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Shriga looked out her window, at the blue Igwulf in the village center, swarmed by pups. She giggled at his dumbfounded expression, looking about confused and unsure. Soon enough, Shriga heard the sounds of the pup’s parents calling them. The various little ones departed, scampering away from the stranger and back to their concerned parents, leaving the stranger alone, under the judging eye of the village. He picked himself up, slowly, about to make his way for the village exit. “E-excuse me?” He slowly turned his head towards her, seeing in the window of one of the domed homes, a yellow furred Igwulf. Shriga gave her warmest, most inviting smile. “I see that you’re new in town!” Looking about, almost suspiciously so, the stranger simply listened. “I’d like to apologize on behalf of my village. They’re rather weary of those they’re unfamiliar with. Save for the youth of course! Please, come inside! I’ll give you a proper welcome!” Looking about again, the stranger, seeming quite nervous at this gracious offer, slowly shuffled towards the door.
Shriga quickly made her way to greet him proper. Opening the door she now got a proper look at the stranger in her midst. Blue fur, dark brown mane, black markings, and the one feature that stuck out most. His unusual attire, she hadn’t seen an article of clothing quite like this before. It seemed unusually smooth and streamlined. Not like the rougher stitch-work usually seen around these parts. “Is everything alright?” The stranger said. Shriga suddenly realized she was staring. Blushing lightly she turned her attention to her guest. “Oh! I’m fine. Just fine! Please, come in! I’m Shriga.” She smiled warmly again, gesturing towards a small couch. “Please have a seat.” He walked in, sitting down and sinking into the couch. “I don’t believe I caught your name Mr…?” He looked at her, finding himself smile at the surprising hospitality from this one local he’s just now met. “It’s Frost.” Frost? She thought to herself. An unusual name for sure. She figured he had been from a fair distance away, just based on his reaction to what Shriga thought was a typical village. Shriga slowly stalked over to the couch, heading to a chair opposite it, letting her long bushy tail slide across Frost. He gave her a questionable look, as she gracefully set herself in the chair. “And where are you from, Mr. Frost?” She noticed this question made her guest visibly uncomfortable. Wanting to be a good host, and to maintain a good first impression, she quickly searched her mind for another subject. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, she spoke back up. “I’m sorry, so rude of me to ask such a personal question!” Frost found himself chuckling. “Oh don’t worry about it.” Frost gave her a re-assuring smile, as she regained her composure. “Tell me, do you have anywhere to stay?” Frost shook his head, and Shriga saw an opportunity. “Well then, you should stay here for now. I insist!”
Frost reeled back from this a bit. Was it normal for someone to be this open and friendly to a complete stranger? He found words coming to him, not quite fully formed yet. “Oh, well, uhh. That’s um. Very kind of you, but I- err.” Frost saw her smile and cheery disposition waver somewhat. “But I really wasn’t planning on staying for too long.” Shriga felt frustrated and angry, but she kept her outer appearance cool and collected. “But you can’t just stay out there in the wilderness! Trust me, it’s cozy and warm in here.” Frost sighed. “I’m sorry Miss, but I really can’t stay the night. I’m meeting a friend tomorrow. And if I stay the night I won’t be able to meet him on time.” Shriga watched him intently. He was lying. She knew it. She could feel it. He didn’t want to stay with her. But she’d show him, she was a fantastic host, and she would prove it. Shriga slowly got up from her chair, carefully padding over and sitting next to Frost. He had that dumbfounded expression on his face again. It was kind of cute, how unsure of things he seemed, Shriga thought. She let her tail snake behind him, wrapping it across his midsection. Turning towards him, she gazed straight into his eyes. Frost started shuffling, even more uncomfortable now then he had been before. “Perhaps I could provide some… incentive for you to miss your meeting? I can be quite a gracious host..” Leaning in towards him, she saw her guest blushing, looking at her flabbergast. Trying to scoot back, yet not finding any space to do so, he instead slid off the couch entirely, landing on the floor with a loud thump, accompanied with Shriga’s giggling. “Are you alright Mr. Frost?” He looked up at her from the floor as she loomed over him. “Look. I appreciate your… offer. But I’m really not looking for something like that… I need to go.”
Shriga could only stare. She used her charms, laid her cards on the table. Yet still this male insisted on not staying. Did he think she was ugly? Was he really that shallow? No! She couldn’t let him leave. Not now. He had to see. Had to see her personality was worthy. There was more to her than just looks. “I see. I can take a hint. Well, could I at least offer you a something to drink before you leave?” At this Frost’s ears perked up. “How would you like a nice cup of tea? It won’t take long.” Frost thought to himself. “Alright, sure, I suppose I have time for that.” She smiled as he picked himself up off the floor, scurrying to the kitchen as he replaced himself on the couch. Shriga reached into the cupboard, grabbing the canister of tea leaves and setting it on the counter, then reaching back in and pulling out an even smaller canister. She opened it, looking in to find the last bit of brown powder within. Nearly a year ago she had commissioned this from an alchemist from a few villages away. She had used small doses every now and then, carefully, making sure no one would know. She quickly set a kettle brewing above the pit stove, working diligently and quickly. Within a few minutes she had a pot brewed. Grabbing two clay cups, emptying the powder in one and setting them both on a tray, she carried it into the living room, setting it down upon the table and pouring her guest a cup. “Ah! Thank you!” Frost said, grabbing his cup and lifting it to his snout, breathing in the warm odor wafting around his face. Shriga occasionally glanced at him as she poured herself a cup, watching him slowly sip at his cup. “It’s the very least I can do Mr. Frost.” She said, smiling warmly as he continued drinking. After a few minutes he finished his cup, sighing happily. “Say, could I get some to go?” He said, fishing into one of his pockets and pulling out a thermos. “Oh but of course!” She said, grabbing the canister and tray, heading into the kitchen.
Frost glanced around the plainly decorated room. She was taking a while on this. Digging into his pockets, something felt wrong. His jacket wasn’t quite as snug as he remembered. Looking at his paw, he saw it shrinking into the sleeve. Frost gasped aloud, watching as similar things happened to the rest of his body, slowly being enveloped by his jacket, now not even coming close to fitting him. He pushed his way out of the folded layers of leather. Breaking free of it, he saw Shriga, standing before him. He was now the size of a pup. “W-what happened!?” Frost exclaimed. Shriga chuckled, reaching down and picking him up by the scruff of his neck, keeping him at arm’s length as he struggled and squirmed. “You wouldn’t stay with me. And I wanted to show you that was a mistake.” The whole time she talked, a mischievous grin crept up on her face. “I’m so sorry for it having to come to this. I’m really quite the sweety, but you pushed me. But now you get to stay with me!” Her expression changed to that of a cheery grin. Frost gave her a frustrated look, dangling from the scruff of his neck. “You can’t do this! Someone will find out you’re holding me against my will!” She smiled widely, narrowing her eyes. “When I’m done, it won’t be against your will.” Frost began to panic at these words, as she lifted him above her head. Looking down, he saw her open her maw, stretching it as wide as she could to reveal the long dark fleshy tunnel concealed behind those lips. She licked playfully at his tail, which he quickly pulled back, staring in horror as she slowly lowered him into her warm green maw. He felt his foot-paws press against her soft tongue, doing his best to kick against it, only managing to coat them in saliva, letting them slide down towards her gullet, which greedily began gulping at them. Flailing about he began to shout, but she slapped a paw around his muzzle just in time, using that paw to push her guest down her throat rather quickly. He panicked, struggling as he sunk much more quickly into the quivering green darkness, as she swallowed up enough of him to close her maw over his form.
It was dark, damp, and warm. Frost could feel his legs being pulled down by the strong throat muscles gripping him. He quickly began looking for something to grab onto as he slid in, little by little, every second that passed luring him even farther from escape. Each time he tried to grab onto something, be it the lip of her maw, teeth, even the massive tongue trying to aid his descent, his grip slipped free. He was up to his neck, glancing around as she opened her maw to let one last burst of light shine through. Then he saw the paw reach in and press against the tip of his snout. That was all it took to send Frost sliding down Shriga’s gullet. Being clenched in the tight fleshy tunnel, it was too dark for him to see. But he could hear things. The most prominent of which was the steadily increasing sound of her heart, beating right next to his head. The sound was almost deafening, and thankfully faded as he was quickly drawn down. Within a few seconds he felt his feet break free of the hold of her throat, letting them dangle in empty space momentarily before touching down on the soft pulsating floor of the stomach, with the rest of his body following suit. Frost was squeezed down into the dark hot chamber. He pushed against the walls as best he could, but the muscular belly walls were so tight and stretched. Frost was forced to curl up a little, as the tension relaxed slowly, and the sounds of his hosts body shifting and settling lulled him to sleep.
Shriga cooed softly, rubbing over her slightly swollen gut as she licked her chops. She would keep her guest safe, and he would see. He would see that she was a kind and gracious host. He would awake to find himself not digested, and part of his captor, but in-tact and taken care of. And maybe in time, after he realized his mistakes, he would come to accept the affection she showed. But she was getting ahead of herself. Waddling over to the bedroom she gracefully laid herself down upon her bed, feeling the fading struggles of her prey as he began to relax and get comfortable. No one would ask about the whereabouts of the mysterious drifter that came into town. No one would question Shriga’s slight belly she had developed. This sort of thing had a habit of happening after a big meal. Frost was hers, and she had all the time in the world to make him see the error of his ways.
Another picture with colored line art. Still experimenting with things I suppose. Also there's a story here that you may or may not have read, involving this new character, Shriga. More to come about that later. For now, enjoy.
Shriga quickly made her way to greet him proper. Opening the door she now got a proper look at the stranger in her midst. Blue fur, dark brown mane, black markings, and the one feature that stuck out most. His unusual attire, she hadn’t seen an article of clothing quite like this before. It seemed unusually smooth and streamlined. Not like the rougher stitch-work usually seen around these parts. “Is everything alright?” The stranger said. Shriga suddenly realized she was staring. Blushing lightly she turned her attention to her guest. “Oh! I’m fine. Just fine! Please, come in! I’m Shriga.” She smiled warmly again, gesturing towards a small couch. “Please have a seat.” He walked in, sitting down and sinking into the couch. “I don’t believe I caught your name Mr…?” He looked at her, finding himself smile at the surprising hospitality from this one local he’s just now met. “It’s Frost.” Frost? She thought to herself. An unusual name for sure. She figured he had been from a fair distance away, just based on his reaction to what Shriga thought was a typical village. Shriga slowly stalked over to the couch, heading to a chair opposite it, letting her long bushy tail slide across Frost. He gave her a questionable look, as she gracefully set herself in the chair. “And where are you from, Mr. Frost?” She noticed this question made her guest visibly uncomfortable. Wanting to be a good host, and to maintain a good first impression, she quickly searched her mind for another subject. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, she spoke back up. “I’m sorry, so rude of me to ask such a personal question!” Frost found himself chuckling. “Oh don’t worry about it.” Frost gave her a re-assuring smile, as she regained her composure. “Tell me, do you have anywhere to stay?” Frost shook his head, and Shriga saw an opportunity. “Well then, you should stay here for now. I insist!”
Frost reeled back from this a bit. Was it normal for someone to be this open and friendly to a complete stranger? He found words coming to him, not quite fully formed yet. “Oh, well, uhh. That’s um. Very kind of you, but I- err.” Frost saw her smile and cheery disposition waver somewhat. “But I really wasn’t planning on staying for too long.” Shriga felt frustrated and angry, but she kept her outer appearance cool and collected. “But you can’t just stay out there in the wilderness! Trust me, it’s cozy and warm in here.” Frost sighed. “I’m sorry Miss, but I really can’t stay the night. I’m meeting a friend tomorrow. And if I stay the night I won’t be able to meet him on time.” Shriga watched him intently. He was lying. She knew it. She could feel it. He didn’t want to stay with her. But she’d show him, she was a fantastic host, and she would prove it. Shriga slowly got up from her chair, carefully padding over and sitting next to Frost. He had that dumbfounded expression on his face again. It was kind of cute, how unsure of things he seemed, Shriga thought. She let her tail snake behind him, wrapping it across his midsection. Turning towards him, she gazed straight into his eyes. Frost started shuffling, even more uncomfortable now then he had been before. “Perhaps I could provide some… incentive for you to miss your meeting? I can be quite a gracious host..” Leaning in towards him, she saw her guest blushing, looking at her flabbergast. Trying to scoot back, yet not finding any space to do so, he instead slid off the couch entirely, landing on the floor with a loud thump, accompanied with Shriga’s giggling. “Are you alright Mr. Frost?” He looked up at her from the floor as she loomed over him. “Look. I appreciate your… offer. But I’m really not looking for something like that… I need to go.”
Shriga could only stare. She used her charms, laid her cards on the table. Yet still this male insisted on not staying. Did he think she was ugly? Was he really that shallow? No! She couldn’t let him leave. Not now. He had to see. Had to see her personality was worthy. There was more to her than just looks. “I see. I can take a hint. Well, could I at least offer you a something to drink before you leave?” At this Frost’s ears perked up. “How would you like a nice cup of tea? It won’t take long.” Frost thought to himself. “Alright, sure, I suppose I have time for that.” She smiled as he picked himself up off the floor, scurrying to the kitchen as he replaced himself on the couch. Shriga reached into the cupboard, grabbing the canister of tea leaves and setting it on the counter, then reaching back in and pulling out an even smaller canister. She opened it, looking in to find the last bit of brown powder within. Nearly a year ago she had commissioned this from an alchemist from a few villages away. She had used small doses every now and then, carefully, making sure no one would know. She quickly set a kettle brewing above the pit stove, working diligently and quickly. Within a few minutes she had a pot brewed. Grabbing two clay cups, emptying the powder in one and setting them both on a tray, she carried it into the living room, setting it down upon the table and pouring her guest a cup. “Ah! Thank you!” Frost said, grabbing his cup and lifting it to his snout, breathing in the warm odor wafting around his face. Shriga occasionally glanced at him as she poured herself a cup, watching him slowly sip at his cup. “It’s the very least I can do Mr. Frost.” She said, smiling warmly as he continued drinking. After a few minutes he finished his cup, sighing happily. “Say, could I get some to go?” He said, fishing into one of his pockets and pulling out a thermos. “Oh but of course!” She said, grabbing the canister and tray, heading into the kitchen.
Frost glanced around the plainly decorated room. She was taking a while on this. Digging into his pockets, something felt wrong. His jacket wasn’t quite as snug as he remembered. Looking at his paw, he saw it shrinking into the sleeve. Frost gasped aloud, watching as similar things happened to the rest of his body, slowly being enveloped by his jacket, now not even coming close to fitting him. He pushed his way out of the folded layers of leather. Breaking free of it, he saw Shriga, standing before him. He was now the size of a pup. “W-what happened!?” Frost exclaimed. Shriga chuckled, reaching down and picking him up by the scruff of his neck, keeping him at arm’s length as he struggled and squirmed. “You wouldn’t stay with me. And I wanted to show you that was a mistake.” The whole time she talked, a mischievous grin crept up on her face. “I’m so sorry for it having to come to this. I’m really quite the sweety, but you pushed me. But now you get to stay with me!” Her expression changed to that of a cheery grin. Frost gave her a frustrated look, dangling from the scruff of his neck. “You can’t do this! Someone will find out you’re holding me against my will!” She smiled widely, narrowing her eyes. “When I’m done, it won’t be against your will.” Frost began to panic at these words, as she lifted him above her head. Looking down, he saw her open her maw, stretching it as wide as she could to reveal the long dark fleshy tunnel concealed behind those lips. She licked playfully at his tail, which he quickly pulled back, staring in horror as she slowly lowered him into her warm green maw. He felt his foot-paws press against her soft tongue, doing his best to kick against it, only managing to coat them in saliva, letting them slide down towards her gullet, which greedily began gulping at them. Flailing about he began to shout, but she slapped a paw around his muzzle just in time, using that paw to push her guest down her throat rather quickly. He panicked, struggling as he sunk much more quickly into the quivering green darkness, as she swallowed up enough of him to close her maw over his form.
It was dark, damp, and warm. Frost could feel his legs being pulled down by the strong throat muscles gripping him. He quickly began looking for something to grab onto as he slid in, little by little, every second that passed luring him even farther from escape. Each time he tried to grab onto something, be it the lip of her maw, teeth, even the massive tongue trying to aid his descent, his grip slipped free. He was up to his neck, glancing around as she opened her maw to let one last burst of light shine through. Then he saw the paw reach in and press against the tip of his snout. That was all it took to send Frost sliding down Shriga’s gullet. Being clenched in the tight fleshy tunnel, it was too dark for him to see. But he could hear things. The most prominent of which was the steadily increasing sound of her heart, beating right next to his head. The sound was almost deafening, and thankfully faded as he was quickly drawn down. Within a few seconds he felt his feet break free of the hold of her throat, letting them dangle in empty space momentarily before touching down on the soft pulsating floor of the stomach, with the rest of his body following suit. Frost was squeezed down into the dark hot chamber. He pushed against the walls as best he could, but the muscular belly walls were so tight and stretched. Frost was forced to curl up a little, as the tension relaxed slowly, and the sounds of his hosts body shifting and settling lulled him to sleep.
Shriga cooed softly, rubbing over her slightly swollen gut as she licked her chops. She would keep her guest safe, and he would see. He would see that she was a kind and gracious host. He would awake to find himself not digested, and part of his captor, but in-tact and taken care of. And maybe in time, after he realized his mistakes, he would come to accept the affection she showed. But she was getting ahead of herself. Waddling over to the bedroom she gracefully laid herself down upon her bed, feeling the fading struggles of her prey as he began to relax and get comfortable. No one would ask about the whereabouts of the mysterious drifter that came into town. No one would question Shriga’s slight belly she had developed. This sort of thing had a habit of happening after a big meal. Frost was hers, and she had all the time in the world to make him see the error of his ways.
Another picture with colored line art. Still experimenting with things I suppose. Also there's a story here that you may or may not have read, involving this new character, Shriga. More to come about that later. For now, enjoy.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Vore
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Size 700 x 600px
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