Traditionally, reindeer are herbivorous animals, grazing on various shrubs, grasses, ferns, stuff like that. But tonight, they'll be busier than they've been all year, so their diet is a little different today.
These reindeer are special, too; they've got human intelligence, can speak human languages, and, perhaps most uniquely of all, they can change into humanoid forms. Even in their humanoid forms, they maintain some of their animal characteristics, like floppy ears, antlers, adorable tails, stuff like that.
One of the reindeer on the team today stands before you, licking his lips and examining you closely. You're one of the elves working overtime, and frankly, you're really, REALLY tired... so you don't try to run away or fuss when the reindeer picks you up.
"Well, you look tired, little one," He muses. His hands are rough and calloused from years of being part of Santa's sleigh team, but you don't mind.
"Let me help you relax," He says. Then, he opens his mouth. Quickly, you kick off your ridiculous hat and shoes (really, why do you have to wear those silly things, anyways?), and then, he slips you into his mouth, which has a nice scent of oats, cinnamon, and even chocolate.
The trip down the deer's throat is smooth and comfortable, like flowing down a river. As you descend further, the smell transforms into that of warm hot chocolate with notes of peppermint and eggnog, which just makes this all the more pleasant. Finally, you settle in the chamber that is the deer's stomach. It's perfectly comfortable; warm, cozy, and it smells lovely. With you being a little elf, you hardly make a bulge in the deer's stomach. If anything, he just looks mildly bloated.
"This'll be our secret, yeah? You'll help me carry the sleigh, and I won't tell anyone that you didn't finish your shift here. How's that sound?"
Somehow, that sounds perfect to you. This stomach is warm and cozy, and the muscles around you are gently squishing and kneading into you, massaging any soreness out of your muscles.
Length: 1800 words
Vore type: Oral vore, unwilling prey, M/F, M/M
Fandom: D&D
Other info: kobold/human, kobold/elf, digestion, fast digestion, smaller pred
Summary: How does a little kobold eat adventurers over twice his size? Very quickly, and they don't last long. Apparently eating is a free action.
Saverin wiped the gnoll blood off of his sword, but kept it out - until he and the others knew they'd found a safe room, it was dangerous to let his guard down so completely. Somewhat luckily, one of the gnolls had gotten blasted through the next door by one of Viera's spells. Saverin stashed his rag and raised his shield as he stepped through the stone-lined doorway.
The group passed through the hallway relatively uneventfully. Garren froze a giant rat that even Elise hadn't seen with their breath; Severin was inclined to think it would've left them alone, but he knew better than to argue with their scaly cleric over their hatred of rodents. And then there was another door, this one intact. Elise slipped past the rest of the group to fiddle with the lock, and with a quick click, she soon pushed it open before retreating behind Saverin's guard.
The room was mostly empty, save for a table with a half-finished game of Solitaire, a few scattered chairs, a visibly empty chest, and a single kobold leaning against a door and spinning a fork in his hands. The kobold in question was better-equipped than Saverin expected of his species, with half a metal helmet over the upper half of his face, a few spiked rings affixed to his tail, and a pair of leather shoes that somehow fit his lizardy feet. Saverin had taken only a couple steps in when the kobold looked up and tossed the fork onto the table. "Oh, you guys made good time. You can't go through, by the way. Dragon says no."
Garren started to say, "does she know that we only seek-" but was swiftly cut off by their other magic-user.
"Well, your dragon's about to learn otherwise! Now stand aside, or I'll be opening that door with your corpse!" The red gem on Viera's staff glowed, menacing.
"She's said she has no patience for more slayers, and granted me speed to fulfill her will," the kobold countered, with no worry in his voice, "so… leave. Or stay here forever, but you aren't going in."
A magical incantation in an equally magical language spilled forth from Viera's lips, and a ball of fire shot from her staff, scorching a decent area around him. A quick glance to the side, and Saverin saw Garren murmur a quick prayer; they couldn't stop their fellows from killing creatures who weren't even defending themselves, but they could at least seek forgiveness on their behalf. Saverin wasn't a religious man, himself, but he understood their plight-
Just then, a strange, muffled shout pulled his and Garren's focus from the scorched and wrecked door. The kobold was just past where Viera had casted from, but their mage was nowhere to be seen - well, that wasn't entirely true; the diminutive lizard rested on a massive gut, scales stretched beyond reasonable to accommodate something over twice his size, even curled up tight. His tail swished slowly, and with arms crossed, the kobold looked out of his helmet at the remaining trio. "Okay. Let's try this again. You can't go in, so leave. Once you do, and this troublemaker apologizes, I'll let-"
Elise struck from the shadows, seeming more like a trick of the light than an elf. "Now, when it can't move!" she shouted, driving her daggers towards the kobold's bloated gut, an easy target.
At least, it would have been, had the kobold not landed a solid kick on her, sending her flying into a wall with a crash that surprised Saverin with its lack of sound. The swordsman tore his eyes away from the horrid scene to the door, or rather where the door used to be. Slowly, he started to creep towards it, though morbid curiosity kept him staring at what the kobold was doing.
At the moment, the kobold was hissing, annoyed. "Look, if you really want to try this, I'd better just…" He rolled back, landing on his feet, and stretched. An awful gurgling and growling echoed in the small, stone room, immediately joined by Viera's screaming. Loud cracking and snapping ensued as, before their very eyes, the lumpy bulk of the kobold's stretched stomach grew rapidly both less lumpy and less bulky, shrinking into a noticeable but much more normal-looking gut. He thumped his chest with his fist a couple times, then opened his scaly jaws to let out a truly massive belch, ridding himself of even that amount of bloat. Saverin figured that, if he'd been next to that monster, his ears would be ringing, and that may be the least of his problems. A wisp of red, magical flame issued from the predator's maw, the only sign that Viera had even been in the room.
"Now then, you wanted to fight?" the lizard challenged, glancing around the room. Elise had once again melted back into the shadows, and it seemed that, for all his speed, the kobold's eyes were normal. Saverin shuffled a little closer to the door, over halfway there…
A pair of knives flew at the kobold from behind; it was only then that Saverin managed to spot the shadowy elf. But only for a moment; the swordsman only barely registered the clatter of metal on stone after a blur of scales seemed to instantly transform the sinewy, stealthy assassin into a much more compact, scaly mass hanging off of the kobold's midsection. This time, he leaned one hand against the wall and put his other hand on his hip, more addressing Elise than the rest of- than Saverin and Garren.
"Really, this could have not happened if you just left, or even didn't atta- AGH, OW!" He stumbled, supporting himself on his oversized gut, and gritted his sharp teeth, muttering curses in Draconic that surely made Garren blush through their scales. "Grraah, you wanna fight like a rat, I'll treat you like one!"
Blanching, Saverin turned and ran; it didn't stop him from hearing Elise's cry cut off, or the sickening crunch of bones shattered even before melting, but he at least didn't have to see it, and maybe he could be around the corner and out of the kobold's-
The next thing Saverin saw was a set of small, but very hungry-looking draconic jaws opened unreasonably wide right in front of his face. He grunted, more from discomfort than pain, as his arms and legs were forced to immediately curl up against him; it even took a couple seconds to realize that he couldn't see anything, and that he'd gone from a cool, slightly damp cave system to a hot, humid, and wet…
Kobold stomach.
Saverin tried to reach for his sword, but it had been either knocked away or was trapped against him where he couldn't reach. Fear gripped him in the deadly, acrid chamber as he realized his hands had already started to tingle, and he desperately hoped it was just a lack of circulation, rather than the kobold doing… well, he didn't want to think about it. To make matters worse, the deadly lizard let out a short laugh over his doom. "Ha! Using your own allies as bait to sneak by? Devious, but my mistress's boons are stronger. Will you finally agree to just leave? I'm running out of lessons to give, not that I mind."
"We aren't here to kill her!" Garren's voice was muffled just as Viera's and Elise's voices had been, but this time Saverin was on the other side of things. "She has twenty-three overdue library books and we're asking for them back! Ideally with the fine, but we'll cross that bridge when we get there."
The kobold is worryingly quiet for a few seconds; Saverin couldn't decide if he wanted this ordeal to hurry up or never reach its inevitable conclusion. Eventually, though, he spoke up, "why didn't the other three say anything?"
"After the giant rats, the slimes, and the gnolls, even I didn't expect you to actually speak."
"Oh. That's… I'm not sorry - those two tried to kill me - but I wish it hadn't happened."
Saverin struggled around, pressing out from within his fleshy prison. "Hey! You can let me out now!"
More silence, save for the disquieting gurgle of his captor's guts shifting around. "Uhh… surely this can be done with just one person? And I'll just… keep him until you get back, just in case you secretly plan to try to kill my mistress! It'll be twice as hard with only one person!"
Even through the kobold's belly and scales, Saverin heard Garren's sigh. "KOBOLD," they said, with a severity to their voice. The rest of their words was in Draconic, so the trapped swordsman could only hope the cleric knew what they were doing.
"Y- of course, O Dragon," the kobold said, in a much shakier voice than before. And then, he moved.
Saverin had to squint his eyes against the instant re-existince of light. He coughed and sputtered, getting the stale and sharp air out from his lungs and the kobold drool and stomach juices from his mouth. Shakily, he stood and shambled over to his dropped sword, immediately sheathing it just in case the kobold thought it a good excuse. And speaking of the kobold, the swordsman turned to see him kneeling on the floor before Garren. Saverin did his best to shake off his wet clothes and armor, then turned to the cleric, himself. "Uh… thanks, Garren. I'm pretty sure you just saved my life."
Garren awkwardly rubbed their neck. "Don't mention it, please. I panicked. I should've talked him out of it, rather than…" they trailed off, then gestured to the deferent kobold. "Anyway, are you well enough to continue? We can rest here, if you need time."
Saverin shook his head. "I can go. The sooner I get a proper bath and a proper bed, the better." Rolling his shoulders, he continued on through the doorway, and Garren followed soon after.
"When you return, may I eat him again?" the kobold called out to them, "I'll let him go, I swear!"
Saverin heard Garren's footsteps stop, and turned to see them thinking for longer than he'd like, settling on "only by his permission, and ending by the earlier of his or my request."
"Thank you, O Dragon! Good luck on your quest!"
As they walked down the final stretch to the dragon's chambers, Saverin shot the cleric a glare, to which they meekly shrugged. "I… don't like telling them outright no. So you get to. Sorry." A sudden weight came to their scaly features, and they let out a deep sigh. "When next we rest, I will perform rites in memoriam of Elise and Viera."
Saverin grumbled. "This would never have happened if the damned dragon - no offense - just read her stupid mail."
One thing orcs and elves have in common is they both need to be fattened up before cooking. Lots of novice cooks skip this step and it can really mess up your dish.
Now, elves can be naturally fat, it's just that the thin ones are reeeaally low fat. Try to cook a skinny elf and you'll end up with the driest meat you've ever had in your life. And it's a shame, because properly prepared elf has this lovely herb-roasted taste to it, flavored by their plant-heavy diet. You can take advantage of this by feeding them according to the taste you want in your dish.
Orcs have a similar issue, only instead of dry, low fat orc meat is extremely tough. You can somewhat improve this with classic meat tenderising methods, but the most dependable one is fattening + slow cooking. This also gets rid of the acidic aftertaste that can result from poorly prepared orc, leaving only the rich, hearty flavor that makes the meat such a staple.
