Random Vore- Skyrim- Silver Hand Fail

(Digestion warning)

I bolted awake suddenly, breathing heavily. My mind was fuzzy, and I was having trouble remembering what had happened. Last thing I remember, I was in a small room under the Companions' Sky Forge with two of the other Companions…but I can't remember their names. One was human, or at least looked it, and the other…a beast…a monster…a werewolf. I can't really remember our conversation, but it involved drinking the blood of a werewolf…and becoming one. For some reason, I accepted. The werewolf's wrist was cut, its blood pouring into a large stone basin. I dipped my head down and drank…that was when my mind went fuzzy.

I sighed, unable to remember anything else, and looked around. It was a small, metal cage. Like a prison cell. The only light came from a small candle, right past the cage doors. Beside me was a small hay pile, probably for sleeping. I tried to stand, but heard the jingle of chains, looked at my hands and feet, and found myself chained to the wall. I tugged at them and tried to break them, but to no avail. I looked at myself and found that my clothes were torn. All my items were gone as well. Soon I heard people approaching, laughing and talking as they got closer.

I stopped rattling the chains as three men stepped into view. They looked like shadows in the candle-light, but I could tell they were human. They also looked like bandits…at first. After taking a closer look, I could see they were all wearing the same uniforms. They were obviously a guild of some sort. They were talking quietly, so I couldn't tell what they were saying, but I knew it was about me.

After they finished talking, the tallest one opened the cell door and walked in. Before I could say anything, he bound a cloth around my mouth, keeping me from talking as he undid the chains and pushed me out of the cell, onto the floor. The other two men grabbed my arms tightly and pulled me up. I struggled, but was too tired to get away. The tallest, which I suspected to be the leader, walked down one of the halls, the two men following as they dragged me along.

Soon, we reached a small room at the end of the hall. It was practically empty, besides a few candles. The two men roughly threw me to the ground and unsheathed their swords. They had the swords at the ready in case I moved. The leader gripped the front of my shirt tightly and smirked at me. He said something about the 'Silver Hand' and 'werewolves', though I couldn't concentrate because I felt odd and dizzy.

The leader saw I wasn't paying attention, so he threw me back onto the ground and walked over to the other men. While they spoke, I writhed on the ground in pain as my form began to change. I began to grow larger as dark fur covered my body, replacing my clothing and other fur as well. My Khajiit tail became bushier and longer, as well as turning to my fur color. My fingernails sharpened, turning into claws as my head began to change as well. A snout formed, sharp teeth forming inside my large maw. I tore any bindings still holding apart as if they were paper. I stood and growled at the three men as instincts took over.

The men heard my growling and turned around quickly, pulling out their weapons. Though, they weren't fast enough. I knocked two of them down, though the leader managed to avoid my attack and escaped out of the room. I threw one of the two remaining men into the wall, knocking him out. The other attempted to get away, but I pounced on him quickly, pinning him to the ground. As I was about to end him, I stopped, much to his surprise, and sniffed him. He smelled delicious to me in my werewolf form. I heard my stomach growl, and instincts took control again.

I gently licked his head, coating it thoroughly with saliva. The man blushed slightly as he felt the warmth inside of my maw, yet he started struggling when I put my maw over his head. Since I had already coated his head with saliva, I swallowed, sending the head into my throat. I pushed his shoulders into my maw with one hand and rubbed the bulge in my neck with my other hand. I coated his shoulders with saliva as well and continued swallowing. I pushed him farther in as my throat gently massaged him down towards my stomach, which was gurgling and bubbling with anticipation of its living and wriggling meal.

I smiled, feeling my meal squirming in my throat. Little did he know, it just made him slide to his end even faster. When I had reached his feet, I gently pulled them into my mouth and took a longer time coating them with saliva. After a while, I swallowed his feet and watched as the bulge he made went from my neck to my stomach, which expanded to fit him.

Meanwhile, my prey landed in my stomach and started pounding on the walls of it, which made a chill go through my spine, as it felt like a massage. Stomach acid rose around my meal as he began to panic, trying to get out, but to no avail. I was about to find a spot to curl up and sleep, but I saw the other man, the one I had knocked out earlier. He was still out cold, so I made my way over.

When I reached him, I patted my belly happily, determining I still had room. I picked him up and began swallowing him as well, but faster. I didn't feel like him waking up and attacking me. Soon, I had swallowed him completely and looked at my stomach, which had doubled in size now. It was nearly touching the ground in fact. Despite my large stomach, I still wanted more. I then remembered the tall leader. 'He will make a good meal…' I thought as I followed his scent trail as fast as I could with a stomach about as big as me.

Soon, I came across him. He was facing the other direction, looking for a way out. I came behind him quietly, and then pushed him down. Before he could react, I fell on top of him, pinning him under the weight of my stomach. I took my time getting into a comfortable position, after all, it would take a bit to swallow him, giving how full my stomach was and how tall he was. I covered his head with my maw and went to work.

After a while, I finally managed to swallow the feet of my very resistant prey. He had nearly escaped once, but I had easily pulled him back into my maw. I had spent plenty of time enjoying my delicious meal. I let out a fairly loud burp as my prey wriggled bout in my stomach. I looked at my very large stomach and licked it happily. I went to a nearby corner and curled up comfortably as I felt the struggles grow more frantic. All three of them were awake as the stomach acids rose around them.

I licked my maw one last time before drifting off to sleep. I knew that when I woke up, I would not only be in my Khajiit form again, but my stomach will have returned to its normal size as well. Maybe I would be lucky enough to have some unsuspecting prey capture me again. Who knows? Oh well, we'll just have to wait and see…