Sasha, the Romantic Anthro Slug ("Slaga")
"Hey, Johnny," said Earl. Earl was middle aged, and slightly overweight; he hadn't reached the "middle-aged chub" his co-workers kept talking about, but he was getting close. A relatively high-up sales rep for General Motors, it came as a surprise to many that Earl wasn't married. These people didn't know about Earl the Dog.
As far as canines went, Earl was pretty average - German Pointer stock, he was eternally scruffy-looking, no matter how many expensive fur-care products he could afford. His bathroom cupboard was full to bursting with them, all unused - at some point he had finally given up and gone back to a comb and some water, which took care of the worst of it. He was definitely in the minority - even in America, anthros were seen as little better than beasts, and indeed Earl had consumed his fair share of waste and garbage before finally graduating high school three years late. He managed to push hard through university, and though his pay was still laughable next to his human peers, he did all right. And he always got dibs on leftovers during lunch.
"Earl, Earl Earl. Didn't I ever tell you? It's "Sir Fucksalot". I listened to that one song by that one Mixalot fella, the one about the lardasses - I've dissided. I'm a knight now, like that guy, only instead of bitches, I got actual whores! Haha."
"I take it you got a hit off of that bad cocaine that's been going around?"
"Shit still burns and I'm on my way down. Anyway, how can I help my favourite bad doggy?"
"I want a ticket for full-tour," said Earl.
Johnny's smile never faltered. "I figured this day would come," said Johnny, drawing Earl near by placing his hand around Earl's shoulders. "I told myself the first time you came in: 'There's a fella who's gonna want the full experience. If not now, in a month. Or a year.' And goddam, you beat the odds and lasted nearly four years! Frankly, I'm appalled. But they all come to their senses eventually. Who'll it be?"
"Sasha," said Earl, without hesitation. He'd looked over the profiles of the four main preds - Rhonda the Alligator, Brittany the Leopard, Yvette the Bear, and Sasha the Slug - and had settled on the slug. After overcoming his initial disgust, he found himself drawn by her description - a romantic who was the gentlest of the four, and the digestion lasted the longest... or at least, the prey stayed conscious the longest.
"Huh. Almost had you pegged for a 'Rhonda' kinda guy, myself, but not all corporate lackeys are made alike, despite popular belief," said Earl, producing a liability waiver. It was a scant three pages long. "You've signed almost every other kind of waiver so far - even read them through, that's rare - so this is all you gotta do. Just sign at the end of page three."
Earl flipped through the paperwork. It was mostly a "give away any possessions not specified in any will", with two-thirds of a page dedicated to "we are not responsible for your untimely demise". Finally, Earl signed his name on the dotted line, replacing the A with a small pawprint. His own way of saying he wasn't like the other workers. He handed back the paperwork.
"Excellent, excellent," said Johnny, putting it inside his suit. "Just step on in. For the first time in a year and a half, I'll have to lead you there. Just like old times, eh?"
"Yeah," said Earl, following Johnny inside. He had become VERY familiar with this place and its inhabitants over the years. Almost all the staff and many of his fellow customers knew him on a first-name basis, and he felt a lump in his throat wondering what they'd say when they found out what'd happened to him. Way to go, probably.
"Right here," said Johnny, stopping outside of a door three doors past the stairs on the main floor. "I'm gonna miss you, Earl."
"I'll miss you, too," said Earl, struggling not to let a tear show. He chuckled at what a softie he'd turned out to be - the upside being that that made Sasha perfect for him. Johnny opened the door as he had many, many times for the canine and closed it, locking him in.
The room was bare except for a fire in the back-left corner, a staple in nearly all the rooms. One section in the liability waivers clearly stated that people who set the rooms on fire with this would be fed to the hard-vore customers and/or staff, and so far there hadn't been any incidents to speak of since the brothel's opening. The room's floor was covered in a thick layer of slime that covered half of Earl's shoes. Sasha was in a back corner, and she turned when Earl called her name.
She wasn't a true slug, but a slaga - most sentient slugs were - with the upper body of a human. This grew proportionally with the slug part's size, and this one was truly humongous. Her slug half was a translucide green, with an opaque lime green human half. She had brilliant blue eyes and a kind smile.
"Well, hello there," said Sasha. Her voice was melodious and soothing. "Might I know your name?"
"Earl," said Earl, still standing in the doorway unable to move. Pictures were one thing... but this...
"Do come in. There's plenty of space to sit," she said, patting her elongated rear half. Earl came hesitantly and sat up there - it was like a bean bag chair made out of Jell-O.
Sasha laughed. "I haven't had a customer in a while now," she said, sighing. "It's been getting lonely."
"Well... here I am," said Earl lamely, but Sasha laughed anyway.
"Why don't you take off those clothes? Make yourself comfortable." Earl nodded, taking off his tie, shirt, slacks, and other associated articles of clothing, dropping them into the slime. He hadn't been truly naked in a long time, discounting when he changed clothes, and the feeling of being exposed hit him like a wave.
Sasha, fortunately, was very skilled at her job. She drew Earl in with nothing more than a smile and two outstretched arms, and he was quickly seated right next to her humanoid half.
"That's it," said Sasha. "What did you want to do?"
"Well..." Earl hesitated. He hadn't really thought that far. The vore part was obvious, but the rest...?
Sasha laughed. "That's OK - that means we can enjoy ourselves before you join me. Do you know much about my kind?"
"No," said Earl, truthfully. He'd learned something about them in school, but not much, and that entire class had been one big biased mistake, in his opinion. All about how bestial the anthros were and how superior the humans were as a result. That thinking was changing now, but change took time.
"We come from the jungles to the south," she said, looking at nothing as she remembered. "Many other anthros lived with us. It was quite a nice life. While they ate and were eaten, we came in behind and cleaned up what was left."
"I thought slugs were herbivorous," said Earl.
Sasha nodded. "We are. But we can eat meat, too - it's just that plant life is often far more readily available."
"Ah." Earl tried to think of something interesting to say, but couldn't.
Sasha, fortunately, knew just what to say. "Why don't you explore my body a bit? Get used to me."
"O-Okay," said Earl, steadying himself on her. He shimmied down her body, studying the barely-visible organs underneath. He knew just enough biology - and had looked at enough vore online - to guess at some of them, but most were completely foreign.
"When we eat food, we store it in a crop, like some birds," said Sasha, pointing. "It then travels further, entering a stomach of sorts, just there. It's then processed into what you call slime, all around us." She gestured.
"So... this was all former customers?"
"Oh, now," said Sasha. "Like I said, I haven't had many customers. I had one in not too long ago for a body-fluid fetish, but that was about it." She sighed again. "I get plenty to eat - many plants - but no customers. The slime is cleaned up regularly - it's due to be cleaned next week, in fact."
"Ah," said Earl.
"Would you like to go in now, or would you rather wait?" said Sasha.
"N-not just yet," stammered Earl.
"Okay," said Sasha. "That's fine. No need to hurry - we have all the time in the world. Well... until I next get hungry, at least." She giggled. "But don't worry - I'm hungry, but not starving. We've got time."
"O-okay," said Earl, reassured. "Do... do slugs have reproductive organs at all?"
"Yes," said Sasha, smiling. "They're... not entirely compatible with most other species, though."
"O-oh." Earl had hoped for sex, or at least some play, before going "down the hatch".
"There IS something we could do akin to that, though," said Sasha.
"O-oh?" said Earl, looking up again.
Sasha laughed. "You say that a lot," she said. Then she rolled onto her side, catching herself before her human half crashed into the floor. "Rub my underside," she said.
Earl moved to do so, hesitant at first but more certain as he went on. His hands sank a little ways into her body, and she moaned at his touch. Not quite sex, but he got hard anyway, and massaged her all over. Finally, panting, he finished.
"That was wonderful," said Sasha. "That was great. Are you ready to come in, yet?"
"I-I suppose so," said Earl, looking at her. "How does this work, anyway?"
"Here," said Sasha. "You just let me take care of everything now." Earl thought dimly that he was now sitting in the equivalent of slug waste, but he didn't care - it didn't look or smell anything like that... or like anything, really. It was almost like those goo toys you bought at the dollar store that came from China and likely had toxic levels of lead in them.
Sasha picked Earl up like a pup and opened her mouth wide. Her jaw stretched impossibly, revealing that she had no teeth - even her gums were jelly-like. She sucked him back, and he came at once, the white contrasting against the green. She swallowed and swallowed, sending him down to her crop. He began to run out of air, but she swallowed more so that he could breath.
"This is my crop," she said. "Are you comfortable?"
"Yes, actually," said Earl, and it was the truth. It was a bit cramped, but he liked the feeling of being suspended in mid-air, and the soft fleshy walls all around him were cushiony. Any doubts he had had about the vore vanished.
"I can send you back now, or we can wait a few minutes," said Sasha, pausing in between to swallow some more air.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to stay," said Earl. "It's a bit of a hassle for you to keep swallowing air, though."
"Oh, it's no trouble," said Sasha, laughing. "Especially since you'll be feeding me, after all." They just sat in silence for a few minutes, Earl intermittently grinding against her folds and cumming with a grunt. This was his fantasy revealed, and he made sure to enjoy every minute. After a few minutes, however, Earl told Sasha he was ready to continue.
"All right," said Sasha as Earl began to slide. She sent down a last bit of air and said, "It's been fun."
Earl slid through the slimy tunnel. It wasn't stomach acid - not yet - but it stuck in his fur, all the same. He felt how smooth he was and marvelled that his fur had never been neater. He was squished into her stomach, where the slime began to burn a little. He smiled and settled into a comfortable position, not even noticing the transition from conscious to unconscious.
Sasha sat back and closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of Earl being digested. After a while, she roamed around her room a little, and while she was doing so Johnny came in.
"He gone?" said Johnny.
"Yes," said Sasha. "It was wonderful."
"That's great," said Johnny, his mouth splitting into a wide grin. "He didn't struggle too much?"
"At first, but when he got in there he enjoyed it at least as much as I did," said Sasha.
"Terrific. Anyway, I came in to tell you - we're moving you next week."
"What?!" said Sasha, eyes widening.
"Yeah - you'll be part of a new section of Kinky Pleasures. It's called "endosomatophilia" - you take the prey in, but you let 'em back out afterwards. You can push 'em all the way through without turning them into slime, right?"
"Yes," said Sasha.
"Terrific. You'll get a basement room, just like Rhonda - only yours'll be a rounded-out cave. Customer's'll come in and pay for time spent, and we'll still send you the odd vore customer. What do you say?"
"That sounds great," said Sasha, grinning. Johnny said he still had paperwork to do and a bit of construction, but Sasha was only half-listening. This was a dream come true.
"Hey, Johnny," said Earl. Earl was middle aged, and slightly overweight; he hadn't reached the "middle-aged chub" his co-workers kept talking about, but he was getting close. A relatively high-up sales rep for General Motors, it came as a surprise to many that Earl wasn't married. These people didn't know about Earl the Dog.
As far as canines went, Earl was pretty average - German Pointer stock, he was eternally scruffy-looking, no matter how many expensive fur-care products he could afford. His bathroom cupboard was full to bursting with them, all unused - at some point he had finally given up and gone back to a comb and some water, which took care of the worst of it. He was definitely in the minority - even in America, anthros were seen as little better than beasts, and indeed Earl had consumed his fair share of waste and garbage before finally graduating high school three years late. He managed to push hard through university, and though his pay was still laughable next to his human peers, he did all right. And he always got dibs on leftovers during lunch.
"Earl, Earl Earl. Didn't I ever tell you? It's "Sir Fucksalot". I listened to that one song by that one Mixalot fella, the one about the lardasses - I've dissided. I'm a knight now, like that guy, only instead of bitches, I got actual whores! Haha."
"I take it you got a hit off of that bad cocaine that's been going around?"
"Shit still burns and I'm on my way down. Anyway, how can I help my favourite bad doggy?"
"I want a ticket for full-tour," said Earl.
Johnny's smile never faltered. "I figured this day would come," said Johnny, drawing Earl near by placing his hand around Earl's shoulders. "I told myself the first time you came in: 'There's a fella who's gonna want the full experience. If not now, in a month. Or a year.' And goddam, you beat the odds and lasted nearly four years! Frankly, I'm appalled. But they all come to their senses eventually. Who'll it be?"
"Sasha," said Earl, without hesitation. He'd looked over the profiles of the four main preds - Rhonda the Alligator, Brittany the Leopard, Yvette the Bear, and Sasha the Slug - and had settled on the slug. After overcoming his initial disgust, he found himself drawn by her description - a romantic who was the gentlest of the four, and the digestion lasted the longest... or at least, the prey stayed conscious the longest.
"Huh. Almost had you pegged for a 'Rhonda' kinda guy, myself, but not all corporate lackeys are made alike, despite popular belief," said Earl, producing a liability waiver. It was a scant three pages long. "You've signed almost every other kind of waiver so far - even read them through, that's rare - so this is all you gotta do. Just sign at the end of page three."
Earl flipped through the paperwork. It was mostly a "give away any possessions not specified in any will", with two-thirds of a page dedicated to "we are not responsible for your untimely demise". Finally, Earl signed his name on the dotted line, replacing the A with a small pawprint. His own way of saying he wasn't like the other workers. He handed back the paperwork.
"Excellent, excellent," said Johnny, putting it inside his suit. "Just step on in. For the first time in a year and a half, I'll have to lead you there. Just like old times, eh?"
"Yeah," said Earl, following Johnny inside. He had become VERY familiar with this place and its inhabitants over the years. Almost all the staff and many of his fellow customers knew him on a first-name basis, and he felt a lump in his throat wondering what they'd say when they found out what'd happened to him. Way to go, probably.
"Right here," said Johnny, stopping outside of a door three doors past the stairs on the main floor. "I'm gonna miss you, Earl."
"I'll miss you, too," said Earl, struggling not to let a tear show. He chuckled at what a softie he'd turned out to be - the upside being that that made Sasha perfect for him. Johnny opened the door as he had many, many times for the canine and closed it, locking him in.
The room was bare except for a fire in the back-left corner, a staple in nearly all the rooms. One section in the liability waivers clearly stated that people who set the rooms on fire with this would be fed to the hard-vore customers and/or staff, and so far there hadn't been any incidents to speak of since the brothel's opening. The room's floor was covered in a thick layer of slime that covered half of Earl's shoes. Sasha was in a back corner, and she turned when Earl called her name.
She wasn't a true slug, but a slaga - most sentient slugs were - with the upper body of a human. This grew proportionally with the slug part's size, and this one was truly humongous. Her slug half was a translucide green, with an opaque lime green human half. She had brilliant blue eyes and a kind smile.
"Well, hello there," said Sasha. Her voice was melodious and soothing. "Might I know your name?"
"Earl," said Earl, still standing in the doorway unable to move. Pictures were one thing... but this...
"Do come in. There's plenty of space to sit," she said, patting her elongated rear half. Earl came hesitantly and sat up there - it was like a bean bag chair made out of Jell-O.
Sasha laughed. "I haven't had a customer in a while now," she said, sighing. "It's been getting lonely."
"Well... here I am," said Earl lamely, but Sasha laughed anyway.
"Why don't you take off those clothes? Make yourself comfortable." Earl nodded, taking off his tie, shirt, slacks, and other associated articles of clothing, dropping them into the slime. He hadn't been truly naked in a long time, discounting when he changed clothes, and the feeling of being exposed hit him like a wave.
Sasha, fortunately, was very skilled at her job. She drew Earl in with nothing more than a smile and two outstretched arms, and he was quickly seated right next to her humanoid half.
"That's it," said Sasha. "What did you want to do?"
"Well..." Earl hesitated. He hadn't really thought that far. The vore part was obvious, but the rest...?
Sasha laughed. "That's OK - that means we can enjoy ourselves before you join me. Do you know much about my kind?"
"No," said Earl, truthfully. He'd learned something about them in school, but not much, and that entire class had been one big biased mistake, in his opinion. All about how bestial the anthros were and how superior the humans were as a result. That thinking was changing now, but change took time.
"We come from the jungles to the south," she said, looking at nothing as she remembered. "Many other anthros lived with us. It was quite a nice life. While they ate and were eaten, we came in behind and cleaned up what was left."
"I thought slugs were herbivorous," said Earl.
Sasha nodded. "We are. But we can eat meat, too - it's just that plant life is often far more readily available."
"Ah." Earl tried to think of something interesting to say, but couldn't.
Sasha, fortunately, knew just what to say. "Why don't you explore my body a bit? Get used to me."
"O-Okay," said Earl, steadying himself on her. He shimmied down her body, studying the barely-visible organs underneath. He knew just enough biology - and had looked at enough vore online - to guess at some of them, but most were completely foreign.
"When we eat food, we store it in a crop, like some birds," said Sasha, pointing. "It then travels further, entering a stomach of sorts, just there. It's then processed into what you call slime, all around us." She gestured.
"So... this was all former customers?"
"Oh, now," said Sasha. "Like I said, I haven't had many customers. I had one in not too long ago for a body-fluid fetish, but that was about it." She sighed again. "I get plenty to eat - many plants - but no customers. The slime is cleaned up regularly - it's due to be cleaned next week, in fact."
"Ah," said Earl.
"Would you like to go in now, or would you rather wait?" said Sasha.
"N-not just yet," stammered Earl.
"Okay," said Sasha. "That's fine. No need to hurry - we have all the time in the world. Well... until I next get hungry, at least." She giggled. "But don't worry - I'm hungry, but not starving. We've got time."
"O-okay," said Earl, reassured. "Do... do slugs have reproductive organs at all?"
"Yes," said Sasha, smiling. "They're... not entirely compatible with most other species, though."
"O-oh." Earl had hoped for sex, or at least some play, before going "down the hatch".
"There IS something we could do akin to that, though," said Sasha.
"O-oh?" said Earl, looking up again.
Sasha laughed. "You say that a lot," she said. Then she rolled onto her side, catching herself before her human half crashed into the floor. "Rub my underside," she said.
Earl moved to do so, hesitant at first but more certain as he went on. His hands sank a little ways into her body, and she moaned at his touch. Not quite sex, but he got hard anyway, and massaged her all over. Finally, panting, he finished.
"That was wonderful," said Sasha. "That was great. Are you ready to come in, yet?"
"I-I suppose so," said Earl, looking at her. "How does this work, anyway?"
"Here," said Sasha. "You just let me take care of everything now." Earl thought dimly that he was now sitting in the equivalent of slug waste, but he didn't care - it didn't look or smell anything like that... or like anything, really. It was almost like those goo toys you bought at the dollar store that came from China and likely had toxic levels of lead in them.
Sasha picked Earl up like a pup and opened her mouth wide. Her jaw stretched impossibly, revealing that she had no teeth - even her gums were jelly-like. She sucked him back, and he came at once, the white contrasting against the green. She swallowed and swallowed, sending him down to her crop. He began to run out of air, but she swallowed more so that he could breath.
"This is my crop," she said. "Are you comfortable?"
"Yes, actually," said Earl, and it was the truth. It was a bit cramped, but he liked the feeling of being suspended in mid-air, and the soft fleshy walls all around him were cushiony. Any doubts he had had about the vore vanished.
"I can send you back now, or we can wait a few minutes," said Sasha, pausing in between to swallow some more air.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to stay," said Earl. "It's a bit of a hassle for you to keep swallowing air, though."
"Oh, it's no trouble," said Sasha, laughing. "Especially since you'll be feeding me, after all." They just sat in silence for a few minutes, Earl intermittently grinding against her folds and cumming with a grunt. This was his fantasy revealed, and he made sure to enjoy every minute. After a few minutes, however, Earl told Sasha he was ready to continue.
"All right," said Sasha as Earl began to slide. She sent down a last bit of air and said, "It's been fun."
Earl slid through the slimy tunnel. It wasn't stomach acid - not yet - but it stuck in his fur, all the same. He felt how smooth he was and marvelled that his fur had never been neater. He was squished into her stomach, where the slime began to burn a little. He smiled and settled into a comfortable position, not even noticing the transition from conscious to unconscious.
Sasha sat back and closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of Earl being digested. After a while, she roamed around her room a little, and while she was doing so Johnny came in.
"He gone?" said Johnny.
"Yes," said Sasha. "It was wonderful."
"That's great," said Johnny, his mouth splitting into a wide grin. "He didn't struggle too much?"
"At first, but when he got in there he enjoyed it at least as much as I did," said Sasha.
"Terrific. Anyway, I came in to tell you - we're moving you next week."
"What?!" said Sasha, eyes widening.
"Yeah - you'll be part of a new section of Kinky Pleasures. It's called "endosomatophilia" - you take the prey in, but you let 'em back out afterwards. You can push 'em all the way through without turning them into slime, right?"
"Yes," said Sasha.
"Terrific. You'll get a basement room, just like Rhonda - only yours'll be a rounded-out cave. Customer's'll come in and pay for time spent, and we'll still send you the odd vore customer. What do you say?"
"That sounds great," said Sasha, grinning. Johnny said he still had paperwork to do and a bit of construction, but Sasha was only half-listening. This was a dream come true.
Kinky Pleasures boasts all sorts of preds, and not just for those who like it rough. For the rest, there are preds like Sasha, a slaga "rescued" from the tropical South American jungles. Her kind were once revered as gods by the ancient Aztecs, and now she is here at Kinky Pleasures, for all your very soft vore needs.
Bit of an experiment on this one. Hope the slaga comes out like I pictured her in my head; I listed a number of preds in Yvette, and now I'm doing a featurette on each of them. Don't worry - there are more ideas for what to do after, I won't just be repeating myself over and over. Also, I hope to begin using thumbnails soon - just have to get my lazy @$$ motivated to drawing some. Just a side note: I actually had to do some research on the anatomy of slugs. I may have taken a couple of liberties, or left some things out - by all means let me know about any inaccuracies you see.
Comments always welcome - if you stop by for a read, let me know you're out there! The more constructive, the better, but don't feel you have to be an English major to comment.
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Posted by Sora 12 years ago Report
That was a very enjoyable read! I love slug girls! Well done!
Posted by predator_or_prey 11 years ago Report
Oh, if only Earl had waited or just asked to be let out... lol