This is a story that Soffar, my boyfriend, got for mas as he won it as a prize at What The Fur?

He got Heidi to write it for him. I admit at first, I had doubts about how it would come out for a non vore writer being requested to do such a story.

It actually came out wonderful

Here goes:


Sharing a Bite
A story for J-F


Now that was a great dinner. That was the only thing Soffar could think for a comfortable while, as they left the all-you-can-eat joint. It was a chicken dinner with all the trimmings: the flavours still lingered in his mouth, the barbeque spices hiding between his teeth. Even the coleslaw had been really good, not that Soffar was an herbivorous kind of guy.
He put his paws to his full belly and enjoyed the fresh memory, watching the setting sun flicker through the park's trees. It was shaping up to be a nice evening. Warm breeze ruffled Soffar's fur and feathers, and the sunset gave everything a golden glow, and his enormous dinner companion walked by his side.
"I haven't eaten that well in ages," he told Big Bad Bear. "Thanks for showing me the place! I've flown by it plenty of times and never thought to try the food."
"No problem," BBB said, his voice rumbling above Soffar's head. "I know lots of great places to eat."
"Oh? You eat out a lot?"
"I guess you could call it my hobby."
"Hey, if you're that good at it, it should be your job! Maybe you could be one of those reviewers in the newspaper who gets meals for free, huh?"
A smile tugged the corner of BBB's mouth. "I'll have to look into that. I might just be qualified."

But even through his barbeque-spiced feeling of content, he just couldn't shake the feeling that Big Bad Bear wasn't himself today. He couldn't place why -- BBB hadn't mentioned anything that would get a guy's back up. Soffar sneaked another glance up at his bruin friend. BBB had seemed to enjoy the meal, too -- gulping down an entire chicken at once and licking his fingerpads clean -- but he sure hadn't eaten very much for a guy his size. There was something going on here that Soffar just couldn't place. Something tingling in his gut, like an instinct trying to warn him of ... some kind of trouble. Who knew what that primal stuff was trying to say, anyway?

BBB put an enormous fist to his muzzle and coughed. That was definitely part of the weirdness going on. BBB had been coughing ever since he pushed his empty plate aside, just often enough that Soffar would forget hearing it before another cough grated the air. He hoped the big guy wasn't getting sick. Maybe that was why he wasn't very hungry.
"Hey," Soffar said, peering up at BBB. "Are you okay?"
BBB kept the fist to his mouth for a second, hiding whatever expression he was wearing. He regarded Soffar. And then, low and calm, he said, "Actually, I could use your help."
"Oh? Is something wrong?" Maybe Soffar's instincts actually knew what they were talking about.
"I think something went down the wrong way." BBB cleared his throat, a sound like truck tires on gravel. "Maybe a chicken bone. Would you take a look for me?"
Well, Soffar thought, that explained it. BBB really did gulp his food down like it was going out of style, so it'd be easy for him to get something stuck in there. He hadn't even thought sharp bones could come off a chicken that had been swallowed whole. Dangerous stuff.
"I guess I could have a look," Soffar said. "But I'm not a doctor or anything."
"That's okay," BBB said. A smile was spreading across his muzzle. "I'd just appreciate your help with this."
It certainly was a weight off, knowing that BBB wasn't sick and that it was just a bone Soffar needed to ... He wondered what exactly he needed to do. They had stopped walking at the edge of the quiet park, and now, surrounded by breeze-touched bushes, BBB was facing him and kneeling. His great big muzzle came level with Soffar's head.
"Uh," Soffar stammered, looking around -- there was a walking path just a few feet away. "Right here?"
"Right here is fine. This should only take a minute."
"Huh. Okay." Soffar couldn't think of an appropriate place to do a bone removal, anyway, because he had never even done one before. Could he really just reach down there, grab the bone and yank it out? It might be like pulling out a splinter, except on the inside. Hopefully no one would come walking by and catch the really weird sight of a leopard halfway down a bear's throat.
"Does this happen to you a lot?" he asked, squinting against the warm, wet gusts of BBB's breath. It smelled like an echo of dinner.
"It happens once in a while," BBB said, "when I haven't swallowed something just the right way. Don't be shy. Just get right in there -- it should be easy to find."
And with that, he opened his mouth. His cavernous mouth that never seemed to stop opening, with a tongue like a big fleshy carpet. Soffar recalled watching the whole chicken disappear into here, lips sliding over the golden brown skin, a flick of the tongue making the whole thing vanish. BBB could swallow things even bigger than that, from the looks of it. Like swallowing his friends for medical procedures. Did this count as a medical procedure? Soffar had said he wasn't a doctor. It was a first aid procedure, maybe.

He ducked under a row of sharp teeth and put his palms on BBB's tongue. It felt weird -- slick, and not quite soft enough to be called fuzzy. Not bad, just weird, Soffar thought as he leaned farther in and tucked his ears to his head. His wings brushed the soft barriers of BBB's inner cheeks. All the mouth flesh around him gave way easily enough, but Soffar began pulling his wings tighter to his back just to make sure.
"I don't see anything," he said. Just the smooth arch of BBB's throat.
"Nah," BBB said, a thrumming sound around Soffar. His big slick tongue twitched, like a waterbed mattress someone else had poked. "Fawwther in."
Duh, Soffar thought. If the bone was easy to spot, would BBB be asking someone to climb into his mouth? Definitely not. Well, probably not. It didn't seem like ... Hmm.

At any rate, the bone wasn't here and Soffar would need to go deeper. Shimmying forward on his elbows, Soffar craned forward, toward the rounded back of BBB's tongue. Now all he had to do was get a look down the pulsing darkness of BBB's throat--
And suddenly, lips pursed tight around his waist. Light vanished. There was only thick, moist darkness and the slickness of BBB's mouth all around.
"Uh," Soffar said, trying to turn. His wings were pinned around him like a feather blanket, his hands finding the jagged surfaces of molars. "Triple B? Hey!"
But there was no answer. Just BBB's lips creeping lower on his body, worming over the waistband of his shorts. These were working muscles all around him, said a strange and misty thought in Soffar's head. Muscles of a bear's lips and tongue and throat. It was something he hadn't really considered, but BBB's muscles must have been really good at this sort of thing. Like an athlete or something. One of those eating competition athletes.

Saliva penetrated Soffar's fur now, a growing sensation of dampness all over. He was going to be soaking wet by the time he was done and he didn't have a change of clothes. Boy, he hadn't thought this one through. But he said he'd help out his friend and that was what he tried to focus on. The barbeque chicken replayed in his mind again. Lips over golden skin. The motion of BBB's throat as the whole thing slid down. Well, it never looked like swallowing things was any trouble for BBB. Maybe it would actually be easy for Soffar to just slip down his throat really quick, grab the bone and come back out. BBB wouldn't have suggested it if he didn't think his throat could handle it, after all.

Taking a breath to steel himself, Soffar ran his fingers over tooth enamel. There was a crevice between two teeth that his fingertips fit into, but it wouldn't do him much good as a handhold. He couldn't pull his whole weight up by two fingers, that was for sure. Not even when he wasn't wet with somebody else's saliva. But his head was already pushing against the stretchy back of BBB's throat, his ears mashing as flat as they would go.

It was going to be a tight fit. Just because BBB could manage it didn't mean it wouldn't be cramped and stifling and dark. The thought made Soffar's wings spasm, but they couldn't open more than a few inches against the tent-like walls of BBB's cheeks. He was sliding farther in, thighs skimming over BBB's front teeth. He was vaguely aware of bending forward and slipping downward, doing half a somersault and falling deeper in. He could hear a wet rush of air as BBB took a breath, air that wooshed past on its way down.

But through everything going on around him, Soffar told himself to stay focused. The whole point of this was to get the chicken bone out. He was pretty sure he hadn't slipped past the bone yet: he was surrounded by throat muscles, with hard tooth shapes touching his ankles. Nothing around him felt like he was lying on a stray bone. He squirmed against the throat's grip and put his hands flat against flesh, feeling for any foreign bits. Nothing -- it felt like a perfectly fine throat to Soffar. Even as he slid farther. Even as his feet and tail tip were the only parts sticking out of BBB's mouth, still touched by cool air.

And then, Soffar had a bright flash of an idea. He flexed his ankles, hooking the tops of his footpaws against BBB's lip. There, he thought with sudden relief. Now he had a grip. And BBB's huge paw closed around both feet, warm fingers sliding between Soffar's feet and the tooth surfaces. Nice of him to hold on like that, ready to pull Soffar out--
But BBB wasn't doing that at all. He lifted Soffar's feet a few inches -- and Soffar slid farther down, his leverage gone now. Two huge fingers pressed against the soles of his footpaws. Soffar was being pushed all the way in, he realized with welling panic. Swallowed whole. Lips closed around his toes and his tail, slurping him in like spaghetti. He thrashed, but the throat walls absorbed his movements and he was too soggy now to get any kind of traction. He slid uselessly in BBB's throat, slipping farther down into the dark. Muscles flexed around him and he passed through an opening, into a space he could only assume was the stomach.

He knew then that he wasn't coming back out. BBB had eaten him, like gulping down that chicken. And now he was dinner. Soffar had wondered if he might be on the big guy's menu someday, but he had, well, sort of thought he would see it coming. And he nearly had.
He squirmed. Only a bit, because the flesh walls wrapped him tight and there wasn't anywhere to go now.
"Hey," he said -- whispering because his breath was nearly gone. "There wasn't actually a bone in your throat, was there?!"

With one last gulp, BBB got the furred length of tail down his throat, tickling all the way down. He took a much-needed deep breath and laid his paws on his bulging belly, feeling his prey's last struggles inside him. Now he could call this a great dinner -- the chicken had made an excellent appetizer before the main course of helpful snow leopard. He would have to plan out multi-course meals more often, maybe add some dessert to balance out the appetizer.
Not tonight, he thought with a grin. He was full. Sitting heavily in the cool grass, leaving a paw on the heavy round of his belly, BBB got to work digesting.