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So…close…
Mel huffed, her chest heaving, the woman standing proud in the middle of the arena. Her blonde hair cascaded past her shoulders, though it was a mess and sticking up in all directions atop her head like a rat’s nest. It had been…intense. She hadn’t expected to strip down butt naked during the course of the game show, but she was glad to be left there, as every contestant other than herself had answered questions incorrectly and been knocked out.
Well, they had been forced to leave the competition. When they answered questions incorrectly, a trapdoor opened up beneath every contestant, dropping them into the hungry mouth of a giantess below. All Mel had heard of their demise had been hungry, wet gulps and slurps, the tinies disappearing in a moment as if they had never even been.
“Well done!”
A pink draenei grinned and bounced on her cloven hooves, a microphone hovering in front of her mouth at the perfect distance to elevate her voice. She loomed over the game area, though the “arena” was surrounded by giantesses and, of course, there were plenty of cameras to cast their image to a wider audience still. Den parties always went all out, though Mel was finally at the end of her game show and there was no way she was bowing out after all she’d gone through.
“Mel… Oh, sweet, little Mel.”
The pink draenei leaned down and, reflexively, Mel took a step back. It was pretty much an instinct when it came to being around giantesses, considering just how quickly they could snatch up unsuspecting tinies. She didn’t have to evade a giantess for long if they tried to make a quick meal of her – only long enough for others to at least complain and voice their side, if the Den party and rules were to be adhered to. At least, that was what Mel counted on.
“You’ve made it all the way through, the first tiny in three parties and the Wolfenhammer famous Risk it All game show,” the draenei said into the mic, “but how’d you like the chance to win even more?”
She knew she shouldn’t do it, that it was too much even then with her legs shaking, but Mel’s lips moved before she could take it all back.
“Yes!”
It was one word, a single word. However, it leapt from her lips before she could stop it and that alone sealed Mel’s fate.
“Excellent!”
The draenei made a gesture and the cameras pulled back, showing the human in the frame as the floodlights snapped off.
“One chance…to win it all!”
She flung her arm out wide as, one by one, with a clunk, the lights came back on – only, something was different. Something was very different as the woman left in the contestant’s arena squeaked and tried to stay still, revealed to be standing on a small, circular platform above a giantess. Of course, Rita, the draenei volunteer, had only been too keen to slide in under the arena, though it had been a close fit for her under the arena at one-hundred-feet-tall. The whole set up was designed to hide a giantess under it, of course: the perfect arena to trick new intake tinies into…well…
No one needed that explaining!
“Oh…”
Mel teetered, the small platform not allowing her to move. It was large enough that she could have shifted a little one way or the other, but the draenei’s mouth opened lewdly under her, tongue sweeping up against the underside of the clear platform. It hovered there with no support at all, but that was hardly something she concerned herself with.
“Answer the question correctly and double your winnings! Mel, do you need a moment to get ready?”
“I… Uh…”
Her nerve failed her as the draenei below her smirked and licked the platform, her blue neck tendrils curling tenaciously up around the edge of the platform as if they were going to snatch her up right there and then. She tried to rock back onto her heels, but there was really nowhere for Mel to go, frozen in place while the giantess drooled and slavered hungrily beneath her.
The draenei too knew how to put on a show, even if she was not a giantess Mel had met before. She grunted throatily as she slurped in a long, lewd drag of her tongue against the underside of the platform, letting her desire be on show to everyone. She didn’t have to hold back or hide anything as she swallowed her own saliva, a smirk pulling at her lips. The tiny would be hers soon enough. All she had to do was make it a good performance…
But it all came naturally to Rita as the cameras zoomed in on her open mouth, her eyes glassy with a sheen that hinted at her predatory desires kicking in. She pressed her lips up to the platform, the human’s feet shifting above her, but there was really no way the tiny was going to escape her. She slurped, drawing her tongue slowly against the platform, leaving a smear of saliva in its wake.
She was right where she wanted to be, where she needed to be, grunting and groaning, drooling for her prize. Mel, the human, still had a question to answer.
“Mel… Galaxy to Mel? Are you ready for your final question?”
Mel gulped and nodded, shocking herself to reality.
“Yes… Yes, I think I am.”
Oh, it was wrong. She should have stepped up, she should have taken the money and ran – but her tongue had run away from her all over again.
“Now, Mel…” The draenei host paused for dramatic effect. “What is the best way to seduce a wyvern girl? You have…thirty seconds! Go!”
“Oh… Ah… Um…”
Mel’s head went blank. Of course, she’d been out in the portal worlds and done her bit as a portal diver – that was the whole reason she’d joined Wolfenhammer in the first place. She had seen the wyvern girls, even been with them, but they hadn’t really done all that much, to be honest. They had been kind of slow and sluggish in a way Mel had not expected, so she hadn’t had to do anything special. But that couldn’t be the answer!
“Ah… It’s…”
She tried buying herself time, even if that wasn’t going to help her. She shifted her weight, heart pounding, a blasting ache resonating between her eardrums. It roared dully in her head and she panted, chest juddering sharply as she took a sharp breath.
“Tick-tock, Mel… Time is passing,” the host encouraged her. “The wyvern girls… Of course, this would be before their drugging, as got around. How would you seduce a wyvern girl?”
Drugging? Maybe that was why the wyvern girls had been slow, but that didn’t help Mel. Not if the only reason she’d got near them in the first place had been because the giantesses had been under the influence of something.
“It’s… I could tease them…”
“Oh, no… Mel…” The draenei host clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth in mock sympathy. “No… Keep thinking, you have a few more seconds.”
But Mel’s fate was already matched. Below her, the draenei, Rita, drooled and licked wantonly at the platform, her desires on open view for everyone. The draenei let out a long, low moan and Mel quivered, her body going still and quiet as fear and adrenaline sank in.
She couldn’t do it. No more than a squeak left her lips as she took a shuddering breath that ached through her lungs, watching another of the draenei’s tendrils creep over the edge. It reached as if for her ankle, but pulled back just in time. After all, there were a few seconds left, even if the clock was running out of time.
“Oh, no…”
The host groaned as music played, booming across the arena as the lights turned red.
“I’m afraid our contestant has lost her double or nothing round,” she said, lips twisting, though her sympathy seemed fake. “So sad… But Rita, our resident hungry giantess, will be happy about that! Mel, it’s been a pleasure having you – thanks for playing!”
“Wait – wait! It’s not fair, you can’t – ahhhhhh!”
The platform shivered under her, but Rita didn’t wait for it to disappear, allowing her to reach her prize of the tiny. With permission granted and the tiny doomed, she twisted her neck tendrils happily over the edge of the platform and grabbed Mel by both ankles, yanking her off.
Mel grunted as she landed in a soft mouth, the yielding nature of the tongue under her oddly comforting after everything. Her mind blurred, the world around her easing, but that was just her body and mind accepting what was happening to her. Her mouth opened, but Mel would never know whether or not she screamed again, her heart pounding and a resounding beat echoing through her chest.
“Mmmm…”
Rita was more than ready to put on another show, smirking to the crowd as she stood, so her mouth and the treat of the tiny within it was fully on show. She let her lips move and subtly part as she licked and played with her prize, just showing them the doomed human even if it had the side effect of giving Mel a glimpse of freedom. Yet that freedom would never be hers, even if Mel crawled to the front of Rita’s mouth, striving to reach for those lips that were only destined to snap shut before her.
The draenei’s tendrils twisted and curled in pleasure, winding up against her own lips as if they wanted to claim the tiny all over again. Though the cameras got all the footage they ever could have needed as the finale of the game show was livestreamed across Wolfenhammer and saved for the Den system, though it would surely end up being a pay-to-view clip after the high stakes of that round.
She murmured around the tiny, scooping her tongue around the human, but it was time to end it all. Tipping her head back, Rita allowed the chants of the crowd to eat the tiny wash over her, eyes half-closed in bliss. Her heart surged with the triumph of getting her prize, of distracting the tiny enough that she simply had been going to fail, and she slowly, patiently, swallowed.
Pushing the tiny to the back of her mouth with her tongue, she let gravity do most of the world for her in one long, smooth swallow. Her throat worked, pulling the tiny down into it, though she took her time as much as she could possibly do, her tendrils teasing and gently stroking over the bulge the tiny made. Of course, there was a considerable size difference between them, but that did not always correlate to a smaller bulge when being eaten, as she had put on many shows over many years at Wolfenhammer.
The crowd hollered, stamping feet and hooves alike, uncaring of what race they hailed from. The giantesses were one against the tinies, in the sense of eating them, for some of them still had tiny friends. It just didn’t matter if a tiny disappeared down one of their throats, if they were eaten, for that was merely their natural place in the world.
She was the one who got to relish in the tiny sliding down her throat to her eternal doom, however, taking every second of bliss she could from the experience. Rita moaned, the tendrils finally stroking the bulge at the base of her throat as it disappeared from view, the cheers slowly dying down. Yet she sank into the moment, feeling the negligible weight and sensation of the tiny sliding down to her stomach, resting there lightly.
She played her fingers across her stomach, pressing into her abdomen until she found Mel’s small shape. The human struggled back and forth a little but not as much as others she’d eaten had. Maybe she knew how perfectly she’d lost, that she was nothing more than food for a giantess, and had given in that way.
Either way, “double or nothing” had given Rita everything she could have wanted from the Den party!