Sandy's legs felt heavy, but she dutifully pounded onwards as she jogged through the park. It was the satisfying, tired weight of a good workout. Beads of sweat dripped down her forehead, and her breath hung in the chill morning air.
She heard the rhythmic clopping of hooves coming from somewhere behind her. Some equestrian was out for a ride! She moved to her right, slightly closer to the edge of the path, to let the horse by. Soon enough, she sense the large body moving in alongside her.
It took her a moment to realize that it wasn't a horse. At least, not entirely.
The female centaur towered over Sandy. She had her hands in her pockets, and it looked like she was chewing something.
It was hard not to feel intimidated. Though the city had many non-human residents, it wasn't often that Sandy got to see a centaur like this up close. That horse body was beautiful, and clearly powerful, with legs that could keep up with Sandy's pace at only a light trot. Sandy considered herself fairly athletic, but she couldn't hope to match something like this creature. Good thing this wasn't a race!
Speaking of which...
"Umm...." Sandy hesitated, not sure how to start.
"Hm?" The centaur looked down at her.
"Um, you don't have to slow down for me," Sandy used a forearm to wipe the sweat from her forehead. "It just, it seems like you're matching my pace and you're not gonna make me feel bad or anything if you leave me in the dust."
"Aww." The centaur's lips curled into a small smirk. "That's really sweet of you, but that isn't why I slowed down."
"Oh? Why did you-- eep!"
Sandy let out a cry of surprise as the centaur grabbed her by the scruff, grasping the material of the light jacket she was wearing. Sandy felt herself lifted easily into the air, her legs still kicking for a moment before she just let them dangle. The centaur brought her up and turned her, so they were face to face.
A pink bubble pushed out from the centaur's mouth. It popped, causing Sandy to flinch, before the centaur's lips pulled the gum back in.
"I just need a quick bit of protein," the centaur said, as she used her tongue to maneuver her gum into the corner of her mouth, between her lips and teeth, to keep it safe.
Sandy swallowed hard as she absorbed the meaning of the centaur's words. She glanced down at that powerful horse body, before her eyes came back up to stare at the centaur's lips. "Um... y-you couldn't p-p-possibly mean...?"
But the centaur was already moving her closer to her open mouth.
Glp. Glllk. Glch.
Haylee tilted her head back as she worked the last of the girl into her gullet. Only the kicking feet of the little morsel were still left on the outside. Haylee hooked two fingers into the girl's running shoes, sliding them off as the feet slipped between her lips. She let the shoes fall to the ground, where they landed on the girl's jacket and sweatpants.
She could feel the little human struggling and squirming, muffled screams and please for help emitting from Haylee's torso. Haylee braced herself, closed her eyes, and swallowed.
The squirming form slid down her upper torso, through the juncture of at the base of her abdomen, and into her lower belly. It bulged outward, her strong muscles forcing the girl into the chamber that would be her new home for the next few days. Her gut squirmed, the occasionally imprint of a hand or other body part pushing out through the thick hide.
Haylee wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then moved into a trot again, leaving the discarded clothing behind. A few other people were staring at her, but she ignored them.
It had been nice to find such a satifying breakfast just waiting for her on her morning walk. Her belly jostled beneath her with each step, and her sharp ears could just pick out the muffled screams of its occupant. She checked her cheek with her tongue, and to her great pleasure, found that the gum was still there: she had managed not to lose it.
Pleased with herself, she pushed the wad of gum to her lips and blew a large bubble as she continued her morning walk. It was a beautiful morning, after all, and she didn't want to waste it.
, size difference
, my art
, female pred
, vore art
, fatal vore
, female prey
, clean vore
, furry vore
, implied digestion
, bulgy belly
, unwilling vore
, centaur pred
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