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So. We all started somewhere. Stories that weren't about vore but feature it, cartoons, books and more often than not folktale, which makes us realize that seeing characters being eaten triggers our brains.
When we get older, we move on to actual fetish stories, a world of far more direct stories that don't hide their meaning and often jump straight to the 'juicy' bits.
While that is fine, I got myself thinking back to the simpler 'hidden' stories that are absurdly tame, and wondered if I could write something like that, something that could very well have existed as some c-list folktale in some old book full of pictures.
So far I wrote two, they both involve bakers because damn if that isn't a good fairytale setup. Perhaps in the future I will write more, if the stories are liked.
Story 1 is a food TF story, unaware pred M/F
Story 2 is an Oral Vore story, unaware-ish pred F/F
Both are fatal and a bit tragic.
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Story 1: A Taste of my Love
Once upon a time there was a shy, timid baker who toiled away at her master's pastry shop. Though her life was hard, she never failed in her craft, always putting her all in whatever she baked. To add to her misery, of all people she could have fallen in love with, it was the prince who had won her heart.
Confessing her feelings to such a person was something she knew was impossible. Those emotions were fated to be forever held within her.
One day the prince announced he would be hosting a great conquest, the castle needed a new master baker, and so the one who delivered to him the best of cakes would win.
To bake that cake became the girl's only objective for many days, but no matter how much she tried, something was always missing, no pastry had become equal to her love.
The girl then decided there was only one way to convey her emotions, today she would really give her all in the craft. She closed her eyes and dove into the mixture, she felt herself becoming more and more part of the dough, her emotions, her memories, all of her would became part of it.
Other bakers finished her pastry without even realising what had happened. She felt herself be baked and decorated for the contest.
Finally, she felt herself face to face with her beloved prince. Even then she still felt worthless, he had eaten slices of a dozen cakes, and she was but one of many.
And yet when he ate a slice of her, his mind was flooded with many feelings as his lip touched the pastry, before he could realize, he had fallen in love.
He eagerly ate all of that cake, unlike he had done to any other. Not a crumb was left in the plate, as each bite brought him a sense of warmth unlike any other. He immediately declared that whoever had made the pastry would be the next baker of the castle, and when he learned it had been made by a young maiden the prince knew he loved that woman.
Yet, nobody ever found her again, because she had given her all in the pastry, she no longer existed. The prince never knew she had been within him, and he would spend years searching for her with a lonely, broken heart.
Story 2: The Sweetest Baker and the Ogre
Once upon a time, in a small village on the edge of a forest, an ogress suddenly appeared. The villagers were terrified, as the ogress' appetite was insatiable. The village wise man declared that only the sweetest pie in the world would satisfy the ogress' hunger and put an end to her rampage.
The task at hand seemed impossible, but one brave young woman who was a baker offered to take on the challenge. She believed that only her pies could bring peace back to the village. She gathered the ingredients and set to work, determined to make the sweetest pie ever.
Every day, the baker girl worked tirelessly in her kitchen, striving to make a pie that was sweet enough for the ogress. But no matter how hard she tried, what fruits she picked, the ogress seemed unimpressed with each pie she served her.
Finally, the baker girl had an idea. She decided that the only way to make the pie truly sweet was to be an ingredient in it, so that her love for the village's people could be the closest to the ogress' heart. With a heavy heart, she climbed into the pastry and hid herself within it.
When the time came, the baker filled pie was taken to the ogress, who devoured it in one gulp. To everyone’s surprise, the ogress was satisfied. She smiled, patting her gut, and declared that she was no longer hungry.
The villagers celebrated and wanted to thank the baker. But the celebration was short-lived, as they soon realised the terrible truth - the baker girl had sacrificed herself to save the village. She was digested by the ogress and had become nothing more than waste.
Though the baker girl had passed away, her sacrifice was not in vain. The ogress was so moved by her sweetness that she had become a good person. She vowed to protect the village from then on and kept her promise for as long as she lived.
And so, the baker girl’s sweetness and courage brought peace to the village. The villagers honoured her memory and never forgot her sacrifice.