The air itself was thick, humid and smelled of desire. If he didn’t know any better, the poor little canine would have thought he was already bubbling away inside a hot stomach. He looked about the show floor, his tail idly wagging as the show was soon to begin. He sat off to the right set of seats closest to the massive runway. It looked as if a plane could land on it for people of his size, but that was the case for most things when one was a micro. Life was tough for the numerous little people. This mere club was larger than most cities that micros lived in, accommodating the giants of the world.

He scratched at his wrist at the thought, feeling the adhesives of the wristband with his seat number on it tug at his fur, with what little of the sticky surface grabbing onto him after it was sloppily placed on him by a meaty fingered macro bull at the front. He wondered why they wouldn’t just let him put it on himself but his thoughts would not idle on that. He had bigger things to worry about, quite literally.

Music blared out, and the curtains opened. A handsome dragon fellow with dark scales and orange stripes emerged from the curtains, his muzzle curled in a twisting grin as he knew his mere presence sparked something in the many tinies present. Strange whiskers flowed from his upper lip, a visual indicator that he was of the eastern variety of the species. His long tail swayed through the curtain as it followed him. They all knew what was beginning.

“Gooooood evening everybody!” He spoke with the voice of a showman. He didn’t even need a microphone when his voice was already so loud to the micros in the audience. His suit was a little rough; it didn’t quite fit right either, which was fairly fitting considering the seedy nature of this establishment. “I hope you’re all feeling tasty today because our performers have been saving room for you all. Or at least quite a few. If they ate everyone we’d never have repeat business!”

This got a few laughs from the crowd and the canine rolled his eyes while smiling at his joke at the same time. He always used this one on thursdays. He came to this place often enough to notice that. This was his first time in the “hot seats” though, a place where one could put it all on the line to make things even riskier. At a price, he could sit up close to watch the performers eat. The only problem with these seats is that he could be the next course.

In order to get tinies in the mood and excited to be swallowed alive, it was common for performers to take willing audience members who bought these seats, knowing the risk of being eaten. This stirred the canine, who shifted in his seat with some slight discomfort. The thought of getting snatched up, dangled in the air to be shown off before being swallowed forever as just a tool to generate more tips made him even more enthralled with this than he already was. Just a mere tool consumed on a whim. He tuned out for a little bit as the dragon explained the pre-show rules, but soon his thunderous voice came back into focus.

“Now if you don’t feel like surviving the night here, feel free to tip beyond the threshold and our performers will be entirely willing to pack you away with the rest of lunch, even if you have a ‘hot seat.’” The dragon smirked and leaned in towards one side of the audience. “Tip generously if you do, it’s not like you’ll get to be spending your money to come back and see my handsome snout again.”

That one was new, and got a proper snicker out of the canine this time. He blushed under his fur, already feeling warm in this place. The dragon stretched upwards as he moved across the runway, moving towards his section of the audience. It was like watching a skyscraper threaten to tip over him.

“If you want to be alone when digesting, make sure to pay for our ‘one and done’ performers this evening. And if you want things to be a bit more messy, just stay for the second show this evening a few hours later. You might see some of the people that were eaten once more… though they’ll be a little less cute.” The dragon winked downwards to the crowd, and the canine felt like he was looking right at him. He swallowed nervously, and the dragon laughed heartily at the micros collective nervousness and excited faces. “Ahhh I’m sure you all want to see the main show though, so unless I’m getting the first snack of the night-”

Suddenly, a micro a few rows ahead stood up, a male human waving his arms with a digital device in hand, a digital currency transfer chit so that the micros could pay the macros of this establishment. The dragon raised a brow in response to this, and his whiskers seemed to twitch and flow in response. He leaned in, kneeling in front of the micro.

“Oh ho ho! Lookie here! Looks like someone wants to kick the show off. You sure you’re ready to get eaten already, before the show even starts? That eager to be part of some dragon breath?” The dragon leaned in, parting his jaws to pose a choice to the human. His maw was filled with solely black flesh, the tongue curling up. His breath flowed out from his maw and over the crowd. It smelled sour, hinted with an almost soy and fish odor. Many of the potential prey leaned in, seeing the globs of saliva trail over the back of the tongue to irrevocably flow down to the stomach. The human gleefully replied with a yes, the fellow red as a beet and almost sweating. Whether it was from the heat or his own excitement for his digestive fate, the canine couldn’t tell.

“Well then, congrats on being the first one down!” The dragon said, his tongue sliding from his once again open maw. The tongue scooped under the human, curling around him and pulling him into the hot embrace of the maw. It was an alluring thing to see, the powerful muscle pulling a whole person away, a humanoid figure lost in a sea of black flesh as it torrentially pulled him into the maw with a gush of saliva. With a bit of a snap, the dragon shut his jaws after showing off his latest prey to the crowd of doomed micros, tipping his head up and letting out a swallow. His throat surged, and they all knew that there was a human just beyond in that neck, and then soon, the scaled stomach behind the dragon’s underbelly and suit. They could only imagine what was already waiting that micro inside that stomach. “Any other takers… no? Well if you change your mind I’ll be back after the show. For now though, enjoy!”

The dragon stepped back behind the curtain, and the lights dimmed. Electronic music began to drum over the speakers and laser lights gently shifted around the place, setting the stage. The curtain began to open again, this time gently, as the first macro stepped through.


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And here we go, my first batch of YCH commissions to sell to the public. Here we have a club scenario that can play out however you'd like. You dictate the general ideas, the story beats, the characters involved and such. This setting can be same size oriented too if that's what you feel like. Want it to be safe vore without digestion, or maybe have reformation? Go nuts!

Don't like a character portrayed in the preview? Feel free to use your own, one of mine, a canon character, or even simply have me write a new one up with a species in mind!

Your characters can be the pred, the prey, an observer, or something else entirely! If you want your character eaten by my lass Ester, or maybe have your character eat her? Go for it! If you want someone else's character portrayed in this story that isn't yours, please have them note me with their permission to do so.

There will be two slots for this story, meaning that there will be two versions should more than one person purchase a slot.

The end result will be a story that is around 4000 words long tuned to your tastes. Each slot will cost $15 which will be paid upon completion due to the experimenting nature of this.

Below are my do's and dont's, loves and hates, so that you know what not to ask when it comes to stuff, at least in the regard to vore things. I can't cover every little kink out there for vore, much less other fetishes, but this gives a general idea for y'all.

Loves:
Oral vore
willing prey
digestion (soft)
foodplay
teasing preds
fatal vore
Mass Effect
turians (yes I know I already said Mass Effect)
dragons
horses
most large cats
bears
goo
colored insides
being prey
flat bellies
patterned insides (i.e. designs on the inside of the stomach)
talking about vore
aliens
micro/macro
gross vore

Likes:
Hard vore
absorption
rounded bellies (not unrealistically large)
maw play
casual vore
most preds.
spiritual residence (the prey stays with the pred in spirit)
being alone in the stomach.
indigestion
multiple prey

Meh:
massive bellies
planetary vore (either i love it or hate it)
human/human vore
excessive submission
unaware vore
hard digestion
escapism
slavery
paws/footplay
stuffing
safe vore
reformation
fullsize
uncertainty
feet
foot crushing
foot licking
foot worshiping

Dislikes:
anger
sadness
scat

Hates (will never do):
non oral vore (sorry guys, i see the appeal but it does nothing for me, the exception is goo absorption)
unwilling vore
dramatic plot
underage characters


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Comment below or send me a note if you'd like a slot or have any questions!

Slot price: $15
Slot 1: Claimed
Slot 2: Closed

**UPDATE** This event is closed, thanks for everyone taking interest in this though!