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A young girl's life in the land of Viralon, home to a tribe of centaurs. Please add
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Chapter #3

It’s snack time

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Fiona gazed fearfully at the now giant centaur, wondering what was in store for her. She soon found out when the centaur licked her lips and slowly started bring the shrunken human to her opening mouth. “Oh Gods no! Please don’t eat me, I beg you!” Fiona screamed.

The centaur paid her no heed. Her tongue emerged out of the wet cavern and licked the human, savoring the exquisite flavor. “Please. I’m worth more to you out of your stomach. I’ll be your servant, anything!” Fiona pleaded.

“Sorry lass, I already have three slaves to please me. A fourth is just too much to handle right now.” Iolande said sympathetically before pushing the human into her mouth.

Fiona screamed and cried, but nothing helped her as the centaur’s tongue writhed beneath her, tossing her about the cave-like maw she was now trapped in. For a few moments this went on, when everything stilled Fiona knew what was coming next. Without warning the centaur leaned her head back, letting Fiona slip down her tongue towards her waiting throat. Fiona scrambled madly up the tongue, or at least tried to, but the centaur’s saliva was too slippery for her. She felt the throat muscles grabbing her feet and pulling her down. With one last plea for mercy she was swallowed.


Iolande traced her snack’s decent with her fingers until the bulge went down past her chest. “Enjoy your stay within me human. And good luck in the afterlife.” She said as she headed to her bedroom.

Inside Iolande, Fiona soon fell into the centaur’s stomach. She knew there was nothing she could do now. She just sat there, crying for what she had lost, and awaited the end.

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1. The End

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2. Not yet! Continue as Iolande

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3. Continue as another human

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