It happened so suddenly that you didn’t know what was happening at first. One second you were comfortably asleep in your bed and the next thing you knew something had seized you and wrenched you from beneath the covers. By the time you realized you were not dreaming it was too late; you were somewhere hot and humid, surrounded by tight fleshy rings that squeezed tightly and diligently coaxed you deeper and deeper with rhythmic ripples. You slid further and further, gripped so tightly that it squeezed the air out of your lungs, and finally you hit something with a vile wet splat and were forced into a tight fetal position.
 
For a moment you were completely motionless, scared and confused and listening to the deep steady heartbeat that you could feel reverberate through your whole body. You found that you could faintly see through the walls that bound you and you could just barely make out a dark face draped with dragged hair contently licking her hooves when it hit you: you were in this thing’s stomach. Panic began to take hold and you thrashed about; the slimy flesh that surrounded you squelched and squished as you writhed helplessly within it trying to find something you could grip or gasp to pull yourself free.
 
Try as you might you could not break free and were becoming weaker by the second. You tried to scream in fear of being digested alive only to find your voice went unheard as it was muffled by the wet walls that wrapped around you. In a moment you stopped struggling completely; the walls were so soft and warm. The digestion never came; the walls churned and gurgled around your body as all your muscles loosened and relaxed into the sensation. One final thrash marked the end of your resistance as you gave yourself to the feeling: the surrounding flesh gently squeezing and sponging at your body, the relaxing steady beat of the creature’s heart, and the unbelievable warmth and softness you were cocooned in.
 
You were vaguely aware of what it was doing: making you love the feeling and feeding off of that love. And you didn’t care.
 
(So did I vore properly?)