The Manor of Vore Prey

         I thought it was a simple desire. Others believe it to be a horrible perversion of the human mind. It's hard to explain, yet even as a younger child I've experienced this feeling. Was it a want? Or is it more of a need? I kept it quiet for so long, swallowing the truth to the pit of my stomach. "Stomach"... that is the root of my "problem." I just kept it quiet for so long. Would people understand? It couldn't stay hidden forever; the dreams were becoming more vivid and the urges becoming irresistible. What would people say? I noticed it getting worse. When my pets yawned, I found myself staring down their throats.
         I was surfing the internet when I found something. Something interesting. I read the title to myself, "Paraphilias; more common than you think." I clicked the link and got taken to a list of said paraphilias that told the name and explained them. Then I found it. I had to read the word aloud to make sure it was real. "Vorarephilia..." I read the article in disbelief. My "problem" was actually a real thing! My concealed thoughts raced out. I'm not the only one with these thoughts. My dream, nay, my greatest desire was real! It was then that I noticed an advertisement at the bottom of the article. It read "Live your dream. Be prey for Miss Korona." There was an address. Without thinking, I wrote it down and rushed for the door.
         As I drove towards the address, conflicting thoughts went through my mind, telling me it couldn't be true. However, I did not care. I saw a massive house in the distance, a house no normal sized creature could occupy. I looked down at the paper, then back at the house. The address matched. This house belonged to "Miss Korona"
         I stepped out of my car, half nervous and half excited. With much internal debate, I walked up to the door and knocked three loud knocks. I hear footsteps, loud ones. I was scared of what to expect as the door, which I now noticed it's huge size, opened. There stood a large creature, it's appearance was that of a wolf, but it was bipedal with a human like anatomy. Her long red hair wet and sticking to her white fur. She looked down towards me. The question escaped my mouth without my notice. "Are you Miss Korona?"
         She gave me a nod, at which time I realized she had a towel wrapped around her. She just got out of the shower. Then, she invited me inside. I discussed how and why I found her, she just gave me a pleasant smile. She asked a question that stunned me. "So do you want to be inside me?"
         I gave an unsure nod. She reached down and grabbed me off her silk bed her towel falling to the floor exposing her bare form. She held me up at eye level and licked her lips. She opened her mouth very wide, and her breath made me shake. Her breath wasn't bad, it was just a unique smell. She lowered me into her gaping maw which was dripping with saliva. I was gently placed on her tongue as she closed her mouth. I sat there surprised. I started to be flung about. She was swishing me about, probably enjoying the taste. Finally she tilted her head back and started to slowly gulp me down. With one final swallow, I slipped down her throat and fell into her belly.
         It was... cozy? There isn't really a word to describe it. I heard the gurgling and moaning of her stomach walls. A sting... a stinging pain? My mind finally caught up with me and I realized I was being digested! I started to panic, flailing and screaming I yell, "Korona! Let me out!" I hear her voice boom all around me.
         "Shut up!" She burps. Then says, "but keep moving." I started to feel dizzy, and then I passed out.
         I awoke hours later in my car. I thought I was just dreaming but there was a fairly large note on my chest. I read it.
"Ruka,
         You didn't think I would kill you did you? I do this for anyone who has vorarephilic urges. It just needs to seem real. If you ever want to do this again, you know my address.
                             P.S. You make a great snack
Korona"
         A mild laugh washed over me. I put the paper with the address in the glove box of my car, to use whenever I needed my fix.