Wilma Swallows Samantha: COMPLETE

The first of a few stories that will be going with the Kickstarter!  Here's all the parts in one post.

Poll results are in--you want me to do Soul Vore! C: Look forward to seeing me write that tonight!

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Samantha, an anthro ice drake, smiled down at her partner Wilma, an anthro golden retriever.  “So, you want to eat me?” Samantha teased, running a finger down Wilma’s chest.  She had just gotten in the house, but had seen that her girlfriend was in a very horny mood.
“Very much,” purred Wilma, licking her lips.
“Alright then,” said Samantha.  “You’ll have to catch me first!”
The ice drake giggled and ran away.  “Get back here!” Wilma cried playfully, laughing too.  Samantha tried to maneuver away from her girlfriend, but there weren’t many places to go in their tiny apartment.  So a moment later, Wilma caught her, hugging her girlfriend from behind and picking her up off the ground.
“Ok, ok, I surrender!” Samantha said, laughing.
“You do, snack?” teased Wilma, smiling.
“I do,” replied the ice drake.  “I must admit, I can’t wait to go sliding down your throat. . .”
“Good,” said Wilma.  She turned her girlfriend around so that Samantha was facing her, and opened her maw wide.  “See ya~!”
Samantha stared inside her girlfriend’s mouth as it opened beautifully before her.  Inside was a lovely set of teeth and a tongue, both which were dripping with drool.  And behind both loomed Wilma’s throat, which foreshadowed exactly where the ice drake was about to head to. . .
The golden retriever shoved Samantha inside of her mouth, and then licked and sucked at her head, tasting it.  She had, of course, eaten her girlfriend many times before: Samantha had a nice, cool taste that tingled on her tongue, and she loved it.  But each time felt a little different, a little nicer.  And this was no exception.
Samantha savored the feeling of being bathed in spit, loving how much she was being treated like . . . well, a treat.  Then, Wilma stopped, and she was momentarily disappointed.  But it was quickly followed by a /gulp/, which sent her head into the dog’s throat.  It had begun.
Wilma smiled as the ice drake entered her esophagus; she could see and feel a big bulge in her throat now, and it was quite lovely.  Her stomach let out an impatient /grooooowl/, and she knew she had to speed up—she was hungry after all, and badly needed food in her belly!  And so, she swallowed faster.
Samantha felt her girlfriend speed up the feeding process, and she was shoved further and further down Wilma’s throat.  She could feel her body up above being tasted, but mostly there was just swallowing as she was pushed deeper in the golden retriever’s digestive system.  And below, she could hear growling. . .
Finally, she entered Wilma’s stomach with a loud /pop/, was pushed through the tight throat and into a looser space.  She smiled as she looked around: red, dripping walls surrounded her, growling and groaning, welcoming her.  This was her favorite place.  This was where she belonged.
Wilma felt her girlfriend enter her belly, and grinned.  That felt good—but she needed more food in her gut, and she needed it /now/.
So she quickly sucked in more of her ice drake love, piling up Samantha into her stomach.  Finally, she gulped in the last of her—her feet—and sent all of her girlfriend inside.
Samantha curled up in the tight, gurgling stomach, her knees pressing against her chest.  She smiled and let out a contented sigh.  “Thanks, babe,” she said to Wilma.  “This is nice.”
“I’m glad,” Wilma said, sitting down on the couch and patting her big belly.  “I was sooooo hungry!”
“I can tell!” teased Samantha.  “You didn’t even ask about my day before eating me!”
“Oh no, you’re right!” Wilma exclaimed.  “Sorry.  How was your day?”
“It was good,” the ice drake replied, shifting around inside of the stomach, “The hospital was hectic as usual, but things were fine.  But, I got an . . . interesting invitation in the mail when I checked it on the way in!”
“An invitation?” Wilma asked, curious.  “From who?”
“I’m not sure, actually,” Samantha admitted.
“What is it for?”
“For a vore and sex party at someplace called Tyranius Mansion,” the drake replied.  Wilma’s ears perked up.  “But I can’t go—I have overtime at work that night.”
“Want me to go in your place?” asked Wilma.
“You read my mind, babe,” Samantha said, grinning.
“Sounds like it’ll be a good time,” the golden retriever said, rubbing her stomach.  “At least, if all the food there is as tasty as you.”
The ice drake laughed, blushing.  “Aw, thanks, babe.  I appreciate that.”
And so the two girlfriends continued to talk, predator and prey.