Summary: Gris & Krista have some fun together, and their trust for each other blossoms.

Featuring: Genderqueer Anthro, Transgender Human, Asexual Character, Mental Health, Kink, Sexually Suggestive Content, D/s, Licking, Tasting, Top Surgery Scars, Acts Of Trust

Optional Vore Contains: NB/M or GQ/M, Oral Vore, Willing, Non-Fatal, Endosoma, Expansion

Characters: Gris, Krista

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The two stepped into Krista’s apartment, and the leopard gestured dramatically to the small area: there was a little TV room & kitchen next to each other, and a door behind that which Gris assumed was the bedroom. The walls were painted a nice lime green color, and were decorated with various paintings; from the watercolor technique & pawprint signature, Gris assumed that they were pieces Krista had done emself.

“Ta-dah!” e exclaimed, chuckling. “This is my place. It’s small, but it’s nice, and it’s home. Come on in!”

The leopard went inside, and when Gris followed, e closed & locked the door behind em. Then e nervously asked, “So. . . Am I reading the signals right? Are you ok with, um, going to the bedroom with me?”

Gris smiled. “You read that right,” he agreed shyly. “I’d like to have some fun with you. Dwayne already told me he would be fine if things went in this direction, so I hope you’re not worried about that.”

“Phew, that’s good to know,” Krista said.

Gris looked up at em, and impulsively decided to take the initiative: he stood up on his toes and came up to kiss em. Krista received him happily, and their lips met gently as the two exchanged a smooch. The leopard’s muzzle felt different from Dwayne’s, which Gris liked.

When they parted, the two smiled at each other. “Want to go to my room?” Krista asked. “We can discuss the specifics of our evening a bit further.”

Gris nodded. “Yes, please,” he agreed. “Let’s go.”

Soon, the two of them were sitting at the end of Krista’s purple bed. “I guess we should discuss what the specifics a bit more,” the leopard said shyly. “If you’d like, I can start.”

“Ok,” Gris agreed. “Go ahead.”

Krista nodded. “Well, err, I’m a switch, first of all,” e began. “When I’m prey or the submissive, I like being humiliated, demeaned, pushed around, all while I put on a defiant and resistant attitude. When I’m the pred or the dom, I like taking ownership of my sub, letting them know that they’re mine and mine alone.”

E thought for a moment, then added, “I’m pretty open when it comes to what kind of sex acts occur and what toys are used. I know you’re asexual, so please don’t worry—we don’t have to fuck for us to have a good time, or do anything too intense, for that matter.” E gave Gris a reassuring smile. “Um, I think that’s it. What about you?”

Gris smiled back, then told em, “Well, I’m just prey, or a sub; I’ve never been a pred, at least not yet. I like it when the predator demeans me, but them being comforting is nice too. I’m a very sensory person, and getting pet on the head is really nice; I enjoy stuff like that a lot. Oh, and, um, I do a lot of CNC stuff with Dwayne, along kidnapping scenes and things in that vein. That’s very much in my wheelhouse.”

Krista nodded. “I see, I see. Do you have any hard limits?”

“I don’t like getting bitten or scratched,” the human replied. “I also don’t like getting hit or punched or anything like that—I like things rough, but not in that way. It’s too triggering for me.”

“Don’t worry, I’m the same,” the leopard reassured him. “Getting hit or slapped is a big trigger for me, similar to you.”

“I’m sorry,” Gris told em sympathetically. “I know how hard those kind of things are, when they happen to you. It sucks.”

“I’ve accepted that now,” Krista said, sighing. “It took a long time, but things are better. Anyway. . .”

E reached over and put a gentle paw on Gris’s knee. “I know I’m not Dwayne,” the leopard said shyly. “We haven’t had a scene together before, but even so, I hope you can trust me to do this with you.”

Gris nodded, and wrapped his fingers around eirs. “I trust you,” he told em reassuringly. “I didn’t know what to think before we met tonight, but you seem like a really nice person. And I’m sure I’m safe in your hands.”

Krista smiled. “Thank you. I trust you too. Our time together is going to be very nice.

“Should we discuss things in more detail?”

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Once the two had discussed the night further, they stripped and got in position: Gris leaned against the headboard with closed eyes, and Krista sat across from him. Then, their time together began.

Gris opened his eyes, blinking groggily. “Wha. . . Where am I?” he murmured.

“You’re with me, of course,” the person in front of him said. The human looked up to see a leopard sitting a few feet away, cross-legged and leaning towards him with a comforting smile.

“You’re not who I was expecting,” Gris said warily, frowning. “Who are you?”

“That doesn’t matter,” the feline replied. E came forward and put a paw on his cheek. “What matters is this: I’ve been wanting to get to know you for a while. And I think tonight is the perfect opportunity, if you’ll allow it, of course.”

“Well . . . what exactly did you have in mind?” the human asked curiously.

The leopard grinned. “I want to taste you,” e whispered to the human. “I want to feel that beautiful body of yours, and see how delicious you are. Will you allow that?”

Gris pretended to think for a moment, and found himself actually pondering the situation further. The human only really let Dwayne touch him in situations like this, but had agreed to try it for his & Krista’s scene. He had made it clear that they might need to stop, but he didn’t think that was going to happen—he trusted the leopard, and wanted to feel eir tongue run across his body.

“I’ll allow that,” he agreed. “Let’s do it.”

“Good boy,” Krista praised him, making the human beam. “Lie down for me, won’t you?” e asked. Gris obeyed, and the leopard came on top of him, sitting so that eir legs were on either side of his stomach, and eir forepaws were by his shoulders. “You’re beautiful,” e murmured to the human, reaching out and gently stroking his long brown hair. “Truly a fine specimen. . . I’m glad I chose you tonight.”

Gris smiled and blushed, happy to hear those words. “Thank you,” he told em.

Krista leaned down, and the two exchanged another kiss: this one was deeper, filled with a passionate thirst that left them both panting when they parted. “What a good boy you are,” the leopard whispered. “Now, let me taste you. . .”

E put eir paws on Gris’s shoulders and leaned down, running eir tongue across his neck. The organ was smaller & softer than Dwayne's, and it’s touch was overall very pleasant. The human let out a blissful sigh, and he let out another when Krista’s hands came to his hips, feeling them seductively. That gave him an idea, and he reached down, putting his hands on top of eirs. “I have an idea,” he told em.

“Oh?” Krista asked. “What is it?”

Gris guided eir hands back up, until they were hovering over his top surgery scars. “I want you to touch them,” he whispered, smiling.

The leopard’s eyes widened. “Are you sure?” e asked.

“Yes,” the human replied. “Go ahead.”

Before the scene had started, Gris had told em that he only let those he really trusted touch his scars. And now he was asking Krista to do so? E felt flattered & nervous, and eir paws were shaking a bit. After taking a deep breath, e gently brought eir fingers against the scars, tracing them with deliberate gentleness, as if they might be ruined if e was too forceful. Gris let out another sigh, and Krista took that as a good sign. To finish off, e brought eir other fingers against the man’s chest, and traced his grafted nipples one by one before lifting eir hand back up.

“Good?” the leopard asked.

“Very good,” Gris replied, smiling. “Maybe . . . you can lick me there too?”

“I'd be honored.”

Krista brought eir head down, above the human's chest, and stuck out eir tongue. E hesitantly poked the left scar with it, then gave the area a proper lick. Once e pleased the nipples in that area, the leopard switched to the other side, and did the same thing. All the while, Gris let out happy little cries, soft utterances of joy that made Krista's heart feel warm.

When e was done, the human gave em a smile and said, “Thank you. . . That was really good.”

Krista nodded. “I’m glad you trust me,” e told him. “Even if I’m not the person you usually do these things with.”

“Yeah,” the man agreed. He exchanged a brief, soft kiss with em. “I’m glad too.”

 
NON-VORE ENDING:

The two exchanged a smile. Then Gris said, “I think I want to stop here for tonight. . . Is that ok?”

“Of course,” Krista agreed.

The leopard lay down on the bed, snuggling next to Gris. “I know you only wanted a short scene, after all,” e told him. “So how was that?”

“Good,” the human replied. “That was nice. . . I appreciated it.”

“So did I,” the feline agreed. “I didn’t think you’d let me touch you like that. . . Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

The two stayed up talking for a little while longer, and then, they fell asleep.

 
VORE ENDING:

Krista’s stomach let out a soft growl. Eir hunger was growing in tandem with eir passion for the man—e needed him inside of em, and soon.

“Do you trust me enough to let me eat you?” e asked. E picked up one of Gris’s hands, and brought it against eir belly, letting him feel its rumbling. “I can keep you nice & safe inside of my gut . . . if you’ll allow me to bring you inside.”

Gris turned red as he listened to the leopard’s gut, and felt it vibrating underneath his fingers. He wanted to be in there more than anything—no, he /needed/ to. “Yes, please,” he begged. “Please let me come inside of you.”

“Good boy,” Krista praised him again. E took a prey-strength antacid from the bedside table and swallowed it. “I’ll send you down nice & quick, so that you can be in the place you desire most. Come here. . .”

E went down to his feet, brought eir hands around his ankles, and stuffed his toes into eir maw. Gris stared at the hungry mouth of the feline—it was wider than Dwayne’s, with a shorter tongue that covered his skin with slobber & drool. Krista’s sharp teeth hovered above & below him, but he knew that e wouldn’t bite down, no matter what. He trusted em, and knew e would keep him safe even as e gobbled him up.

The leopard sent Gris’s feet down with a /GULP/, making e throat bulge out with their presence. Then, e quickly sucked in more of him, slurping him down like a spaghetti noodle and forcing his body down eir throat. His legs were soon completely inside, and before long, his feet entered a wide, moist area: that had to be Krista’s stomach!

Gris squirmed eagerly, wanted all of him to be in eir gut. Noticing this, the leopard sped up, pulling him inside of em even more rapidly than before. His body piled into eir stomach, making it bulge out as he filled up the hungry chamber. More & more of him was sent down—until, finally, only his head was left to eat.

“Thank you,” he whispered to Krista. “Thanks for eating me. . .”

“You’re very welcome,” the leopard replied, smiling. “Let’s get you where you belong, my little morsel.”

E sucked in his head, ran eir tongue across the human’s face, and swallowed it with a /GLK!/ Gris traveled down the tight esophagus for a few seconds, and then landed inside of the stomach, where he curled up with the rest of his body. The human leaned against the rumbling walls, listening to the hungry grunts & growls around him, and he smiled. The gut was nice & cozy, and most importantly, he felt safe in here.

“Comfortable?” Krista asked, eir voice muffled by the thick walls of eir insides.

“Very,” Gris replied. “Thank you. . . This feels great.”

“I’m glad,” the leopard said, sounding pleased. “Just relax inside of there, ok? I took a 10-hour antacid, so you can stay in there for the night if you’d like. Or I can set a timer and let you out when it goes off.”

“I’d love to stay inside of here until tomorrow,” Gris told em shyly. “Err, if that’s ok?”

“Of course it is—I did just bring it up, so it’s totally fine,” Krista reassured him. “Now, get cozy. I’ll be here if you need me.”

Gris leaned against the hungry belly walls and closed his eyes, drifting off. Very soon, he was fast asleep.