DnD And Eating

Bright won my 4000 word drawing, and so this is the result! :D The pred is exacutionergamer's Ruta.

Poll results are in, and unbirthing is the winner!  I'll be writing that story live from 8-10pm tonight!

Still working on Vore Day content!  I'm excited to release it. :3

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 “Alright guys, good job taking down that monster!”
The DM smiled at his crew of adventurers, and stood up from the table.  This had been a productive and fun Dungeons & Dragons session for everyone.
Well, almost everyone.
“Let’s get the pizza from the shop, and then we can decide how to divide the loot,” the DM said, walking towards the front door. All of the players got up and followed out the door—all except two, who stayed at the table glaring at each other.
“You coming?” the DM asked, her hand on the doorknob.
“In a minute,” both players said.
“Alright.”  The DM shrugged, and left for the pizza shop, most of the other players following behind.  Once they were alone, the two players began arguing again.
“Come on, man,” Ruta said, smirking.  The demoness of Malal was used to getting what she wanted—and she could be very persistent.  Currently she was wearing her class’s outfit: a black dress that wrapped around her body nicely, and covered the star insignia on her left shoulder.  “It’s clear that /I/ deserve the Skeleton Key.  It would be hella rad with my character.”
Bright shook his head with a sigh.  He was dressed in his usual attire: black t-shirt and jeans, along with thick rectangular glasses.  “I’m afraid not.  Your class can’t really use that thing effectively.”
“Aw, just let me have it,” Ruta whined.
“No, you’re a bard,” the human explained patiently.  “I’m a rogue.  The Skeleton Key is best used with rogues, not bards.  Sorry, that’s just how it works in DnD.”
“Then, if you won’t give it to me . . . I’ll just eat your character and take it,” Ruta said with a shrug.  A sinister smile spread across her face.
“What?” Bright frowned, clearly confused.  “We’re not playing right now—you can’t eat my character.”
“Really?” Ruta asked, the grin spreading further.
“Really.”
Before the human could react, she stood up and snatched up his character sheet from the table, quickly folding it into a tiny square.  “Not even if I take your sheet and,” she said, holding it up to her mouth, “swallow?”  She dropped it inside.
“Give me back my character!” Bright yelled, standing too.  He was shorter than the demoness, but the human was determined, and shoved his hands toward her still-opened mouth, feeling around for the piece of paper.  To his surprise, his fingers went right inside her maw.
Ruta tasted his skin, and found a wonderful, delicate flavor—she had never had a living meal before, but /damn/ was this good.  “Well,” she said, speaking around his wrists, her speech muffled, “if you’re going to be that darn persistent about it . . . dive right in!”
She swallowed, and Bright cried out in surprise as he was shoved forward, his hands slipping into Ruta’s tight throat.  Unfortunately for him, since all of the other players were gone, nobody could hear him as he was eaten.  It was just him and Ruta—and she was perfectly fine letting him get to her stomach.  So, for that matter, was he, especially if his character sheet was down there.  Determined, Bright sighed, and decided to go along for the ride.
Ruta gulped again and caught the human’s head in her mouth, her tongue swirling around his yellow hair.  Bright cringed at the touch, and tried to move his arms to a more comfortable position in her throat, but found he couldn’t—he was stuck.  The demoness took a moment to savor him, slurping up the human’s face, but then she remembered the other players.  Realizing that she might want to speed up this meal, as everyone else would be coming back any minute, she quickly gulped in Bright’s shoulders and chest, sucking them in with all her might.
Down below, Bright was having an unpleasant time traveling down Ruta’s throat.  It was tight and uncomfortable, a constricting tube that clamped miserably around his skin.  When his hands, then his head, popped into a bigger space, the human breathed a sigh of relief.  “Finally!” he exclaimed upon entering the stomach, and began feeling around for his character sheet, fingers skimming the walls.
Ruta giggled at the pleasurable belly massage, and swallowed Bright up to his legs, shoving the human further inside and cringing at the taste of his jeans.  Now just his feet were kicking out of her mouth, and Ruta groaned—she didn’t /want/ to swallow his shoes, but knew she’d have to if she wanted all of him in there.  After a moment of hesitation, she sucked them inside, and quickly swallowed them down.  With that final gulp, all of Bright was in her stomach.
“Finally!” Bright said, feeling around the entire place.  Wait. . . He checked, then checked again, then frowned.  By now, he had explored the entire stomach!  But. . . “There’s no character sheet in here!”
“That’s right, stupid!” Ruta said victoriously, picking up his sheet from the floor.  “/Of course/ there’s no character sheet—I just /pretended/ to eat the character.”  She smirked and slapped her now-extended belly.  “You dweeb.”
At that moment, the front door opened.  Ruta turned, and saw that the DM and the other players had returned, holding pizza boxes.  “Hey guys, we’re back!” the DM called.  “And we brought pizza!”  She frowned, looking around for Bright.  “Did something happen while we were gone?”
“Nah, everything’s good,” Ruta said casually, even as Bright banged on her stomach.  “Bright said I could have the Skeleton Key—oh!  /And/ he offered to pay for the pizza.”  She reached into the human’s jacket, which was still hanging on the chair, and pulled out his wallet, where she retrieved some money.  “Here,” she said, handing it to the DM.
“Cool,” she said, shrugging.  “Wait—did he forget his stuff?”
“He and I are gonna meet up later, so he left his things with me,” Ruta quickly ad-libbed.  “He trusts me, you know.”
“I trust /you/?!” Bright exclaimed from the stomach, his voice only audible to Ruta.  “Oh come on!”
“Yeah, that checks out,” the DM said, making Bright groan.  “Let’s have dinner.  Then we can divide the loot, and finish up for the night.”
“Sounds good,” Ruta said.  Everyone went to the kitchen, and the pizza boxes were placed on the table.  The demoness grabbed a pepperoni slice, and chowed down.
Bright heard the rumbles above first, as food traveled down the throat.  Then the pizza started to rain down, and he cried out in surprise and disgust.  “Eeeew!” he said, holding his hands above his head, trying to protect himself.  “Gross!”
“Like that?” Ruta teased, speaking so only the human could hear her.  “Even though you’re filling me up nicely, I /just/ can’t resist good pizza.  In fact, I think I’m gonna have another slice!”
“Aw man!” Bright groaned.  He braced himself, and soon more food plopped in the space, piling next to his chest.  “You’re such a glutton.”
“I know,” the demoness said, smiling.  “But I think that’s enough pizza for now—you’re welcome, Bright!”
The human sighed and folded his arms.  The worst was yet to come.
The players sat around the table to divide the loot.  Before anyone could say anything, Ruta quickly butted in, “So Bright said I could have the Skeleton Key!”
“Nooooo!” the human cried.  This was even worse than being showered in pizza!  “Not my Skeleton Key!”
“So you’re going to use it as a Bard?” the DM asked, confused.
“Exactly!” Bright yelled.  “You can’t just—!”
“Yeah, Bright said I would get more use out of it than he would,” the demoness said, flashing a grin.
“Really?!”
“Alright, that’s fine,” said the DM, shrugging.  She smirked.  “I’ll have to make more scenarios with locked doors. . . Alright, let’s move on to the other equipment.  Eleanor, are you keeping the Antimatter Rifle?”
And so, they went through the loot one by one, Bright sulking in the stomach all the while.  Until finally, they were done, and it was time to leave.
“Alright, see you all in two days!” the DM exclaimed, as everyone went out the door.  “We’ll hopefully conclude this arc then—I’m looking forward to it!”
As she walked out Ruta scooped up Bright’s jacket and searched the pockets.  “Looks like it’s just the two of us until the next play session,” she said, pulling out his keys.  “Hope you don’t mind if I crash at your place—it’s closer than my house, and I get tired after a big meal.”
“Not like I can stop you,” Bright said with a sigh.
“Sweet, thanks!” the demoness exclaimed.  She had been to Bright’s house before, when he was hosting DnD at his place, so she retraced her steps from that day, and soon found his apartment.  After fiddling through the key ring, she found the right one, and opened the door.
It was a modest space, with a living room greeting her, a kitchen behind it, and doors to what she assumed to be the bedroom and bathroom.  “Phew!”  I’m beat,” she said, tossing Bright’s jacket on the couch and rubbing her extended belly.  Ruta stumbled over to the bedroom and threw open the door, throwing herself on the bed.  It was too small for her size, but she didn’t really care, and soon the demoness was fast asleep.
Bright sighed in the stomach.  “Guess I better get comfortable in here,” he said, watching the pile of chewed-up pizza digest.  The stomach wasn’t going to harm him, thankfully—perhaps he was too big for it to handle.  He shifted around a bit, then closed his eyes.  Soon, the human was also asleep.
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Ruta didn’t wake up until noon the next day, opening her tired eyes to see sunlight streaming through the window.  She groaned and sat up—and then she felt a heavy weight on her chest.  Confused, the demoness looked at the bulge in her stomach.  And then she remembered the events of the night before.
“Sweet!” she said, standing up from Bright’s bed.  “Man, this is filling, but I like a proper breakfast.  I wonder what he has lying around. . .”
As she walked, the human inside her stomach was starting to stir.  He could feel a swaying motion, and it brought him out of sleep, making him open his eyes.
At first, Bright was terribly confused.  He could barely see anything—had he woken up that early in the night?  Then he felt the slimy, closed chamber he was in, and he was momentarily baffled—this wasn’t his bed!  Was he in some kind of wet sack?
But then, it all came back to Bright, and the human let out a loud groan.  “I can’t believe you ate me!” he exclaimed.
“Good morning to you too!” Ruta said cheerfully, opening the human’s refrigerator.  She pulled out an egg carton and a loaf of bread.  “Sleep well, snack?”
“Not funny,” Bright muttered, folding his arms.  “Can you let me out now?”
“Nah,” the demoness said, plopping six eggs in a frying pan, and putting some bread in the toaster.  “I’ll let you out before our next Dungeons and Dragons session.  You’re just to /filling/ to let go!”  She laughed.
“Fine.”  Bright sighed.  “I guess I’m stuck here.”
“Aw, come on, it’s not /all/ bad.”
“Uh, it kinda /is/ ‘all bad’.”
“Fair enough.”  Ruta chuckled, and put her half-dozen eggs onto a plate, along with some burnt toast.  “Now you just hold tight, because I’m gonna eat my meal for the day.”
Bright groaned.  “You’re going to have /more/ food?”
“Like you said, I’m /such/ a glutton.”  The demoness licked her lips.  “Brace yourself, snack.”
“At least she warned me,” the human muttered, doing his best to move himself away from the throat hole.  Ruta chomped through toast and eggs in record time, and it soon rained down on Bright, plopping through the stomach’s sphincter and landing next to him in a huge pile.
“Gross,” he muttered, moving away from the slop.  It rained down consistently for quite a while, then, finally, it slowed, and then stopped entirely.  Bright let out a sigh of relief.
“Man, I’m /stuffed!” Ruta exclaimed, patting her belly.  “You and breakfast make a great team.”
“Hardy-har,” the human replied.  “So, you’re just going to keep me in here for two days?”
“That’s right!” said the demoness with a smile.
“Alright.”  Bright shifted into a more comfortable position.  “Guess I better get used to it then.”
“I think you’ll find that my stomach makes a great temporary living space,” Ruta said cheerfully.  “If you’re not food, that is.”
“And am I food?”
“Not really.  You’re more an amusement than food.”
“Thanks?”
“You’re welcome.”  Ruta left her plate on the table and stood up.  “Now, I gotta get ready for the day.  Think I’ll go back to my place for that.”
“Phew!” Bright said, breathing a sigh of relief.  “Thought you were gonna trash my house some more.”
“Now that you mention it. . .”  A wicked grin crossed the demoness’s face.  “Maybe I should.”
“Oh no, no, /don’t/!”
Too late—Ruta had already made up her mind.  She marched over to the bathroom, and the festivities began.
She marched into Bright’s bathroom and snatched up his toothbrush, squirting toothpaste on it from the nearby tube.  Then the demoness messily brushed her teeth, getting toothpaste foam all over the countertop.  When she finally spit in the sink and washed out her mouth, the place was a mess.  And that was before she got in the shower.
Ruta whistled as she got into Bright’s shower, turning the water up hot and soaking herself in body wash.  The demoness splashed all around, not caring about anything as she soaped up her fur, scrubbing leisurely.  Bright was bounced around as she rubbed her stomach, and the human sighed, angry and confused as to what was going on.  She didn’t stop until all of her was clean, and when she was done, Ruta shook the water off her fur, getting it everywhere.  When she left, the bathroom was messy and soaked, a mess for Bright to clean up—after he got out, that is.
“That was fun!” the demoness chirped, admiring her shinier fur.  “I should do that more often.  Thanks for letting me use your bathroom!”
“You used my bathroom?!”  Bright groaned.  “You left it a mess, didn’t you?”
“You know it!”  Ruta yawned, and walked back into the street, heading towards her own apartment.  “I’m gonna head to my place and get changed.  Then we can have some fun.”
As she walked down the street, she made a point of winking at any and all passersby, throwing in a little wave now and then for good measure.  It left all who saw her flustered and confused—except for a select few, who winked seductively back.  Either way, the demoness was extremely amused, and very entertained by the time she reached her apartment.
Her place was the perfect playground for a chaotic neutral being like her.  Black lace walls, torn couches, punching bags, computer (full of event listings).  She had it all.  But for now, she was here for a reason.
Ruta walked into her room and took of her dress, which caused her big belly to pop out of her chest—Bright cried out in surprise at the transition.  She gasped upon seeing its true size, and a wide smile spread across her face.  “Look at you,” she purred, slapping her stomach and it jiggle, tossing around the human inside.  “You make such a big meal.  I gotta say, I didn’t expect you to be so satisfying.”
“Gee, thanks,” Bright said sarcastically, trying to reposition himself to a cozier spot.
But before he could, Ruta smacked her belly again, and the human stumbled, sinking downward.  “You’re welcome, snack!  Now, let’s fine something to show you off with. . .”
Ruffling through her drawers, the demoness pulled out a spiky choker, wrapping it around her neck.  Then she found her favorite shirt: a black one with torn sleeves and a pentagram pattern, that showed off her midriff in the process.  After getting out a pair of torn black shorts and gray knee-high socks, her outfit was complete.
“Aw yeah,” Ruta said, looking at her mirror and smiling at her appearance.  “I look /good/!  How’s it hanging in there, prey?”
“Wonderful,” Bright answered sarcastically, folding his arms.  He wanted nothing more than to stretch out his legs.  But alas, in the tight space, he really couldn’t.  So he shifted around helplessly in a vain attempt to get more comfortable.
“Great!” Ruta exclaimed.  She checked herself out in the mirror one last time, then marched out of the apartment, a smile on her face.
For the rest of the way, the demoness did her usual routine: she walked around town looking for fun and trouble.  As she went, winking at strangers and chatting with the accepting ones, Bright was bounced up and down in her stomach, moving with every step now that her belly wasn’t sealed behind the dress.  At first it was a miserable experience, but soon the human managed to get the hang of it.
On her third conversation, Ruta ran into a few foolish people who planned to rob a convenience store, and of course, she decided to join them.  She often did things that, to others, seemed like bizarre and avoidable mistakes, but to her were fantastic and chaotic adventures.
And so off the demoness went, getting in the back of a getaway car, cackling as they went.  Unfortunately, the robbery went anything but well, and that getaway car drove off quickly, with nothing for the foolish criminals to show for it.  Ruta didn’t really mind, though—this had been a good find, and overall, she had a fantastic time.
The demoness had the group drop her off at her apartment, and she went to sleep.  The next day, she went searching for more chaos, but this time, the search was fruitless.  Disappointed but not discouraged, she walked down to Bright’s place.  DnD, after all, was tonight.
Ruta walked up to the apartment and pulled out the key.  Smiling, she opened the door, and peeked inside.  “All clear,” she said, getting inside and shutting the door behind her.  “Alright.  Let’s do this in your bathroom. . .”
She walked down to Bright’s bathroom and threw back the shower curtain.  Then, she began to spit the human up.
In her stomach, Bright was actually making himself quite comfortable, and he let out a contented sigh.  You know, he would never had asked to be in here, but considering the circumstances, things weren’t so bad.  It wasn’t the worst place in the world, and it wasn’t like he was being /digested/--no, he was just stuck in this cozy, slimy stomach.  It could be cozy if he tried.  Heck, he was even starting to like it here, just a tiny little bit—
Suddenly, there was loud gurgle, and Bright held onto the belly walls.  “What was that?!” he screeched as the stomach shook.  Before he knew it, his head was suddenly sucked into Ruta’s throat, and he was traveling up and out of here.  The human cringed in the tight space, waiting in anticipation as more of his body was pulled inside of it.  It was happening!  Forget Ruta’s stomach, he was finally going home!  Screw that place!
He didn’t realize he was holding his breath until he popped up at the top of her throat, reaching her mouth and letting out a huge sigh of relief.  As he went forward, her uvula skimmed on top of his body, and his head poked out, landing on top of demoness’s tongue.  She gave him a welcoming lick, then continued to spit up her food.
Bright landed in his tub with a /thonk!/, going in hard on his shoulders.  Ruta ignored his cries of pain and kept up the effort, heaving to get the human out of her stomach.  His chest slid out of her mouth, then his hips, then his knees, and finally the rest of his legs and feet.  The demoness gave his toes one last taste before letting them go, watching them plop into the tub.
“Welcome back to the world of the living,” she teased, looking down at Bright.  The human groaned, unable to move for a moment.  Then he sat up, looking around.
“Where am I?” he muttered.  “Wait—is this my /tub/?”
“Yeeeep!” Ruta replied, grinning widely.  “Figured I’d spit you up at your place—it’s closer to Dungeons and Dragons, anyway.”
Her stomach let out a loud /groooowl/.  “Ooof, now that you’re out of there, I’m super hungry!” exclaimed the demoness.  “I’m gonna scarf down more of your food—be right back!”
“Oh, come on—!”  Too late.  Ruta was already gone.  Bright sighed, and sat up.  He looked at his body, which was dripping with spit and stomach juices.  “. . . Well, while I’m in here, I might as well shower.”
He grabbed a change of clothes from his bedroom, and then returned to the bathroom.  That’s when he noticed the toothpaste foam everywhere, not to mention the water on the floor.  The human sighed.  “I guess after /I’m/ cleaned up, I’ll have to clean /that/ up,” he muttered to himself.  Then he undressed, and got in the shower.
A few minutes later, he got out, dressed, and then got to cleaning the bathroom, grabbing a towel and a mop.  That took significantly longer than his shower, as Ruta had done quite a number on the place.  /I hope this doesn’t do any permanent damage—I *really* don’t want to have to explain all this to my landlord/, he thought as he wiped up water.  But finally, it was all finished, and he stood up, looking over his work with a smile.
That’s when Bright remembered that Ruta was in his kitchen, eating all his food.  He groaned, tossed the wet towel in the sink, and marched outside.  “Rutaaaa!”
In his kitchen, the demoness was chewing on a huge sandwich, and looked innocently at the human when he walked in.  “What?  I’m /hungry/!” she said, sending the contents to her stomach with a loud /gulp/.  “You have food, I /need/ food—it’s a pretty simple equation when you think about it.”
Bright sighed.  “Sure, Ruta.  Sure.”  He walked to his refrigerator and looked around.  Its shelves were nearly bare now, aside from two slices of bread.  He grabbed them and placed them in the toaster—now that he thought about it, he was pretty hungry himself.  Turns out time in a stomach could take a lot out of you.
“So, you ready for DnD?” Ruta asked, smacking her lips loudly.
“Uh, I guess so?” Bright said.  “After that experience, I’m probably ready for anything.”
“Probably!” the demoness said cheerfully.  The toast popped up from the toaster, and the human grabbed it, munching on his food.
“Alright, no dilly-dallying, let’s go!” Ruta moaned, grabbing Bright by the shirt.  He cried out in surprise, but managed to keep a grip on his food.  The demoness ran out the door and dragged them to DnD, where she loudly busted in the door.
Some of the other players were already there, and stared at them, but didn’t say anything.  Ruta grinned at put Bright on the ground, and the two walked to their seats.
“So now you know not to mess with me,” Ruta whispered with a smirk.  “’Cause I got a strong stomach.”
“Alright, lesson learned,” Bright admitted, sighing.
“Good.”  The demoness reached into her pocket, and pulled out first her character sheet, then Bright’s, handing it to him.  “Then you can have this back, I /guess/,” she said with a smile.
“Oh, thanks.”  He took it from her and placed it on the table.  “Maybe you’re not so bad after all.”
“By the way, I left your key inside your apartment.”
“. . . I hate you.”