A Disgusting Fetish (superseded: http://ficly.com/stories/22593)
“Geez, I can’t believe this,” she said, peering into her iPad screen.
I glanced over. “What?”
“This ‘vore’ thing. Can you believe people actually get off on the idea of being eaten alive?”
“I don’t find it so hard to believe,” I said. “There are all sorts of weird kinks on the net.”
She shook her head. “It’s just…eww.”
“What’s so eww about it?” I asked, putting down my book. “Different strokes for different folks. It’s not like they’re going to try their fetish out in real life. Unlike, say, pedophiles.”
“I guess you’ve got a point there,” she admitted.
“And look at all the stories, even kiddie stories, that involve vore,” I said. “Maurice and the lion, for instance. There’s even that story of Jonah and the whale from the Bible. Apparently it’s all right to read about it, but not to get off on it.”
She snorted. “I’d almost suspect you of being a closet vore.”
I considered that for a moment. She was pretty close to the truth, and I wasn’t really comfortable with that.
So I leaned over and ate her.