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Or, "Riff and Raff Eat Jit".
It's pretty much those two bats from that one video clip you've probably seen a gif from a whole bunch, except before their part in the movie, where they grab a snack along the way. Some simple toony fun vore stuff. Except whoops there's some longer digestion too.
Me and the friend that wrote this had to give them names and everything, too, cause they don't have any in the movie. Not even in the end credits. x3 Called them Riff and Raff. And they're both female, I think? It's very ambiguous in the movie, too, if you've never seen the clip I'd suggest watching that. This story could almost be considered like, two separate characters in a completely different universe, just a re-imagining of the movie in order to get some fetish fuel. Because there was a tiny clip of two characters in a movie that made for some really good fetish fuel.
Anyway! Hope you enjoy.
“Sisterrrr, when are we going to get there?” A female voice called out, mixed with the sound of flapping wings and wind whipping past the two bats flying through the air.
“We’re looking for them sister, it might take days!” Another voice replied, only slightly different from the previous one. The bat in front fell in next to her sister, smiling. “Don’t worry, I’m sure the Dark Rodent will-“
“No, not that!” The complaining bat, Riff, said. “This!” She nudged her head underneath herself, her muzzle pointing at her stomach. Her sister, Raff, tilted her head and looked at her as if she were an alien.
“I’m hungry!” Riff relented, and the lights seemed to turn on in Raff’s head.
“Oh! But…we have a mission to do. We weren’t told we could eat-“
Riff shushed her. Her ear twitched. “Do you hear that?”
“I hear you complaining…” Raff retorted, and her sister snorted.
“No, listen. Below us. In the trees…er, they are called trees, right?” Riff turned to Raff for confirmation, and when a nod was exchanged, she continued. “I hear moving. Something small. You think it’s the mice?”
“Mice don’t live in trees!” Raff asserted. “At least…I don’t think they do.”
“We were really underprepared for this…” Riff said, stopping to hover in mid-air above the rustling she was hearing.
Raff twitched her own ear. From what she knew, they had excellent hearing – their master had essentially created them and sent them out immediately, so she really didn’t know much – and she couldn’t hear anything.
“Are you sure you hear something?”
“Yes I’m sure! Let’s at least check it out, maybe it’s something we can-“
Riff was essentially interrupted by herself, as her pitch black stomach visibly rippled from the powerful growl that resounded from inside. The bat would have blushed if her colouration allowed it, but her sister got the picture.
“It’s okay sister, you’re hungry. But we have to find them before-“
“There!” Riff suddenly yelled, and dove into the trees. Raff blinked in confusion, watching her sister vanish beneath the green canopy.
Raff heard something now. Mainly frightened squeaks and faint crashing. She decided it was best that she follow her sister, so she slowly flapped her wings to help her descend the way she had seen her go.
She was surprised to see her sibling standing firmly on top of something. She was on a branch, a large and sturdy one at that, but something else was pinned under her right foot, and whatever it was, it was squirming heavily. “Sister, what is that?” Raff asked.
“This?” Riff grinned and picked up the poor creature by its oddly bushy tail, dangling it upside down as she turned to face Raff. “This is breakfast!”
Held in the black bat’s wing was what appeared to be a rat or a mouse, but much furrier, and with a very bushy type of tail. It was about the same size as a mouse, too. “What is it?” Raff reiterated her question. “Is that one of the mice?”
“No, I don’t think so!” Riff smirked and ran her tongue over her lips. “I just saw it, and doesn’t it look delicious?”
Raff paused. Her sister wasn’t wrong – it did look tasty. Then it began to talk.
“W-wait!” The fuzzy creature exclaimed. “Don’t eat me, don’t eat me!”
“Oh! It talks!” Riff nearly dropped the creature, but still held her grip. “What are you, fuzzy?” She asked, as nonchalantly as a person who wasn’t about to eat the one they were addressing would.
“I-I’m a squirrel! A squirrel! My name is Jit!” The squirrel was panicking – something that even bats with no experience in life could see.
“Never heard of them.” Riff bluntly said, before opening her jaws and lifting the fluffy creature above her head. Her tongue lazily lolled out, and Jit began to flail and kick.
“N-NO WAIT! DON’T EAT ME! PLEASE!” He chittered in distress, staring into the dark, slimy abyss that was Riff’s throat.
“Aaaaahhh~” Riff gaped her jaws wider, smirking and beginning to lower Jit in.
“N-no, you don’t have to do this! I-I know where you can find more foOOOD!” He screamed as he was tossed up into the air abruptly, flung high above the canopy. He scrambled to grab something but failed, plummeting head-first into the slimy tube that he had been staring into before. Instead of being chewed up or even swallowed, however, gravity seemed to be on the bat’s side.
As soon as he touched her flesh, he was gone. The momentum of his fall crammed the squirrel down her throat in seconds, bulging out her neck for a moment before her stomach rounded out. The force of him landing in her stomach forced a rather hefty belch out of Riff’s maw, making her giggle and wave a hand in front of her. “Excuse me.” She looked at Raff, whose stomach was visibly rippling from its own growls of hunger.
Riff’s stomach began to wobble, the rodent inside no doubt clawing at the walls in a desperate attempt to escape. Riff put one wing under her belly, while the other lifted up to pick at her teeth. “Are you hungry too, sister?” She asked, and Raff merely nodded.
“But there’s nothing nearby…” She said, her ears flitting in different directions to listen for potential meals. She heard none.
“Awww…” Riff ran her claws down her belly, the sounds from inside becoming a cacophony of screams for help and loud churning. Being created only a few hours ago, their bodies weren’t fully used to working on food – it might take a few hours to digest the poor squirrel, who was fighting for his life.
“Wait, there’s something.” Raff froze, her head angled downwards. She could faintly see movement – a bird, it looked like, but one that was about as large as the squirrel. It wasn’t flying, either.
Riff grinned at Raff. Raff grinned back. The two bats jumped into the air and flared their wings, then dropped down.
The small bird hiking through the woods beneath them was completely oblivious to the predators descending upon him – until it was too late. He didn’t have time to react before Riff landed directly in front of him, her stomach wobbling and sloshing noisily, and Raff landed behind him, blocking any escape. He screamed – or in this case it was more of a squawk – and backed up, but Raff wrapped her wings around him and pulled his head against her flat stomach, forcing him to hear it growling.
Riff snickered and pressed her own, much fuller stomach against the avian’s other ear, the poor creature now trapped between one sated bat and one hungry one. Both were equally cruel, it seemed.
“Hear that?” Raff asked, licking her lips. “I’m hungry. And you smell de-licious~”
The bird tried to say something, but he was muffled by fur. Raff picked him up and ran her tongue across his face, making him sputter and cough. “W-wait, what?! Y-you can’t eat me! Th-that’s- that’s horrible!”
“But I can eat you.” Raff said bluntly. “See my sister there?” She turned the bird – an owl, she was fairly sure – around, and had him look at Riff, who was picking at her teeth again. Her stomach wobbled and sloshed, but she wasn’t touching it. “She had her own meal just a moment ago, and it’s made me hungry.”
The owl panicked, beginning to squirm in the evil bat’s grip and try to grab at something to get away. “N-no, this isn’t right! Th-this is evil! Let me go!” he cried, flailing desperately as he was turned around, finding himself staring into a pair of gaping jaws. “NO!”
Raff lifted the bird up by the scruff of his neck, slowly pushing his feet into her mouth. She was slower than her sister, but clearly still not trying to savour him at all. Already she began to swallow, the terrified avian squawking and flailing frantically. Riff sat back against a tree, closing her eyes and massaging her stomach with her claws while her sister gobbled up her feathery delight.
Raff was already up to the bird’s stomach, which was slightly pudgy. He was flapping to try and escape, but his wings did nothing to pull him out, or slow his descent. Another hearty gulp pulled him in past his gut, while he tried desperately to form a coherent sentence to try and stop the bat from locking him away inside of her.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t meant to be. Another swallow pulled him down up to his neck, and he barely managed to squawk before his beak vanished past her lips. They shut quickly, and the bulge in her throat vanished as it filled out her stomach, bulged out just about the same as her sister’s.
Riff playfully clapped, smirking as Raff came over and sat down beside her. She sighed deeply with relief, but halfway through her exhale it turned into a heavy belch that carried several brown feathers with it. She put a hand over her mouth, but instead of excusing herself she simply picked her teeth much like Riff had.
The two sisters sat side by side, their stomachs both jiggling and squirming frantically with the prey inside desperately trying to escape in some way. They had no chance, of course, but the more they tried, the sleepier the bats got. Riff seemed to enjoy it quite a bit, hefting her gut in both hands and bouncing it up and down to make the poor squirrel suffer, while Raff simply stroked her hands along her stomach to aid digestion.
The two sisters giggled, turning to face each other. Almost at the exact same time, the Riff and Raff let up a pair of powerful belches – packed with the scent of digesting fur and feathers, respectively. This threw them into another fit of giggles, and they ended up flopping on their backs and passing out to digest.
Their stomachs kicked and wobbled for the better part of their nap.
---
When the two siblings woke up, Raff found that her stomach was no longer moving, although it was still rounded out quite a bit. Riff’s was almost the same size – in fact when she poked it, she could feel small, almost unnoticeable wiggles. Though that just might be bones, she thought…
Raff was the first to wake, and rubbed her eyes as she did. The sun was directly overhead now – they had been asleep for quite a while, probably six hours.
Her stomach let out a low gwwwrrrbbllll and she heard (and felt) bones shifting around inside. The bird she had eaten was nothing but chyme and bone fragments now, whereas her sister’s gut (which she was now prodding in earnest) seemed to still have almost an entire squirrel inside.
“Ugh, is this normal sister?” Riff asked, poking her stomach and letting out a deep, guttural belch that made her stomach tighten up. A very faint squeak came from inside.
“Hm…” Raff slowly pressed her ear to her sister’s gut, listening closely. At first all she heard were powerful gurgles and the sounds of a stomach working in earnest, but very faintly she could hear…
“P…lease…hel…p…” It was the squirrel’s voice for sure – what else would it be, really – and it surprised Raff.
“He’s still alive.” Raff gave Riff’s stomach a pat. “Don’t worry though, sister – he’ll be gone soon~ this just means you’ll be full a bit longer.”
Raff stood up, her stomach jutting out almost like she was pregnant. Riff followed soon after, looking much fuller and far more content.
“Well, where are we going then?” Riff asked. “We still don’t know where they are.”
Raff paused and tapped her chin with a claw, sighing. “I’m not sure, but all I know is…”
The bat reached down and grabbed her sister’s gut, jostling it up and down. Riff replied with a hearty belch, expelling a few flecks of brownish-red hairs from her maw in the process. Raff got quite the view of her rippling, slimy throat.
“That we’ll bring them back to the Dark Rodent in a different way…”
Raff’s stomach growled again. Somehow, she was hungry for more. She’d never tasted mouse, yet…after all, she was only created today.
It's pretty much those two bats from that one video clip you've probably seen a gif from a whole bunch, except before their part in the movie, where they grab a snack along the way. Some simple toony fun vore stuff. Except whoops there's some longer digestion too.
Me and the friend that wrote this had to give them names and everything, too, cause they don't have any in the movie. Not even in the end credits. x3 Called them Riff and Raff. And they're both female, I think? It's very ambiguous in the movie, too, if you've never seen the clip I'd suggest watching that. This story could almost be considered like, two separate characters in a completely different universe, just a re-imagining of the movie in order to get some fetish fuel. Because there was a tiny clip of two characters in a movie that made for some really good fetish fuel.
Anyway! Hope you enjoy.
“Sisterrrr, when are we going to get there?” A female voice called out, mixed with the sound of flapping wings and wind whipping past the two bats flying through the air.
“We’re looking for them sister, it might take days!” Another voice replied, only slightly different from the previous one. The bat in front fell in next to her sister, smiling. “Don’t worry, I’m sure the Dark Rodent will-“
“No, not that!” The complaining bat, Riff, said. “This!” She nudged her head underneath herself, her muzzle pointing at her stomach. Her sister, Raff, tilted her head and looked at her as if she were an alien.
“I’m hungry!” Riff relented, and the lights seemed to turn on in Raff’s head.
“Oh! But…we have a mission to do. We weren’t told we could eat-“
Riff shushed her. Her ear twitched. “Do you hear that?”
“I hear you complaining…” Raff retorted, and her sister snorted.
“No, listen. Below us. In the trees…er, they are called trees, right?” Riff turned to Raff for confirmation, and when a nod was exchanged, she continued. “I hear moving. Something small. You think it’s the mice?”
“Mice don’t live in trees!” Raff asserted. “At least…I don’t think they do.”
“We were really underprepared for this…” Riff said, stopping to hover in mid-air above the rustling she was hearing.
Raff twitched her own ear. From what she knew, they had excellent hearing – their master had essentially created them and sent them out immediately, so she really didn’t know much – and she couldn’t hear anything.
“Are you sure you hear something?”
“Yes I’m sure! Let’s at least check it out, maybe it’s something we can-“
Riff was essentially interrupted by herself, as her pitch black stomach visibly rippled from the powerful growl that resounded from inside. The bat would have blushed if her colouration allowed it, but her sister got the picture.
“It’s okay sister, you’re hungry. But we have to find them before-“
“There!” Riff suddenly yelled, and dove into the trees. Raff blinked in confusion, watching her sister vanish beneath the green canopy.
Raff heard something now. Mainly frightened squeaks and faint crashing. She decided it was best that she follow her sister, so she slowly flapped her wings to help her descend the way she had seen her go.
She was surprised to see her sibling standing firmly on top of something. She was on a branch, a large and sturdy one at that, but something else was pinned under her right foot, and whatever it was, it was squirming heavily. “Sister, what is that?” Raff asked.
“This?” Riff grinned and picked up the poor creature by its oddly bushy tail, dangling it upside down as she turned to face Raff. “This is breakfast!”
Held in the black bat’s wing was what appeared to be a rat or a mouse, but much furrier, and with a very bushy type of tail. It was about the same size as a mouse, too. “What is it?” Raff reiterated her question. “Is that one of the mice?”
“No, I don’t think so!” Riff smirked and ran her tongue over her lips. “I just saw it, and doesn’t it look delicious?”
Raff paused. Her sister wasn’t wrong – it did look tasty. Then it began to talk.
“W-wait!” The fuzzy creature exclaimed. “Don’t eat me, don’t eat me!”
“Oh! It talks!” Riff nearly dropped the creature, but still held her grip. “What are you, fuzzy?” She asked, as nonchalantly as a person who wasn’t about to eat the one they were addressing would.
“I-I’m a squirrel! A squirrel! My name is Jit!” The squirrel was panicking – something that even bats with no experience in life could see.
“Never heard of them.” Riff bluntly said, before opening her jaws and lifting the fluffy creature above her head. Her tongue lazily lolled out, and Jit began to flail and kick.
“N-NO WAIT! DON’T EAT ME! PLEASE!” He chittered in distress, staring into the dark, slimy abyss that was Riff’s throat.
“Aaaaahhh~” Riff gaped her jaws wider, smirking and beginning to lower Jit in.
“N-no, you don’t have to do this! I-I know where you can find more foOOOD!” He screamed as he was tossed up into the air abruptly, flung high above the canopy. He scrambled to grab something but failed, plummeting head-first into the slimy tube that he had been staring into before. Instead of being chewed up or even swallowed, however, gravity seemed to be on the bat’s side.
As soon as he touched her flesh, he was gone. The momentum of his fall crammed the squirrel down her throat in seconds, bulging out her neck for a moment before her stomach rounded out. The force of him landing in her stomach forced a rather hefty belch out of Riff’s maw, making her giggle and wave a hand in front of her. “Excuse me.” She looked at Raff, whose stomach was visibly rippling from its own growls of hunger.
Riff’s stomach began to wobble, the rodent inside no doubt clawing at the walls in a desperate attempt to escape. Riff put one wing under her belly, while the other lifted up to pick at her teeth. “Are you hungry too, sister?” She asked, and Raff merely nodded.
“But there’s nothing nearby…” She said, her ears flitting in different directions to listen for potential meals. She heard none.
“Awww…” Riff ran her claws down her belly, the sounds from inside becoming a cacophony of screams for help and loud churning. Being created only a few hours ago, their bodies weren’t fully used to working on food – it might take a few hours to digest the poor squirrel, who was fighting for his life.
“Wait, there’s something.” Raff froze, her head angled downwards. She could faintly see movement – a bird, it looked like, but one that was about as large as the squirrel. It wasn’t flying, either.
Riff grinned at Raff. Raff grinned back. The two bats jumped into the air and flared their wings, then dropped down.
The small bird hiking through the woods beneath them was completely oblivious to the predators descending upon him – until it was too late. He didn’t have time to react before Riff landed directly in front of him, her stomach wobbling and sloshing noisily, and Raff landed behind him, blocking any escape. He screamed – or in this case it was more of a squawk – and backed up, but Raff wrapped her wings around him and pulled his head against her flat stomach, forcing him to hear it growling.
Riff snickered and pressed her own, much fuller stomach against the avian’s other ear, the poor creature now trapped between one sated bat and one hungry one. Both were equally cruel, it seemed.
“Hear that?” Raff asked, licking her lips. “I’m hungry. And you smell de-licious~”
The bird tried to say something, but he was muffled by fur. Raff picked him up and ran her tongue across his face, making him sputter and cough. “W-wait, what?! Y-you can’t eat me! Th-that’s- that’s horrible!”
“But I can eat you.” Raff said bluntly. “See my sister there?” She turned the bird – an owl, she was fairly sure – around, and had him look at Riff, who was picking at her teeth again. Her stomach wobbled and sloshed, but she wasn’t touching it. “She had her own meal just a moment ago, and it’s made me hungry.”
The owl panicked, beginning to squirm in the evil bat’s grip and try to grab at something to get away. “N-no, this isn’t right! Th-this is evil! Let me go!” he cried, flailing desperately as he was turned around, finding himself staring into a pair of gaping jaws. “NO!”
Raff lifted the bird up by the scruff of his neck, slowly pushing his feet into her mouth. She was slower than her sister, but clearly still not trying to savour him at all. Already she began to swallow, the terrified avian squawking and flailing frantically. Riff sat back against a tree, closing her eyes and massaging her stomach with her claws while her sister gobbled up her feathery delight.
Raff was already up to the bird’s stomach, which was slightly pudgy. He was flapping to try and escape, but his wings did nothing to pull him out, or slow his descent. Another hearty gulp pulled him in past his gut, while he tried desperately to form a coherent sentence to try and stop the bat from locking him away inside of her.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t meant to be. Another swallow pulled him down up to his neck, and he barely managed to squawk before his beak vanished past her lips. They shut quickly, and the bulge in her throat vanished as it filled out her stomach, bulged out just about the same as her sister’s.
Riff playfully clapped, smirking as Raff came over and sat down beside her. She sighed deeply with relief, but halfway through her exhale it turned into a heavy belch that carried several brown feathers with it. She put a hand over her mouth, but instead of excusing herself she simply picked her teeth much like Riff had.
The two sisters sat side by side, their stomachs both jiggling and squirming frantically with the prey inside desperately trying to escape in some way. They had no chance, of course, but the more they tried, the sleepier the bats got. Riff seemed to enjoy it quite a bit, hefting her gut in both hands and bouncing it up and down to make the poor squirrel suffer, while Raff simply stroked her hands along her stomach to aid digestion.
The two sisters giggled, turning to face each other. Almost at the exact same time, the Riff and Raff let up a pair of powerful belches – packed with the scent of digesting fur and feathers, respectively. This threw them into another fit of giggles, and they ended up flopping on their backs and passing out to digest.
Their stomachs kicked and wobbled for the better part of their nap.
---
When the two siblings woke up, Raff found that her stomach was no longer moving, although it was still rounded out quite a bit. Riff’s was almost the same size – in fact when she poked it, she could feel small, almost unnoticeable wiggles. Though that just might be bones, she thought…
Raff was the first to wake, and rubbed her eyes as she did. The sun was directly overhead now – they had been asleep for quite a while, probably six hours.
Her stomach let out a low gwwwrrrbbllll and she heard (and felt) bones shifting around inside. The bird she had eaten was nothing but chyme and bone fragments now, whereas her sister’s gut (which she was now prodding in earnest) seemed to still have almost an entire squirrel inside.
“Ugh, is this normal sister?” Riff asked, poking her stomach and letting out a deep, guttural belch that made her stomach tighten up. A very faint squeak came from inside.
“Hm…” Raff slowly pressed her ear to her sister’s gut, listening closely. At first all she heard were powerful gurgles and the sounds of a stomach working in earnest, but very faintly she could hear…
“P…lease…hel…p…” It was the squirrel’s voice for sure – what else would it be, really – and it surprised Raff.
“He’s still alive.” Raff gave Riff’s stomach a pat. “Don’t worry though, sister – he’ll be gone soon~ this just means you’ll be full a bit longer.”
Raff stood up, her stomach jutting out almost like she was pregnant. Riff followed soon after, looking much fuller and far more content.
“Well, where are we going then?” Riff asked. “We still don’t know where they are.”
Raff paused and tapped her chin with a claw, sighing. “I’m not sure, but all I know is…”
The bat reached down and grabbed her sister’s gut, jostling it up and down. Riff replied with a hearty belch, expelling a few flecks of brownish-red hairs from her maw in the process. Raff got quite the view of her rippling, slimy throat.
“That we’ll bring them back to the Dark Rodent in a different way…”
Raff’s stomach growled again. Somehow, she was hungry for more. She’d never tasted mouse, yet…after all, she was only created today.
Category Story / Vore
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