as Ieniki
as Scaler

All I can say is... whoo boy, I told these two that I could make a pretty in-depth story from the information they gave me, and maaan this is the longest story I've ever written! I really got immersed in this one and in the characters, and I kind of got lost in the writing just as Ieniki does in the vore...

I submitted the whole thing last night but it was way to long for comfort. I decided to go over it one more time and fix some stuff, and to split it into two parts, so it's easier to read. Here's part one. I hope you guys like it!!!!

Part 2 is here:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15824774/









Ieniki Coon was just an ordinary raccoon. His fur was grey, his ears were rounded, and his eyes were green. He had a bushy, striped tail, and a mask of darker grey fur that surrounded his eyes. He walked on two legs and wore clothes, like any normal anthro, and he normally had a very cheerful, very friendly personality. Not right now, though, because right now Ieniki had his paws in the air and a very frightened expression on his face. He was being mugged by another anthro, who obviously lived in the same area and wanted something from him.

This other anthro seemed to be a wolf, with predominantly blue fur. The lower fur of his snarling muzzle was a light tan and the tips of his ears, which were stretched back to a menacing angle, were yellow. There was some yellow at the ends of other strands of fur that covered his face, forming a pattern, and the tip of his tail, which was held stiff and jutting out from behind him, was white. The wolf – if that’s what he was, because there was something off about him – was about to attack, and Ieniki locked gazes with his blue eyes, trying not to appear weak.

“I don’t have any money!” he said, perhaps a bit more forcefully than he intended. “You might as well just leave me alone, because you’re not getting anything from me. I – argh!”

The wolf pushed him and knocked him down, standing over him with an arrogant sneer. “No money, eh? Well, maybe you can pay me in another way . . .” The wolf slurped his lips and cracked his jaw, and Ieniki gulped. The wolf jumped on top of him, and the air was knocked right out of his belly. He tightened his face and punched at the wolf, who was sent rolling to the side. Ieniki tried to get up but the wolf had already recovered and was on top of him again.

Ieniki’s voice returned. “Get off me!” he yelled, punching blindly at the wolf. The wolf was ready this time, and blocked the punches before they connected with his face. He held the raccoon down and opened his jaws wide, showing Ieniki just where he planned for him to go. He held that position, apparently enjoying his position of power, but Ieniki struggled once and said, “Geez man, if you’re going to eat me, don’t just sit there looking pretty! Get on with it!”

The wolf closed his mouth and peered curiously down at him. “You’re . . . not scared?” he asked, clearly disappointed by the raccoon’s reaction to being seconds away from becoming wolf food.

Ieniki rolled his eyes. “Of course I’m scared! What I’m scared of is having to look at your ugly muzzle for any longer!” The wolf snarled and lunged that muzzle forward, ready to punish Ieniki for his attitude, but this was just what Ieniki was waiting for. With the wolf having shifted his balance, Ieniki was able to kick up with his legs and throw the wolf off him again. This time he landed on top and pinned him to the ground so that he could do nothing more than twist his head sharply back and forth as he attempted to bite him.

Ieniki’s own stomach growled and the other creature noticed. He averted his gaze from the raccoon and his ears went back again, this time with apprehension. Ieniki glared at the wolf before, deciding he’d made his point, he stood up and brushed himself off. The wolf seemed lost for a second as he watched the raccoon limp away. Ieniki was hurt during the fight and he needed to give his leg a rest. He also needed to find some garbage to eat, because he was famished, but somewhere else, away from the wolf creature. Ieniki didn’t want any more trouble. The wolf apparently had other ideas, though, because he, too, got to his feet and ran to catch up.

Ieniki spun around and his unstable leg caused him to fall to the ground. He grunted at the wolf standing over him, who apparently was not ready to call it quits just yet. “Just give it a rest,” Ieniki growled. “My leg might not be its best right now, but it’s more than enough to take you down. I don’t want any to fight anymore, but I will.”

The wolf didn’t go away, but after a moment he reached down and extended a paw. “My name’s Scaler,” he said.

Ieniki glanced at the paw and then back up at Scaler with uncertainty before deciding to take it. “Mine’s Ieniki,” he answered curiously, and Scaler pulled him to his feet.






“So, wait – you’ve never eaten anyone before?” Scaler asked as he busied himself over patching up the raccoon’s leg. Ieniki shifted to the side and Scaler tied up the bandages. They were a few blocks away from where they had met, in another alleyway, which looked distinctly more homelike than the last. There was much less trash and even a few personal knickknacks were scattered about here and there.

Ieniki shook his head. He looked around the alley and his eyes fell onto a pile of stuffed animals, with a broken picture frame resting on top. There was a mattress nearby, broken in with some sheets and pillows scattered over it, and an indent in the middle where someone had obviously just been sleeping. “You . . . come here often?” Scaler followed Ieniki’s gaze and nodded.

“Yeah, this is like my home away from home. I come here when I need to get away. I –“ Ieniki gasped as Scaler pulled tight and knotted a piece of cloth around his leg. “Ouch. Sorry,” Scaler said and grimaced, before bending over the wrapped-up leg again. “Nothing’s broken. You just sprained an ankle. You’ve got some pretty good fighting skills – where’d you get those from, if you don’t like to fight?”

Ieniki let out a breath as the pain from earlier began to subside. “I’m just a normal raccoon. Scavengers need to know how to fend for themselves. It’s kind of the way we keep ourselves alive, so I can hold my own.”

Scaler nodded. “That makes sense. I’m all done here. Try to be easy on that leg for a few days and you’ll be fine.”

“Thanks.”

“Not a problem. And hey – it’s not every day I get beaten by some ordinary raccoon. They usually end up in here,” Scaler slapped his gut and let out a woofing laugh. Ieniki shifted awkwardly. “Hey, if you don’t have anywhere you gotta be, how’d you like if I taught you a thing or two? A fighter like you – hey, I could make you a proper predator in no time. No more eating leftovers. How about it?”

Ieniki laughed, but then he realized that Scaler was being serious. He paused for a moment. “A wolf wants to teach me how to eat people? . . . Something tells me that won’t end well.”

“Wolf? Oh, you mean me! I’m a hybrid. I’m part wolf, but also part fox and part hedgehog. I have some German shepherd and husky blood in me, too!” Scaler said proudly.

“Well, whatever you are, don’t think I just forgot that you were trying to eat me. How do I know you won’t try to pull that again?”

Scaler raised his hands above his head. “Scout’s honor. I just wanted to see how tough you were, that’s all!” Ieniki looked dubiously at him and Scaler quickly corrected himself. “Okay, you’re right. I didn’t think you were very strong, so . . . yeah, I was trying to eat you. But I won’t make that mistake again, believe me.”

Ieniki was silent again. Scaler peered at him hopefully. The whole idea was completely insane, but he had to admit . . . he was definitely interested. He didn’t know why exactly, but the thought of being the one in charge for a change really appealed to him. As soon as he’d made this realization, it didn’t take long for Ieniki to come to a decision. “When do we start?” he asked.

Scaler’s tail began to wag enthusiastically. “How about right now! You can watch,” Scaler pulled Ieniki to his feet, “and I’ll show you how it’s done.” Ieniki wobbled and came dangerously close to falling, but Scaler steadied him. It took Ieniki a few seconds to find balance on his good leg, and then he was okay.

Ieniki nodded, still unable to believe what he’d just signed up for. “Let’s go.”






“What about that one there?” Ieniki asked. The raccoon and the hybrid were at a park across the city, and Ieniki was pointing at a rough-haired-looking cat. The cat was sitting on a quiet bench shaded by trees, but he looked like he was up to no good. Ieniki didn’t like the idea of preying on the weak, and so he’d made Scaler promise they would only do this with furs who looked like they could fight back. The cat certainly looked tough enough to erase any moral objections, and in fact, by the way he kept glancing up from the book he was clearly not reading, he looked like he was up to something dirty. No one else was nearby, and because of the way the bench was hidden they would be safe from the eyes of anyone who came looking.

“He looks . . . good,” Scaler remarked, but Ieniki noted the slight hesitation. “Okay, here we go. Just watch me and try to remember what I do. Alright? I’ll show you how a master catches his prey.” He chuckled and began to sneak his way towards the cat. Ieniki watched with interest as Scaler tried to surprise the cat in broad daylight, but of course it didn’t work. The cat just looked up from his book and glared at Scaler when he was not three feet away.

“Can I help you?” the cat asked, none too kindly, as though he had just been interrupted. Scaler froze and shifted to his hoodlum stance. He rolled his shoulders and lifted his lip in a snarl.

“Give me all your money,” Scaler demanded.

The cat looked back down to his book. “Go away. I am busy at the moment.”

Scaler was silent for a second, but then he put a hand on the book and ripped it away from the cat, who hissed angrily. “Where you’re going, you’re not going to need to worry about that. I have a better idea of what I can do with you,” Scaler said confidently.

The cat unfolded his arms and glared coldly at Scaler. He stood up, claws extending from his knuckles. “You are quite the bother, aren’t you? I’m going to have to show you what happens when imbeciles like you get on my nerves.”

Scaler laughed. “A cat? Take me on? Yeah, right!” He lunged at him and the cat nimbly stepped out of the way and clawed venomously at his back. Scaler yowled in pain as blood was drawn and, snarling for real this time, retaliated with a punch straight to the cat’s side. The cat staggered backward and arched his back.

He leapt into the air, twice his height, and came down straight at Scaler. It was Scaler’s turn to take to the defensive and step out of the way. He bit at the male cat and managed to snag a few hairs on his arm before he was sent slamming into the ground by a pile-drive. The cat threw a few more punches and Scaler was beaten hard, with no way to retaliate until he managed to push the cat off and start punching back. The cat was able to evade many of the punches thrown at him and it was clear that he was winning the fight.

Sensing that things might not go Scaler’s way, Ieniki started to edge his way indirectly toward the scene.

Both fighters were panting at this point. The fight had become personal and both of them were giving it their all. Unfortunately for Scaler, this tipped the odds against him. Scaler yelled and ran at the cat and the cat once again stepped easily out of the way. Scaler kept going and went flying straight into the ground. The cat laughed and raised a foot, ready to stomp Scaler even further into the ground, but just as Scaler rolled over and held up a hand to block off the cat’s assault, Ieniki yelled, “Scaler, look out!” and lobbed a rock right at the cat. The rock hit the cat on the side of his head and knocked him to his knees, dazed and disoriented. This was Scaler’s chance to gain the upper hand, and this time for good.

Scaler jumped on top of the cat and grinned mischievously, his belly beginning to rumble. “Any last words, pussy cat?”

“What . . .” the cat didn’t seem to understand what was happening, but that was fine by Scaler. He grabbed the cat’s limp arms and forepaws and pulled him up into a sitting position before opening his mouth wide so that the cat could see where he was going. “I . . . get off of me!” The cat demanded, his fur standing straight up, but he was too weak to fight back, and then it was too late. Scaler had already shoved a good portion of his head and upper body into his maw and begun swallowing. The cat clawed at him, hard, but the claws seemed to have no effect now. He could only sit in disbelief as he was consumed alive by the hybrid.

Scaler happily gulped down the cat, ecstatic at having scored a meal as big as this. It had been way too long, because whatever he had told Ieniki, he didn’t actually manage to snag prey often, and the ones he did usually were not this tough. He took great pride at his success, even though he knew he’d had help. That didn’t dissuade him at all, and when he had almost completely devoured the cat, he happily got ready to complete the task.

Ieniki watched as the last of the cat disappeared between Scaler’s jaws. They were alone now, and the only visual clue that anyone else had been here was the book, sitting open on the bench, and the intense squirming of Scaler’s now-bloated belly. “C’mon,” Ieniki said as Scaler made his way over to where he’d been watching from a nearby bush. “We’d better split before someone comes looking.”

“You know, I didn’t need your help,” Scaler said as he trooped away beside him. “I had it all under control. I was just toying with him, you know? I like to do that sometimes, and I was just showing you how it was done.”

“Oh yeah, I totally get it,” Ieniki said good-humoredly. “I just wanted in on the fun, that’s all. Next time I’ll let you handle it all on your own.” He grinned.

Scaler grunted and didn’t say anything else.






“How about that one there?”

Scaler nodded. “Looks good to me. Do you think you’re ready?”

Ieniki spoke without hesitation. “Definitely. Like I said, I’ve never done this before, but he . . . actually looks really tasty. I think I can take him on.”

They were talking about a wolf who was hanging around a dumpster in a place very similar to Scaler’s own hideout, where they had been practicing for a few weeks. Practicing, meaning shoving down as much normal food they could find. Unlike Scaler, this was definitely a pure wolf, his fur grey and his ears rounded to a point. He wore a hoody and had a dark look on his face. His husky tail stood poised and alert, but that seemed more for show than anything else because they’d been watching him for a while now and he wasn’t doing anything except for growling at anyone who came too close. No one would miss him, Ieniki was sure. He strode over to the wolf, a jaunt to his step and his face twisted in what he hoped would appear to be a tough-guy look.

The wolf snarled at Ieniki, and he cowered and forgot what he was going to say. “What do you want?” the wolf demanded, balling his paws into fists. “Get off my turf!”

“I, uh . . .” Ieniki’s voice came out squeaky and high-pitched. “Give – give me all your money,” he said with false bravado. He puffed out his chest and tried to make himself seem bigger, but the look that the wolf gave him made him feel fifty times smaller. He held out a paw and it shook nervously.

The wolf grabbed the paw and squeezed it, hard. Ieniki gasped with pain and the wolf said, “Nice to meet you too, runt!” He grinned dangerously and held up his other paw, which was still formed into a fist. Now I’m gonna show you why no one ever, EVER talks to me like that.” Ieniki meeped and the wolf swung at him. From behind a trash can a few yards away, Scaler winced with sympathy. Maybe this wasn’t the best prey for Ieniki to try to catch for his first time. However, a surge of energy seemed to run through Ieniki as he saw that paw coming for his face. Suddenly the big wolf’s movements seemed sluggish, and he was able to step easily out of the way. The wolf’s paw met air and he looked confused for a second before Ieniki swung back at him. This one hit and the wolf let out a snarl of pain and resentment for having underestimated the raccoon, who had seemed weak and average just a few moments before. The raccoon’s eyes seemed to glow with pent up energy and toughness, and – was that hunger? He didn’t wait to find out, and he flew at him, fists swinging, ready to punish the raccoon for having made him look like a fool.

Where the wolf fought with anger and aggression, Ieniki fought with a clear, driven head. He was able to evade most of the wolf’s attacks and his own punches, though weaker, were more focused and almost never missed. He was as skilled a fighter as he appeared, though he was just an average raccoon. Before long, Ieniki had the wolf lying, panting, at his feet. The wolf was completely out of energy and couldn’t throw one more punch. He raised his head, panting roughly, and looked at Ieniki with menace in his eyes.

He growled, “I suppose . . . you’re from . . . the gang across the river, aren’t you? . . . Go ahead, take everything. Tell your boss he can have whatever he wants. I won’t come back.”

Ieniki didn’t know what he was talking about, but his belly growled impatiently and reminded him of what he had come here to do. He looked down at the wolf, nervous again and uncertain. How was he supposed to do this? Just . . . put him in his mouth and swallow? He got down on his knees and pinned the wolf’s arms to the ground. He hovered over the wolf for a few seconds before leaning over . . . and tentatively giving him a small lick across the face, running over his snout and across his cheek.

The wolf under him was still for a second, and then he started to wriggle around with resentment and disgust. “What are you doing?” the wolf demanded. “Get off me!” With Ieniki was on top of him, tough, the wolf was unable to move, and so his struggles were in vain.

Ieniki planned to do no such thing. Now that he had gotten a taste of the wolf his tongue seemed to cry out for more. He went in for another lick, more confident this time, and the flavors he received sent shudders down his spine. He needed more. Still ignoring the wolf’s protests he nipped the wolf softly on the nose, before, now resolute, he opened his maw wide and dug in.

Ieniki enveloped the wolf’s head, who was now whimpering softly, in his average-sized raccoon maw. The experience he received was incredible. He had never felt anything like it before. The dominance that surged through his blood seemed to fuel him, and he was left with no concern for anything other than consuming his meal. He took his first swallow and growled with animalistic pleasure. The wolf below him was doing his utmost to prevent his impending fate, but Ieniki was most certainly in charge now. With no regard for his own safety he released the wolf’s arms and used his hands instead to assist in helping to push more and more of the wolf inside him, sending him down his ravenous throat and toward the insatiable cavern that awaited below. His hands now free, the wolf fought back as much as he could, but the adrenaline that fear gave him wasn’t as great as the surge of starving energy that Ieniki was now experiencing, and so his fighting amounted to nothing. There was nothing he could do to stop himself from being consumed by the average-looking raccoon.

The wolf continued to struggle escape the hungry scavenger-turned-predator, especially when his head reached a point in the raccoon’s throat that was shut off from the rest, almost as though he had reached the end of the line. But then it opened for him and revealed a chamber within that would be his final resting place for all his effort. What the wolf did not know was that his struggling was doing far from helping him – in fact, it was just making it easier and more enjoyable for the hunger-driven raccoon to eat him. Ieniki blindly drew in the wolf’s belly and legs without even realizing what he was doing. All he knew was that he was hungry and that this was the best meal he had ever had in his life, and that he would not stop until it was all gone, sealed up inside him as it was meant to be. He grabbed the wolf’s hindpaws and tail, which were the only things still free to the outside world and were spasming violently as they fought not to join the rest of the wolf, but this only made them all the more appetizing to the raccoon, and he looked at them with greedy eyes before stuffing them in his maw. He gave a final resounding swallow and groaned with pleasure as his meal squirmed frantically, now enclosed in a place it could not escape no matter how hard it tried.

Ieniki sat there on the ground and breathed heavily for what seemed to be an eternity, but it couldn’t have been that long because then there was Scaler, rushing towards him and congratulating him on what a great job he’d done and how he’d never seen a more perfect act of predation in his life and how he would say Ieniki was a pro if he didn’t know any better. The words seemed to float around Ieniki’s head, blending together and becoming one monotonous sound, unrecognizable and incoherent. But there was one thing that did not escape Ieniki’s attention, and that was that there was another being in front of him, pulsing with life, warm and active.

He reached out and opened his maw wide, his eyes seeing nothing and his ears hearing only the monotonous roar, his stomach sensing only his own continuing hunger and need for meat. His lips were closing around something else and sending a new, unimaginable burst of flavor to his brain, far greater even than that of the wolf. He felt nothing but that taste in his mouth, and he needed to hold on to it forever. He needed for this feeling to become a part of him, to reside inside him. He was about to swallow and fulfill his cravings and desires when he felt a sharp, hot pang across his face. He staggered backwards and blearily opened his eyes. He blinked once, twice. Everything slowly came into focus and became clear again, and there was Scaler, holding his arm and speaking angrily to Ieniki, something about getting his act together.

Ieniki’s paw went instinctively to his belly and, sure enough, it was still full and active. He had eaten the wolf, and it was not just a dream. It had gone as successfully as he could have imagined it to. The strange thing was, he could only recall fragments of the experience. What he could remember, though, was filled with an amazing feeling of pleasure, every last bit of it. Ieniki sat down again, his eyes glazed.

“Did you hear me?” Scaler demanded. “I know that your first real meal is great, believe me I know, but you just ate a huge wolf, and that should’ve been enough! But then you go for me? That can’t happen! A good pred is only good if he can control what he is eating. You need more practice. I don’t even know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t snapped any later. . . .”

“I-I’m sorry,” Ieniki mumbled, but it was insincere. He didn’t even realize what he was saying, because he was still too lost in that glorious moment, the feeling of predation, of being in charge of another and becoming full in a way nothing else could make him. He said he was sorry but in truth the only thing on his mind, in existence, was the need to do it again. Ieniki vowed to himself, silently, that this would not be his last time. He nodded absentmindedly as Scaler continued to talk, sputtering words and nonsense that really meant nothing at all.

“. . . and that’s what you need to know. Alright? Now let’s get going. I’m freezing, and I need to change after getting your raccoon drool all over me. Seriously man, was that really necessary? . . . I guess you had fun, though. You liked it?”

Ieniki paused and chose his words carefully. He was almost feeling back to normal now, and he blinked again just to make sure. “Well . . . it was alright, but I’ll definitely need to do it again before I can make any real opinions.”

Scaler chuckled at the joke, relieved that Ieniki seemed himself again, and he started to walk away. Ieniki followed the hybrid away from the scene, ready for wherever the next step on this crazy road would take him.