Discovered I had much more of this delightful little co-operative tale stored away than I had thought at one time.

So, after a delay that would make Valve proud, I present the next installment in the gut worship RP between me and my Capo (whose contributions appear underlined). Full text can be read below, and comments are always appreciated.

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Kyoma didn't exactly try to stop Alex from running away, but when the wolf fell he made sure to catch him. He helped him balance, but didn't exactly stop him either. However, the wolf kept babbling and Kyoma decided the only way to stop him was to cover his mouth. Which is what he did. "Hehehe, listen Alex. I won't eat you if you don't want to. But I could, and if I did, you would be perfectly safe. You'd sleep in me all night, and I'd let you out in the morning."

Taking a deep breath, Alex tried to calm down and focus the tangled mess of his brain into a coherent response. For a few moments, the wolf just stared blankly into the space where the orca sat, mouth gaping open slightly. Shaking himself back into reality, his eyes snapped back to the orca's. "You were serious...just now?"

Kyoma leaned back on the couch, placing one hand over the side of the back cushions. He cracked a wide smile, showing some whale teeth in the process. "Of course! Look at the size difference between us. It wouldn't exactly be hard, would it?" He pat Alex on the head with his other hand. "You don't have to tell me right now. I can wait." Then, on cue, his stomach growled rather loudly. He blushed. "T-though, I might need some food otherwise."

The blasé way the orca seemed to be treating such a wild situation caused Alex to go silent and gaping for a few more seconds. Wanting to avoid the act of feeding Kyoma - in any capacity - until he worked this out further, Alex decided to ignore the request and investigate further. "So...you eat...you would eat a chicken...not like a mindless feral chicken...but like...an our size chicken? Like, bite and chew, and swallow and...digest...and..." The wolf left the final thought hang in the air, he didn't want to become nauseous in addition to everything else.

Kyoma chuckled. Alex was certainly interested in this, wasn't he? The poor little wolf was trying to wrap his mind around this concept, a concept that would certainly seem alien to anyone. But, then again, the whale didn't exactly have a lot of tact. Just be blunt! "Depends on how hungry I am. But yes, I could eat an–" He made air quotes. "'our size' chicken, and could digest it. Or…not. And let him out later. Depends on why I'm eating him."

'Oh god' Alex thought 'he has conditions!' "Wait, you let him out? How? And if you were really hungry, it wouldn't matter if he wanted out? I..." Alex lost the thought, but he taken the time he managed to express half of it to remove himself from the orca and scoot a few inches away on the sofa.

Kyoma watched Alex scoot away, and reached down with one of his hands, catching him on the shoulder. "Look Alex, I know this is a lot to take in. You've barely known me for more than a few hours. And I won't make you do anything you don't want to do. We can drop it if you want." He nodded kindly. "But know that I won't hurt you, no matter what you choose to do."

Alex instinctively shrugged off Kyoma's hand...well...tried to at least. His fur was visibly on edge. "I...really...just want to get some things straight here: how exactly can you eat someone, and then bring them back out unharmed? Are you swallowing them whole and just..." - the wolf mimed his forearm going down his throat - "...pull them back out after?"

Kyoma nodded. "Almost exactly like that, yeah. Though, without the hand." He smiled, and flexed his muscles. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm kinda strong." He laughed. "I can cough you up with little trouble. Or, out the back way, if you're into that." He shrugged. "Either way, nothing bad would happen. I can control my digestive system–call it a magic trick or something. I choose what I digest and what I don't."

Alex’s head whipped around to Kyoma and just stayed there, frozen at everything the whale just said. Without responding, and without diverting his attention from Kyoma's vicinity, the wolf stood up and backed into the kitchen. A minute of background noise involving cutlery and a refrigerator, and the wolf brought out a dinner plate to the living room. Atop the plate was a small sandwich, obviously prepared in haste, which Alex placed on the curve of the orca's gut, and sat back down.

Kyoma blinked. How does he move so quickly? "Uh…what's this?" He asked, reaching for the sandwich just the same, not caring too much what exactly was on it. It looked good enough.

"Sandwich" Alex said, monotone. The wolf swallowed a few times, completely lost at what to do. After a few moments of silence, he softly said, "...the other end...gross..."

"I kind of gathered that." Kyoma said, lifting it up in one hand. In the wolf's paws, the sandwich likely would've been considered large, but it looked rather small in the whale's own. "Thank you, though." He said, swallowing it whole in one gulp. If Alex was listening particularly closely, he could hear it fall into Kyoma's stomach. "Yeah, I don't like that either. But I try to please."

"It's just so...frightening," Alex explained, "That someone would do that willing...it's like suicide...death. I don't know if I would trust anyone to let me out in that situation..." It was as if Alex was suddenly alone in the room, so intense was his focus away from the orca. As his train of thought quieted to indistinct muttering, Alex reached back and grabbed his tail, holding it to his middle and stroking it absent-mindedly.

"It is a lot of trust, yes," Kyoma said, when it became clear that Alex wasn't going to get anywhere other than crazed muttering. "But it's rarely suicide or death. Some people like to go in for a feeling or protection. A 'have to get through Kyoma to get to me' kind of feeling. If that makes sense." He placed a hand on Alex's shoulder. "We can sleep on it if you'd like. I can go, and you can let me know when you're ready."

It took a moment for Alex to remember Kyoma's presence in the room. Once the orca placed his hand on him, the wolf automatically placed his own on top of it. Not wanting to be rude, but really lacking anything remotely resembling sanity at the moment, the wolf just nodded.

Kyoma nodded, and rose from the couch. The furniture seemed to spring back up now that his weight was no longer upon it. "IF you're wondering, I do it because it's fun for both me and the one inside. It feels good for both parties, something that they come to enjoy." He nodded. "Think about it, okay? You know how to find me." He turned toward the door.

Alex managed a small "k" as the orca lumbered towards the door. Still without answers to most of his questions, the wolf was entirely in his own head. Despite his greatest efforts to rationalize the idea, all that he could think of was how much he would never want to do anything like that. But he liked the orca, or he did until he was revealed to be a cannibal. Or is he a cannibal if they are different species than him? Would it be specist for him to only eat non-whales? At the very least, Alex was looking forward to time alone to think.

Kyoma decided to give it three days or so to simmer in Alex's head. Of course, the wolf had Kyoma's number, and could reach him at any time if he chose. But Kyoma was not about to be pushy. They had to want something like this, and it wasn't something that he could force. Regardless, without hearing for three days, Kyoma decided it was time to at least stop by and see how he was doing. He walked up to Alex's apartment one day, and knocked on the door, wearing a Hawaiian T-shirt and a bathing suit, surf board in his hands.

Alex hadn't stopped thinking about the idea of eating someone since the subject had been brought up three days prior. It kept him up at nice, which got him in trouble at work. And it wasn't like the wolf was going to explain the cause of his mental state to his boss, the gator already thought he was insane. Despite it all, Alex could at least hear the experience in the Kyoma's voice; he was skilled at it in the least. Which means it must be a normal enough occurrence for him to get to this practiced state, right? Or did he just imagine that in the whale's voice? Alex was so distracted in his thoughts that he didn't notice the orca was standing directly at his front door. The wolf only came to his senses after his nose bumped into the back of a large Hawaiian shirt.

Kyoma felt something bump into him from behind, and he turned around. "Oh!" He laughed. "Well, this is awkward! Hi Alex. I was in the neighborhood, going to the beach, and just thought I'd, you know, stop by." He grinned. "This isn't a bad time, is it?"

"No," Alex insisted, fumbling to get control over his thoughts, "Of course not." His politeness covered up the million thoughts racing through his head, the most predominant one being the massive cock that rotated into his line of sight when Kyoma turned around. Gesturing vaguely to where Alex remembered his door being, he said, "Come on in."

Kyoma chuckled, and leaned his surfboard against the side of the house. "Sure, thank you." He walked inside behind Alex, and watched the wolf walk about. He seemed oddly, distracted in some way, and Kyoma was interested in finding out what exactly had his attention. "How have you been?"

"Good, good." Alex responded, still on auto-pilot. He felt he made little progress with his dealing with their last conversation, but he decided to push forward, hoping at least to finish his line of inquiry from last time. "Have a seat, same place."

Kyoma turned toward the couch, and nodded. He sat down, and once again, the thing creaked in protest. His shirt was button up, but he didn't button it, because mostly likely his belly would've fit. His white stomach hung out for Alex to see, and even if the whale wasn't interested in being a tease, it would’ve been hard for him not to be. He waited for Alex to talk, since it seemed that he had something to say.

"So...I've been thinking...so more," Alex began, physically shielding his eyes from Kyoma's exposure, fearing distraction. "And...Well...hey...different strokes, right?"

Kyoma titled his head to the side. "Different strokes?" He leaned forward. "You okay?"

Dropping everything, Alex dropped his paw-shield from his eyes and tried to keep his attention on the orca's face. The kindness apparent in it temporarily eased his anxiety. "Look...I don't get this...vore thing," the wolf said, using a word he found in one of many confusing late night internet searches, "But there's a lot more sex stuff that I don't get even more...I mean that I understand less. It's not something I think I want to do, but..." Alex wasn't sure how to continue after that.

Kyoma nodded, understanding. The poor wolf had been up for nights searching into this. Kyoma felt bad for causing the wolf so much trouble, and almost regretted being so forward earlier. "Then it's not something we'll do." He said with a smile. "Our relationship can be whatever you want it to be, Alex. We could be friends, something more, or maybe we never talk again."

"Definitely not the last one," Alex exhaled, relaxing finally. "You thirsty? Hungry?" he offered off-handedly, returning to his checklist of hospitalities. A split second after saying that, the wolf burst out laughing as he realized what he said.

Kyoma laughed too, a full belly laugh which made his stomach seem all the more…inviting. He nodded. "Look at the size of my gut Alex, and you tell me. Always hungry!"

"I am," Alex responded, happily choosing to remember the good moments of Kyoma's last visit. Shrugging off the last of the stress in his shoulders, the wolf sighed pleasantly. "Fuck it, you know what?" Alex asked, not waiting for an answer, "I'm going to give you such a good meal, and it will be a traditional one too, so damn good even you'll be sated...for weeks!" With that and a swish of a tail, the canine moved to the kitchen, the sounds of meal preparation following shortly.