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Zella smirked, the tinies before her nameless. The Halloween party had proved to be the perfect place to hunt for tinies after her duties guarding the portal had ended. In fact, she was swapping to a different portal rotation soon, which would, at the very least, spice up her hunting grounds.
The draenei’s tail languidly curled back and forth, crouched down with her chin on the edge of a long table. The cheers of the crowd bounced off her, but she ignored them, the rope travelling down her throat into her stomach as another struggling tiny approached her lips.
“No – no! Heave! Pull! C’mon, girls! You gotta…”
But the elf, who was mere feet away from her open lips, wasn’t in any kind of position to waste her breath. The tug-o-vore competition was in full swing where a team of twenty tinies went up against Zella. It may have been a fairer fight with Zella being sixty-five-feet-tall while the tinies evened the score, considering the draenei was not allowed to use her hands or tail either. Even her tendrils were banned. But Zella knew she didn’t need to use any of those things to defeat the tinies and send every last one of them disappearing down her throat, never to be seen again…
The elf fought as Zella swallowed the rope, feeding more and more of it down her throat. The weight of the tinies bound to it at the bottom stopped it from simply being pulled back out of her lips between swallows, but Zella had to admit she was playing it all up for the attention of the drunk, happy crowd.
“Tug-o-vore! Tug-o-vore! Tug-o-vore!”
The crowd took up the chant, giantesses sloshing colourful, Halloween-themed drinks everywhere. They didn’t have to worry about the party cleanup later on, but the games were the main event of the night.
The elf struggled, letting go of the rope as Zella swallowed again. The tinies frequenting the starter-level portal worlds, what they got access to after the easier, first-time zones, all knew about Zella – if they survived. Hanging out in a group did not prevent them from being targeted by the giantess, however, whether Zella was on guard duty or not, but they’d managed to skirt around her so far.
But that didn’t stop the elf from being pulled, ultimately, into the draenei’s gaping mouth, a frenzied, needy sheen in Zella’s eyes. The draenei’s lips gaped wider and wider, showing off the pink spill of her tongue, the doom that lay within.
“Nooooo!”
That was the last sound the elf ever made as Zella swallowed and pulled her forward, the rope dragging the elf into her mouth where she could not untie it from her waist. The tinies behind her all grabbed on to the rope and pulled back as hard as they could, but they were barely even keeping it somewhat level. There was only one end waiting for them, but it would not be a like a tiny at a party to simply accept their fate like that.
No… They had to fight, to play the game, to believe they were going to win and get out of it, one way or another. Even if the odds were stacked against them, they would always fight, which was perhaps why giantesses got such a kick out of hunting them.
The orange ribbon slipped over her lips as Zella hummed, playing with the elf in her mouth. She screamed and flailed, twisting and trying to fight her fate, but Zella was already making a performance of devouring her. The moment she had the poor elf in her mouth, she could swallow again and push her insistently to the back of her mouth with her tongue, which was acceptable to help her win the game of tug-o-vore.
Giantesses crowded around, some of them signing up to be next. Zella was even vaguely aware of other tinies grouping up, drunk and claiming they could defeat any giantess in tug-o-vore. It was funny how just a little alcohol softened and crumbled what people may have thought were rock-hard inhibitions.
And it was only good for Zella as she swallowed the elf, relishing in how intensely she thrashed, fighting her devouring. The little limbs flung out against her throat even as the elf disappeared, a sensual bulge of food finding its way down to her stomach, but she didn’t care. The fight made it better for her. In fact, Zella couldn’t even remember the last time she’d eaten a truly willing partner… Maybe it counted if the tiny in question was inebriated?
“Pull harder!”
The next tiny in line, a draenei with pink skin, sweated and panicked. Wearing a short, pale blue dress that hitched up around her hips, she was not dressed well for such an event, but that was her fate to deal with. The rope pulled taut at her waist and she huffed, cheeks darkening with a flush of blood while she strained with all her might.
The draenei’s mouth, however, gaped: the kind of tunnel she’d never want to walk down. The giantess’ tongue even pushed gently over her lower lip, like it was inviting her into that mouth, but the tiny fought, muscles straining. She had to do it, had to fight back – but not for the prize of winning the game, after all that.
And then there was a sharp pull at her waist and she was sent stumbling forward, the orange rope yanking her against the draenei’s lips. Against her will, the tiny draenei shrieked and tumbled straight into the giantess’ mouth, her stomach dropping while that tongue curled swiftly around her. It pulled her straight into the giantess’ mouth, the lips closing a little more behind her, but the guard had already shown just how she could swallow tinies open-mouthed whenever she pleased.
It happened in a rush, fear clawing at her heart as her stomach lurched. She’d forgotten she was wearing a body camera, but it ceased to matter as she gave her last live stream on her den profile, showing her viewers the push of the giantess’ tongue and how everything devolved into intimate blackness at the back of her mouth.
“Oh no…”
She whispered, though the draenei already knew she was gone. With a wet gulp, the elf found herself, a passive player in her own life, tumbling down the giantess’ throat as she ended up just another tiny claimed. The constriction pulled around her briefly, but the guard clearly had eaten more than enough tinies to know how to send them easily down on a one-way trip to her stomach.
A Norr giantess of eighty-feet smirked and leaned back against the wall, sending a drone-camera in to record the scene. Zella was good at what she did and she wasn’t going to stop her from having fun, even if she was becoming a little too well-known for devastating tinies around the portal safe zones. She played within the rules…but only barely. It was kind of hot.
“Hm…”
She watched the feed from the drone-camera lazily, sipping her blue cocktail as it fizzed and tingled prettily on her lips. It was a good view, the small drone-camera sized for a tiny so it wouldn’t be obtrusive, though the Norr was careful to hover it out of reach of any exuberant giantesses watching the show.
As she watched, tiny after tiny was devoured before her eyes. The gleam of glassy fear in their eyes was intoxicating to watch and she licked her lips, watching as a human was pulled into Zella’s mouth. The draenei seemed to be getting rather good at timing it just right so tinies were yanked forward against her lower lip – which tripped them straight into her mouth.
“What a huntress…”
The Norr murmured her appreciation, leaning back a little more as she brought her drink to her lips, the level of fluid in the glass going down more and more. Yet she was nowhere near intoxicated yet and didn’t intend to be when there was so much at the party for her to catch on camera.
Instead, she watched intently as Zella swallowed a human, their heels kicking up for a moment as she closed her lips triumphantly on them. She sucked them instantly into her mouth and gulped hard, the orange rope sliding further down her throat still as the tiny was dragged to the back of her mouth. Yet the Norr’s eyes were on the bulge of the human in Zella’s throat, like the draenei was putting on a sexy yet sensual show all for her. That was, at least, how she would imagine it as she played back the clip for herself in days to come, repeating the clips of the tinies becoming food and the sensual shape of them travelling down Zella’s throat.
Perhaps the Norr should not have been watching the draenei so intensely for so long, but it was hard for her not to pay attention. She was just another Wolfenhammer employee, working on maintaining the portals – so she was often around. She knew how to bend the rules and find the grey areas when she wanted them, but the parties were the rules were twisted so tinies could become toys… Mm, she couldn’t think of anything possibly more perfect than that!
The draenei was simply a work of art, with only five tinies remaining outside her mouth. Wearing a cropped top and a short skirt, her stomach was exposed as she crouched down and even in that position the fighting of squirming tinies in her stomach could be observed. The Norr murmured her appreciation, watching up-close on the camera feed to her communicator as Zella played it all out.
One gulp, tongue leaving a sensual gleam of saliva on her lips, and another human was gone. Another swallow pulled the rope, jarring an elf up against her lips. But Zella didn’t pause in the slightest, the faintest of smirks on her lips as she claimed the elf for her own too and gulped loudly, wetly. The Norr shivered, though she was far from the only one turned on by the carnal scene. Tinies were food, yes…but they could be fun toys to play with too. That was just why the games were set up like that for them.
The recording, to be fair, was more for the Norr than her Den feed, but she didn’t mind. She was just there to enjoy the show, recording every moment of the draenei’s lips parting, her throat working to swallow the tinies.
Two humans remained, red-faced and fighting their fate, though they surely had to know there was nothing they could do against someone was determined as Zella. She simply was not to be stopped, even as the tinies shouted.
“C’mon, we yield! We give up!”
But there was no “giving up” when it came to tug-o-vore and Zella’s eyes sparkled wickedly, relishing in the devouring. She was the predator there, the hunter who got to toy with her spoils before claiming them completely, and she gulped hard, forcing both of them to stumble up against her lips at once with the sheer force of it. With that, her tongue slurped around them, but it was really a short, sharp push of her head, only a little forward, that sent them tumbling into her mouth.
“Mmm…”
Zella played it all up as she sucked around the tinies in her mouth, the humans flavourful but, really, it was all about the hunt for her, the performance of it. She could show off and let everyone know she was more than just a guard, though she wouldn’t shrug off her role at Wolfenhammer anytime soon. There were richer spoils ahead for Zella – and that kind of thing was something the draenei could only take on with a full, squirming stomach. Tinies really were the best thing to eat… It was only a “shame” she had to eat so many of them to feel satisfied.
And then the tinies were gone, Zella standing triumphantly as she ate the tinies, a large bulge travelling down her throat with a more muted gulp that time. The rope too was all gone, but that wasn’t something that would harm her at all, not as twenty tinies – plus the ones she’d eaten earlier at that party – all jostled and bumped up against one another in her stomach, fighting for room.
In tug-o-vore, only the giantess ever won…