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Please be advised the story contains the following: WoW setting, F/F, big belly bulge, mean female worgen pred, unwilling female human and elf preys, same size oral vore, female masturbation, digestion, clothes regurgitation. Reader discretion is advised – enjoy!
All characters featured within this story are fictional and above the legal age of consent.
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Dawn was sitting in an inn with a gloomy face, looking on the beer, sloshing on the bottom of her mug. She spent a whole day trying to find a party of heroes who could help her accomplish the quest of taking down one of the biggest threats to the Alliance nearby – Scarlet Monastery, whose adepts completely lost their mind and were torturing innocent people, claiming them to be infected, but she was rejected again and again. Most of those she spoke to told that they wouldn't mess with such dangerous enemies, others openly laughed at her, telling she won't be able to take down even a wild boar, leave alone the Monastery forces. Of course, each of those mockers got their punch in the face, but their words were hurting Dawn's self-esteem more and more. Dark-haired rogue always considered herself being far better than others, and even a single reject was an insult for her, but a dozen of those in a row… that was too much for her to bear. She made the last desperate attempt to find a party, approaching a warrior in shiny armor with a coquettish smile on her face.

"Hey, charmer, want to spend the best night in your life before the raid?" She crooned, snuggling to his side and rubbing her crotch against his armored thigh. She hoped that would be intimidating and arousing enough to make him think about it at least, but instead he only chuckled. "Are you that rogue in need everyone is talking about in the city? Ready to trade your body for a raid? How weak and miserable you are…" He said arrogantly, pushing her away. As if that wasn't enough, people around who obviously heard every word of his, started whistling and laughing at her mockingly, some of them even called her a whore. Dawn couldn't say a word, only opening and closing her mouth silently – that was the most humiliating thing that happened to her in her entire life. All of a sudden, her body started covering with thick gray fur and changing its shape into far bigger and bulkier than even the warrior who insulted her was. "You dare to call me weak and miserable?!" She roared in rage, grabbing the warrior's breastplate and ripping it off in a single tug, striking his now bare body with her razor-sharp claws and leaving five deep bleeding trenches across his face and chest, making him scream in pain.

"Holy moly, it's one of those crazy worgens! Run!" One of the visitors yelled, dashing to the door and starting the real panic in the inn. People were flipping benches and tables, breaking the dishes and struggling to get out as fast as they could, while Dawn was quite literally tearing the unfortunate warrior apart. Only when he stopped breathing, and her hands were in hot blood up to the elbows, she finally stepped back and cursed. "Well, it seems like I'm totally screwed up now…" She murmured, wiping her hands with the warrior's cloak, roaring on the trembling innkeeper before hopping on the street and crawling on the roof. Luckily it was a cloudy night, so neither the Sun nor the Moon illuminated the worgen jumping from one roof to another bright enough to be seen from the ground. Dawn, on the other hand, saw everyone and everything perfectly fine – thanks to that bestial nature of hers. "Screw those parties, I will do everything myself, and return back as a true hero I am!" She snorted, hopping over the city wall and vanishing in the forest before the city guards even got to the inn.

Dawn was quite used to going on simple raids alone already, even though this habit was the reason why she got a worgen curse many years ago, though now she believed that this was not a curse, but a blessing. She was easily taking down even the strongest enemies in this form, and the most enjoyable way of doing this by far was swallowing them whole and alive. Feeling them squirm and struggle for their worthless lives inside her deadly stomach only to become a part of her magnificent body once and for all in just a few hours turned her on more than anything else… Too bad blood-thirsty worgen nature combined with her selfish and arrogant character sometimes lead to such… unpleasant incidents like in the inn tonight. But such things never happened in public before and she had absolutely no idea if taking down Sally Whitemane would be enough to atone her guilt. Halfway towards the monastery, Dawn turned to the other side, intending to do something others would call a certain suicide – she wanted to take down Sylvanas Windrunner before going for Sally, so that murdered nameless warrior would definitely be forgotten by people, praising her outstanding strength and valor.

Undercity was huge and Dawn even started doubting if she would be able to accomplish her mission at all, but a hungry growl, coming out from her stomach, made her nip her lip and forget about any doubts – eating Sylvanas would be not only the biggest achievement of hers, but also the most delicious and desired meal she ever had, and retreating now was totally unacceptable! The tall and slender worgen girl climbed over the high stone walls, sniffing in the scent of blood elves, patrolling the streets. It was helpful to know where their posts were, but it also made her gut rumble so loud that she feared it could be heard from the distance. She was an experienced rogue though, and those soft worgen feet of hers made even less noise than human ones as she was sneaking behind the guards' backs, approaching the Royal Quarter. One of the elves sniffed the air and winced "Do you feel that dog-meat smell?" He asked the other one. He made a few breaths and shrugged "Not really, your sweaty boots are the only thing I can smell…" He replied with a chuckle, making his partner blush and Dawn smirk.

She saw the opened window on the third floor and started climbing on the wall, making sure no one could see her. Those long worgen claws were quite handy in climbing and less than a minute later she finally got in. "My-my, seems like I got at the right time in the right place!" She mused with a mischievous smirk on her face, locking the window so no one could hear what's going on here from the outside. Sylvanas, who was sitting at her desk and dealing with reports from her subordinates, gasped and hopped off her seat, turning around and facing Dawn. But before she could even grab a dagger on her belt, the worgen girl pounced at her, grabbing the Dark Lady and pinning her arms to her sides. "W-who the hell are you? How did you even get here, worgen scum?!" She yelled, squirming and wriggling in Dawn's grip with all of her might, but it was absolutely no use – forces were too unequal. "I'm your worst nightmare, my long-eared morsel. In my gut no one can hear you scream…" Dawn crooned sensually, licking her lips hungrily before opening her mouth really wide, washing Sylvanas' face with her hot humid breath.

"W-wait, you can't do this by real…" Sylvanas babbled, watching how the worgen's maw approached her. "You know who I am?!" She yelled, doubling the pace of her struggles as Dawn stuck out her long slick tongue and gave her prey's cheek a long teasing lick, covering her skin with her hot sticky saliva. "Let me go-m-mph!!!" Her scream turned into muffled moan as Dawn wrapped her jaws around Sylvanas' entire head at once, pressing her face against her squishy tongue and eagerly licking all over her head, savoring the prey's flavor and purring from pleasure. Finally, she made the first greedy gulp, pulling her throat over Sylvanas' head and squeezing it with her powerful gullet muscles, which then started rippling and dragging the prey deeper and deeper into the ravenous predator's body with every single gulp she made. Sylvanas screamed, thrashing in the worgen girl's hands like crazy, trying to kick her and sometimes even succeeding, yet Dawn simply shrugged off those weak strikes, barely noticeable for a mighty pred like her. The worgen's neck bulged out with the shape of Sylvanas' head and the outlines of her face were clearly visible through the strained furry hide of the predator before she was squeezed even deeper, into Dawn's chest.

Loud thumping heartbeat and deep breath of the predator suppressed all sounds of the outer world for the unfortunate prey, her only hope now was that her spiky armor will make the worgen spit her out, but it seemed like she didn't care about it at all. Dawn ate dozens if not even hundreds of preys before Sylvanas, she was perfectly aware of her body capacity. Even if her stomach wasn't able to digest clothes, armor, jewelry and other non-organic materials – she could easily spit them out later, and her stomach walls were so strong that even daggers couldn't do much against them, though she preferred not to risk and ripped off Sylvanas' belt with the dagger so she couldn't even theoretically hurt her from the inside. The worgen's jaws stretched over Sylvanas' shoulders and then chest, gnawing her almost bare breasts and belly which weren't covered by anything, not biting through the elf's skin, yet making her twitch and wriggle inside the worgen's gullet. Dawn's tongue snaked around Sylvanas belly button before the pred moved her hands to the prey's legs, holding them together and preventing Sylvanas from kicking her again before tilting her head up and making another greedy gulp, pulling her jaws over the prey's rear.

"N-ngh, no, please, not like this…" Sylvanas whined as her head squeezed through the narrow sphincter into much roomier fleshy chamber, which could be nothing but the worgen's stomach. A powerful acrid smell assaulted her nostrils before her face dipped into the pool of caustic gastric juices on the bottom of the cavernous fleshy sack. Dawn purred and put one of her hands onto her swelling furry belly, feeling, how her stomach was easily stretching to fit more and more of the squirming prey's body. She bothered to pull off Sylvanas' boots though, tossing them aside and giving the elf's wiggling feet a bunch of greedy licks, savoring the last bits of her wonderful flavor before snapping her jaws shut and making the final big gulp, sending the prey all the way down her gullet. Sylvanas moaned and huffed as powerful gullet muscles roughly crammed her into the pred's tight gastric sack, so the worgen's belly became big, round and heavy. As if that wasn't enough, Dawn let out a hearty belch, making her stomach shrink even tighter around Sylvanas, barely leaving her any room to move, not speaking about struggling. The worgen put both hands of hers onto her engorged gut, running her fingertips against the strained furry hide, letting out a content sigh as she felt the elf weakly squirm and wriggle inside her belly.

"See? It doesn't really matter who you are – my gut will treat you the same way as others – as a nutrient chunk of delicious meat…" Dawn crooned sassily, patting her belly a few times and chuckling as she heard Sylvanas cursing her, her friends and family with the dirtiest words she knew. The elf could feel her clothes getting soaked with those gastric juices, which then coated her skin with a thick layer of slime and gave her a disturbing itching feeling, which was only getting stronger over time. "Let me out of here, you, moron! My guards will catch and gut you out!" She yelled, but only barely audible moans could be heard outside. "Your guards will be sent down my gullet as well as yourself, darling, not more and not less…" Dawn mused mockingly, feeling a bit anxious though since Sylvanas was right about her fate if she gets caught. She opened the window and made sure there was no one around before pouncing out on the ground. She gasped and moaned in pain since landing on the ground from the third floor did hurt by itself, leave alone landing with her belly, stuffed with a living prey which was a half of her own size.

It took Dawn a few seconds to recover before she started moving again, pressing her back against the walls of the buildings, sticking to the shadows and trying her best to stay unnoticed. Luckily, Sylvanas was disoriented and dizzy after that landing too – after all the weight of falling worgen's body hit her really hard, so she kept relatively silent, only moaning and stretching Dawn's gut a bit from the inside sometimes. "Wait, what is that? Looks like a huge wolf footprint to me…" Dawn heard the confused guard's voice from behind. "Oh, shit…" She murmured, dashing towards the nearest bastion in the wall. Of course, her paws made noticeable dents in the ground after lading, and her stuffed gut made climbing on the wall impossible, so she had to run fast, if she wanted to live… She got into the bastion and immediately faced the guard, who couldn't even make a sound as the worgen grabbed him by his head and smashed it against the wall, knocking the elf out immediately and tossing him behind the boxes under the stairs. She ran upstairs, breathing deep and fast as carrying an elf inside her stomach was quite exhausting, but she managed to get on the wall in just a few seconds. Then she pounced onto the nearest tree, moaning in pain as such acrobatic exercises with a full stomach hurt her abdomen again, hopping on the branch below again and again, until her feet finally touched the ground and she vanished in the forest.

Worgen girl was running on all fours, faster than any mount could. Sometimes her stuffed belly was hit against a tree root, making Sylvanas hiss and squirm inside Dawn's stomach more and more intensively. "Ouch! Stop… this… bullshit… you will get… caught… anyway!" She yelled, kicking and punching the worgen's stomach from the inside, making Dawn moan. First Sylvanas got inspired as she thought that her struggles were hurting the predator, but after Dawn stopped and leaned against the tree trunk, wrapping her arm around her belly and starting to shamelessly paw herself, the elf realized, how much mistaken she was. "Are you… shlicking out there?!" She asked in a mixture of shock, disgust and anger. "M-mph, yes… What did you expect me to do when you knead my belly so nicely…" Dawn moaned, speeding up as outraged Sylvanas started kicking and punching her stomach wall with double pace now. "How do you like this, bitch?!" Sylvanas asked in fury. "Oh… ah… huff… Gosh… I'm gonna… n-ngh… cum…" Dawn moaned louder and louder, getting closer and closer to her orgasm with every punch of Sylvanas', until she finally came, letting a few spurts of smelly femcum on the grass before sitting down on the ground, resting her back against the tree trunk and desperately trying to catch her breath with a blissful smile on her muzzle.

"M-mph, I liked… no, I loved that a lot, darling. Hope you will keep struggling for me until my gut turns you into sludge…" Dawn mused, rubbing her belly tenderly and even giving it a teasing smooch. Sylvanas was close to crying from despair – it seemed like whatever she did was only pleasing the kinky elf-eating monster more and more. The itch all over her body was gradually turning into burning as her skin started slowly but surely give up to the acids and reveal bare flesh. "My… My guards will find you and…" She started speaking in a trembling voice, but was immediately interrupted by Dawn. "I'm five miles away from Undercity already, no one will ever find me now, and no one will save you from your fate, meat…" The worgen crooned mockingly before rising back on her paws and continuing her way to the monastery, keeping smiling and huffing happily as Sylvanas' struggles only got harder after her words, keeping the pred wet and excited about having her second course soon. She couldn't wait to see Sylvanas and Sally both trapped inside her stomach at once – taking into account how much these two hated each other – it should be an unforgettable experience for her, as well as for them…

Getting in the monastery was far easier than into Undercity – after all it was much smaller and had no walls or other serious fortifications around it, besides the stone cathedral itself, of course. The fact Dawn arrived there late at night benefited her either – the dim light from torches left most of the monastery territory in darkness, and avoiding the priests and guards was a child play for her, even with a giant twitching gut, full of thrashing Banshee Queen. Two guards, standing next to the door with halberds, could give Dawn some troubles though. Luckily for Dawn, it was the shift time, so one of the guards started walking to the barracks. She used a good old rogue trick, picking up a pebble and throwing it in the bushes, drawing the second guard's attention. "Who's there?" He asked anxiously, grabbing his halberd and moving the bush. Dawn, meanwhile, sneaked behind his back and quickly ran through the empty hall on all fours, getting deeper into the monastery. The worgen's steps were silent outdoors, when she walked on the soft ground, but now her claws were audibly clacking against the marble floor, so she bothered to rip off a rag which left of her torn shirt and tore it in halves, wrapping the cloth around her paws to muffle her steps.

Sylvanas, meanwhile, didn't feel too comfortable in the worgen's messy stomach as Dawn was bending up and down again and again, squeezing the unfortunate elf with her flesh really tight. "For God sake stop that!" She yelled, kicking Dawn's stomach walls a few times, making the worgen wince. "BUR-R-RP!!!" A relatively small belch which escaped from her maw sounded like thunder in the stone halls, not only making her belly shrink and immobilize Sylvanas, but also drawing lots of unnecessary attention from priests and guards around. "Settle down already, stupid bitch, if you don't want me to start breaking your bones!" Dawn hissed angrily, punching her gut a few times and making Sylvanas whine inside as her skin popped here and there, making her body hurt not only from the strikes, but also from the burning acids. After the elf calmed down, the worgen continued her dangerous escapade, sneaking through the empty corridors and hiding beneath the columns, statues and pedestals with trophies as the rare curious monastery dwellers passed by, wondering where that nasty sound came from. Finally, Dawn tumbled into the Crusader's Chapel, where Sally was alone late at night, just as the cunning worgen planned…

Dawn knew that Sally, also known as High Inquisitor Whitemane, was a mighty sorceress, so she prepared a special trick for her. The worgen wore a big bag with a long strap which she used to keep the most important stuff and spare clothes of hers in case of spontaneous transformation like tonight. Before the enemy even turned around to face her, the worgen girl picked up a small glass vial from the bag. She tossed the vial under Sally's feet and a cloud of purple gas with intoxicating aroma surrounded the Inquisitor, filling up her lungs and then blood with a substance which blocked her magic abilities for a few hours completely. Sally coughed a few times, waving her hand in front of her face to get rid of the gas and see who broke into her chapel. "What? A fat and stinky worgen?! How dare you to enter these sacred halls?!" She yelled angrily, grabbing her massive staff and swinging it towards Dawn, intending to turn her into ashes before she could even bark, and to be honest – it was the moment when Dawn got really scared, since that potion might cost her a fortune, but still be not enough to completely block the powers of someone that mighty. Luckily, it worked just as she hoped, and the swing of the staff remained just the swing of the staff, confusing Sally.

"What's wrong, dear? Your magic stick doesn't work?" Dawn mused mockingly, walking towards Sally intentionally slowly, enjoying the look of confusion turning into fear on the inquisitor's face with every swing of her staff which did absolutely nothing. "W-what have you done to me?! D-don't get any closer, or else…" She babbled, trying to poke Dawn's belly with her staff. "Or else what?" The worgen asked sassily, grabbing Sally's staff and looking with a devious smirk, how she desperately tried to pull it out of her grip. "You're nothing but a human now, darling, little helpless human, meant to be food for superior creatures like me…" Dawn purred, savoring the look of terror on Sally's face, feeling, how her mouth watered despite her gut was already full of living prey. Her words pissed Sally off though – despite being scared as hell, she still was a fanatic, feared by both the Horde and the Alliance for a reason. "Superior creatures? You call your dirty, furry, greasy and musky self superior?! I don't need any magic to prove you're wrong, dog-meat…" Sally groaned angrily, releasing her staff and punching Dawn's snout barehanded, catching her off-guard. Of course, she didn't hurt anything, but her own knuckles and the worgen's pride, but the last was really bad for her…

"Oh, really…" Dawn groaned angrily, narrowing her eyes and giving Sally a slap in her face. Just a slap, not even touching the human with her razor-sharp claws. The blow was so strong that it almost broke Sally's neck, knocking her down on the floor. The inquisitor was dazed and disoriented, shaking her head and trying to realize what did happen to her. "Still think you are superior?" The worgen asked in an ominous voice, grabbing Sally by her hair and lifting her up, making her scream in pain and grab the pred's wrist, trying to put most of the weight to her arms instead of her hair. The pain was really sobering, making Whitemane finally look closely at the worgen's fat belly and notice, that there was something, or, better say, someone moving inside it… "Let me show you your place in the food chain then, arrogant bitch…" Dawn growled, ripping Sally's dress and shoes off and giving her a long teasing lick across her entire torso, paying special attention to her crotch and bare breasts, moaning a bit as their flavor was simply divine. Sally finally realized that the worgen wasn't fooling around and intended to eat her by real!

"N-no… No way… I won't let you devour me like that poor soul, you, monster!" She yelled, trying to pull her hair out of the worgen's grip, but it was absolutely no use. "Who said you have an option, human-meat?" Dawn crooned sassily, opening her maw intentionally slowly and wide, letting Sally see the dark rippling tunnel of the predator's throat before lowering her feet into it, giving the prey's soles and toes a few teasing licks before making the first greedy gulp, dragging her legs in up to the knees. "No! This can't be happening!" She screamed, trying to pull her legs out of the worgen's throat, but every movement of hers only got her deeper and deeper inside. Dawn couldn't help but purred, enjoying her prey's terror as well as her flavor, running her tongue all over the bare skin of Sally's, taking her time to swallow down her thighs inch by inch, not fearing to be interrupted as much as in Undercity. "P-please… don't…" Sally whined, releasing the worgen's wrist and trying to push her maw away with her hands. She managed to slow down her descent, but it didn't seem like Dawn mind that since her tongue now assaulted Sally's pussy under her panties, making the inquisitor moan in lust and her arms tremble treacherously.

"S-stop that, you, pervert!" Sally whined and regretted about that soon, since Dawn obeyed and put her big furry paw onto Sally's head, tenderly rubbing it before starting to push it down. The crying human's hands slipped into the worgen's throat and got pinned to her sides immediately, leaving Sally no chance to escape. The predator's powerful gullet muscles were throbbing around the prey's body, kneading it in a really pleasant way every time Dawn made a gulp, stimulating the human's private parts and making her moan in lust even if she didn't want to. Soon her feet squeezed into the worgen's stomach, followed by her shins and then thighs. Of course, partially digested Sylvanas wasn't happy with her tight prison of flesh getting even tighter as another struggling prey was crammed into it, but what could she do against it? She was too weak by this moment to put any serious struggle and just punched Dawn's stomach walls a few times, only adding to her pleasure and making her pussy moisten again. But the worgen managed to control her lust this time and made a few more big gulps, closing her maw as soon as Sally's head vanished in her throat and sending the arrogant inquisitor all the way down her gullet.

Dawn let out another hearty belch, making her belly shrink and squeeze Sally against Sylvanas tightly. She picked the inquisitor's staff from the floor and put in her bag together with Sylvanas' bow – she would need some worthy proves of her victory after all… "I… I can't believe that is real…" The inquisitor babbled, hearing those ominous corporal sounds around her, feeling how the pred's belly was swaying from side to side with every step the worgen made, sneaking back out from the monastery. It was dark inside, so she couldn't see, who was her partner in doom. "Well, trust me, it is…" Sylvanas snorted, already more or less embracing her fate. "I… Your voice sounds familiar to me…" Sally murmured thoughtfully. "Of course, it does, I am Sylvanas Windrunner, the Horde leader after all!" The elf replied arrogantly. "YOU?! Long-eared moron who terrorizes innocent people?! I, High Inquisitor Whitemane, will teach you a good lesson!" Sally groaned angrily, starting to fight with Sylvanas without any back thought, even though in their situation cooperating to get out of the worgen's deadly gut would be far more reasonable strategy. "Terrorizing innocent people? Such a hypocrisy of you to say that, crazy fanatic!" Sylvanas groaned, not going to give up and doubling the struggles inside the worgen's stomach. "O-oh, bloody hell, yes… squirm… squirm for me, my tasty morsels…" Dawn moaned, trying to be as quiet as she could, even though her overfilled belly was groaning and gurgling like crazy and the noise the elf and the human she ate made could be heard even though her flesh, skin and fur.

Walking around with that massive gut was quite tricky, yet in past Dawn ate three and even four preys at once, so it wasn't a big deal. Seeing the guards next to the gate she sighed and got as close to them as she could before pouncing at them, grabbing their heads in her hands and smashing them against each other, knocking them out and probably crushing their skulls. She didn't give a shit about their lives – all she cared about now was carrying her big gut somewhere deep in the woods, where she would be able to enjoy it as much as she deserves… Avoiding the light spots of the torches, she left the monastery territory and vanished in the tall grass, getting on all fours to run faster again, trying her best not to grind her gut against the ground yet sometimes that still happened since it was just too big. "Stop that shaking! You don't let me hit that bitch!" Sally yelled at Dawn, getting interrupted by a punch to her jaw from Sylvanas. Dawn only chuckled – dealing with crazy fanatics always was fun for her. Finally, she found a good place for some rest and laid on the soft mossy bump, spreading her legs wide and letting her big gut sag between them freely. The preys' struggles inside her intensified, making the worgen moan in lust and paw herself even fiercer than before.

All that movement and additional stimulation made her digestion speed up, and after a few blissful orgasms the squirming inside her stomach finally stopped. Sally and Sylvanas kept struggling even when their bodies started falling apart and turning into nutrient soup of meat and bones, until their internals fell out into the acidic mess around and they passed away. "N-ngh, h-heck, I will never get tired of this…" Dawn moaned like a kinky slut, letting out another spurt of femcum on the ground before leaning back on the moss with a blissful smile on her face, lazily rubbing her gradually shrinking belly with the other hand of hers. Her breasts and thighs got some noticeable improvements as all the nutrients of the elf and the human were consumed by her magnificent body, making it even stronger and sexier. Finally, when the sun raise, all organic contents of Dawn's stomach were completely gone, and parts of Sylvanas' armor and Sally's clothes were squeezed into a tight bumpy ball, bulging through the worgen's abdomen. Dawn rolled on all fours and arched her back, letting out a thunderous belch and spitting out all those remains on the ground. The metal parts were shining, cleaned by acids, and the cloth was soaked with blood and nasty sludge, reminding of the horrid death of those two eaten by the worgen.

 "Well, I guess now everyone would want me in their party…" Dawn chuckled, turning back into her human form and putting on her spare clothes before picking up Sylvanas' and Sally's clothes she belched out and putting them in her bag. "Oh, what's that?" She asked curiously, looking at a couple of panties laying on the grass among that mess of her drool and stomach contents. It wasn't too hard to understand which ones belonged to whom, Sylvanas' ones were black with a bunch of small shiny emeralds on them and Sally's ones were white with translucent crystals on them, symbolizing that purity she and her people were fighting for. "My-my, I think I will save these two as personal trophies for myself…" She added with a nasty giggle, picking the elf's and the human's panties up and spinning them on her finger, enjoying the look of morning sun rays sparkling on the crystals before putting them in the inner pocked and starting her way back to the town.

Worgen's Venture
By: RedNastyFox
For: coldwar368
December 25, 2020