“Good. Now hold tight for a second.”

You gasp as you shrink even smaller, now barely emerging from both ends of her fist. She tosses you into the air and catches you in her mouth. You shout- but then realize she hasn’t swallowed you. Instead, you feel her walking, swishing her tongue over you occasionally.

A few minutes later, she suddenly spits you out. As you plummet towards the floor, you rapidly return to full size, and land sitting down with a dull ‘thud.’

“What was all that for?”

“Hey, I’ve got a reputation to keep- I’m not going to get a reputation for being frosh fodder.”

“Oh, well mission accomplished, I think. Anybody’d think twice after seeing that display. Where are we?”

You’ve noticed that the two of you are all alone in what appears to be a dilapidated locker room. Many of the lockers are hanging half open, and none appear to have been used anytime recently. And it smells- almost musty. Certainly better than most locker rooms, at any rate.”

“I found this room while I was looking over renovation plans in the library.”

Dang, she really is a nerd- who reads renovation plans in the library!?

She continues: “This used to be the old pool before they added on to student rec center. No one will come in here”

You’re beginning to if she’s got something up her sleeve, or if she’s just a little nervous about being eaten for the first time…

“How come?” you ask, “an abandoned room seems like it would be popular!”

“Yeah, but how many students can walk through walls to get here?”

Gulp. “So, I’m stuck here? You weren’t going to let me eat you in the first place, were you!?”

“Oh stop it. You’re not stuck. I made a portal in that wall over there-“ she points to a pair of lockers which have a peculiar bluish tint-“It’ll take you straight to the fountain out by frat row.” She undoes her blazer, letting a pair of delicious breasts free. “And don’t worry about trying to avoid digesting me until you get back- I won’t let you.” She bends forward and hastily removes her long skirt and shoes. Finally, she delicately removes her glasses and hands them to you with a warning look. Better tuck those away someplace safe.

You turn back and look at the naked mage standing in front of you. She is fairly pale, but quite good-looking, really. And she looks a little chilly. And nervous. She extends her hand- “I’m Failiel, by the way. You’ll need to be putting that on papers for a while.”

You shake her hand. An anime mage girl, who’d have thought. Pretty, smart, powerful, a bit uppity, and now the answer to your entrance exam. Well, you expected to see new things by enrolling here, and no disappointments so far.

“Well, are you planning on doing this or not?” Failiel is hugging herself tightly- could she be scared?”

You nod firmly, and quickly sits down, straddling the nearest bench. She draws her legs up and quickly rests her feet on the length of bench in front of her, legs bent and knees at about the height of her chest. She props her torso up by holding on to the plank behind her. You give her your most reassuring smile- not very good since you’re feeling pretty nervous too. You sit down on the bench yourself, one leg on each side, in front of her and wait for her to lift her small feet up to your mouth. A moment passes, and then you look up at her expectantly.

“Do you think you could eat me from the other end?”

“Ok,” you figure one end’s as good as another- she has delicate feature and looks quite tasty- “Is everything ok?”

“Yeah, I just- c’mon, let’s get this over with.”

“You don’t want to see yourself being eaten, do you?” You can’t believe this beautiful mage who had you in the palm of her hand- literally- moments ago could be scared.

“Shut up, ok? I’ve never done this before.” Maybe you’d better take her up on this before she chickens out…

You walk around behind her and take up position standing, again with one leg on each side of the bench. You’re looking down on top of Failiel’s shimmering blue hair, she’s sitting up quite close to you, and her legs angle out ahead to where her feet rest lightly on the bench’s green painted surface. This is definitely going to be a good first vore experience.

Failiel carefully tilts her head back until her nose points towards the ceiling and the crown of her head is aimed straight at your mouth. You notice her eyes are closed.

With a sympathetic smile, you open as wide as you can. Amazingly wide, in fact, wider than you ever thought you could, and you are able to maneuver your mouth entirely over the young volunteer’s head. Her hand darts up from the bench suddenly in a panic response, and for a moment you hold your breath and cross your fingers. Then a little sigh makes its way from your mouth, and Failiel returns her hand to the bench. You begin sucking gently, trying not to evoke a magical outburst, and also fairly uncertain of how to proceed yourself. You find that her anime-looking hair leaved a faint hint of strawberry behind, and it’s quite pleasant. She isn’t making any sounds now, and seems to be frozen stiff- you wonder if she’s enjoying herself.

With your throat vacuuming on low power, you take in the small, naked mage in front of you at a surprisingly steady speed. Your mouth widens easily to accommodate her bare shoulders, and even hinges readily to accommodate the girl’s generous breasts. With some curiosity you wonder whether she’s cold, or perhaps finding this experience more pleasant than she expected. You’re leaning down over her- or where she was- and now that her chest is fully in your mouth, you straighten up a bit, raising her bottom an inch or so from the bench.

You work a bit more quickly now that your mouth has had the chance to stretch as much as it needs. In no time at all, Failiel’s slender belly and shapely hips are passing through your mouth and on to their holding cell. You allow yourself to run your tongue quickly over her firm, round bottom just before sucking it into your throat, and you swear she gave an excited little shudder for just a moment.

Her legs, though very slender like most depictions of anime girls, are tightly formed and very smooth. You enjoy feeling them slide over your tongue effortlessly like two thick strands of meaty pasta as her weight, sinking to your stomach, pulls her in. You tighten your lips on her ankles, halting her progress momentarily, and gently stroke the small pair of feet waiting to enter. You feel her giggle, and tickle her gently. Her feet curl, and you feel her moving in side your ribs. She seems to actually like this after all.

With that, you open wide, releasing your hold on her ankles, and her feet swiftly enter your mouth as she drops the final distance into your stomach. You can trace the progress of her feet down through your chest and feel them release into the slightly less constricting space of your stomach.