Eaten At The Vore Party

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Poll results are in!  For the story, there's a tie between ice queen and yeti.  I'll choose yeti.  If all goes well, I should be writing that live tonight! ^u^

Also, for the game, we'll be having oral vore, cock vore, and unbirthing.  Fun! C:

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Jake arrived at the vore party ready to eat.  The black cat walked inside with a bold, yet shy, smile—he was sensitive about his chubbiness, after all, and though he had combed his light brown hair, he was worried about his looks.  Still, he was confident he was going to get some great treats tonight, and just thinking about it made his stomach growl pleasantly.  Mmmm—this was going to be good.
He wore a nice pair of jeans, as well as a T-shirt, though the shirt didn’t fully cover his large-ish belly.  And he was ready to party.
He walked inside the front of the large house, closing the door quietly behind him, and looked around.  Next to the door, a flyer hung from the wall, listing the rules of the party:
1. When someone’s getting eaten or digesting another, they cannot be eaten or interfered with.
2. Drink the Quick Digestion formula!  It’s so prey melts down fast and can come back quick in the Reformation Room.
3. Have fun, and enjoy your meals!
Jake smiled, licking his lips.  He looked down, and saw that there was a tray of Quick Digestion formula on a table underneath the sign.  He picked up one of the vials and looked at the blue liquid for a moment, then he gulped it down.  Rules were rules, after all.
He looked around the room, trying to find an easy mark, somebody who would make a great first piece of prey. . . Ah, there!  In the corner of the house, a bit isolated from the others, stood a mouse, who would be the perfect match for a cat like Jake.  The mouse had black and white spotted fur, almost like a cow, and purple eyes that were cheerfully focused on a drink in his hand.  He also wore jeans and a T-shirt, and the mouse’s shirt had a cute little UFO on it.
Jake started to drool, and his belly growled in anticipation.  He had found his first piece of prey for the night.
He quietly made his way across the room, dodging the feasting happening around him until he finally reached the mouse.  This would be a piece of cake—he’d have no trouble devouring this delicious meal, and—
That’s when the mouse, whose name was Travis, saw Jake.  Travis turned to the cat, and a smile broke out on his face.  “Ah, a nice plump and juicy kitty! Just what I ordered!" the mouse exclaimed.
Jake was taken aback for a moment, and he began to reply.  “Huh?!  But I’m the one who is—mmph!”
As the cat was talking, Travis grabbed Jake by the shoulders, opened his maw wide, and shoved the cat inside of his mouth.  “Hey!” Jake exclaimed, trying to get free.  But the mouse’s jaw latched around the cat—he was trapped inside.
A tongue greeted the cat with hungry licks, lapping him up, but then, he was quickly swallowed, shoved down into Travis’s tight esophagus.  “Let me out!” Jake tried to scream—but he couldn’t even open his mouth in this new area.
Travis took his time swallowing the cat, savoring the flavor of his prey as it was gulped down, bit by bit.  But still, it didn’t take very long for Jake to reach the stomach.  That’s when he did scream.  “HELP!” he shouted.  But then he remembered the rule about no interference—there wasn’t any getting out of this. . .
He struggled and fought, but that didn’t get him anywhere.  Travis simply continued to swallow him down, letting out an, “Mmmm!” of satisfaction as he did so.  Finally, only Jake’s feet were left, and the cat held his breath—but those were swallowed too.  He was all curled up in the stomach, trapped.
As the last of Jake filled up his belly, Travis let out a satisfied /buuuuurp!/  Inside, the cat squirmed and fought, feeling digestive fluids already start to drip all over the area.  “This isn’t fair!” Jake whined.  “I’m the one who should be the predator here, not some dumb mouse!”
Outside, Travis laughed.  “If we were ferals, that would be true,” he replied.  “But we’re anthros!  The food chain doesn’t exist here!”
Jake froze.  “Wait . . . how in the world did you hear me coming up to you and react so well?!  I was trying to sneak up and eat you!”
“Your growling stomach gave you away!” said Travis, still laughing.  “Should have fed it first before you came in pal!"
At that moment, the Quick Digestion formula started to activate, and Jake quickly melted down into a gooey puddle inside of the stomach.  Though it was a painless process physically, emotionally it was a painful one for Jake—his belly had given him away, for goodness sake!  And, worst of all, he had gotten eaten by a mouse of all animals. . .
Meanwhile, Travis felt his prey being broken down, and he smiled, patting his belly.  “Mmm, you were delicious!” he exclaimed.  “We should do this again soon.”
Soon, Jake was completely liquid inside the stomach, and his consciousness was gone.  He was absorbed into Travis, and the plumpness of the cat added a new layer to the mouse’s belly, making him the same size as Jake.  After a moment, Travis let out another /buuuuurp/, spitting up Jake’s acid-proof clothes, and he admired his new body.  “I look great!” he said cheerfully.  “I should add someone else to my stomach. . . I’m sure I’ll find somebody around here!”  And so he went off in search of a new party-goer.
Meanwhile, Jake began to regenerate in the Reformation Room, also making a duplicate of his clothes in the process.  Soon he was completely back, and he stepped off the reformation pad still fuming.
/I’m going to get revenge on that darn mouse/, he vowed.  Then his stomach growled.  "But first I better snack on someone else to quiet you down so I can sneak up on him!"