Attack of the Generic Short Vore Story

Attack of the Generic Short Vore Story

"Rawr!" roared the dragon as it charged at the hapless human.
"Help me help me save me save me!" cried a pitifully average looking damsel in distress, flailing her arms weakly and running about in high heels. The scene went on for a few seconds longer before a yell of "CUT!" rang from offstage.
Twenty feet from the stage was a balding director by the name of Hansel Lohken. Seeming to grow older by the second, the deep wrinkles in his face crinkled even more than they usually did. This is just high-caliber bad acting, he thought. Getting up from his chair, he began yelling directions once more.
"Can't you two even take this the least bit seriously? Damsels actually put PAUSES into their pleas! Dragons don't SAY 'Rawr', they roar! I can just as easily employ another reptile and dub in lion's roars! Understand?"
"Well wat' the bloody hell am I s'posed to do? I AM a dragon, after all. You want me te' act like myself, I'll ruddy ACT like myself." the dragon responded.
"You really expect me to believe that you say 'Rawr' to prey? Don't say rawr! Really scare the lady if you have to. I just want a nice perilous action scene! Is that too much to ask?!"
"Yeah yeah, I hear ya. Spook the damsel...all I'm ruddy good for..."
"And YOU, damsel! When you're calling for your knight, act like you want Russel Crowe to jump right out of 'Gladiator' and chop some heads off!"
"I'm sorry, I'll do better..." the damsel responded, bowing her head. The director sat back into his chair, ready for another take.
"Alright, Dragon/Damsel scene, Take 4. Aaaaand...ACTION!"

The scene being shot was for a short film entitled "Dragon Peril and Prevention." The film was meant for a film festival that involved public service announcements. It wasn't a very big festival, but it was an important one for the still-surviving commercial industry. With the creation of TiVos and DVRs, more people were neglecting the advertisements in favor of their precious television shows. Advertising was a thankless industry to get into and an even worse one for public relations, as hate for bad commercials is a force unlike any other. The purpose of the film festival was to gather only the best advertisements in hopes of garnering the few remaining commercial watchers into still loving and respecting the ads that paid for shows. "Dragon Peril and Prevention" was just another attempt to foster the dragon fans of the world to watch commercials, and it didn't seem to be coming along very well.

The dragon managed a roar that sounded all too much like a drunkard. The damsel yelled with a bit more force than her last attempt, managing a pause between a few of the pleas. In any case, it was going to have to work for the director. His budget called for a four hour rental of the soundstage, and that was it. Hiring the dragon took the rest of his budget money for the next two weeks. Hansel was truly staking it all here.
"Alright. I can have the editor work with the roar, but I think that's it for that scene. Well done, you two." the director said, suddenly much calmer than a few seconds ago. He didn't really have an editor, but it made him sound far more official than he was.
"I give ya a real roar, an' you're tellin' me tha' y' gotta work with it?" the dragon started. "Show business isn't all it's cut out t' be..."
"Well, we've gotten past all that. No worries, people. We're ready to shoot the final scene. This is your moment to shine, dragon!" the cameraperson said from behind his camcorder.
"I've got a name, y'know! Ah, but you could never pronounce it." said the dragon.
"This is the scene," the director began, ignoring the dragon, "where you gulp down the damsel. It's the last shot, and then we can all go home."
"Not without my payment!" both dragon and damsel stated.
"I know, I know." the director said. "You'll get your payments. All in good time. For now, we must set up the next shot. The dragon's going to snarl, pounce, and gulp. You don't really have to do much, Ms. Damsel. Just pretend like your life's on the line and struggle a bit on the swallow." Both parties nodded, ready to start the scene. The camcorder was brought back to eye level, and the director was ready again to work his magic.
"Crouching Damsel, Gulping Dragon scene, Take 1...aaaaaaaaand, ACTION!"
As if a sudden beam of high quality acting had pierced through the roof of the soundstage, the dragon crouched into attack position, baring his teeth and giving a frightening snarl. Three human hearts began to rapidly beat as the dragon set forth to pounce the damsel. A swish of his thick tail later, he was atop the young woman with speed unparalleled by even the best of predators.
"AAIIIIEEEEEEEE!!" shrieked the damsel. Nearly four hundred pounds of muscle were on top of her. There was little motivation needed for the damsel to begin fearing for her life. However lame her shriek may have sounded, her adrenaline began to pump and she was more than genuinely afraid of what could happen to her. She did know, of course, what had to be done for the advertisement. The director smiled from behind his chair, amazed at how suddenly his stage direction was being realized. It truly was a thing of beauty.
The dragon now stretched his gaping maw open over the damsel, truly intent on finishing the job. Saliva dripped from his mouth onto the poor lady as his stomach growled eagerly. One minute ad...better hurry this up, the dragon thought. His jaw stretched out a bit more as he lowered his head towards the damsel. They closed with bear trap-esque efficiency, trapping the damsel entirely in his massive maw. Unable to resist the temptation (and realizing that he was only at fourty-five seconds), the dragon begin to suckle on his catch a bit, getting her fine flavors onto his palate. Sweet, fleshy, and obviously still a virgin, he thought. The maiden did not take kindly to this tasting session, putting up a struggle. Once more, the director smiled.
"Excellent." he muttered quietly to himself.
When the dragon had all he could of the damsel's tastes (and when his time began to run short), he took one great swallow to propel the young lady down his throat. She slid nicely down his long and thick neck, reaching his famished belly just moments later.
"Cut! That's a wrap." the director said, a tear having formed over his left eye. "That has to be some of the best acting I've ever seen! What's gotten into you?"
"I thought abou' my payment." said the dragon, grinning toothily. The damsel was still struggling within his stomach quite feverishly.
"That's great! Just fantastic! It's been a pleasure working with you two. I'll let you all know what kind of reception it gets at the festival. For now, we've got some editing and cutting to do." the director said.
"Wait," the cameraman said, "what about the woman's payment? I mean, what are you paying the dragon, anyhow?"
"He gets one free meal courtesy of the set." the director said, grinning. "As for the woman, she's not going to need her payment where she's headed."
After all was said and done, the director and cameraman returned to their in-garage studio to begin editing the footage and the dragon returned to his home to digest his meal, breaking down her components with powerful digestive juices and assimilating her body to give the dragon what little nutrition and sustenence she could provide.

The film proved to be a smash-hit among the others previewed at the festival later that year. It was nominated for several awards for best animal actor, and dragon fans went nuts over it. A demand was created for more, but Hansel eventually died of mild digestion within a gryphon. Some say he insulted the gryphon's mother, but still others say this is the way he wanted it. Nobody was ever sure.