The Regeneration Potion: Part 1

Part 1 of a long vore story!  Features digestion and reformation. C: Hope you like it!

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 Dante snuggled against Nitrua’s chest, closing his eyes as the TV blared. He truly
loved his Zinogre friend, and getting to hang out with her was the highlight of his day.
Sometimes they would have casual times together, like now, sitting and watching reruns
of /The Nature Channel/. But other times, their hangout sessions would enter more . . .
predatory, vorey places, ones Dante loved being shoved into. Just thinking about it was
starting to turn him on, and the lynx blushed, trying to restrain himself, pressing against
his friend’s scaley body.
At that moment, he heard a loud /ding!/ in the distance, and recognized it as Nitrua’s
doorbell. The Zinogre sat up, bringing Dante up with her, and his heart pounded as he
was pressed against her beautiful stomach. “Can you go check who that is?” she
asked. Dante looked up and met her eyes, seeing his friend smiling down at him.
“Sure,” the lynx said, standing up from the couch. He walked down the hallway and to
the door, where he glanced out the window. Nobody was standing there—strange, had
someone rang the doorbell as a prank? He opened the door and stepped outside,
which is when his foot hit something.
He looked down to see a small package, double the size of one of his paws. It was
postmarked to Nitrua, and the lynx picked it up, studying the parcel. He turned it over a
few times, trying to gauge the contents, but it was a pretty nondescript box. So he
closed the door and walked back to his Zinogre friend.
“I think the post office left this for you,” Dante said as he turned the corner, holding the
box out to Nitrua.
“Huh?” She turned to him, and her eyes met the package. She looked confused, and
the Zinogre plucked the package from her friend’s hand, studying it. “What’s that—oh!”
Her eyes widened with realization upon seeing the sender’s address, and Dante
washed a flush of red spread out on her face. Her embarrassment was soon replaced,
however, by her usual confident demeanor, and Nitrua grinned. “It’s actually something
I purchased for you, Dante,” she said, holding the box out to the lynx. “Why don’t you
open it?”
“Uh, sure.” Dante shrugged and cautiously took the package back, starting to peel off
the tape. Perhaps this was all a prank by his friend, and the contents of the box would
pop in his face the moment he opened it—Dante wouldn’t put it past the Zingore. Or
maybe she had brought him something sweet, a present of some sort perhaps? That
would be really nice, and as he unwrapped the box, he was greatly hoping for the latter.
Finally, he peeled off enough tape from the box, and managed to open the tiny box.
Nothing burst out of it to meet his face—so far, so good. Instead, the box was filled with
packing peanuts. Dante reached up and shoveled them out of the way, digging deeper
into the parcel until he found. . .
“Is that . . . a bottle?” he asked, lifting it up out of box. It was a cute little bottle of orange
liquid, with a card attached to it by a string. The lynx smiled and turned to Nitrua. “Did
you get me some sort of fancy wine? Because that’s super cute of you.”
“Not quite,” the Zinogre said with a smirk on her face. “Why don’t you read the card? It
should explain everything, trust me.”
“Alright, I will.” He turned back to the bottle and picked up the card with his other hand,
squinting to make out the tiny typeface. He read out loud:
“One Time Regeneration Potion: For those who want to go wild and not worry about the
risk. Potion’s user respawn after a few hours after death and will appear on the closest
safe bed.”
Wait, what?
He read the words again. Then one more time, both to process the information on the
paper, and to make sure this wasn’t some kind of joke. Finally, he turned to Nitrua, who
met his delighted eyes with a smile of her own.
“Oh man, you’re face!” she said, laughing. “You look /so/ happy right now.”
“I am!” Dante exclaimed, clutching the bottle with both hands. He let out an excited
laugh. “Where on earth did you get this?!”
Nitrua smiled. “Well,” she said, “I’ve been hearing about this new potion shop that just
opened a few weeks ago. They’ve gotten pretty positive reviews, so I decided to check
it out—and they had that regeneration potion.” She nodded at the bottle. “So I’ve been
saving up to get one so we could test it out . . . together.”
She stood up from the couch and gave Dante a hug, snuggling him close. “I’ve always
wanted to take our sessions to the next level,” she said, clutching him tightly, letting the
lynx press against her loudly growling belly. “Our predator and prey roleplays mean so
much to me, and I’ve always wanted to take the final step. But I /never/ want to hurt you
or digest you since we’re such close friends.”
Nitrua let go of the lynx, smiling down at him. “So when I heard about this regeneration
potion, I knew I had to get it for us. It’s the perfect way for us to take our friendship to
the next level, and finally fulfill both of our fantasies as predator and prey.”
Dante’s heart skipped a beat. Could this really be happening? His friend had
purchased a regeneration potion for them—for him! And that meant he would finally be
able to. . .
His eyes went down to her stomach without him even realizing it. Nitrua laughed and
licked his lips. “I know you want to be more than just friends, Dante,” she said, patting
her eager belly. “I know you want this too, my delicious little lynx.”
His heart skipped a beat, and Dante blushed hard, displaying a deep shade of crimson
that spread across his entire face. Before he could reply, Nitrua dove in for a kiss, and
he reciprocated it, meeting her lips softly. When they parted, the Zinogre laughed, and
said, “/Much/ closer than being friends, isn’t it?”
Dante blushed again. “I. . .” He gulped. What would she think of him if he said it? But
he had to tell her sometime—and perhaps that time was now. “I do have feelings for
you,” he admitted, turning away. Nitrua gently cupped his chin and turned his head
back to her, and he was relieved to see kindness and love in her eyes, rather than
rejection. “And I want to take our friendship to the next level too—I’ve always wanted to
digest in your belly.” His eyes flickered to her stomach again without even realizing it.
“And with this regeneration potion . . . well, that looks like the perfect way to do it, right?”
Nitrua’s face lit up with a smile. “Good. I’m glad you think so too.” The Zinogre
smirked. “And I think this regeneration potion is the perfect, kinky way to do take our
friendship to the next level, too.”
She smiled, and gave Dante a big hug, squeezing him tight. “I’m so happy you’re ok
with this,” she said. As she spoke, her stomach let out a loud /groooowl!/ “I think my
stomach likes it, too,” she teased, and Dante could hear her licking her lips. “Now, drink
up that potion, and let’s get you down the hatch.”
The lynx nodded eagerly, and turned to the potion in his hands. “You’re going to be
fattening—don’t want these to tear~,” Nitrua teased, putting her hands on the rim of her
shirt. As Dante watched, she began to strip, slowly removing her blouse and placing it
on the couch, revealing her breasts hidden underneath a bra. Then the bra was
removed, fully exposing her full boobs. “Are you going to drink that, sweetheart~?”
“Err . . . right!” Dante said quickly, trying to concentrate on the potion in his paw. He
reached out and unscrewed the bottle, just as Nitrua started to remove her pants—no,
no, focus! He could take in her nude body right after this. After removing the cap, the
lynx took a deep, steady breath—then, he dumped the entire bottle of regeneration
potion into his mouth.
The liquid didn’t have any particular taste, he noticed. Dante swirled it around his
mouth for a bit, then gulped it down, sending it to his stomach. For a moment, nothing
seemed to happen, but then a weird feeling washed over Dante: the potion was taking
effect. The sensation only lasted for a moment, however; soon, the lynx returned to
normal, and he turned to Nitrua.
She was completely naked now, exposing her erect boobs and wet pussy for him to
see. Dante decided to quickly follow her lead and strip too—after all, he wouldn’t need
those where he was going. First he took of his shirt, revealing his naked, furry chest to
the predator—he noticed her starting to drool as she looked at him. Then he took of his
pants and boxers, and showed her he was starting to get erect. They hadn’t even
started yet, but Dante was extremely turned on.
The moment his clothes dropped to the ground, Nitrua was moving. Without warning,
she pounced on the lynx, forcing him to the ground and pinning him there. Her stomach
let out a loud growl, and the Zinogre opened her drooling mouth.
“What a tasty looking piece of prey,” she purred. Her tongue brushed against his fur,
licking up his chest, and Dante leaned into her tasting, wanting to feel every second of
it. “You’re as delicious as you look, little lynx,” Nitrua said, running her tongue across
his body, taking in full licks from his hips to his shoulders, teasing his penis by her
disregarding it. “Nice, juicy flavor, full, meaty body, clean, tasty fur. . . You got it all.”
Her belly grumbled again, and she grinned down at him, and he smiled back. Fuck, he
had missed this.
Nitrua reared up, and shook her breasts right in front of his face, teasing him even
more. “Take a look at this body while you can, honey,” she said with a smirk. “’Cause
in a moment, you’re going to be a part of it.” She started to crawl backward, talking with
every step she took. “I can’t wait to see how sexy you’ll make me look, once you’re all
melted down in my belly. I’m going to use you to improve my breasts so much, and
then you’ll contribute to my ass and my hips. People are going to look at me, and
they’re going to see your meat on my body.”
Dante gasped in arousal, blushing at the thought. The Zinogre reached his feet, and
her stomach growled again, impatient for the prey. “So we should probably send you
down the hatch already, now shouldn’t we?” She grinned, and opened her maw wide.
Dante watched that bulbous tongue, drooling teeth, and cavernous throat all slowly
descend from the air, until it latched around his feet. It was time for Nitrua to eat.
She lapped up his paws, running her tongue from his toes, down the bridge of his foot,
up to his ankles, and then down the bottom (making him giggle at the tickling). Then
she did it again, and again, making sure not one inch was untouched by her curious
tongue. “Tasty,” she said around her meat, making Dante smile. Then, she swallowed,
and his feet were shoved from that wide, eager mouth, into her cramped, pulling throat.
It was really beginning now, and Nitrua’s stomach growled in anticipation—soon, he
would be in there.
The Zinogre worked her way up Dante’s meaty legs inch by inch, swallowing oh-soslowly as she traveled closer and closer to his head(s), teasing him with her steady
pace. She sucked in his ankles quite easily, then gulped down up to his knees and the
start of his tail, which she gave extra attention to on her way up. Then her mouth
stretched to take in the lynx’s large upper legs, expanding to unreal size as she sucked
in his hips, finishing off the last of his tail. All the while he felt his legs crawl further and
further down her tight throat, massaging his skin as the descend pushed him downward.
That was when mouth caressed his ass, and her nose bumped into his penis.
Dante’s cock started going erect just from that touch, he was so turned on by all this.
That made Nitrua smirk in delight, and she evilly stuck out her tongue, poking his penis
with its tip. That made the lynx’s cock jump again, and she smiled. Then, she began
licking it in earnest.
Dante cried out as her tongue began assaulting the tip of his penis, pleasuring his head
just the ways she knew he liked it. “Oh . . . oh fuck. . .” He leaned back, looking at the
predator teasing his erect member, loving the image and the sensations of it all, reveling
in the fact that he was so stuck into her mouth, he could do nothing but lean into her
wonderful touch. Nitrua, for her part, was grinning wildly as she licked his cock over
and over again, as she knew /exactly/ the effect she was having on her prey.
“Fuuuuck!” he cried out as she made him hard.
But she stopped just at the tipping point—before he could cum into her maw, her tongue
had retreated, and his penis was gulped down like any other piece of meat. Then,
Nitrua resumed her journey up his body, and swallowed all of his hips.
That was when he felt it: his feet, far inside his friend, penetrated the sphincter of her
belly, and went from being squeezed by the throat, to slipping inside the open space of
her stomach. Nitrua’s gut growled victoriously at the meat’s entrance, and Dante let out
a gasp. If he thought he was turned on before—well. Now that he was finally inside,
the lynx’s arousal and pleasure increased, and he sighed in satisfaction as Nitrua
continued to eat him alive.
The Zinogre licked up his arms, which were at his sides, chest, and bellybutton, sending
them into her maw and licking wildly before gulping them down. Below, more of Dante
was starting to fill up her stomach—he was in there up to his knees, and his feet his the
wall of the belly, making a visible indent. /In the belly of the beast/, the lynx thought,
chuckling to himself. And that was a place he loved to go.
Nitrua made her way up Dante’s chest, lapping up his nipples and stimulating the lynx
even further. Predator and prey were so close now—he was almost inside of her
completely, and both could hear her belly growling in anticipation. It wanted all of him—
and that was what it was going to get.
She scarfed down his chest, and suddenly only Dante’s neck and head were left outside
of her stomach. His heart pounded at the realization that all of him would soon be
inside—and then, he could really digest. His thoughts were interrupted as Nitrua took
his neck into her mouth—now, only his head was outside.
The Zinogre smiled down at her friend. Then, she swallowed, and sent his head into
her mouth.
He was suddenly surrounded by a tight, wet space, and licked all over by an eager
tongue. As the tongue finished tasting him, it gave him a little kiss, and Dante smiled.
Then, Nitrua swallowed, and with a loud /gulp/, he plummeted into her tight throat.
“I love you, my tasty lynx,” Dante heard the Zinogre say as he traveled down her
esophagus. He blushed bright, a smile crossing his face. The journey downward
ended all too quickly, and a moment later, he plopped down into her stomach, joining
the rest of his body inside of Nitrua.
He was forced to curl up inside of the tight, bloated belly, and Dante sighed at the touch
of the familiar stomach walls. He was here. And here he would stay, until digestion
occurred.
Outside, Nitrua smiled, and rubbed her stomach. Dante could feel her hand pressing
against the walls, and he grinned. The Zinogre stood up from the ground and sat down
on her couch, continuing to rub her large, prey-filled belly. “Such a delicious morsel I’ve
caught,” the predator said, licking her lips. “Fills me up so nicely. I can hardly wait until
you’ve been digested.”
That worked Dante right up again, and the lynx started panting, pressing against the
stomach walls to hear his predator taunt him.
“My stomach’s going to turn you into soup, little snack,” Nitrua said, patting and petting
her belly, something Dante could feel on the inside. “I’ve been waiting soooo long to
show you what a Zinogre stomach can /really/ do—and now, I can finally show you.”
She let out a loud, satisfied /buuuurp!/
Inside her stomach, Dante started squirming—he could feel the stomach acids
beginning to rise. He felt the liquids reaching his knees. Sure, he and Nitrua had done
this before, plenty of times. But this time, even knowing the regeneration potion would
save him, he felt a little scared. It was, after all, his first time being truly digested.
“Don’t worry, my prey, it won’t hurt,” Nitrua assured him, relieving some of his fears.
“But it will be super satisfying for me~!” She slammed her hands against her gut,
pressing down hard. Dante was squished inside her stomach, and it gurgled as the
space shrunk. “I can’t wait to see how you look on my hips.”
Dante blushed, imagining his remains being part of his friend, his digested body adding
to her beautiful form. Nitrua stopped squishing him inside, and gave her stomach a loud
/slap/, just as the acids began to rise more in the belly. They reached Dante’s feet, and
then began to rise past his chest.
Nitrua felt her prey squirming inside for her, and she sighed, leaning back as her belly
was nicely massaged. Finally, the acids stopped at Dante’s neck, leaving his head
above the liquids to breathe, and the belly grumbled around him. The liquids felt
different than they usually did to the lynx—this wasn’t safe acid, ones that would leave
his form unharmed. This was true stomach acid, designed to digest him, reduce his
nutrient-filled body to nothing but mush and chyme for his predator. And though he was
still a little scared, he trusted Nitrua, and was excited by the prospect.
The two sat there for a long time: Dante squirming in her stomach, stimulating the
Zinogre, and Nitrua patting, rubbing, and pushing her belly, taunting her prey all the
while. It was when Dante noticed his energy decreasing, his squirms lessening, when
he realized: the stomach must be doing its work. The walls kneaded against the lynx,
churning loudly around him as they fought to convert him into energy. Dante had never
been more turned on in his life, but he didn’t have the energy to cum. He was
exhausted, but eager to see what would come next. Deciding not to resist, he leaned
against the growling belly, letting it work on his form.
Nitrua felt her food’s reduced struggles and rubbed her stomach. “Looks like you’ve
given up, prey,” she snarked, grinning. “Good—fighting against my belly is a futile battle
anyway.” Soon, Dante would be a part of her, reduced to nothing but another meal for
her body of absorb. She had never been more turned on in her life. “You’ll be stomach
soup pretty soon, my beautiful lynx.”
Dante nodded, pressing against the stomach walls. For a while longer (he didn’t know
how long—time had no meaning here) he did his best to stay awake, despite his lost
energy. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out, and that was
when he realized his body felt . . . melty. Like he was an ice cream cone left in the sun,
being reduced by its rays. The acid must be really working hard on his body, he
realized, struggling to stay awake.
Nitrua felt the changes in his form too, as the weight in her stomach lessened, and
became less centered as time went on. “Sleep, my pretty prey,” she purred to Dante.
“Let my belly take you. You’ll wake up in my bed soon enough. . .”
Upon hearing that, Dante decided it was time to give in. He stopped fighting the strong
pull of sleep in his body, and leaned into it instead, letting his mind take him. The lynx
closed his eyes, and drifted off into nothingness.
And soon, his body had drifted off, too. Nitrua sat on the couch and patted her stomach
the whole time, feeling every second as Dante’s body was reduced to nothing but soup
in her stomach. Soon, what was left of him was nothing but liquid, and the stomach
acids lowered, satisfied now that the digestion process was over.
The Zinogre let out a loud belch, patting her stomach in satisfaction. “You were
amazing in there, Dante,” she said, licking her lips. “You’ll be back soon. But until then,
I’m going to enjoy this.”
She repositioned herself on the couch, and moved her belly back and forth, feeling the
lynx soup slosh around inside. Smiling, Nitrua hugged her belly in delight. “Oh, you
were delicious, Dante,” she said, lying down and closing her eyes. “Such a wonderful
meal as always. And your squirms were /exquisite/ this time—perhaps because you
knew it would be for real.”
She leaned back to have a little nap, figuring that by the time she woke up, Dante would
regenerate in the nearest “safe bed”—that is, her own bed. Nitrua smiled at the
thought, and drifted off to sleep, wondering how her body would use this lynx meal. As
she slept, the Dante soup was repurposed, and added to her figure.