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Hydra's Hymn By doomfister -- Report

“H-huh is… this a picnic for two?”

“I… I don’t recall planning any dates…”

“… and where is this “date”?”

“I don’t see anyone….”

“… strange”

“….. I think .”

“Do I hear someone singing somewhere?”

Alara stringing off a disjointed string of observations, as the groggy panda’s thoughts flowed forth in a stream of consciousness. The disoriented woman looking at her surroundings in a bewildered daze, unable to find the mental faculties to piece together the nonsensical scene she found herself in. Her mind at a complete blank, as she had absolutely zero recollection of how she had gotten here. The lounging lady lost in a discombobulated state of dementia, as she glanced over the laid-out lunch resting on the blanket before her. Everything neatly paired for a seemingly phantom partner, from the freshly poured wine glasses to the still steaming spaghetti. It was as though she had just sat down at a perfect venue to enjoy a meal with a lover, but the perplexed panda couldn’t for the life of her recall agreeing to even go on a pleasant excursion with a friend, let alone an actual date.

The befuddled bear cocking an eyebrow as she took in her surroundings, unable to quite work out what was happening. The sensation as if she had suffered a stroke, a hole in her memory, that was left vacuously unfilled regardless of how she looked at it. The matter made worse by the whispering song she could hear humming in her ears with an almost heavenly cadence, like a disjointed windchime that was a note out of tune. The titillating tune almost maddening, as it flowed through her ears like heavenly honey, though there seemed to be no source for the silky sound blissfully chirping away. The haunting cadence leading the wayward woman astray, as unbeknownst to her, the warbling white noise was the direct root cause of her lapse in memory.

The soothing serenade of the magical music leaving Alara completely oblivious to the distorted reality unfolding only a few feet away. Her misinformed senses blind to the fact her feline friend, was now little more than a filling feast of female flesh for a fiendish false hydra, that even now was wolfing down its effeminate indulgence of worming meat. The whimpering woman taken head first, in order to stifle her squeals, as bit by bit the hungry hydra threaded its twitching treat into the moist grasp of its undulating gullet. Each rolling gulp claiming another inch of squirming skin, as Tia smoothly threaded into the tight threshold of the throat with a steady string of sucking swallows.

The curvaceous woman’s striped coat now only serving as a makeshift depth gauge to track her egress into the damp embrace of the waiting oesophagus. The distraught lady turned lunch whimpering pitifully against the pulsating progress, as her desperate struggling did little to defer the multi-headed monstrosity from making a meal of her. The trill carol from her devourer continuing as Tia slipped into the vacuous expanse of the rolling gullet, as the trembling tigress slowly slithered into the undulating freefall of chugging chute gliding over her shapely contours. The frightened feline’s frantic fidgeting a mixture of jerks and wriggles, even if she was powerless to prevent her photogenic proportions from oozing down the ripping oesophagus as just another opulently buxom bulge.

The clammy caress of the claggily dank digestive dive enough to make the cat cringe, as she seeped down the muscular tube conforming to her supple curves like a soggy sheathe. The writhing woman easing a little further forward with each salivating slurp, as the voracious beast engulfed its trembling treat. The ravenous hydra calmly slipping its hand betwixt the fumbling legs of its voluptuous victim, until its palm pushed against the buttery bottom of her plump posterior, with a succulently doughy squish. The creature consuming the cat at a leisurely pace, as its skirting fingers gently rubbed against Tia’s trembling taint with each subsequent swallow. Perhaps if the predator was more sentient, it would have savoured the peachy warmth of its snack’s inviting pussy, but in its mind, the well-endowed lady was just a filling lunch to bloat its belly with an alluringly shaped swelling.

The gropeable grain of Tia’s enticingly ample assets threading past the tonsils smoothly, as with a good grip, the Hydra could easily push its meekly protesting prey into the peristaltic thrall of its throbbing throat, as all the while a rambling melody played. The tigresses’ jittering kicks unable to waylay her ingestive descent, and soon all that remained were her curling toes, weakly waving between the slathering lips of some unspeakable horror higher up the food chain. From there all it took was a final squelching gulp and a gelatinous contraction to send a saliva-soaked Tia sluicing on her way through the stifling squeeze of a swelteringly snug stomach sphincter. Alara unconscious to her the moment her tucked-away friend was reduced to a languishing lump in the belly of the beast, as its saccharine lullaby, had rendered her soon-to-be digesting date into just a forgotten memory, until she felt the Hydra’s moist maw wrap over the back of the confused panda’s head, when the unsated monster decided to make this effeminate meal a double serving…..

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A disorientated Alara finds herself sitting on a blanket, with a full picnic set up for two laid out before her. The perplexed panda not recalling why she was here, let alone who her date was, as unbenownst to her, their romantic overlook was a bit too close to a false hydra's lair. Not like that problem will persist for long, as i am sure the hungry monster would be glad to reunite them as a squirming bulge in its belly...

A story done for one of my patreons JustAnotherMeal, who wanted a story to go with a piece they got from  Psychoseby . This one featuring the panda Alara and a tigress named Tia, who belonging to Scheknul (https://www.weasyl.com/~scheknul ).

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CooraIthirid

Posted by CooraIthirid 1 year ago Report

The False Hydra. A monster practically designed for vore.

doomfister

Posted by doomfister 1 year ago Report

Aye, which these ladies found out with an unexpected dinner date ;)

ArcticRaven

Posted by ArcticRaven 1 year ago Report

An interesting design you did for the false hydra, not going to lie though, it looked like the creature had been turned to stone in the middle of a meal.
Liked the picture and the story you did.

doomfister

Posted by doomfister 1 year ago Report

Aye, it was fun to do :)

doomed

Posted by doomed 1 year ago Report

Brilliant use of a false hydra

doomfister

Posted by doomfister 1 year ago Report

Aye, the idea was quick to tickle my fancy :)