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Customer’s Order
 
Saturdays were always easy at the vore-parlor, and Volt found himself chilling in his office doing paperwork at 3am, a perfectly normal activity for the undead-disguised-as-a-horse. His desk full of piles of papers, sprawling everywhere and sometimes tipping over the side, a dim light behind him shining down to help him see better. He snatched one of the larger orders order from the pile, lifting his hooves up to read this one a bit closer, before going wide eyed.
 
“Wait… what???” The horse exclaimed, both brows raised as the shock overtook him for that moment, so much so that he had to read his commission paper a second time. It seemed… so very odd, a request like this? A staple of his name was the willingness and comfort of anyone who was a client, vore-scenes were all pretend after all, and yet it went against everything he did.
 
“They want me to break… and enter? And take, no… swallow, someone against their will, and not only that…” Volt stared, to make sure he was truly seeing what was written.
 
“.. to do so, for a WEEK?” He reread it twice. Thrice. Four times, and then finally managed to make it to the bottom of the commission.
 
“o… oh…. that… that’s a looooootta monnii”-
 
Truthfully, eating this hippogriff wouldn’t be too hard. All he had to do was get her to think about him for a bit. Just a few moments, and he was in. Volt spent the day posting fliers nearby her house for when she came home from work. One on the front-door, a few near the property, etc. . . and grab a shrink-potion. All he needed to do was wait. Hours later, near the end of the day, Volt felt it. A preternatural tug in his mind when others thought enough about him. A quick spell identified the victim as Windsurfer. His target, and soon-to-be-prey. Volt felt his body fade, shifting quickly into another realm and then back into reality behind Windsurfer. Her whole living room lit up from the constant licks of flame that were his mane, casting a terrific shadow over her. Windsurfer would only feel a quick tug at the back of her mind, a flier for some nearby vore-parlor still in her hooves.
 
“What the-?!”
 
 
Volt wasted no time, throwing his shrink-potion onto the hapless victim. Perhaps given some time she could have fled, but her whole body shifted an order of magnitude down and was quickly caught in his hooves.
 
“Insurance has me obligated to say that a friend paid me to treat you as food for a week, enjoy!” He didn’t give her a chance to protest, peep, or even complain. First her head was shoved in, followed quickly by the rest of her. She tasted like most hippogriffs did, like birds with a bit of horse-flavor, though volt could definitely taste the quality shampoo in her mane. Oribe? Nice! He gently chomped on her a few times, swishing her around and enjoying the flavor, once even letting her halfway-escape before slurping her right back in. And eventually all the fun was followed up by a powerful gulp, sending her deep within to be churned by his gut. Her smaller size didn’t leave much room for a huge gut, though he still had one. Volt hopped onto her couch, squishing his gut over a pillow for extra pressure.
 
“Ahhhh. Perfectly satisfying.~ Just the way I like em.”
 
-By Floofy Odyssey