PreyGirl

(Okay! So this might be a bit rough at first, sort of doing a ground-up rework of this profile to get going again. Literal years since I've logged on and played. :3)

It was years since Sierra first found the strange world she was in. Going from a seemingly normal and average life to one of live-or-die at the whims of creatures of all shapes and sizes and levels of intelligence that seemed intent on placing her body in their gullet. However, before long she discovered two important facts - two facts that were going to change her life forever.

The first, was that for some reason, she never seemed to permanently be destroyed or killed upon being eaten. While she lacked any sort of solid memory of what had happened to her after the beginning of her latest 'meal,' as it were, an all too familiar headache and lack of clothes let her figure out what happened.

The second, was that she loved being eaten.

Just something about the helplessness of it, the intimacy of being slid down into one's gullet or tail or tendril or pod, and her relative assurance of her safety... it was starting to make her attracted to the idea.

So she came up with an idea. A somewhat insidious one, if she did say so herself. A way to sort of present herself to various predators and predatory locations with impunity, all while perhaps lying to herself about simply wanting to do it for the sake of being eaten. The idea was simplicity itself, really. A cookbook. A mix of stories and recipes of sorts, tales of being eaten and how, with small parts dedicated to the specifics of it and why the predator decided to do it. Unless they didn't want to tell her, in which case... well, then she got to get eaten. Win win for the girl.

So she let herself be eaten. Devoured by creatures large and small, humanoid and bestial, sapient and feral, animal and plant. All in the false guise of learning more, when in truth she simply got off on it all.