An old, super short story of mine I finally got around to uploading, with thumbnail art too!

Not entirely my usual cup of tea, content wise, but it was fun to write nonetheless.

Features 2nd Person/PoV narration!

Story contains Soft Vore (no digestion), Transformation/TF, lots of Rubber, and some new friends.

Thumbnail Art by  Unycorn  Rawr
Full Res Art: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/37068622/

A text dump is provided below.
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This is it.

You find yourself cornered by the great beast, it stands on all fours and still it towers over you. Three heads, each attached to a long, serpentine neck, stare down at you, hunger in their eyes. For a moment, they squabble wordlessly with one another – a nip here, a growl there and finally an agreement – they are deciding who gets the sole pleasure of being the one to eat you. You press yourself against the wall in hopes that they'll change their mind. Finally, the middle head leans forward and snorts, it's nostrils blowing twin jets of hot, moist air over your body. You flinch reflexively, but then you notice something strange as you get a close-up view of the monster. A thick seam runs across the beast's face, up the snout, between the eyes and down the neck – the whole head has a strange, glossy sheen to it. The creature appears to be made of some sort of rubbery material, but that doesn't seem to make it any less hungry. A long, thick tongue of the same material moist with saliva, worms its way from between its lips and gently caresses your chest, working its way up and over your face, coating you in hot, wet slime. It's tasting me, you think as you brace for the worst, fearing that you'll be torn to bits by sharp teeth any moment now. The tongue quickly lashes our and wraps itself around your midsection, binding your arms to your sides. Before you can try and kick or struggle, you feel yourself flicked into the air and for a brief instant you find yourself staring down into the hot, dark abyss beneath you. There's a whoosh of air past your ears and you you plummet downward, your legs being squeezed together by the tight throat below you as you're thrust into its open maw. You feel the soft, slimy rubber walls pressing against your thighs from every angle. Ahead of you, the jaws slam shut and you're plunged into a world of darkness and the smell of hot rubber. To your relief, the creature's teeth are soft and squishy, tickling you at most as you slide over the tongue beneath you.

With an audible gulp from all around you, an invisible force yanks you in deeper as the tongue glides along your back. You try to brace yourself but the slick walls provide no grip as you descend into warm, moist darkness. For a while, it feels as if your entire body is being gently squeezed as you're forced into the tight throat – there's little to see, and all you can hear is the sound of your own body sloppily being carried along by the undulations of the creature's soft, vinyl esophagus. At long last, your body is ejected into small sac, presumably the monster's stomach. Your limbs press deep into the soft, stretchy lining and you slide to the bottom easily, the walls being slick with juices. The smell is an intense aroma of hot vinyl rubber, and there's only barely enough air to breathe. It's stiflingly hot and your body is drenched head to toe, but you're somehow still alive. Thankfully, it doesn't feel as if you're being actively digested – nothing burns so at least your end will be painless, you think.

You stew for what feels like hours, struggling to keep your head above the growing pool of saliva at your knees every now and then until eventually, you feel a faint shudder all around you. Before you can react, you find yourself suddenly yanked upwards, your arms forced to your sides again as you are pulled back into what feels just like the throat you had been sucked down earlier.

Is it going to throw up? Am I going to live? You barely have time to think about it before you're suddenly being squeezed again from every imaginable angle. You're caught, limbs pressed against your sides and you can barely muster the strength to struggle. There is a loud squelching sound and another strong undulation carries you forward until your face is pressed into what feels like a wall of soft, moist rubber. For a moment, it feels as if your face is being squished into the side of a wet balloon, your eyes and mouth forced shut. You let out a muffled grunt as the pressure mounts until, finally, it slowly begins to melt away.

You open your mouth to take breath and are met with the shocking sensation of fresh air. You cautiously open your eyes and are surprised to see the ground in front of you. You reflexively try to cry out with joy, but can only manage to produce a loud, happy barking grunt. Confused, you try to speak, but can only seem to produce a series of soft growls and grunts. Looking down, you spy a bright green snout protruding from where your nose once was. You try to reach forward to touch it, but your arms don't respond – you can't even feel them – or your legs for that matter.

Suddenly, one of the creature's heads swings into view, and it presses its snout under yours, producing a soft squeak, the sound of rubber chafing against rubber. It gently lifts and supports your head. You try your best to “stand up” and feel your back arch upwards – it's quite thick and strong and it easily supports your entire body weight without much effort. You look down and are shocked to see a matching green neck extending down from where your torso once was. You follow it, only to find that it leads right back to the body of the monster that had just devoured you! The head that helped you up, the middle head, leans in and gently nuzzles your cheek, then gives you a gentle, affectionate lick. You feel yourself blush at the gesture, while the far right head leans in and playfully nibbles at a fin on the side of your head where your ear once was. The left head seems to keep to itself, however, opting instead to sulk moodily to the side – seemingly disappointed that it didn't get to be the one to eat you.

You are a part of them now, it seems – you don't know what they're thinking, but you can feel your collective body – you can feel how hungry you all are. Saliva pools in your mouth and you let your tongue hang and drip as your mind drifts to the thought of your next meal. You don't know what eating another person will feel or taste like, but something deep in the primal center of your squeaky brain tells you that you're going to enjoy it and the new friend it will bring.