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Curiousity Contains

To kick off the new year with something good, I finally finished a little vore story I've been working on for a couple of months! Featuring Casey and @madmythologist's Kage inspired directly by our collective scheming and RPing with these two. I love them so much and so I wrote a little thing about what happens when the nervous little borrower gets a little too curious about just how it feels to be eaten. Story below! Contains: Soft Vore, Non-fatal Vore, Hesitant Prey, Mouthplay, internals.

There was something on the back of Casey's mind. Granted there was always something behind those big eyes, but this time it wasn't her usual plights. It was something a bit larger, or more someone she was currently lounging on the chest of on this still evening together.

Kage wasn't doing much, just calmly leaning back in his seat to enjoy the peace and quiet. His chest lifted Casey up and down like smooth clockwork, the borrower herself almost half curled up on her side against the half-elf. It was a rare opportunity of relaxation with nothing better to do for the little that remained of the day—a very nice moment to just exist.

Still, something didn’t sit right here.

The quiet was the last thing on the little one’s mind, her ears more trained on a muffled rhythm just underneath her. It was a hidden comfort, nestled between just as steady breaths. A beat so slow compared to her own constantly ticking muscle. That’s what made it all so fascinating. Kage was just so… so massive.

Granted, that was just a simple matter of perspective with Casey herself being the odd one in terms of scale. But from that same perspective, the humanoid seemed as vast as a field. And just as teeming with activity below the surface. It made the little one think; reminisce even of times when she had gotten even more enveloped in the man before. She wondered if-

“Wonder about what?“‌

Kage felt the borrower flinch the smallest bit against him, her head jerking up like a rabbit to meet his curious gaze. In what he could confidently guess was her internal whirlwind of thoughts, loose lips spilled out a simple question to finally kill the silence. As much as the chance to breathe was appreciated, he was never one to turn down a chance for something interesting to occur. She was fast to figure out her slip up as seen by the hinted hue of crimson on her face. Kage was already preparing to guide her back from any backtracking she was able to do, but to his surprise that wasn’t the case after a signature pause to collect those racing thoughts.

”Just, how does it exactly feel when you swallow someone whole?''‌ Surprise caught both of them at the string of words that escaped Casey’s mouth. The man was silent for a brief moment, simply watching Casey’s body language. It made for a good indicator of if he actually heard that right as this was a subject the borrower rarely wanted to discuss and even rarer brought up on her own accord. It was most unusual, but not unwelcome.

”That is quite the odd question,“‌ Kage voiced with a quirked brow. ”One that doesn’t have that easy of an answer to explain, simply put.“

Of course this wasn’t going to be that simple, given both what exactly she was asking and who she was asking. She could already taste the embarrassment in the back of her throat rising like bile, but there was no shying away now from the topic. The canary had caught his curiosity.

The plains shifted as Kage adjusted his position, straightening up just a hair more in his seat to speak more comfortably. Casey instinctively tightened her hold on his clothing with the movement, huddling back closer against his chest.

”I‌ do have to ask though, why would you be asking about such a thing?‌”

Why was she asking such a thing? Frankly put, Casey didn't have that clear of an answer for him at that moment. The question had just seemed to pop out after being most likely sealed by brambles of her own design. Her eyes shifted away from Kage's gaze for just a second to think up something rather than silence.

"I, well," she stumbled on her words right into old habits. "I don't really know. It's just been on my mind for a bit. Sorry for bringing it up."

He watched and more importantly felt her fold against him, a little bundle of worry clinging to his shirt. She wouldn't be allowed to hide from this discussion as a blackened hand came up from below her. Casey felt her grip loosen on the fabric and Kage felt small knees press against his palm.

"Now now, none of that. If this has been something on your mind, then surely you have more to say than that." The words purred ever so slightly off the lips as he pulled her away from his shirt and more to his level. He was confident that he knew his little friend quite well, from how her eyes were constantly darting to and fro, to the unending hum in her chest that matched all those thoughts she kept to herself. Thoughts Kage was hungry to hear, fitting the subject being discussed that more often than not made the little one squirm at the mere acknowledgment.

Casey knew that tone. She'd grown very familiar with the charmingly curious dialect of this man. It made the hair on her neck stand on end along with every single nerve in her skin. For better or for worse, she couldn't give a clear answer. She looked up at him and her mind just.... it went blank. Everything just went quiet, all her attention on him as she could just stare for a few seconds. Was there more to say? What answer was the right one, if any? She snapped out of her trance with a small breath, letting herself slide a hair more onto the platform Kage provided in his hand as he took her up. A few more moments of silence...

"Would- would you ever do it again?"

Now that, that was curious indeed. Kage hummed a note in seeming thought, a single raise of the brow showing any change in his expression. Tiny eyes could be felt trying to read his next move, listening for whatever he was going to say next. "Would I ever do it again," He took care in repeating it, now studying how Casey straightened up the smallest amount in his hold. "Do what exactly, hm?"

He didn't need an answer. Casey knew that and now felt that Kage knew just as well as a chuckle rose up his throat. Not one of malice or mischief, but of knowing. "Well, even if I were to entertain this ah, hypothetical question, that doesn't answer why the sudden curiosity about it." A fair observation. The borrower wasn't being as informative as she could be. As much as she desperately wanted to be, but there just wasn't that simple an answer.

Or... was there?

She had tried to pick her words so carefully, dancing around a subject she brought up. It wasn't supposed to be this hard to just talk! She did with Maddie all the time, hell Maddie would have just blurted out the first thing in her head. That's what worked for her, well most of the time. The borrower shook her head. Stay on track. Just say it!

"I..." she paused one more time, the longest she had made up to this point. "I wanted- Well mostly thinking about- I was wondering what it was like inside-"

"Casey-" That soft call brought her attention back towards Kage's face, his smile softened. His hand gracefully pulled her away from his chest, bringing her now fully to eye level. Closer to that very mouth she had been dodging this entire time, still smiling. The pause felt infinite, falsely judgmental within her panicking brain. Warm breath drowned all thoughts with his next words.

"Why don't we settle both our curiosities with a refresher?"

Kage could have sworn in that moment he heard something crackle in Casey's head at the suggestion. The suggestion made her entire body stiffen like a statue for just a moment in his palm. It was an honest inquiry, just as everything else he had been saying up to this point. Regardless Casey was a creature of nervous habits, hence her growing tense and stiff.Though it was slightly amusing to see it so closely instead of behind shaded stones and leaves.

"You're not as good at hiding that curiosity as you think." He wasn't a fool. He'd noticed how she had been keeping a keen ear to his chest as they relaxed, how even now she was avoiding his gaze by watching his mouth. It was exciting, adorable even. "I wouldn't do anything rash, even though this is all rather tantalizing." Some of these words were a bit more punctuated than others, keeping the borrower's attention rather than scaring her off. Now it was just a matter to see if she'd take that invitation.

Tiny fingers curled in hesitation. Her heart jumped several times trying to climb out of her throat. She shouldn't have wanted this. Was she really going to go through with this stupid request? But as she looked past those perfectly white teeth and saw the shadowed purples and blues, there was no going back. Her head lowered for but a tick, slowly becoming a nod before looking back up at the ever looming man. "Please?... Just promise you'll keep it simple?"

"Naturally." Kage couldn't keep that smile from growing twice as large at that approval. This wasn't something he was going to play with or take even the slightest bit for granted.

With his new permission, the half-elf took some lead as his hand tilted upwards with precise movements. Casey could tell he was slowing them intentionally, an effort that was helping the herculean task of easing her nerves. These hands were in safe hands. Hands she had been starting to learn how to navigate like any branch or platform. But whether it was mishap or intentional, the borrower allowed herself to fall forward towards his face. She caught herself on his upper lip, Kage feeling the slightest tickle at a fumble right under his nose.

"What was that about keepings things simple?" The little one's breath hitched with the words that barely stretched the skin under her hands. She was close enough to feel the vibrations travel up her arms and down her arching spine. But she didn't back out of this precarious spot, but embraced it. Rather than push back, one of those hands transferred to the bottom jaw with a featherlight brace. All she had to do now was...

Kage waited. Waited for that next move out of Casey's curiosity. He could catch the smallest trance of a scent of her being this close. Earthen, but with a pleasantly light sweetness to it. It only made her all the more enticing to indulge. So when one of those miniscule hands added the faintest pressure, the giant let his lower jaw collapse as she pried the gates open.

Warmth was the first thing to tingle at the senses. It radiated along her exposed arms, swirled around her neck and practically kissed her cheek. Unlike the man's gray complexion covered in black lines, a blue tongue surrounded by purple walls greeted her inside. She'd seen glimpses of the unusual hues whenever he spoke of teases and the occasional taste, but never this intentionally. Never this closely.

Was it this colorful all the way down?

Casey sucked in a breath, fighting the urge to shiver at the sight before her. Was it too late to turn back? No, she had to commit. Needed to so the thoughts weren't eating at her. Ironic. Carefully the little one shifted and allowed herself to begin leaning past silver lips. Over incisors that nearly glistened along with canines to match. Thin trails of saliva traveled from these pillars and connected to the bottom matching set. Together they could combine to make a devilish smile, but also would have no problem leaving their mark on her fragile body if he ever chose.

The more she leaned in, the more those teeth drifted apart as Kage's mouth only opened wider. The man remained very still, breathing through his nose as his mouth was occupied with a guest. There was a part of his mind that clicked on, something that was making his mouth water a hair more and his own heart pulse a bit faster. Hunger perhaps. Something primal about having something so small soon pressing a warm albeit shaking hand onto the flat of his tongue making him only want Casey more. And once that contact was made, it was oh so sweet as honey.

He could feel the back of his mouth watering all the bit more, leaving her with a very slick surface to explore. She was hesitating, rocking slightly along his bottom teeth. That hand pulled back slowly away from him, but there was no getting out of this. That tongue followed her out in its own curiosity, lightly pressing into her front. The little squeak she made as she caught herself along it was adorable Kage would have loved to admit.

The feeling still lingered on her palm as she pulled away from that muscle for a moment. Slick, warm, alive. She could only put a few words to it before she got familiar with the feeling again as Kage stuck his tongue out for a proper taste. Now it was all that flashed into her brain as her upper half held onto it. The flesh was warm to the skin with a radiating heat, settling the shivering of her arms and nerves. She didn't fight or push it off in a fit of panic, instead letting herself be taken and tasted with a press. The spit seeped into her sleeves and shirt, no doubt bringing more of her flavor out. Casey ponder for a bit what he could possibly be-

A hum broke the silence as Kage purred, the sound coursing up Casey through him. He slowly pulled back and flicked his tongue back inside, but not before catching a final peck of Casey's red scarlet dusted cheek before it disappeared.

"Hmmmm, honey." The words flowed off like the food itself, sounding far from displeased with his findings. Casey watched that smile from right in front of her, demanding her full attention in its proximity. She held her breath, waited in both fear and unexpected anticipation. Waited for those jaws to lunge forward and claim her.

Luckily while that wasn't the predator's style, he wasn't going to delay for much longer. His hands cupped her against those lips again, parting again without her 'assistance.' She nearly fell over, catching herself in her arms and holding onto the bottom row of teeth. Again she was met with that overpowering warmth at her touch, calling to something deep within. A calling to the dark and the shelter it could provide once she crawled inside.

With a final gathering of what little courage she had, Casey pushed herself up and pulled herself forward into that lavender den. Not a moment after did Kage finally pull his hand away from his face, leaving her legs to dangle out of his mouth. The urge to regain her center of balance was aided by the impulse to tilt his head back to bring Casey those last centimeters over, sliding past the gums and into his jaws.

Now, Casey wasn't completely a stranger to this man's maw. She had watched it as he sang and purred out his words, teeth flashed in a knowing smirk. Her sister had gone into detail countless times about this very place when she tested her luck against the giant. Now the difference between story and reality was staring her right in the face to marvel at.

The space was incredibly dim, only speckles of light caught in the spit-shined interior. Cool colored flesh was glazed on every surface, making everything slick and slippery to the touch. The air was much warmer, smothering those cold chills with its heat and clinging to her tiny tiny frame. Half of her was already soaked with spit, knees and arms sinking into his tongue. It was so much to take in for one small borrower, too much.

Wide eyes went wild and her heart banged against her ribs begging to get out.

This was wrong.

This was so, so wrong.

Casey knew better than to do something this dangerous. It was one thing to think and ponder about what it was like inside, but this?! This was crazy! She had let herself get talked into stepping right into a mouth! A mouth that belonged to a person she had seen eat people like her with expertise! If he wanted he could just bite down and swallow whatever was left of her down into that chasm at the very back of the throat. She could see it, expanding and contracting just waiting to close in on her like a cornered animal.

She needed to leave. She needed to spin around and get out before it was too late. But everything was frozen. Something kept her here at the mercy of Kage's maw. What was going on? How did she let herself get this far? All these questions were buzzing like angry hornets in her head, burning her ears with stinging static.

On the outside, Kage paid very close attention to the mass inside his mouth. He didn't move nor breathe too loudly lest he make the terrified tiny in his mouth jolt. He knew Casey, her tendencies. How easily she was to scare and expected the worst possible outcome. Normally this was just another thing he could use to get under her skin and make her tick, but now it was a reason for worry. Worry proved warranted as he caught the smallest sounds of hyperventilating behind his lips, the salty tang of fear on his palette. On his tongue she grew stiff as a board, her breathing quickening with jumbled words he couldn't translate.

Panic.

Everything stopped for a brief moment for the dark elven man. As undesired a reaction as it was, it sadly wasn't an out of place one. His first thought was to call her name in reassurance, but that was quickly ruled out as speaking was out of the question at the moment. His words were one of his most valuable tools, but thankfully they weren't his only trick. A flick of the fingers and the smallest twitch of his throat, a simple prestidigitation allowed the breath he had been holding onto chill and lightly wash over.

Wind softly blew onto her pale face and made the damp tips of her hair sway. It was enough to pause her catastrophizing episode, senses coming back down from the spike of terror. Breathe. She needed to breathe. Once her chest was rising and falling at a regular pace, her vision was starting to adjust all the more. The colors were just a bit brighter, shadows less suffocating. Everything had remained still, Kage hadn't done anything when he had the opportunity. Everything was ok.

The relief washed over Casey, tense muscles unlocking and relaxing. To be honest the warmth may have helped with that as it creeped in the longer she crouched here, but she couldn't stay like this forever. The little spelunker inched around, light touches carefully tapping along Kage's tastebuds. She could see the corners of his lips pulling up and shifting the lights ever so much. At least there was no denying he was enjoying this little adventure.

She didn't go too far in, settling at the center at that tongue before twisting back around. One could only look at the back of a throat for so long before it may start calling. Kage's mouth stayed open, providing a toothy frame for her to look back out into the open world. Everything was still, relaxed. Simple.

"I'm, I'm ok." Casey's tiny voice finally crept out, earning another cool breath of relief from Kage's throat. The man had been fully ready to spit her out if she wasn't ready, but the little one still was full of ways to surprise him. From her position she couldn't see the gleam of excitement in his eye, but could probably feel the saliva pool a bit more at her feet.

He let her settle for a bit longer, enjoying every tiny movement and way she slid around his tongue. Even with the slight itch of cloth and hair, that natural sweetness still dominated his taste buds. Intoxicating honestly and more than worth the stillness. And this was only the beginning of their little experiment. There was still a question to answer. Kage lifted a hand so it could be seen by his passenger, signaling what he wanted to do by an opening and closing motion with his fingers and thumb. If there were any objections, now was the time to say them. Silence, then a slightly firmer pressure in the crook of his tongue.

"Ready."

The word was a hard one for Casey to say in full confidence. Kage was giving her every chance to walk away, to abandon this expedition if it was too much. Despite everything, Casey still had the final word in this. There was a comfort in that control, but it was still horrifying to wield. She was still letting herself get preyed upon by a silver tongued man. But, it would be ok. It had to be ok if she was careful enough.

Slowly after the affirmation was said, the lights dimmed steadily as Kage closed his maw. Soon all of her sight was forfeit, hearing the softest click of teeth and leaving her in the damp darkness. Casey remained frozen, taking everything in to fill in the new gaps in the old scenery. Her heart banged against the muscle beneath her, even more so as it came to life and lifted her forward. A yelp sounded from the girl, squeezing that same platform as it adjusted. A soft chuckle echoed around her, feeling the very sound travel up into her body and to her ears.

It couldn't be helped. Everything about this was just so, was precious the right word? Feeling how the borrower had nestled in the center of his mouth? Hearing the little squeaks and whines even through closed lips? All while that natural sweetness translated all along his taste buds? It was all so delectable, delightful. A true treat for them both to indulge in. A playful nature crept more into Kage's movements, a smile creeping along with a hum. Much like how he was with his hands, his tongue played gracefully with his prey. He felt her grip tighten along the ridges, arms squeezing to keep from getting knocked about. Not that there were any complaints to be shared.

Inside his mouth that main muscle swayed and flexed around, cradling Casey about. Within the dark confines she felt every slick movement and curl that effortlessly glided her about. tastebuds pressed against her chin, face scrunching at the moisture left behind in its wake. Her grip didn't release off his tongue, squeezing the firm yet soft muscle in her arms and fingers. It acted as a guide, something to ground and navigate her through this little adventure.

Warmth.

Warmth was the first thing to cross the barrier. A heat radiated every surface that embraced her, cutting through spittle and clothing to her very core and sticking to her skin. It seeped deep within Casey, melting muscles of their tension. Visions of a burrow crossed her mind in comparison, somewhere just as dark and secluded intentionally. It was pleasant, for a moment drifting away from the reality that so startled her.

The floor rose and met with the roof of his mouth, her chest skipping a beat as a new element was introduced just as she almost settled. Any shove or shift to create space was only met with a deep pressure pinning her in place, squeezing a small noise out of her chest. It threatened to squeeze the air out of her as well as that sweet taste Kage seemed so keen on.

With one action, Kage could feel the shape trapped atop his tongue. The small, alive shape huddled inside his mouth with a heartbeat that hummed at her core. He was half expecting to feel her starting to fight back, not unlike what her sister tended to do when in the same predicament. But to his pleasant surprise, there was no struggle from Casey even when he licked and tossed her about a touch more. As much as he pushed and prodded and explored her presence, she wasn't fighting him. Nothing more than a few wiggles and pushback to seemingly get in a better position, always clinging onto the very muscle assaulting her senses and indulging his.

This little game continued for a few more minutes. The elf's mouth was coated with a sweet flavor and Casey was coated in the saliva that pooled around. She was pressed once more as the giant swallowed down the collection, seeping the last of her resistance with it. As fast as it took her breath away it released it back, leaving the borrower sprawling on the 'floor'. Her heart raced, this time out of exhaustion rather than blind fear. She was hyper aware of so much. From the drool still clinging like thin sap to that warmth that has seeped and nestled deep inside her muscles.

This had been so wrong before, so why did it now feel so easy? Easy to drift into the heat. Easy to sink into the slick surface. Easy to just... let Kage take her in.

A sound of content slipped into the damp air as the mouth finally stilled, the worn-out borrower practically flopping along the tongue. Her eyes grew a touch heavier, the environment wanting to ease her to settle alongside it. But they weren't done. The question wasn't what it was like inside his mouth. It was...

"Kage?"

Her voice was so small, even when it was technically coming from his own mouth. The air had gone calm as he felt Casey's settling, drinking the moment in. Out of all the places she could find herself calm, it was almost laughable. He gave a simple hmm in question, glancing down habitually. In the silence he could imagine her face flushed in red, trying to find the words she wanted to say on the tip of his tongue.

"I can't do it alone."

Kage felt Casey dig her face into the crook of his tongue, cheeks hot to the touch as she squeaked the words out. The corners of Kage's lips softened. They both knew what needed to be done. Casey just seemed to know that she needed a little push to continue, something they both knew he was more than trusted enough to encourage. He dared to speak, cooing the words out to glide over his passenger.

"You're ok, just relax."

Casey kept her head down as she felt the room vibrate with every letter, the words floating across the way to the cracks of light. She couldn't do it. She couldn't make herself go any deeper, latched onto his tongue like lichen to a log. She couldn't.... not without help. All she had to do was relax and let Kage take the lead once again.

With the space faded again to black, Casey allowed herself to shudder and settle in for the ride. How was this going to go? What happened once she was taken deeper into his body? What if something went wrong? Paranoid thoughts that all wanted to spiral, only to skip like a record once everything resumed.

Her heart jumped into her throat as the tongue rose then dropped into her stomach once Kage started to tilt his head back. Even as her arms wanted to grab onto her safety net, it would have proved worthless against the slippery and slick surfaces all around. There was little time to process and even less time to let anything other than flesh grab a hold on her. The pressure threatened to pop her head, but all that was released was a final cry out of Casey's mouth as she disappeared out of Kage's.

Well that was certainly a sensation. After licking his lips of the lingering sweetness Kage focused his attention on the lump in his throat. The borrower went down smooth as well, you know how the saying goes. To say he wasn't enjoying any of this would be just a plain lie.

"There, simple." He hummed, easing back slowly into his chair. After many a thought of swallowing the little lady down, now it had just become a reality. He already knew she was delicious from previous antics, but it never went this far. A silent agreement between them until today, confirmed as she had slipped past his collarbone. It felt good. He felt good.

Contently his attention drifted inwardly just as there was a minor disturbance in his abdomen. Again, he wasn't a stranger to the motions of having something alive inside his stomach. It proved to be quite the effective place to keep little things out of sight and out of trouble. Maddie had most certainly given him many a reason to exercise the role of predator. But this instance was quite different. It always was with Casey's involvement thanks to one key detail...

The trip down was as quick as it was overpowering. The walls forced and squeezed unrelentingly all around the swallowed borrower. She couldn't see, couldn't move, could barely breathe in this ravenous chute. Everything overpowered even the pounding of her chest again as it all pushed her one direction and one direction only. Down.

As sudden as the pressure had a hold of her it released, finally slipping into her final destination. She landed with a squish underneath, this space much more spacious than either of her previous lodgings.

Even in the dark her eyes stayed closed shut within the bundle of nerves. She could feel it now, folds of flesh even more slimy and slippery smooth. She could hear every groan and squelch of the alien landscape, louder than her dampened breathing as she worked to pull herself together.

This was it. This was what Casey has been so curious about, she was in a stomach of all things. Every instinct should have been scolding her for getting herself trapped down here, even willingly to boot! She could have just been content with Maddie's regaling, but oh no, she had to see for herself. The hell was she thinking?

"You're ok. Take a look."

His low voice hummed from somewhere above, presenting a shift with it. A sense of reassurance and calm, a promise to ease her into something new with something familiar. A familiar feeling that kissed her eyelids and wanted her to peek into the darkness.

To her surprise, a single blue bead of light bled softly. It was no bigger than her own palm as it floated before her very eyes. Casey had seen this very light many times, each with their own story behind them. Of secret serenades and dancing in the moonlight, of warm hands sheltering her from the cold.

"Did you..?" Casey pondered aloud, hushing as she noted another light coming into reality. And another, followed by two than three twinkling all over. Each one brought a little more vision into the confined space, black giving way to plush blues and purple innards. The damp walls shone among twisting folds and bends, strands of clear fluid stretching between and pooling at the bases. Casey stared and twisted around to take it all it, forgetting that she was supposedly mortified by this place a few seconds ago.

As Casey undoubtedly was taking in the scenery, her host was paying close attention to every little movement he could feel. Nothing like a little bit of magic to help keep his special guest comfortable. He could feel her start to move a bit more, unfurling from a lump at the bottom of his guts to situate.

"Glad you seem to be warming up to the scenery." Kage chuckled, taking a hand to his abdomen in response to the sensation of smaller ones gliding all around. One could only imagine the slight surprise when he could have sworn he felt her pressing back into his hand, even through a natural border.

Something pressing back from the other side lulled Casey out of the slight trance the light had her been under. Her hands had wandered to trace along the winding surfaces, fingers pressing into the plush flesh ever so lightly. Thank god he couldn't feel the heat off her face in here.... could he?

"I- I didn't realize." She admitted, though her hands still stayed along his stomach lining. Just another thing she hadn't realized about Kage to add to her accounts she supposed. "But um- How's it feel? From your side, I mean." As undyingly curious as she was about what was going on under his skin, she was just as concerned about what was going on in that head of his."

Kage paused, a thumb casually brushing as he considered answering. She couldn't see the stupid smile across his face, absolutely delighted and smitten about this turn of events. Being able to hold Casey this close, allowed to keep her in a way that was originally seen as a nightmare by her kind. Little by little, day by day, years in the making, he had earned it. Willingly she allowed this, and so much more. But, that was a little hard to explain to someone you couldn't technically see at the moment.

"Comforting I believe is the right word for it. He simply stated. "Tell me though, does this sate that curiosity of yours?"

The borrower grew quiet, looking back and fully taking everything in. It was much warmer here, easing her to lay back against him like she was doing not too long ago. Yes she was still damp to the touch, but that wasn't as noticeable with everything glazed in a thin coat that still shimmer under the now starry display of lights. Those ears trained back on the steady beats that drew her here, now much more clear as it lightly pulsed into the surfaces around.

It felt... steady, secure. Safe.

He felt safe.

"It... it does." She finally vocalized, pausing only to let a squeak of a yawn snake out. Fidgeting in an active mouth and fear really does wear a borrower out, combining with the alluring heat and plush dimly lit room. Those eyes felt heavy, fluttering and struggling to stay open now. "Um, Kage.... would it be weird if.."

A chuckle answered her before his words, rocking the room ever so slightly. "I'll let you out of your den after you get some rest, little rabbit. You're alright."

And with that reassurance, both settled in for a spell, Casey drifting back off against Kage, and Kage more than comfortable in the silence with full feeling within. He could ask about her thoughts on the situation once she was all cleaned up. For now, both were more than content.

#i should have reblogged this much sooner #its fucking glorious #and illegal #Soft vore #vore writing

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madmythologist · 4 months

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Sorry about the haphazard short story post earlier, I was barely awake and needed to share it then, I will clean it up soon. Thank you to those who enjoyed it already, though.

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madmythologist · 4 months

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Twinkling, warm dots of color, dozens and dozens of them swirling in honied eyes. Nova had been flitting about as the sunlight dwindled, caught out too far from shelter in the ever-shortening days of winter. The sun just set too fast this time of year. Thus she was left to jump short bursts of flight between cover, looking for anywhere warm to hide from the cold.

That was when, much to her relief, the fairy spotted a human structure- a home on the outskirts of a small town. She wasn’t sure, the numerous specks of yellow glow on the horizon didn’t concern her- it was the clearly illuminated window nearby that she was drawn to. And more still, like a moth to a flame when she caught sight of the shimmering, impossibly colored tree inside the home. What on earth that was about, Nova didn’t know, winter time wasn’t usually a time to go searching for humans, so this was new to her. It was all enough to make the bite of the wind subside- if only for a moment.

But once again, shivers wracked her tiny frame, lunar wings wilting from the fringed sensation. Just then, she saw a shadow move on the other side of the glass- probably the human living here. It worried her, but she doubted she could fly much further without risking really damaging her wings. Thus, with a surprising confidence for someone so small- or perhaps desperation- the little one knocked on the window. That in and of itself was a bit painful, but a few sound ‘tinks’ against the barrier, and she saw that shadow shift again. First glancing about, then approaching in only a few wide steps.

She wasn’t exactly hiding on the window sill, but it still startled her a bit when in an instant a face appeared before her. Some kind of demon with a rosy-pink complexion, curled horns framing her face, and pupils a wide, rectangular shape, like a goat. Nova yelped, catching herself from backstepping right off the ledge behind her. That was when the actual expression registered. This imp she’d attracted looked worried, looking the freezing fay over only a second before holding up a delicately clawed finger in a ‘one’ gesture. The little one could only assume one second was the intent, because the much larger woman darted away from view, only for the loud creaking of hinges struggling in the cold to follow.

Abby, in a flash scooped up the little thing on her window. The panic visible in her short puffs of ice escaping her teeth as she shuffled back inside.

“Oh you’re freezing, darling.” She muttered, back hitting the door as she closed out the snow with a thud. Raising her interwoven hands, the horned girl looked over what was collected in them. A young girl, hair flowing down her back and far from a usual green color. Eyes some kind of light hazel, and quite distinct, the large wings protruding from her back, a beautiful green a bit lighter than her hair.

“Yeah, thank you for… letting me in?” Nova paused, not sure that was the word for what just happened. Regardless, she was just happy to be indoors and far from complaining from the warm hands wrapped around her. The woman’s fingers curled and gingerly rubbing the chill from the fairy’s skin, those delicate claws so very careful not to scratch.

“Of course, sweetie. What’s your name?” She replied with a wide smile, fanged teeth bared happily.

“Uh, Nova…” She trailed off, distracted by the feeling of movement, her host starting further inside and back to that room with the luminous tree.

“Nova, huh? That’s a pretty name.” She mused, uttering it like the name were something she could play with on her tongue. “Well, you can call me Abby. And you can stay right here for now.” She continued, boldly casual as she lifted and set Nova down on her shoulder, scooted close to her neck. The fairly couldn’t help noticing a small shiver that ran down this “Abby’s“ spine at the cold contact.

“Sit tight and we’ll get you warmed up.” Nova’s cheeks, out of view of Abby, were red. Whether that was from the cold, or from heat, she wasn’t sure, but regardless she shuffled a touch closer and happily accepted the body heat offered to her.

A few short minutes later, the young fairy was peaking over the lip of a steaming mug. She inhaled deeply, chocolate and peppermint filling her nose as she practically hugged the warm ceramic of the cup. Sticking her lip out, she reached out to grab one of the marshmallows floating in the hot drink. With her handful of pillowy sugar, Nova sat down, back to the cup and wings stretched eagerly to wrap around the radiant heat as much as they could.

“Comfortable?” Abby crooned, an amused smirk playing on her lips as she sat down on the couch beside the end table Nova was sitting on. The fairy could only reply with an enthused “Mhmm“ and a nod as her mouth was occupied with too large a bite of marshmallow.

“So- why do you have a tree in here? And,” the moth paused as she got caught up in the twinkling again, “What are those lights?”

“Oh that. Well, that’s a christmas tree, darling. A tradition for the holiday this time of year.” Abby explained, taking a breath herself to enjoy the strong smell of pine, something Nova couldn’t smell through her continued bites of mellow that was big enough to cover her nose. “We decorate it in ornaments and lights, and find gifts below it on christmas morning.”

Nova pondered this, licking the stray bits of sweet off her lips- but missing a bit that clung to the tip of her nose- before looking back to Abby, and tilting her head.

“Oh, Abby, I think you have a bit of the tree in your hair.” She giggled, pointing just above the larger woman’s pointed ear. Abby half reached to feel for the twig, only to pause as an impish smile tugged at her lip.

“This?” Abby questioned, rhetorically, brushing a claw against the green peaking out from behind her ear. It was a lighter color, softer leaves, rather than needles, baring a few ruby berries, and as Abby pulled it from behind her ear, it was also bound by a bow of tinsel.

“This isn’t pine, dear. This is mistletoe.” She clarified, turning it between her fingers. “It’s quite powerful- a sprig of this killed a god, once.” She mused in mock warning. “But now adays it has a different purpose- another tradition- one that I think I’d like to give it to you as a gift for.” She continued, that toothy smirk returning to her features. She lowered it, leaning onto her side to lay closer to her little guest as she held it out to her.

“Oh- but I don’t have anything to give you.” Nova stood up, worried about taking something from the woman that already took her in from the cold with nothing to return. All the same, the pretty little sprig was held out to her, and she took a hold of it.

It was then that the hot, plush feeling of Abby’s lip gingerly met Nova’s cheek, and a very different chill ran up her spine.

“Don’t worry about that, sweetheart. I’m sure we can think of something in return tomorrow morning.” The imp whispered teasingly, tongue flicking from her lip to lick the bit of marshmallow off Nova’s nose, which was suddenly very aware of the smell of peaches and cinnamon that Abby wore mixing with chocolate and mint that being so close to her mouth offered.

Nova had gone from nearly feezing to death, to comfortable and warm, to nearly melting a bit under this sudden change in the attention all around her. Her legs felt a bit like jello, but she smiled with conflicting embracement and relief. What Abby was suggesting was surprising, but the fairy wasn’t exactly apposed to the idea.

“I guess I do have something to offer in return, huh?” She chuckled, cheeks dusted a pretty pink.

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Reblogging this cause it's been a few years. Hope any new people that see it enjoy.

Drink Play Pt. 1 (Vore Warning)

“Is it him again?” One asked.

“Yep, same kid,” another replied.

“Well, who wants to host him today?” The first questioned.

“I’ll do it,” a third answered without a beat passing the owner of the casual voice’s lips. A woman in the middle of securing a disposable frill beneath her short skirt, a thin mesh laced with herbs and spices.

“Aren’t you clocking out in… what, fifteen minutes?” The second speaker cocked her head.

“Yeah,” the volunteer nodded, “I’ll just see if he’ll take me home.” She shrugged, pointing to the original subject of the conversation to indicate who she was referring too. Said subject was a young man standing in line, keeping his eyes down, hand holding the opposing arm and obviously looking to make himself as unnoticed as possible. A funny thought, his soon-to-be-hostess mused, seeing as he was supposed to be a predator.

Keep reading

#safe vore #soft vore #implied vore #vore writing #Giant/tiny #gt #GT writing #myth posts

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madmythologist · 4 months

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tummy with! with a waterfall in it!!! ! ! !! !

:D :D waterfall!! ! ! !

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madmythologist · 5 months

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Thinking about a pred sneaking up on their prey and just like pressing their nose into their back between their shoulders to breath them in. Then their face moves up so their lips can brush the prey's ear.

"You really are too tempting~"

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the “cute” instinct

yeah i’ll post this. not super proud of this little story but how does one grow if one doesn’t share. mostly dialog, thoughts about borrowers being cute in the eyes of humans and how weld takes that personally. its around 1.3k words.

“How did you feel when you first met me?”

“Really confused,” Gio exclaimed, “I was already rattled from falling, and then I saw you.”

The pair’s meeting hadn’t happened under the most ideal of circumstances, and Weld’s fur threatened to bristle at the memory. It was instinct that sometimes still put his nerves on edge around Gio, though he couldn’t help but feel a sort of guilt each time he found himself reacting poorly towards him. If Gio noticed, he never seemed to mind. Weld patted down his hair and hoped the burn on the back of his neck would die down soon. “What’s so confusing?”

“What’s not to be confused about?” Gio laughed, “You’re a living, breathing man smaller than my hand. I didn’t think you were real until you bit me! Everything about you is like a fairytale.”

Weld glanced down at Gio’s hands, then at his own. The back of his neck tingled again as he attempted to envision himself as a human, the image of his younger brother, Dunlin, in his hands. The brief image of the borrower was so small, so breakable in between his palms -- Weld blinked it away with a shudder. He came back to himself, “I guess that makes sense.”

“Yeah,” Gio nodded, “The second time we met, I thought you were kinda cute.”

The borrower reeled between emotions. The lingering, sick feeling from the reminder of his size suddenly gave way to shock. His bewilderment must’ve been clear, because Gio suddenly burst into laughter. “Cute?” He asked.

“I don’t know how else to describe it,” Gio admitted, stifling his laughter, “It’s hard to describe.

Weld didn’t say anything, too baffled by the idea. He fixed the human with an expectant stare hoping he’d elaborate. Gio, who’d successfully stopped himself from laughing before, failed to keep the next snort from escaping. He took a breath, “I don’t know how to put it.”

“Try to put it some way,” Weld pleaded.

Gio thought for a moment. “Have you ever seen a baby?”

“A human baby?”

“No, like, a baby your size. A borrower baby.”

Weld shrugged, “My brother. When he was born.”

Gio struggled to imagine a borrower baby. He recalled the feeling of Weld in his hands, how his weight barely left an imprint on his palm, and how he could sometimes forget he was there if the borrower sat perfectly still. A person a fraction of Weld’s height would be impossible to hold— Gio wasn’t even sure he’d trust himself. Regardless, he tore his eyes away from his palm, and back to the matter at hand. “You were old enough to hold him when he was really small, right?” Gio pressed. “I know you said you’re a couple of years older than him.”

It had been quite a while, but Weld remembered the feeling of holding his brother for the first time. He was five winters old when Dunlin was born on the cusp of spring, welcoming in the warm weather and the end of the frugal snowy season. He’d remembered the way he laughed when little hands pushed at his face and tugged at the fluffy fur of his first coat. He was lucky, then, that his hair was cropped short enough to keep clumsily grabbing hands from ripping at his head. Weld could have marveled all day at little fingers that wrapped tightly around his own. “When he was just born.” Weld nodded. “He was so tiny.”

“Yeah, I can’t even imagine how tiny.” Gio smiled, doing his best to picture Weld cradling a baby. The more he thought about a baby borrower, though, the more anxious the picture made him. Even if it was just a hypothetical, he worried about the particulars of their safety and hoped he would never have to meet one — or, at least, only have to wave from afar.

“What does a baby have to do with me?” Weld asked, tearing Gio from his thoughts. Gio blinked, almost having forgotten the point he was trying to make, long distracted. He made sure to choose his next words carefully—

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” he started, “But when we first met, I kinda thought you were cute in, like, a baby way.”

The confession made Weld’s brow furrow slightly, but he didn’t say anything. Gio took this as a good sign to continue. “It’s not like I thought you were a baby,” he added, “but I couldn’t help but think that you were a little bit cute. I think it’s because you’re so small.”

Weld tried to catch his brother’s eyes, but Gio was masterfully avoiding every attempt. “I’m cute because I’m small?” He asked, confused. “That doesn’t make sense.”

“What? Why not?”

“You don’t think that everything that’s small is cute.” Weld retorted. “You hate bugs.”

It was Gio’s turn to look confused. Baffled, he stared at Weld, before a smile cracked his expression and he couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah,” he chuckled, “But you’re not a bug. It’s completely different.”

Weld didn’t seem convinced.

“Alright, look—“ Gio started, “It’s not just because you’re small. Not every small thing is cute. Right?”

“Okay.”

“Okay. What makes you different is that you look human and you happen to be really small.” Gio paused to collect his thoughts. His cheeks had since turned an embarrassed pink. “Does that make sense?”

Weld tried to imagine the feeling. It was rare he found himself much larger than an insect. An important question came to mind. “How do you know you don’t think I’m cute?”

The gears were almost audible as they turned in Gio’s head. “You mean, like, handsome cute?”

Weld shrugged. “Sure.”

“It’s a different feeling, I guess.” He laughed, “It was more like instinct.”

“Instinct?”

“Sure,” Gio nodded, “Like, some sort of human nurturing instinct. Humans see little things, like babies — or borrowers, too, I guess — and we get so excited. Little, cute things make us want to protect them.” He explained. “I looked it up after I met you and couldn’t get the feeling out of my head.”

Weld mulled it over. He’d noticed the humans he knew looked at him with an affection he couldn’t place, and now he knew the reason. He supposed it made sense. He remembered thinking his baby brother was the cutest thing he’d ever seen when he first held him; his curious eyes, big and brown, his soft fur overgrown like a winter coat, ready to shed away to a patchy pelt as he grew to adulthood. Weld didn’t want to let him go, for fear of losing him.

Gio, uncomfortable with the stretch of silence that followed his explanation, interrupted Weld’s train of thought before he could get any further. “Just so you know, I don’t think you need to be protected, or anything,” he clarified, placatingly holding his hands up so as not to offend. Then, he thought again, “Well, I kinda thought that when we first met— but not anymore! And sorry for calling you cute.”

Weld took a deep breath, and let it out in a soft sigh. He didn’t like the reminder that he might be thought of as a baby, but he couldn’t fault Gio for his instincts. He was only human, after all. “That’s okay.” He shrugged. “It doesn’t bother me. Unless you act like I’m a baby.”

“I can almost guarantee that won’t happen.”

“And,” Weld continued, “It’s okay if you get protective. When you think I need help. Or when I ask. I think it’d be dumb if I didn’t let you protect me.”

Puzzled, Gio tilted his head, “Why? You’re good at protecting yourself.”

“Yeah. But you’re bigger,” Weld gestured, “Being around you keeps me safer. I shouldn’t turn that down.”

Gio knew Weld didn’t like putting his size into perspective if he could help it, but he was glad he felt comfortable enough to accept help. Even if he was just helping passively. He nodded, “There are some things that even you can’t handle alone.”

“Like what?”

“Mostly weird, human things.” Gio grinned, “Get used to the ‘cute’ thing first and we can go from there.”

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