Feiru indulges on occasion for his soirees, but this evening he's selected a rather special feast. A subject he's had a hunger for, who will be the prince's first live prey.
See the full story below: CW: Fatal, Digestion, Bondage, Bones
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Leon had always known his place in the grand castle. A small, soft bunny, he had humbly tended to his duties as a servant to the royal family for most of his life. Though in title he was equal to the rest of the servants, he barely reached the waistline of most others, and was similarly beneath their gaze.
As Leon rested against the cold stone walls of the kitchen corridors his ears perked up at the soft sound of murmurs and debate. He fumbled with his apron as he debated whether or not to investigate, they sounded like they were in a hurry, searching for someone…
“–The little rabbit?” A soft voice ushered, “I didn’t even know we had a rabbit, are you sure he’s here?”
Leon felt his heart pound a little, his hands gripping the fabric of his apron tighter. Had he done something wrong? He shifted a little closer to the source of the sound, peering down the corridor to see the faint glow of light from the kitchen. Hushed voices grew louder as a tall cat stepped out.
“Out here you saw him?” He questioned, shifting his gaze from the kitchen to the hall. His eyes swept along the cold stone until they paused on the small white form resting against the wall. “I don’t see him any– “
Leon froze, ears folded back, tentatively frozen in place as he looked up at the cat. The feline’s expression softened as he rested his gaze on the rabbit, glancing back at the kitchen as he called out. “Never mind, he’s here!”
“You were looking for me?” Leon asked tentatively, his ears slightly perked up at the cat’s softening gaze. He let his grip on his apron loosen as he stepped away from the wall, now more curious than anything. The cat strode over to him, a hand resting against the back of Leon’s head, as his back was too far down for the feline to reach easily, pushing the rabbit towards the kitchen.
“Ah, Yeah, the prince has made a special request for this evening’s dinner.” The cat uttered as he hurriedly pushed Leon into the brightly lit kitchen. A few servants gathered around a larger chef, an imposing badger who was sautéing vegetables and handing out orders.
“He asked for you by name, mentioned he wanted something special for his soiree.” The feline uttered with a subtle interest in his voice, sliding his clawed fingers through Leon’s locks absently, inspecting his other hand as he stood in the entryway, waiting for the chef’s acknowledgment.
Prince Feiru, the enigmatic Zonai, had requested him personally. The mere thought sent a shiver through Leon’s fragile body, a mixture of fear and elation coiling in his belly. He had long admired the prince—his towering figure, Sleek dark fur along his body, the regal way he carried himself. There was a curious hunger in Feiru’s gaze, one that Leon had caught glimmers of in passing. Now, he would finally be devoured by it.
“Ah there he is,” The chef sighed in relief, locking eyes with Leon for just a moment before adjusting his gaze upwards to the feline holding him steady. “Have him washed and prepped, the plating should be ready by the time you’re done.”
The cat nodded and crouched down slightly, scooping Leon up in his arms with ease. The bunny kicked his legs in surprise, feeling the firm grasp of the cats claws holding him in his arms, as he was carried towards a prep sink.
Leon felt his paws rest against the cold stainless steel of the counter as he was set down, the cat wasting no time in undoing the bunny’s apron and garments. Leon blushed as he tried to hide his face, reddening with embarrassment as a tightness grew in his pants. The cat brusquely pulled his clothes off, paying no mind to his obvious arousal.
The rabbit trembled as he stood bare, shifting his legs and hiding his face. A flush warmth flooding his cheeks as the heat between his legs grew. The cat turned on the tap, grabbing Leon and holding him under the cold rushing water. He yelped at the sudden cold, his toes curled in as he twisted a bit in the arms of the disinterested feline lathering soap into the bunny’s fur. Working quickly as he prepared the entrée for his highness’s feast.
Leon had been thoroughly washed, his fur dried and brushed to a delicate sheen as he stood shuddering on the cold steel table. The cat fussed over his coat as he snipped stray strands and groomed the freshly washed rabbit, sliding his claws once more along the delicate curls atop his head. He tutted to himself proudly, carrying Leon to a prep table and laying him down.
The cat placed a hand over Leon’s waist, pinning his arms to his sides as he grabbed a silken cord and bound him tightly. The binds pressing into his fur as he lay on his back, watching the cat diligently secure his ankles together. Leon’s tail twitched as the feline flipped him over, a golden ribbon looped under his belly, tying it into a delicate bow around his waist. He felt himself scooped up one last time, delivered to an awaiting chef, just now adorning the platter with its finishing touches.
His heart thundered in his chest as he was laid atop the silver platter, his body resting on a bed of soft, fragrant herbs and sautéed vegetables. The scent of rosemary and sage curled around him, mingling with the subtle tangy scent of a balsamic vinaigrette. His knees were tucked against his chest, ears folded back, gazing up at the proud badger as he lowered the cover atop him.
Leon’s world went dark at the clatter of the silver cover. He felt the shift and sudden movement of the plate beneath him, the muffled tinny voices beyond his confinement. He waited there, heart pounding, body shuddering, trepidation building within him, as he was soundly delivered to the great hall.
The heavy wooden doors of the grand dining hall swung open, and Leon’s world shifted with the movement of the platter beneath him. The soft rustle of herbs tickled his skin as the overwhelming scent of the feast filled his senses.
The clatter of the silver cover being lifted was the first thing Leon registered as light flooded his world once more. His breath hitched as his vision adjusted, his eyes trailing up from the ornate golden trim of the platter to the towering form of Prince Feiru, who sat at the head of the grand dining table. The prince’s golden, piercing eyes roved over the trembling rabbit before him, his sleek fur catching the flickering candlelight in the dimly lit hall. The weight of his gaze pressed against Leon’s delicate frame like a vice, sending a shiver racing through his spine.
He could hear the murmurs of the gathered nobles, their voices a mixture of intrigue and anticipation. Some whispered in hushed, delighted tones, while others chuckled, savoring the spectacle. Heat rose to Leon’s cheeks, his ears twitching as he squeezed his knees to his chest, utterly exposed for all to see.
Feiru reached forward, his large hand cupping Leon’s chin with an unsettling gentleness. The rabbit’s breath caught in his throat as the prince tilted his face upward, forcing their gazes to meet. There was hunger in those golden eyes—not merely the kind that longed for a meal, but something deeper.
“Leon,” Feiru purred, his voice a velvet caress that sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through the rabbit’s quivering body. “You look absolutely delicious.”
Leon’s lips parted, a breathless whimper escaping before he could stop it. His body betrayed him, his fur bristling in anticipation despite the fear curling in his belly. He had long admired the prince, but to be here, offered so willingly, so completely, was beyond comprehension. His pulse roared in his ears as Feiru trailed a single finger down his bare chest, the sensation sending sparks across his sensitive skin.
The prince wasted no time in claiming his prize. He grasped Leon’s bound form with ease, lifting him from the platter as if he weighed nothing at all. The nobles gasped in delight as Feiru adjusted his grip, cradling the trembling rabbit against his chest. Leon’s breath stuttered as the prince shifted, moving his snout down, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. He inhaled deeply, savoring the intoxicating mix of fear and excitement radiating from him.
Leon gasped as Feiru lifted him slowly, lips trailing along the rabbit’s bare form as it slipped by, a light pause and exhale over Leon’s cock, before trailing down to his paws. He could barely think, barely breathe, as the prince’s maw parted. He felt the warm, damp breath against his fur first, a rush of heat that sent his heart hammering against his ribs. Then, with agonizing slowness, Feiru began to take him in, his soft lips parting around Leon’s paws. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming. A slick warmth enveloped his toes, his ankles, creeping higher as the prince guided him deeper into his waiting maw.
A whimper escaped Leon’s lips as his paws pressed against the slick surface of Feiru’s tongue, his fur dampening with saliva. The sensation was unbearable—wet, hot, and intimate. His bound legs slid further in, his thighs brushing against the prince’s teeth. The nobles whispered eagerly, their eyes gleaming as they watched the spectacle unfold.
Leon’s breath came in shallow gasps, his fingers curling into fists against his bound sides as Feiru took him in further. The pressure around his legs increased as the prince’s powerful throat flexed, drawing him deeper. His fur clung to the slick warmth, the wet muscle beneath him shifting, molding around his form. His knees vanished past those velvet lips, his waist soon to follow.
Leon’s ears folded back, his body shuddering with helpless anticipation. He was being devoured before a captivated audience, reduced to nothing more than a decadent indulgence for the prince. And yet, beneath the fear, a forbidden thrill coiled deep within him.
Feiru’s tongue curled around his stomach, tasting him, savoring him. The prince let out a pleased hum, the vibration reverberating through Leon’s very core. His chest burned with a mixture of shame and pleasure as his bound arms pressed tighter against his sides. He was sinking deeper, past the point of no return, his body claimed entirely by the prince’s ravenous maw.
Feiru slowed his pace, pausing just before swallowing Leon completely. With a deliberate motion, he opened his mouth wide, tilting his head back so that the assembled guests could admire the sight. The flickering candlelight illuminated the dark cavern of his throat, the glistening flesh flexing around the helpless rabbit. Leon, bound and trembling, had one last glimpse of the outside world—an audience of delighted nobles watching in fascination, their expressions a mixture of awe and amusement.
The moment stretched, unbearably intimate, before Feiru’s throat flexed once more, sealing Leon’s fate. With a final, languid swallow, he sent the rabbit down the smooth, undulating tunnel, the slick warmth surrounding him entirely. Leon’s form disappeared past the prince’s lips, the last traces of his presence vanishing as Feiru’s throat bulged slightly, before settling once more. The rabbit’s form squeezed down the prince’s esophagus, slipping beneath his ribs and settling as a slight bulge in his abdomen.
Feiru exhaled contentedly, licking his lips as he reclined in his seat, one hand resting against his stomach. He let out a pleased sigh, his eyes half-lidded with satisfaction as murmurs of approval rippled through the hall. The Prince lifted his glass of wine and took a delicate sip, savoring the languishing flavor on his tongue.
Leon found himself curled impossibly tight within the vile depths of Feiru’s stomach. The chamber was suffocating, a steaming pit of sludge and fermenting slop. The thick, gluey mixture clung to his fur, a noxious blend of half-digested breads, pulped fruit, and fibrous vegetation that reeked of acrid digestion. The walls surrounding him flexed and kneaded, pushing him deeper into the undulating mess, his bindings pressing into his form, making even the smallest movements impossible.
A fresh deluge poured in, wine cascading over him in a rush, the alcoholic stupor mixing with the rancid heat of the chamber. Chunks of vegetables and herbs followed, remnants of the prince’s indulgence, forcing Leon further into the foul morass. He gagged, his breath hitching as the space grew tighter, more oppressive, the relentless kneading of Feiru’s digestive tract beginning its slow, inevitable work.
He could do nothing but endure, feeling himself sink into the thick slurry, the warmth enveloping him, soaking him in the prince’s indulgence. The outside world was a distant memory as he waited, trembling, for the slow, methodical process of digestion to claim him over the coming days.
The fullness was immediate and overwhelming, a deep, heavy weight settling in his gut. Feiru leaned back in his chair, absently tracing his fingers over the faint, rounded bulge beneath his sleek fur. He could still feel the subtle movements within, the slight shifts as Leon settled inside him, bound and helpless. The sensation was exquisite—a slow, lingering pleasure that coiled through his body.
Though satisfied, he could feel the weight lingering, a tight fullness that refused to wane. His body worked sluggishly, the meal too substantial to simply vanish into his depths with ease. It would take time—days, even—but that only added to the indulgence. The slow, gradual claiming of his prize.
As the feast continued around him, Feiru remained the center of attention, nobles eager to ask about his meal, to revel in the spectacle of the prince who had devoured one of his own. He entertained their curiosities with a smirk, offering teasing remarks about Leon’s taste, his texture, the delightful way he had trembled. He described the feeling of swallowing him whole, the satisfaction of consuming something so delicate, so eager. The guests delightedly shared their joy at watching the rabbit’s face disappear past the slick muscles of the prince’s throat. Relishing the momentous occasion, his highness’s first live feast. The festivities trailed on as Feiru excused himself to his chambers, feeling the weight of his indulgence creep over him.
Feiru strode through the dimly lit corridors, the lingering echoes of the evening’s festivities fading behind him. The weight in his belly made each step deliberate, a slow, indulgent pace as he relished the fullness that remained. His hand idly traced over the curve of his stomach, feeling the subtle, restless twitches beneath his palm—an occasional shift, faint and weak, but still present.
By the time he reached his grand, silk-draped bed, the prince exhaled a sigh of satisfaction, reclining against the plush pillows as he stretched out with lazy contentment. The room was quiet, save for the occasional crackle of the fireplace, its warm glow casting flickering shadows along the walls. Feiru’s fingers trailed absently over his midsection, pressing lightly, eliciting a barely perceptible reaction from deep within.
His golden eyes gleamed as he felt it—a faint tremor, a slow curl of movement as Leon stirred, bound and helpless in the thick, suffocating heat of his stomach. A smirk slipped across Feiru’s lips as he kneaded the softened curve, feeling the stray twitch of a limb, the sluggish, instinctive protest against the inevitable.
“Still holding on?” he murmured, his voice a low, pleased rumble.
There was no response beyond the quiet gurgle of his stomach, the steady churn beginning its patient, inexorable work. The fullness was intoxicating, a slow-burning pleasure that lulled him into a deep, languid calm. He shifted, allowing the weight to settle more comfortably against the mattress, one arm draped possessively over his stomach as if to cradle the meal within.
Leon’s struggles were little more than feeble, involuntary motions now, barely noticeable beneath the layers of firm muscle and sleek fur. Feiru let out a breath of amusement, giving one last, idle press to his stomach before allowing his eyes to drift shut.
With a final, satisfied hum, the prince relaxed into his downy sheets, a low gurgle emanating from deep within his stomach. He felt his meal thrash and twitch as his gut clenched in, a faintly audible squeak and groan sounding from beneath his fur as the air was forced up his gullet.
BUUURRrrroooorrRRRUUUP
Feiru sighed with satisfaction, savoring the last lingering taste of his meal as he licked his lips and settled into sleep. The warmth of his meal nestled deep inside him, where it would remain until nothing was left but the memory of indulgence.
Leon struggled to keep his snout above the shifting level of chyme and slop around him. He felt the slowed deliberate breaths of the prince, his head foggy and his body sore as he fought for every ragged gasp of sulfurous fumes. His bindings bit into him, a raw soreness building from where the cords squeezed in on his flesh. The delicate ribbon wrapped around his waist had long since unraveled, now just another tangled strand, wine stained and soaked in the churning slop of stomach contents.
Leon tried to shift in place, a burning numbness spreading across his limbs, his head foggy and thoughts blurred, as he struggled to salvage his senses, an instinctual drive to survive, fighting against his deep seated need to be melded into a homogenous slop with the rest of the prince’s stomach contents. The dull throbbing pulsing between his legs, a roaring reminder of his shameful desire, even as his life was sapped away by the kneading muscular folds of Feiru’s stomach.
He felt himself drift in and out of consciousness, the occasional slosh and shift of gluey chyme around him moving with the prince’s activity. The faint pressing of a hand against the outer walls stirring Leon from his stupor. More food occasionally squeezed in, chewed up slop and soggy chunks of bread slathering his slimy fur. Leon’s joints ached, his body sore, life almost completely drained as his soft form began to meld and mold into whatever shape the stomach contracted into.
Leon exhaled, his legs shuddering, final twitches of life pulsing through him as he gave in to the prince’s stomach. The last of his form a softened pulpy mass of meat and bones being thoroughly churned in zonai guts.
Feiru sat in his study, languidly reclining in his chair as he read, before being interrupted by a sudden nauseating urge. He felt his stomach churn, a discomforting gurgle and groan from deep within. The last remnants of indigestible material pushing back up his gullet. He hurriedly dropped his book and leaned over a flowerbed along the wall, his arms shaking as trails of saliva poured into the mulch and dirt with every heave.
He felt his stomach contract, his throat bulge, chyme pouring from his maw as a bundled mass of twine and bones worked its way up. He coughed and hacked as his back hunched, feeling the firm mass tumble over his tongue. A dangling tangle of matted fur, stray bones, and singed cord still partially hanging from his open maw, another knot snagged in his gullet. Dripping slime beaded across the bones, a slimy sheen coating the viscera in a foul pearlescence. Feiru grasped the slick rope, his fingers sliding over the frayed strands, a gooey mucous slathering his palm as he pulled. He felt the tugging sensation in his gullet, the last remnants of his feast a few days prior finally working their way over his tongue. He gasped as the end of the rope finally slid up his esophagus with a long SHHlluuurrrrp. Feiru dropped the rope in the flowerbed with the rest of the drying puke, slimy shimmering bones letting off a light steam as they settled.
The prince stood and gathered himself, wiping remnants of chyme and slime from his shirt, heading into the hall to grab the nearest servant to clean up the remains. He patted his stomach and slid his fingers over the soft fur, giving it a gentle squeeze. The warmth radiating through his fingers as he retreated to his chambers. His indulgence finally processed.
Leon was always his favorite servant, a delicate thing, now finally where he belonged– as a soft layer of adipose along his royal highness’ waistline.

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