Emerald's Thanksgiving Feast (Patreon Exclusive) (Patreon)

Featuring my character Emerald: https://toyhou.se/17899839.emerald

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“There we go.  The perfect centerpiece for my meal. . .”

The possum places you gently at the center of the table, on top of an extravagant platter.  When you land on it, you feel gravy underneath your body, pressing up against you and likely adding to your already excellent flavor.  Fuck, can this day get any better?

Emerald invited you to be her Thanksgiving dinner just a few days ago, and it was clear that she was shy about it.  But you had been eyeing her for a long time now, and readily accepted being her dinner.  “Oh, goodie!” she had exclaimed, practically jumping up and down with excitement.  “Then I’ll get the preparations ready. . . You’re going to make such a good addition to my table!”

And so here you are, your limbs bound up behind your back, watching the possum put food on her plate before the main course.  Her skeletal head opens wide as she takes in sweet potatoes, corn, and turkey, her antlers bobbing as she eats.

“Mmmm,” Emerald says, licking her lips and she scarfs down food.  “This is delicious. . .”  Then she catches your eye, and smiles.  “But not as delicious as you’re going to be.”

Her words make you shiver, and she gives you a wink.  Then, she takes the last few bites of her appetizer, and reaches for you.  “Let’s send you down the hatch, meal.”

You are brought before the possum’s maw, and she opens wide, putting a drool-filled mouth on full display.  Saliva runs down her tongue and teeth, and behind it all looms her throat, which leads to the destination you want most of all. . .

Emerald slurps you in, clamping her jaw around your delicious head, and her tongue laps you up like a piece of candy, licking you all over with eager readiness.  She spares no part of you, and all of you is intensely bathed in spit as she savors her meal, letting out a, “Mmmm!” of satisfaction as she does so.  You smile as she gobbles you up--if there’s one thing you’re thankful for this year, it’s that you can be eaten like this.

Then, your head is pulled out of her mouth, and Emerald looks at you.  “You taste amazing,” she pants, smiling.  “Sure you want to do this?”

You nod, and her grin gets wider.  “Good.  Then off you go~!”

She shoves you back inside of her mouth, and with a /gulp/, your head is forced down her throat, constricted on all sides by tight, cylindrical muscle.  You can barely move in here, but you manage a smile, loving the feeling of your neck and back being covered in spit as the possum licks them up.  This is what you were made to be: a meal, nothing more and nothing less.

Her throat becomes your world for a while as Emerald swallows down your body, licking and slurping as she does so.  You can feel her jaw stretch to fit your form as more and more of you is emptied inside of her, and love the feeling of being such a big feast for her.  You’re making such good food for the possum. . .

And then, you finally land in the place where all food goes.  Your head pops into a more open space, and you hear grunts and growls all around you.  Immediately, you realize you’re in her stomach, and you wriggle back and forth, eager for all of you to be inside.

Emerald must notice your anticipation, because she starts swallowing you faster, dumping you down into her eager belly.  You are forced against slimy, dripping walls and a floor still covered with food--you’re just another part of her dinner, after all.  She gulps you down quickly, and before you know it, only your feet are left for the possum to eat.

She licks at them, teasing you for a brief moment, then swallows them down too.  A moment later, they join you inside the stomach, and you curl up inside, feeling completely content.  Your presence has stretched out her gut, making a bulge that’s visible from the outside.

“Mmm,” Emerald says, her voice muffled thanks to the thick belly walls.  “You were delicious, cutie.  Now, just stay in there for a bit--I want to feel my feast fill me up for a few hours.  Then we’ll see what I want to do with you. . .”

You nod, and close your eyes.  In this place, you are completely content, as your dormant fantasies have finally been achieved.  A moment later, you fall asleep, at peace.