only you had your knives right now
>your team buys her story of an unseen polymorph trap
>...in the middle of a dragon's stomach
>and that the *pendant* you'd been searching for was around her *wrist*
>you consider taking your chances with the gnoll
>language barrier aside, your team is clearly 80% idiots
>you are, of course, the remaining 20%
>unseen by you, they manage to climb back out the dragon's throat somehow without falling into deadly acid
>well, not deadly, seeing as the gnoll was right about the artifact
>"You lost a human and picked up a gnoll?"
>somehow, the dragon's voice seemed to pierce the muscle and fat surrounding you
>"Well, I did say you could keep what you found... thank you again. You were useful and tasty; I wouldn't much mind a repeat visit."
>the gnoll's belly jostles around you as the team starts walking out of the dragon's cave
>she tells them she's going to wash the dragon acids out of her fur
>the team's fighter asks for the amulet
>you prepare to thrash around and hope your team notices the moment the acids sting
>"neck thing on wrist, yes? yes, you has. I no take team thing"
>oh, right, she lied about that
>after a while, the sound of rushing water hits your ears and you wake from a nap you didn't notice you were taking
>the already cramped stomach convulses around you again and again
>finally, your head is pushed back into the predator's throat
>going back up, her muscles violently yank at you, jerking you along
>the cool air feels frigid compared to the hot insides of her body, and the stream she's standing in doubly so
>as soon as you're out, you practically leap to the shore, shivering
>the gnoll looks at you and strips off her- no, your clothes
>"you cold?"
>she walks over, hands them to you, and wraps her arms around you
>her fur is wet from the river as well, but there's warmth behind it
>"thank. you save life"
>after you stop shivering quite so bad, you sit down, still huddled by her, and ask her for the amulet
>"hmm... magic thing not real magic thing, bad? team think team has magic thing. magic good, or thing good?"
>come to think of it, you don't know if her pendant is THE pendant
>the dragon might've just swallowed yet one more bit of jewelry
>you ask what she's planning
>"I have magic thing. one: I go away, you see me, I eat you with magic thing? two: one, and 'gnoll curse' stay for day or two more"
>she crouches by your legs, lifting them in still-damp paws
>"you enjoy, yes? I eat leg, say stop and I stop"
>wait, what?
>she plunges her head downward, and the warmth of her mouth envelops your feet and a good portion of your shins in one go
>maybe this is some strange gnoll thing
>her eyes flick up to you as she laps at your legs, helping coat them in thick slobber
>you're reminded oddly of a dog licking a new stranger's hand
>except, well, more
>she swallows, much smaller than the first time
>her warm throat seems luxurious compared to the cold water you were just in
>another gulp, and your feet vanish entirely from view
>her slow, panting breaths waft out around your knees and between your thighs
>all you have to do is say "stop"
>and you can go back to the group
>who will probably berate you for "not detecting that polymorph trap"
>and then laze about for a few days because they told the noble it'd take weeks, not days, to find the pendant
>the gnoll shuffles forward on her paws and knees, and you unthinkingly straighten your legs to fit more easily in her mouth
>looking over her back, you notice her furry tail, waving back and forth
>just a simple word, and everything's back to normal
>you look down at your clothes in your arms
>then at the gnoll slowly, carefully devouring your legs
>you put the clothes on the ground
>she'll need them once she's finished with you
 
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