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A Well Deserved Rest [safe/soft non-sexual GT vore with fearplay]

A Tale of the Mystic Woods!

(After so long, i have returned to my fairytale comedy world!!!)

Story Summary/hook/plot: A party of adventurers are tired from a hard day of adventuring and need a place to stay! Unfortunately for them that place is Yonah’s tower, and he loves to play with his food guests.

Starring: Yonah Ha’Esh, Sophia of Orr, Myran the Witch, and our group of adventurers!

Contains: Safe/soft non-sexual GT oral vore. Kick but action (well, i try), Fantasy violence and some gore/blood (think at worst, a smidge of Lord of the Rings level of gore/blood). Lots of swearing. Fearplay.

Word Count: 11,000 words (yeah. Im sorry. I cant write short stories)

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A snap of jaws and a disappointed hiss. They dodged the venomous fangs of the viper head of the dwarf hydra. What a stupid name for something with heads the size of horses! The head reared back to join three of its fellows, a tree boa head, a cobra head, and rock python head. Four of the six heads. While half were venomous, all were dangerous, and Avshi had barely avoided that last strike. They were slowing down, the fight had to end and end soon.

To deter another from the same head Avshi shouted a quick spell and swung their staff to release it. It hit! The pained cries were their reward as magically manifested insects attacked the eyes and exploded into bursts of flame. Having used this spell just last week, they didnt have time to refill it with fireflies, so it mostly distracted the heads with a lightshow than doing any decent damage. That was fine with Avshi, it gave them the opportunity to run behind a boulder.

“Are you ready with that sleep spell yet?”

Tori didnt look up as they furiously re-strung their Oud “Im working on it! I didnt expect the damn thing to grab my oud and smash it! Be fucking thankful only the strings snapped.” Their long ears flicked in irritation.

And pain. Blood trickled from a wound on his shoulder and he winced as he had to tense a muscle to tighten a string. They’d offer to help but Avshi wasnt musically inclined.

“AVSHI, WE COULD USE SOME WIZARDY SHIT OVER HERE!” came a shout from Hilary who was doing surprisingly well! Ok not that surprising, she was very good at what she did. It was only surprising she was still doing so well.

The elf jumped not the back of a non-venomous head and used the thicker scaled spines to hang climb to the base of the skull. With the hydra in a rage the head reared back, telegraphing its strike yet Hilary didn’t move. Not until it was too late. Too late for the other head to get out of the way and the cobra sank its long fangs into its sister.

In theory a hydra should be immune to its own venom, but the envenomed head shrieked and the entire creature reered back in agony.

Had she done it? Defeated it all on her own?

No, that would have been too easy. Still, the head that had gotten envenomed slumped and even as the rest of the creature continued to fight, it shuddered as if it was ignoring an acute pain.

Oren was occupying three heads all on her own, the half fairy had her wings spread. The forest around was too close for her to fly, but the feathers dazzled the eyes and kept the attention on her even as she had one of the heads bleeding from the eyes and one from the mouth. But where was Niran?

They scanned the sky and spotted them, diving. There was one head left unoccupied, the one Avshi had just harassed. But it was regaining its bearings and looked up. Of course it looked up. So Avshi leapt and cartwheeled, spitting sparks from their limbs. The cries of “you idiot!” from Tori were ignored, or rather, Avshi’s momentum wasnt easily stopped. Hopefully it was worth the risk.

The head snapped towards them, shit! They had timed it wrong. The jaws opened as they were tall! They thrust forward their staff, or so they thought, it was really just their arm. The bite force of the hydra would be no match for them. They would crumple between the fangs.

Only, that did not happen. The top of the jaw indeed rested upon their arm. It was still heavy, but there was no force. They peeked around and saw the neck lying on the ground, dark oily blood pooling around a gash.

“Gottit!” Screeched Niran, who had a blade in her talons covered in the same blood, as she hovered a meter away flapping her wings with excitement. Then cried in pain and shock as one of the three TAILS whipped her and she slammed into a tree, going limp.

Avshi was no healer, but Oren was. Only Oren was still occupied by the three remaining heads. But even as they joined Oren, it wasn't enough to let Oren get a break. And as they fought together, they were slowly losing. Avshi couldnt unleash any big magic without too much risk, and most needed more time than they got between breaths to cast. Simple spells only! Oren was slowing down too, magic at the limit, strength failing. Where was Hilary? Fuck, she had been pinned under a massive clawed foot, putting all her effort into being able to breath.

Then music reached their ears, to be heard through the pounding of their blood.

“Tumbala Tumbala Tumbala-laika”

The familiar, soothing melody flowed around them. Making their limbs become heavy.

The world went black.

The world was stars and colors! And their face stung. They sat up to find Tori slapping them in the face. They caught the next slap by the wrist “What about Chai?!” For their fighter… If the spell knocked them all out. For how long?

Tori jerked their wrist back and pointed. Oren had gotten out their sword, not their preferred weapon but much better to slice with than a morning star. Though the hide of the very dead hydra was proving very tough.

“Why is it” Chai grumbled, climbing out of the hole Oren had cut open in the monsters belly, “That when we fight giant monsters, I always end up EATEN?!” she was covered in blood and stomach fluids and did not even bother to try and wipe any of it off as it was deep in every nook and cranny of her armor.

“Not… always” Oren tried to say but Chai glared up at them. It was impressive to see the 4ft dwarf make the near seven foot half-fairy cower from just a glare.

“Let me re-phrase” Chai swung her sword at the hydra corpse “Why is it, when a monster eats one of us, it’s almost always ME.”

None of them could dispute that, now that Chai brought it up.

“We always rescue you!”

“And we always will!”

“That’s not the point!” Chai cried, “it’s always me and never one of you! And it’s always at the start of a fight! And then I dont get to fight! And that’s not fair!” she swung at the hydra again “Its not fair! it's not fair! It’s not fair!”

They let her rage a bit, partly because none of them wanted to poke that bear and partly because now that she said it, now that they thought back, she was absolutely right. Until she started to really carve into the hydra, going for the heads, and Hilary had to intervene.

“Hey hey hey! We took a job to kill a hydra AND harvest it, we need the venom!”

Chai stuck her sword in the ground “Fine, so I will do the harvesting, since i didn’t get to do any fighting.”

What would have taken them maybe an hour working together took 3 with Chai insisting on doing the harvest all on her own, saying the blood and carnage was due to her. Hilary hovered around her, risking getting stabbed with venom coated tools to ensure that everything was collected properly.

Hilary started to hold onto her foot long ears in worry, breaking the illusion that she and Chai were the same height.

When Chai would start to get particularly irritated Hilary reminded her how badly they needed this money, and that her kind of elves were raised in the tradition of hunting beasts so Hilary knows what she’s talking about so please dont slice her ears off.

The long harvest did provide Oren with time to at least start to treat Niran. They set the harpy’s limbs before giving them a healing potion. Pricey, and it does not perform any miracles. But the chance that Niran had no internal bleeding was incredibly slim and such potions stopped all bleeding. Very helpful to keep a grievously injured person alive long enough to get the help they needed. But niran needed more than what Oren could handle, especially without being in healing house with supplies and more hands.

More experienced hands, which were clearly needed.

“I believe I heard of a witch-” Tori began.

Chai stopped them “A witch! You want to take chances on a witch?”

Tori took a breath “I have heard tell of a witch who is *kind* and helps strangers who ask politely, and whose hut was recently seen nearby.”

“How do you know?” Chai accused. “And how recently! You’ve been with us this whole time!”

In response Tori wiggled their long ears, “I have sources! I…” their ears folded back “i hear the elves in the trees while they em gossip and em… decide whether or not to prank us”

Everyone but Hilary and Niran (because the latter was unconscious) looked at them in horrified annoyance. “And when were you planning on telling us this?”

“About the witches hut? It wasn't important, it was a piece of gossip until now”

“No about the imminent pranks that could be pulled on us from the shadows!”

“Oh, well, they’ve always decided against it. And why would I?”

“Why- Because people could get hurt! At least if they decided to attack we would expect it and not react so strongly!”

“But- ” Tori looked distressed and Hilary came to their rescue.

“You all are too familiar with city and country elves that you haven't bothered to learn about forest elves. Different traditions.”

Now the stares were on her. “I also heard the voices, probably better than Tori. OW” she cried as she was struck by something. A small pinecone!

“Which of you threw this!?”

None of them confessed, but Oren muttered under his breath “maybe you deserved it, for keeping shit from us”

That started them all shouting.

Tori’s ears twitched again “Hey everyone stop! I dont think any of us threw it, I think we’ve finally been pranked.”

The moment they said it, laughed erupted from all around in the trees and they all stopped arguing, though tempers did not calm, only redirected. And then honed on the elf that climbed down a tree. A contrast to Hilary’s plum purple skin theirs was a deep green, with bright green ripples. Their hair was straw yellow as well, Hilary’s was red.

“Not the most cohesive group of adventurers, if just one pinecone can set you at each other’s throats!” they laughed.

“Listen dod*” Hilary held her hands palms up, not acknowledging that her friend’s anger had finally disappeared, the astonishment causing it to be forgotten completely. (*Dod means uncle it is not a name)

“We have been tracking this hydra for days, and the fight was hard, we are tired and on edge. Perhaps we can come back to the village to rest and-”

“Not a chance! Your mother and isha’li* are still not on speaking terms and we dont want to add any fuel to that fire.” (*isha’li = my wife)

Hilary clenched her fists, “Fine, can you at least show us to the witch’s hut?”

“Which witch?” her dod smiled.

“The kindly one that we heard gossip, supposedly nearby!” she explained “sorry but their name was not mentioned.”

“Must have been another village’s hunting party, but we do know the witch you speak of.”

And they gave them directions, obtuse ones of course but when in the Mystical Woodlands, obtuse was often the best that one could hope for. Chai, wanting to be helpful, led the way and carried Niran on their back looking like a coat made of feathers. They only got lost once, and only a little bit, before the witch hut came into view. It was more of a mound with hut-like qualities. And surrounding it were wagons! And destroying much of what must be the witch’s garden were the beasts of burden that pulled them. Many muffled voices could be heard as they approached the door. Chai knocked.

The voices did not pause, but after a time the door opened. It unleashed a torrent of noise, happy chatter and singing, and revealed ruddy face of a dwarf who squinted at Chai.

“I dont recognize you… are you trying to crash the party. That is a rather dirty looking shawl, even if feathered shawls were still in fashion it’s a bit uncouth to let one get so decrepid”

“What!?” Chai asked, quite confused.

“The family reunion!” the dwarf said angrily as if this would clarify.

“My name is Chai bat L’SodGivah” then remembering that this witch was rumored to respond well to politeness quickly smiled “my friend is injured and we would be grateful for assistance”

The dwarf blinked “but, I am Pitri Ben L’MassaTzila, a mushroom farmer what-” then he finally noticed the crowd behind Chai and the harpy on her shoulders. “you are here for Myran!” he turned his head almost all the way around to shout.

“MYRAN! YOU HAVE CUSTOMERS!”

“WHAT! DID THEY NOT SEE THE SIGN?” came another voice through all the others which did not quiet down. The dwarf looked sternly at them.

Chai tried as politely as she could to show the dwarf there was no sign.

“YOU FORGOT TO PUT OUT THE SIGN!”

“FUCK I’ll be right there!”

“They’ll be right over”

It took longer than expected for a voice that sounded fairly close by the door for a second dwarf to appear. Clearly related to the first, unlike Chai who had little resemblance aside from being a dwarf. These two had the same ears and same noses, the same eyes, and similar hands. They had rather different expressions of beard fashion however. The first had his beard cut fairly short and with small braids, barely long enough to make the pattern that formed a meaning “all the world is my teacher”. Very profound for someone so plastered. The second dwarf had a much longer beard and with absolutely no order to the decorations, or any cohesion except for possibly a theme: random shit I found on the ground. Buttons made up the majority of the objects braided in, along with trinkets and toys, intact and broken jewelry, and even some animal bones.

“I cannot believe I forgot the sign” they sighed and waved their hand. On the other side of the open door a sign appeared

CLOSED FOR PRIVATE EVENT

DO NOT DISTURB

TRESPASSERS WILL BE CURSED

“Oh don’t look like that I’m not going to curse any of you, the sign wasn’t up yet” they said and bowed with a fist to their chest “Myran Bnei L’MassaTzila. The witch”

They were let in and had to wade through a crowd of dwarves following the witch who had smartly put their pointy hat on so they wouldnt lose them and followed them to the kitchen.

“How long has this party been going on?” Chai asked, having been mistaken by several drunk guests for a niece or daughter or wife and even mother. “I’m not that old!” she had exclaimed, as the person who asked was at least her own age, if not older.

“We do so aplogize for having you work, you could point us to another witch if-” Oren started to say but Myran waved him off.

“Oh don’t bother I needed a break from my great grandmother. Again nagging me to get married, as if she doesn’t know I’ve had a boyfriend for over a year. And just because he’s not a dwarf.”

“IT'S BECAUSE HE’S A CONVICTED CRIMINAL!” came the voice of the aforementioned great grandmother.

Myran shook their head.

It was all a little more information than any of them wanted, and now they were standing in the witch’s kitchen awkwardly as the witch rummaged around cabinets and drawers. Asking them what had happened and becoming more precise until they had handed off half a dozen herbs and jars. Then they stomped their food on the floor.

The ground didnt shift beneath their feet but the kitchen disappeared and in its place was clearly a witch’s workshop. Muffled party sounds came from… actually the direction wasnt clear. Myran had Chai put Niran on a hard pallet that was clearly meant for patients of a particular shape and size (humanoid). And they all let the witch do what witches do.

After a few minutes the witch announced “Your friend sustained much less damage than it initially looked. Cheaper healing draughts will do fine, as well as plenty of rest.” they went over to the table full of the supplies they had brought from the kitchen and started to mix a few. “I will also replace the bandaging. It was well done but should simply be replaced for cleanliness sake I will use that opportunity to apply the healing draught as a salve directly.”

Oren asked if he could watch, as he had some medicinal knowledge but wished for a bit of on the spot training. Myran agreed “It would be very difficult to make things worse”. Oren wasnt sure if he should be insulted but Myran was the host and he was the guest, he had to be polite or he might end up a frog.

Or a mouse. He thought as a cat almost as large as the witch lumbered into the room mrowing for attention.

“No the party is not over it is only day 3.”

The cat mrowed again in what was clearly a questioning voice.

“Eight days! You know this, i told you. I am just helping some folks.”

The cat flicked his huge fluffy tail and immediately locked eyes with Chai who had stepped back. And trotted over to her.

“Wait, no, I’m-” and she sneezed “Allergic…” it was mild but it was annoying. The witch did not call off her cat which proceeded to rub against Chai with evident affection, seemingly unbothered by the occasional sneeze.

Hilary counted 20 sneezes, not really keeping proper time, before Niran stirred and everyone rushed over. Except Chai who tripped over a cat.

The harpy was breathing much easier, and the clean bandages made a huge difference. Myran had even cleaned up Niran herself, getting the detritus and blood from her feathers. Even has her chest rose and fell with ease, her voice was a little shaky. If she were not covered in feathers, it would be clear her chest was very bruised.

“Where are we? Did we kill the hydra?”

“You killed a hydra!” Myran whistled “and you all survived! Im impressed! Do you have some extra venom? Think of it as payment for my helping when im supposed to be on vacation.”

It was explained to Niran what happened and Niran took some medicinal tea and fell asleep. That prompted most of them to think about sleep. And one of them to voice the question that the rest did not out of politeness.

“Um, if you dont mind, is there a place we can stay for the night?”

Myran sighed a very heavy sigh “Normally I would offer a room or even two, but even with many of my relatives sleeping in their carts, Ive got people sleeping on the floor.”

Where could they possibly go that was safe? The elves, or at least the one village, had refused. Staying outside was out of the question. They needed proper shelter. They all looked to each other but no one’s face gave any hope. Except.

“Avshi, do you have an idea?” asked Oren.

“Well…” They said, “There is a chance that my friend Yonah is nearby.”

It was always a chance in the Mystical Woodlands. Even if The Woods seemed to know exactly what someone inside it needed, it doesnt mean it would lead the someone to it. It could decide to be precocious and play keepaway. His friend’s tower could be within walking distance!

“Oh, I believe it is!” Myran said.

That lead to a brief conversation as Avshi and Myran discussed how they knew Yonah. As residents of The Woods, Myran and Yonah had run into each other, but there seemed to be more to it than that. Myran spoke with a high degree of familiarity, and was able to infer that Avshi’s years at the wizard academy had overlapped with Yonah’s.

“Unless the tower has moved since last night. If you can imagine, I ran out of… emm, a few things. I do owe him, canyou make a delivery for me? Consider it payment for my helping out”

“I thought you wanted some hydra venom?”

“This is more important. Just give me a minute to gather the items.”

Logically the members of the adventuring party had assumed Myran had requested consumables from this Yonah. Booze, snacks, maybe a blanket for someone to sleep on. But as they gathered more and more items, increasing in rarity and value, this logic fell apart. All of them were too polite and too unfamiliar with the witch to inquire.

Suffice to say, it took longer than a minute, and then a minute longer for the witch to write a letter and tucked it into the basket of items.

“If it is in the exact same spot as it was earlier…” they gave directions which were mercifully simple, relatively speaking.

They all thanked the witch profusely as they were ushered out. Once again Chai was accosted by several drunk guests who believed her related to them or someone else at the party. At least a few were sober enough to be embarrassed when corrected, that she was the one dwarf at the party who had no relation to anyone else here.

Finally they made it out, the sun was just starting to set. If they were lucky they could make it to Yonah’s before it got dark.

They were lucky! And were even luckier to not run into any difficulties on the way. And it was very obvious when they arrived at their destination.

It looked a little witchy to be a wizard’s abode. A huge orchard and sprawling garden surrounded the more classic looking tower. Many of them were hungry and had to be reminded not to take any fruit. Hilary pointed out that the corner section near the boundary to the forest would be free for those in need to take from. Avshi pointed out that they were not in need, his friend should be able to provide food. It would be more than a little uncouth to show up while eating apples from their host’s orchard.

“So, how the fuck do we get in?”

They were at the base of the tower, but there were no doors and the only window was 50ft up. Avshi looked a little guilty.

“You eh… climb”

The rest of them groaned. Of course. And of course there were thorny vines that crawled up the tower, which provided the means of ascending. This would be fine normally, but one of them was currently incapacitated. The irony of it being the only member of the team who could have flown up was not lost on anyone.

“I think i have enough strength to climb” she said

“You can’t even walk!” Chai pointed out, “Or have i been lugging around your feathered ass for no reason!”

“I have talons, climbing is easier than walking” she insisted. Chai’s disgruntled attitude towards Niran faded as she watched the harpy still struggle to climb, and she insisted she be underneath in case of an accident. And it was painfully slow. Until Oren slipped and was impaled by what was surely a poisonous thorn.

Or rather. Wasnt. The thorns being revealed as illusions, of a sort. One could grasp the long thin shafts, but if you tried to get cut by one, or accidentally scraped up against one, it didnt exist.

“Is this some sort of magical plant? Or is it not a plant and just a complex illusion?” Tori asked. They were asking Avshi, even if they couldnt look at them to indicate this.

“Knowing Yonah, it’s probably both.”

“Woah!!! Does every wizard’s workshop look like this?” Hilary climbed up to the window ledge and out of sight. Tori was next and then Avshi, who gathered enough breath to say.

“No… this is what you get when you’re employed by the Mystical King.”

The workshop had everything a wizard could possibly want, and then some. Multiple desks with drawers of all shapes and sizes. Tools and materials littered the desks. There was a bench that was clearly dedicated to alchemy. There was a fireplace just for making potions and another for more general preparation of materials. Every bit of wall was covered by shelving and cabinets, and the shelves were full of bottles and jars and books and things that even Avshi couldnt identify. There were even things hanging from the ceiling! Baskets and cages and devices!

“I see he’s gathered more junk” Avshi tried to sound less impressed and less jealous than they really were. Was that ether loom? What was Yonah doing measuring fae realm activity?

“Oh, cool, so this is AHHHH” Oren had joined them at the window sill and walked forward. Falling to the workshop floor a few meters below.

They were so distracted by their friends impressive workshop they had forgotten to tell them that Yonah wa-

“THIS PLACE IS HUGE, Avshi is your friend… is he not human? I thought only humans could be wizards?

Seeing them down there and yet the workshop still looked midiscale from where the rest of them sat made their brain hurt.

“Ugh, yeah em, so-”

Niran climbed up and squawked excitedly “Wow! THis place is amazing!” then she looked down and concerned. “What are- oh, my head.”

And they fell down, thankfully landing on Oren.

“Yeah so Yonah is-”

“Holy fuck, this place is a mess! Are all wizards like- FUCK”

Avshi sighed and Tori and Hilarly laughed as Chai too climbed in and fell onto the floor.

“What the fuck is going on here! Is this some wizard trickery or-” Chai demanded as she got off or Oren who had just been relieved of Niran.

“As I was saying, Yonah is half-giant.”

“Bullshit! Only humans can attend the wizard academy” she spat as if she was personally victimized by this (admittedly specisist) restriction.

“Well, half-humans are often allowed but-”

“As if they’d let a half giant? I cant see that happening” she said.

“No… ehhh, they didnt really know…”

As they talked the ones who didnt fall down to the floor carefully made there way down. Avshi showed them to the corner of the windowsill. Once Avshi pointed it out, the ladder was visible to everyone else.

“I wouldnt do that if I were you!” Avshi warned as Hilary started to wander off towards a very interesting and mobile device that sat on its own pedestal off to the side with obvious intent to climb. “We aren't here to adventure, we are here to rest.”

“You aren’t?” said a new, distressed voice from above. “A whole team of adventurers and not a one is here to rescue me. Just my luck”

Somehow the voice managed to be distraught and downtrodden and sassy. Its source was sitting in one of the hanging cages. The group scrambled up to a better vantage point on a workbench to see what had to be a princess.

“He has a captive princess?” Oren sounded a bit put-off

Avshi sighed, they really should know before they-

“We really arent in any shape to rescue-” Oren continued

“I’ll save you princess!” With a running start, Hilary leap up and out, right onto the cage. Causing it to swing. Hilary might just be 3ft tall but her leap and impact on the cage had plenty of force. The princess screamed.

CREEEEEEEEEEEEK

Or they could make fools of themselves. That could be entertaining.

As if on cue low thuds could be heard, and then felt, in the pattern of footsteps. And as they got closer, the shadows in the room grew longer, the lights flickered. The creaking of the cage’s chain quieted but Hilary did not jump off. No one moved much at all.

“Are… should we go?” Tori asked.

“Go where!?” Chai snapped.

But there was no more time to discuss. The trap door in the room flew open and the owner of the tower emerged.

FEE FI FO FUM

The immense figure rose over their heads and the trap door closed with a slam. Half giant maybe, but still plenty large, with arms as thick as tree trunks, and fire behind the spectacled eyes. And yes, in wizard robes. Flashy, brightly patterned, with a matching hat. Smoke rose from under that hat, coming out of the explosion of black curls. He looked around before locking his eyes on the grouped up adventurers.

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Sophia screamed! It sounded like fear but it was delight. The powerful and rare magical items Yonah had set out were far inferior bait to herself! Yonah would get all the credit if she didnt get to play her part. But she had! So she shrieked with all her might.

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Yonah did not know if Myran had called ahead so he could prepare to host visitors or prepare to fight adventurers. So he had prepared for both! He would know which it was when the time came. Still preparations had been made.

First, he set up sophia in a cage and hung it by the oldest, rustiest chain. It wouldnt break, but it would be very obvious if someone tried to rescue her. If they noticed her at all. He set out Some very tantalizing treasures. Which would either fall or cause something else to make noise, if moved.

And he had prepared food! He didnt prepare any extra food, not really, just more variety than he had planned for just him and Sophia. He also got out nice beds, made sure the bathing pool out back was clean and had fresh water. Tidied up the sitting room. It was last minute so he wasn’t going all out, but it was a good excuse to clean up a bit.

When he heard the chain creak and sophia scream, he sighed. He had hoped guests, but he supposed adventurers were just as fun.

First thing first, he got out his staff and pulled at the enchantments he’d set in his workshop. Nothing crazy, just to set the mood, before he stomped up the stairs. He had done enough wizarding today, so it was time to be a monster. It required a lot less brain power to be a monster.

It required very little thought to stomp up the stairs. It took very little thought to take a deep breath and lower his voice and bellow as he lifted the trapdoor to his workshop.

FEE FI FO FUM.

He took another deep breath

I SMELL THE BLOOD OF

Wait SHIT there wasnt just one of them and he KNEW that. He’s been TOLD that! How could he have been about to say the wrong rhyme! Wow, and he called himself a first-rate villain.

Time to switch tactics. Maybe a little bit more thought. He looked around but focused on the cage and the desk where it seemed all the adventurers had foolishly stayed.

“Well well well, what do we have here” he smiled down at them. “Some foolish adventurers here to steal MY princess”

Oh watching the reactions of smallfolk was always so amusing. They pushed the one familiar face to the front. The one in robes as bright as his own, which made a really brilliant contrast to their dark skin. His friend smiled up at him.

“Ehhhh, Hi Yonah, actually! No! I brought-”

“Ah! Avshalom” Yonah chuckled, putting a hand on his desk, leaning casually yet maintaining his threatening aura. “I see you’ve brought me dinner.”

That got the exact reaction he desired: alarmed confusion. Well not exact, they also frozen in place. Pathetic! These folks were professional adventurers and a simple declaration by a giant that he was going to eat them had them petrified. Time to teach them a lesson. He just had to choose his victim.

“Stay- stay back!” yelled the dwarf who drew her weapon pointing it at him. At least someone had some brains.

“You’re the one in my house!” he snarled and moved the hand on the desk to quickly snatch her up, getting the arm holding the blade in between fingers as he squoze.

“Thank you for volunteering to be the first course!”

She spat at him. Good aim too, if not for his glasses it would have got him in the eye.

“Oh so rude, fine, be that way” and he stuffed her into his mouth, taking care to remove any other weapons she might have on her. Wow she tasted AMAZING! Better than any dwarf he had tasted before, which would never admit to Myran. As he swallowed he swore he heard her scream “WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME?!” and though he couldn't chuckle, he believed he had solved that little mystery.

The rest of the adventurers on the desk stood there in shock, even Avshi’s eyes had widened. They were still all there once he had finished swallowing. So he growled at them, or tried his best as he caught his breath, “Are you going to just stand there and feed yourselves to me?”

That’s when a small weight impacted the back of his neck followed up by a sharp pain. The elf! That’s who was missing from the group and she was perfectly positioned to leap from the hanging cage. And dammit she was not easy to shake off, having burrowed into his hair after the assault on his neck. Reaching under his ponytail he felt the warm blood but the wound was not deep and hopefully not-

Fuck. His vision swam from the exquisite pain. Poison. What had Myran said? Fought a hydra? He couldnt even begin to guess which head’s poison this was so a basic poison neutralizer would have to do and if more was needed at least he would be conscious long enough to get such aid.

In his scramble to find the vial of poison neutralizer the adventurers had finally gotten their wits together and scattered, and he could still feel the elf on his head. Trying to stab his head actually. More of his blood ran down his cheek. It hurt a lot but the small blade couldnt even reach his skull. Still, it wasn’t ideal and he gave himself a few seconds to extract the little shit from his now tangled and bloody curls.

He got ahold of the elf and held her by the ears in front of his face, licking his lips. “Elves always taste so sweet! OW!”

He dropped her but he felt her get purchase on his clothing. Not that he cared, he looked in the direction the arrow in his hand had come from! One capable of flight had made it back to the window sill. The arrow had not gone deep at all and he could see as he approached the Harpy struggling to notch another arrow, all her strength spent on the flight and single attack.

Right… an injured harpy Myran had said. Probably shouldn't eat her… that would be too cruel. But he was not above scaring her.

“I’ll save you for later” he said, picking her up and trying, without making it obvious, not to hurt her. This wasnt entirely successful. And the others werent making it easy, something tried to trip him and something else flew by his releasing some sort of powder. Thanks to Sophia’s propensity for activating her curse in front of his face (which creates large amount of purple dust), he avoided breathing any in, though it did sting his eyes.

He opened the hanging cage and placed the harpy inside. “I think i’ll rpluck you clean, then roast you, like a chicken.” Sophia climbed out and onto his shoulder laughing uproariously.

“Dont worry Yonah, ive been keeping my eyes on them! There is a druidic half fairy and it would be very tasty.”

Good a mission. A fairy eh… he closed his eyes and sniffed. Yes. he smelled it.

When he opened his eyes he was looking at a cabinet. Closed. He opened ione door. Nothing.

Opened another. Nothing.

Wait! Some of his jars moved.

There!

“ON YOUR LEFT!” sophia shouted.

So confusing as she was sitting on his right shoulder. That’s where he looked first.

The half elf, it was on his alchemy bench! It had out a flute and music filled the air.

Logically he knew there couldnt be twenty of the same half elf when before there was just one, but the tune. The music said ‘no, there are twenty! Its a feast, you should gobble up every last one’

Try as he might, he couldn't get his hands on any of the tasty little buggers.

A new tune filled his brain. It entered his right ear and chased the offending tune out the left. His vision cleared.

“HEY! THAT’S NOT FAIR!” Yelled the half elf above Sophia’s singing, “Having your princess-” they were silenced when Yonah finally snagged his target.

This time when his hand got shot, he did not release it, he embraced the pain and brought the little bard to his mouth.

---

“Fancy meeting you here”

Chai didnt have to see to know Tori had a guilty shit eating grin on their face.

“Oh we are so fucked” she said. “This is how we die! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!”

Tori had conjured up a little light and it was SO MUCH WORSE. Never, in all the times she’d been eaten, had she been made to SEE the fleshy death prison. The pulsing pink walls, the disgusting fluids. To make matters worse, there was Tori.

“FUCK”

She grinned as she removed her foot from that formerly smug face.

---

It was hard to focus now with two idiots fighting inside his guts but he had to! These adventurers may be tired and unprepared for fight, but if he let his guard down they could seriously hurt him. Probably not kill him in battle, but there was a decent chance of taking him down and surely they would want to cut out their friends. That would kill him. If they didnt kill him before performing such an extraction.

No. No. Sophia wouldnt let that happen. Avshi woudlnt let that happen! However he really didnt want to end up in the possible future where his friends would be negotiating for his life. He would end the fight soon… he just wanted one more morsel. That half-fairy. He really wanted that half fairy.

That half-fairy flew by his face AGAIN, this time casting some sort of spell. Yonah closed his eyes and held his breath again.

The half-fairy swore as even from his closed eyelids he could see the flash of light.

He opened his eyes and turned around to chase after them.

What followed was a veritable game of cat and mouse. Or cat and bird. Yonah suspected he was being led on, he just had to figure out to what end!

Avshi was still on the workbench, not helping him, not helping the other adventurers. They looked conflicted, eyes wide, gripping their staff and pointing it at Yonah occasionally, but pointing it at Oren too.

“DONT JUST STAND THERE!” Screeched the harpy. It was so shrill it was like a saw on Yonah’s brain. “Why aren’t you DOING SHIT!?”

Avshi didnt have an answer. They must have assumed Yonah was just playing, they were right but Yonah was really selling it, and now he wanted to sell this betrayal.

“Because they are my friend! And they always bring me the most entertaining dinners”

Yonah wished he could see the expressions of the two he’d eaten as they kicked up a new storm of protests. The harpy shrieked again “Avshi is a hero! They would never!”

“Wouldn’t they? I’ve already eaten two of you and. Oh!”

He finally spotted the fairy again. By the window. A strategically smart choice, they had in practicality infinite space behind them should they need to flee. But they wouldnt flee, they woudlnt leave their friends.

He stepped forward.

And a knee gave!

Then CRACK, both knees hit the floor, the pain exploding though his nerves and he roared. He struggled to his feet, leaning on the knee that hurt slightly less, and saw the elf run out from under his robes. Anger flared and he snatched her up.

“Another for the dessert cage” He laughed through the pain. Then swung around with the cage in front of his face.

The half-fairy slammed into it, the magical spear they had summoned dissipating into golden sparkles. They screamed as they tried to fly away, only to tear at a wing that got caught in the rusty metal. Yonah turned the cage around to grin at them.

“You can eat me just let the others go!” they begged.

Yonah smiled wider as he peeled the fairy off the cage. “I already ate them, and I was going to eat you regardless!”

Ugh the half fairy’s wings! Tricky to eat without harming them! So he didn’t try too hard to avoid that. They’d be bruised but nothing broke. But it was worth it. The fairy was big and would be so filling. And most important, tasted amazing. There is no way to describe it other than magically delicious.

All the while the two in the cage screamed. At him. At avshi. And we’re sobbing as the last swallow sent their friend to his stomach which was now obviously full and twitched with its lively occupants. The fight was over. He sat at his desk, sighing from the relief in his knees and his fullness.

“A glorious meal!” He declared as he poked at a thoroughly embarrassed Avshi. “I must thank you for finding such tasty victims!”

Sophia climbed down to Noogie them, “good job.”

“Please, don’t.” Avshi muttered.

---

Being eaten was bad. Being defeated? That was worse, it meant that they were going to DIE.

“This is your fault!” Chai elbowed Tori.

“My fault! You’re just looking for someone to blame!”

“Its Avshi’s fault.” Oren growled, trying again to claw at the walls but only ending up with handfuls of mucous. “We will get out of here! We just have to think.”

“Thinking isnt escaping! You’re out of magic, neither of us have weapons and the princess can out sing our bard! Fuck fuck fuck. Move the fuck over!”

The stomach was getting more active and the sharp burning pain all over her skin was getting worse. Shoving her feet at the opposite wall she grabbed Tori and swapped places. Tori screeched with pain as their face went under briefly, their exposed skin covered in fresh acidic fluids.

Oren was doing his best to use his wings as a shield, but his back stung and the feathers were soaked and heavy and aching. Fluids may accumulate at the bottom of the chamber but they secreted from every inch of flesh.

---

“Damn,” Yonah tried to move his knees and one did with a great deal of pain, another refused. He looked at the cage, at the Elf who glared back down at him. His eyes had actual fire, but her’s were hotter.

“What did you do?”

“You think i’m going to-”

“Was it more poison?”

The scrunched expression confirmed his guess. “And yet I can’t even move the other!”

Avshi hopped own onto it and yonah roared again. “FUCK.” Avshi didnt say anything but poked and prodded at it. “Oh yeah, this is broken, just a tick tho- YIPE” They squeaked as Yonah grabbed them and placed them back on the desk.

Then reached across the desk to a set of drawers and pulled out one of his precious vials of healing potion and popped the cork.

“Fuck” he hissed, “Can’t take this until i let them out.”

“YOU’RE WHAT!?” Screeched the harpy and yonah sighed “Avshi, you explain.”

What had the monster just said?

“LET US THE FUCK OUT YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” Chai screamed.

That earned another jab from the outside

“So impatient!”

“GAHHHHH” she had no words but with renewed vigor did her best to give the giant an aching belly. Tori and Oren helping her. They all knew from the contented humming that it wasnt working but it made them feel better.

---

For all Avshi had insisted they knew yonah was going to let their friends go, they still looked visibly relieved as yonah finally said it. Even as yonah chuckled as said friends became irate at this. Hilary and Niran, still in the cage didnt believe it at all, calling him a liar. Those in his stomach, though it was harder to understand the words, were either pissed about being made to think they were going to die or also didnt believe it and wouldnt until they were let go. Understandable.

It would help if Yonah did indeed spit them up but the giant wizard wasnt interested in doing so immediately as he put his hands on his knees and stood up. Hold that. Nope. that hurt too much. He used his staff to get to his feet and make his way over to the cage to unlock it and held out his hand. The two women backed away and he sighed.

Then he screamed as his hand was assaulted! He withdrew it with both of them attached. With his other hand he removed the harpy before he flicked his wrist. He flicked his wrist in an upward direction and the elf lost her grip to be launched into the air. And was quickly snatched in the same hand as she began her descent. Instead of placing them on the workbench he let them go onto the top of the cage. Less confined but not a place to easily run away.

“I’m not going to eat you.”

No surprise that didn’t win them over. New tactic.

“I’m not going to hurt or kill you.”

This was minimally more believable and then he added, looking directly at Niran, “I was told you were injured, I’m not going to do anything to harm you more. Also you have too many feathers.”

Niran ruffled said feathers but did not move, “you said you were going to pluck me! And roast me alive!”

“I did say that, but I’m not. I dont cook… people… I am not an ogre or a troll.” He extended his arm up to the cage again.

“What about me!” Hilary demanded.

That was a trickier answer.

“Perhaps I will, indulge a little later” he licked his lips “but would let you go.”

Hilary was still untrusting, but she could believe he wanted to still eat her, and Niran had by now decided to scramble onto the giant’s arm. Hilary was pleased to see Niran was not being careful of how her talons gripped into the giant’s flesh. The trickle of blood down the arm didnt result in any retaliation from the giant so perhaps he was telling the truth. And Hilary climbed into the open palm. She failed to stay standing as he drew back his hand and walked over to the bench. He was about to set them down but Avshi smacked him with a bit of magic.

“Yonah! Stop fucking stalling and release my friends. NOW.”

So instead Yonah snatched Avshi up rather roughly. Sophia leaped onto the arm and hung on, climbing up to his shoulder. Since he needed at least one hand for this he pushed Avshi into a pocket and with great effort went to the window.

“Fuck, i can’t get out of my damn tower! I’ll need. Ugh i hate wasting these!”

He reached into a sleeve and tossed down a small piece of quartz.

CRACK! He was outside! On the ground! But also down one port crystal.

“Yonah…” Avshi got out their staff again as yelps came from his middle.

“Just a moment” Yonah winced, as he set his eyes on his destination.

---

“What the FUCK! What is going on!” Demanded Chai. Something magical had happened, and she had no idea what.

“Why dont you go outside and find out?” Tori snorted.

The chamber then squished considerably, and a moment later, lurched violently.

---

Judging by the size of the wriggling mass that made its way up his throat, it was the half-fairy. Effort was almost so great that he couldnt enjoy the burst of flavor from said half-fairy as it reached his mouth. Almost.

They came out cursing. Good. That meant they were perfectly fine! He reached into his mouth and felt clawed hands grasp his fingers. He pulled out the most disheveled looking half-fairy in the realm before SPLOOSH, dropping them into the bathing pool.

Next was the…

---

“I am NOT going last!” Chai dragged Tori back into the chamber as it convulsed again, “ I got here first so I should be next!”

“It doesn’t matter!” Tori insisted but Chai was stronger than them and at the next lurch got herself into position to be squeezed up and out.

---

Finally the half-elf exited his throat and lay on his tongue. But did not spit them out. He was not done getting his taste. He was not done being a bastard. He reached into the river to get a handful of cool water into his mouth, swishing it around to clean off the sour fluids from his treat.

His audience watched with horror, but did not make any direct comments on his actions.

With the little morsel now a little more clean he could taste them proper again. And he rolled his tongue around a few moments as he watched the rest of the smalls.

All the adventurers except for Avshi were washing up in the pool, there was a pile of clothes by the river where Avshi was set to laundering. A punishment from their party members which they had accepted with dignity. Chai was submerged to her nose in the pool and was content to be like a rock. Hilary had her big black eyes locked on him, reflecting the starlight.

Niran was helping Oren with his feathered wings. The ends of the feathers were raw and curled and brittle from the exposure to the acids. He had totally forgotten! He crawled over to them, which spooked them. From a pocket he drew out a small bottle and with a little encouragement the Harpy took it and sniffed the contents. Her eyes widened and she glared at him before taking out a small dab of goo and mixing it with water before applying it to the feathers. Oren shuddered as the suds were rubbed in, not with pain, but with relief.

What was that bard doing! That was very brave, and very dangerous.

Yonah stuck out his tongue which the bard clung to, with hands, and teeth! They had decided to bite back. That earned them a pinched midsection and a nice bellyflop into the water.

“That was very stupid” Yonah said with a slight slur as his tongue felt so odd, “I could have bitten down!”

“Fuck you!” Was all they said before stripping and hastily getting every bit of offending stickiness off their skin.

“Very forward, not so surprising from a bard” Yonah winked at Tori “Maybe later.”

Tori’s ears folded back with fear and embarrassment and said nothing. Chai finally took pity and waded over to hand them some soap. It was lavender scented.

Yonah flopped down on the cool mossy ground next to the pool, his whole body ached from he fight and from throwing up three people. He winced as a few arrows stuck in his person shifted. Arrows that, in all the excitement, he hadnt noticed. Sophia came over to him with a cloth and healing salve. Not nearly as powerful as the one Niran had been given, nothing so magical, just to keep his wounds clean.

“Is this really the duty of a princess?” Hilary asked as Sophia yanked the second arrow out.

“That’s not a princess!” Chai snorted “that’s a minion!”

Yonah grinned “she’s a bit of both”, then he remembered the potion! He downed the healing liquid in one gulp. Even if it took a minute to start working, just knowing relief was coming was a start.

Sophia smacked his nose with the bloody cloth “I am a princess! I am not just a bit of a princess.”

She paused in her work to bow to the company “I am Princess Sophia of Orr, captive to the great and terrible Yonah Ha’Esh. We are pleased to be your hosts.”

Most of them looked bewildered at this. One of the Mystical Kings' own children? They looked to avshi for confirmation and they nodded.

“What makes you think we are staying?” Chai snorted.

“What makes you think you’re leaving?” Sophia shot back, “None of you are in any condition to be out in the woods at night! Even if you all stuck together.”

“No thanks to your giant!” Oren pointed out, trying to stretch his wings and wincing.

“Aw I was just playing” Yonah sighs “It had been a while since I got to battle adventurers! I told Myran not to tell me anything about you, I didnt want to have an advantage.”

“You KNEW we were coming and you STILL ate us!?” Tori couldnt beleive what they were hearing.

“Hmmmm yes, i wanted a nice appetizer. Or you can think of it as… payment.”

“We would have rather just paid you money” Chai points out.

“I dont need money. I'm a royal mage.” He rolled onto his back and placed sophia on his chest where she lay down as well. He put a hand over her and stroked her.

“That’s bullshit!”

“No, he really is” Avshi said, “i told you before.”

“And I much preferred getting to eat you. Pity im only half-giant, i could only fit three of you in. So only three of you have paid your rent so far.”

Niran froze “but… you said…”

Yonah waved hand at up at the sky dismissively “yes yes, I wont eat you, but the elf… hilary was it? I still want payment from you. Oh and Avshi of course.”

“Yes, Avshi, what do you say to that!” Chai sneered and all eyes except for yonah;s were on them.

Avshi just shrugged “Wouldnt be the first time”

“Uch!” Chai rolled her eyes and splashed water in their direction “All this time! You knew this could happen! That he would eat us!”

“And that he would spit you out!”

“It's kind of my thing” Yonah admitted “Its delightful good fun to be a villain, but I’m not interested in taking lives so thoughtlessly!”

“Not… interested?” Hilary asked, not so sure she liked that choice of words.

“It’s a lot easier to not spit people up. Takes a lot more thought to be merciful once ive gotten someone into my stomach, and it really wants to keep you tasty little morsels.” as if on cue his stomach growled loudly and he pat it affectionately. “My stomach is demanding I stuff one of you back in, but I dont think it’d let me be merciful again tonight” he laughed.

Only Sophia and Avshi knew that he was joking.

“Speaking of food!” he sat up, sophia falling into his lap, and looked at them with hungry eyes. “I think it's near time for dinner.”

---

All thoughts of leaving were gone by the time they were eating the dinner Yonah had set out for them. He had gotten out a very nice table to set on his larger one, and set a cushion on each chair! To go with the food he put out jugs of wine and cider. Finally he sat down. Fuck. Even with the healing potion he knew he shouldn't be walking so much, he dreaded what state his knees would be in tomorrow.

Yonah used another teleport to get back into the tower, after Avshi took the crystal to the workshop.

Then came the real difficulty. Getting down the stairs to the kitchen. Slow steps down the stairs, using his staff as a crutch.

He needed booze. He reached for the cider that he had just put down.

Giant’s Booze was rather low in alcohol but so delicious that it was still easy to get drunk on.

But the food. The food! Chai was sure she had never eaten so well in her entire life, and judging by how little anyone was talking and how enthusiastically they were eating, her friends thought the same. There was lamb stew spiced with… that was dwarven spices, from HER mountain, he couldn't have known. And a squash soup loaded with plenty of vegetables. Spiced flat bread that paired perfectly with the cucumber and tomato salad and bean paste.

“You must visit more” Yonah said to Avshi “especially if you bring such exciting guests!”

“Yonah you cant eat everyone I adventure with.” Avshi laughed.

“Not with that attitude! But if you call ahead, I would consider” he winced as a brief shot of pain went through him “I would consider not tormenting them.”

“Promise?”

“I dont think a villain can make promises” Yonah winked.

“You’re an ass.” Avshi pointed out.

“I do try my best”

Tori finally stopped inhaling soup to speak with Sophia.

“How did you know how to cancel out my song?” they asked “That style of interference is a technique that Beit Ha’Kolanu* teaches, but you said you’re a princess!”

(*house of our voices)

Sophia grinned “Yonah had a bard come around to give me some pointers. And with my princess vocal training, picking up some bardic techniques was simple!” She would not give up the name of the bard.

Hilary was still eyeing yonah nervously, “You… wont be taking payment tonight will you?”

It took a moment for Yonah to register she was talking to him and he disengaged from catching up with Avshi.

“What, oh, no no no, that would be so rude of me.”

“Since when do you care about being rude!” Sophia called him out “You’re just fucking tired and don't want to toss up your dinner!”

“Both can be true!” Yonah said “but I am thinking about having a royal dessert”

Sophia ran a hand through her braid “we’ll see about that- Yipe!”

He took her in a hand hand brought her to his face to lick her “Maybe I should have dessert early!”

“Woah woah!” Chai shouted,out of her chair and with a knife in her hand. A dinner knife.... Niran screeched, and Oren spread his wings in a show of aggression.

“What kind of villain are you! Your princess doesn't deserve being eaten! His Mystical Majesty would kill you!”

Yonah didn’t respond, for he had one of Sophia’s arms in his mouth. Sophia shoved at his face

“He’s being greedy!” she huffed “I rarely deserve it anymore, if i ever did.”

It took a moment for them to realize that of course, if the giant and princess were being so casual about it, he wasn't intending to kill his captive. For one thing, it was extremely rare for giants to do that, and for a second…

“How long have you been a captive?” Tori asked.

“Oh, about three years” Sophia yanked her hand out of Yonah’s mouth but he just licked her face. “Gross!” she yelled “Why must you do that at dinner! It's so gross!”

“Better her than me…” Hilary whispered but not quiet enough for Yonah to miss it. His ear twitched and he licked his lips.

“I could swap!” he said, but he didn't. He set Sophia down and she wiped herself off before finishing dinner.

---

Morning came and his fears were confirmed. Knees nearly the size of his head they were so swollen. It was only with magical assistance that he managed to get out of bed, but he couldn’t make it to the kitchen. Stairs were not happening. He made it to the living room, picked out a few books so he wouldn’t have to get up for new ones, and sat on the couch. Then lay down on the couch, propping his feet up. That helped.

“Hey IDIOT!”

Oh right. His royal dessert. He’d be happy to spit her up… if he wasn’t so disinclined to move for the next several hours. At some point he would have to! He’d need to eat, need to use the toilet… he’d need to get to find someone to heal his knees. But right now, he just wanted to lay on his couch.

Sophia grumbled at his reluctance but did understand why, so she didn’t insist on being released just yet. So he’d get his few hours on the couch with his books. And a belly full of princess. It would be so pleasant if it weren’t for the throbbing pain.

Did he smell smoke? That was definitely smoke. From the kitchen.

Since sophia could hear him he groaned very loudly before making his slow painful way down the stairs to the kitchen to find 6 small people attempting to cook on his stove and use his toaster. They weren't exactly failing, but were having some difficulties.

“I have smaller appliances” yonah growled making them jump, thankfully none of them fell, not off the counter nor into any heated appliance.

Instead of retrieving such things he sat at the dining table and directed his guests to each location. Avshi did a little magic to direct airflow and remove the smoke smell caused by bread stuck in his giant-sized toaster.

“We were trying to make food for you as well” Avshi said.

“That’s… nice” Yonah frowned a bit, suspicious.

“Some of us objected!” Chai added and Yonah grinned. “But Avshi was… persuasive.”

“I am grateful for the effort, if you think you can manage it, kasha and eggs would be a fine breakfast.”

They could manage. Boiling the buckwheat and scrambling eggs wasnt so hard at a larger scale, especially with Avshi providing some kitchen magic, with Yonah’d direction.

“These are basic spells Avshi!” yonah chided.

“I don't really need cooking spells on adventures” Avshi pointed out.

Not as fantastic as dinner had been, but still a very enjoyable meal was prepared. Piles of toast and jars of jams were opened even though yonah protested at a few, made with rarer berries and fruits, there wasnt much he could do about it.

“Will your princess be joining us?”

He wasnt really sure who said it since siad princess thrashed, visibly, in his stomach while yelling to be let out and if he takes one bite of food with her still in she’d make him regret it. But he barely noticed with all the eyes on him. It was annoying to feel embarrassed about it, Sophia was fine! They’d all been told the details last night. And most importantly, he couldn't get up to spit her up in the sink. He had to do it here, at the table.

It was challenging as he couldnt even stand to get a better angle, but he managed it. And with a CLUNK Sophia hit the table and started to cuss him out. How he could have done this when he had woken up! When he walked into the kitchen and was already standing and could reach the sink! but NOOOOOOOO.

Yonah chose to take a cleansing swig of water and then use a cleaning spell on Sophia before she dismissed her glass form and took seat at the midsize table full of silent seated figures.

“Well? Don’t tell me you’ve never seen someone spat up before! I mean aside from last night. If this made any of you lost your appetites I will be severely disappointed.” and she took a piece of toast and a large spoonful of yonah’s most valuable jam.

They did manage to eat breakfast, and even clean up.

Yonah insisted they make their way to the living room, not upstairs to the workshop, when the adventuring party began to say their farewells. Most were intrigued and/or confused, with Chai being suspicious. Once again Yonah lay on his couch, though only after he picked out a few more books, smallfolk sized, and a scroll. He also piled some pillows to properly elevate his legs. It was very awkward but the relief was very worth it.

The adventurers had been all placed on an ottoman next to the couch. Sophia sat on Yonah’s chest with her own book, thoroughly uninterested in what was going on and making sure everyone knew this.

“You’re very good adventurers” Yonah mused.

“Excuse me?” Chai squeaked.

Yonah snorted “Look at me! You nearly took me down and that was with three of your lot out of the fight, and the rest of you tired from a day of adventuring already. Of course, i was holding back, didnt want to hurt my guests.” he chuckled, “but you gave me a run for my money.”

“We werent being paid by you… to fight you.” Oren pointed out.

“No. No you werent, so how about instead I pay you to adventure for me?”

“EXCUSE ME?” Chai nearly choked, “we are NOT accepting money from an evil wizard! Certainly not one who ATE THREE OF US!”

“Hush!” Tori elbowed her.

“But, he’s evil! We’re the heroes, our reputations!” She continued to protest.

“I am not hiring you as an evil wizard” Yonah corrected her, “but as a royal mage. His Mystical Majesty has authorized me to fund quests should the situation call for it. And the situation calls for it.”

He lifted up a hand and twirled it in the air, making the books and scroll he got out earlier levitate and open to fall upon the ottoman in front of the now curious smalls. Old books that he had managed to untangle about 90% of the mysteries of, and a scroll that remained wholly incomprehensible. All this led to the locations of a few magical items as well as means to do some reconnaissance on decaying fey realm structure. King Ben needed to beef up the protective wards on sensitive parts of the forest.

Not that the adventurers needed to know this. Their job was to solve a few puzzles, survive the treacherous quests, and bring back the items and information. They didnt need to know what it was all for, even if they begged to know.

“I’ll tell Avshi upon your return, but i will have Eli draw up a contract that they will regret breaking should they tell the lot of you. Oh fuck i forgot! You all need to sign a contract for this quest” none of them looked happy, in fact they all looked like they were about to turn down the job.

“Dont worry,” yonah said which only made them worry more, “It’s just an employment contact for the king’s records, budget stuff mostly. Ok it has some magic binding but it just lets us know if any of you die on the job, it wont curse you for abandoning the story”

Finally he told them how much they’d be paid and Chai nearly fainted. No one had anymore objections.

“What’s the catch?” Chai asked when she got her wits back.

Yonah took a deep breath.

“Before you do any of this” he waved a hand at the books and scroll. “I really need you to fetch me a witch to fucking fix my knees”

[FIN]

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bio-nerds-corner · 2 years

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Warden’s Mistake

basically, one day many months back i went into a mad haze and did a lot of medical research. as i do. and then i thought too much about ‘taurs.

PLEASE keep in mind the below tws, i pulled a few punches but its still a pretty grim scene.

tws for medical equipment, unwilling hard vore, strangulation, mentions of digestion

oh and i didnt actually finish it. sorry.

The Warden is busy. The Warden cannot take visitors to the Vault.

The Warden has much work to catch up on. He cannot entertain guests, and the prisoners will not be seen at this time. He is the authority in this prison, and will not be undermined.

The Warden had… made a mistake. And is working diligently to fix it. Please do not worry, the safety and containment of the prisoners is not at risk due to this mistake. But there will be no visitors.

The Warden will not divulge as to the increase in orders of regeneration potions and will thank you for honoring his privacy in this manner. The Warden will thank you for not inquiring as to the parenteral medical structures that have been ordered and shipped into the depths of the Vault.

Thank you.

...

He is so heavy-feeling these days. It’s so hard to focus on the paperwork in front of him, to focus on the tiny threading needles that he’s been trying so hard to figure out properly, to feel anything except the flailing inside of him that would just not stop moving.

Sam leaned heavily on his desk, front hooves arranged as comfortably as he could make them under him, and pressed his forehead against the platform with a groan. His hind-stomach whined in agreement, and he clenched it tightly. One of the prisoners stopped moving, and jabbed him in the side where it was quickly growing tender.

“Gonna have to spit me out sometime, Warden! Looks like you can’t go on much longer like this!” he called mockingly, clear in Sam’s ears from the vibration sent up his bones. He grit his teeth.

“I’m working on it,” he eventually said, hissing out a breath as the other prisoner twitched and pressed an elbow up against his diaphragm.

“Like you’re working on getting me out, right?” he asked. His voice was high and reedy, but at least he had stopped screaming from the experience. Was that a good thing? He decided it was a good thing.

“Yes, Tommy, I’m getting to it.” He didn’t want to really go into much detail about it, given the fact that by the very nature of all of this, he cannot keep a secret from the prisoner that he wanted to stay in.

He tried to go back to fiddling with the Y-connector valve that was supposed to be attached into his vein. How he would be able to do that single-handed, he didn’t know yet. But that’s what he needed to figure out. Maybe he could do it along one of his front legs, so he could have access with both hands. It would be much preferable if it was closer to his heart, but he couldn’t afford to accidentally injure himself so severely. And like hell was he going to suck up his pride and ask Ponk to lend a medically-trained hand with this.

No. Best to find ways that never ever involve him again. He’ll figure this out himself.

He shifted slightly to lean some weight forward more, feeling the nauseous sensation of two bodies leaning forward as well, throwing him off-balance.

His stomach rumbled again, slow and angry now. He sent it a silent curse, and told himself that all he had to do was finish setting up the intravenous drip and it would be all fine. Keep himself tense enough to not let the prisoners slip into his hind stomach, get the drip flowing, and he won’t need to deal with the hunger any longer. It’ll be fine.

Then at long last he’ll be able to focus long enough to figure out how to get Tommy out. Nothing surgical, he can’t do that while still awake and the other prisoner could get out during the incision. Could he drop one of the prisoners into his hind stomach and attempt to regurgitate the other? No, he cannot guarantee the safety of the other, he wasn’t that good.

He was idly thinking about maybe using a line of thread or drinking something that would only affect one of the prisoners as he pushed himself onto four feet, leaning backwards with the extra weight. What would work?

Tommy yelped and the other prisoner thrashed and pushed himself away in that movement, snarling animalistically. He hissed low under his breath in half-hearted retaliation, but to be honest he barely listened to half the things the prisoners said. Even with their words vibrating directly into his inner ear, his head was too full of other things. He needed to work better.

He adjusted the hanging stand of nutrient solution slash regeneration potion where it stood near his desk, and paused for a second. Would it be ok if he just…

In a moment of weakness, he took a bottle of the excess slurry and sipped from it, and his mouth positively shouted with delight for something, anything, to salivate over. It tasted horrible, but that didn’t matter.

Then he heard twin shrieks of horror and disgust, and realized why he shouldn’t have done that. Not only was it unsanitary, it would probably mostly soak into their skins and clothes, and now he would get so little from it.

For the first couple of hours he had considered quite seriously the possibility of installing some gastric tube to transport some golden carrot mush or something that could feed the prisoners, though eventually vetoed that idea when he remembered that he had done this in the first place to ensure he was still fully functional, while able to keep an eye on the prisoners every moment. A gastric tube would definitely prevent that.

Well. It had been intended to be prisoner, singular. He wasn’t happy with what had happened - the prisoner’s desperate grab for Tommy, his distraction at just the wrong moment, and now they were stuck together and he couldn’t figure out how to get them apart from one another! His bruised organs could barely tell the difference between the two shapes anymore at this point - there was no way he could even choose which one to spit up.

He was positively drooling, holding the bottle of unappetizing pink gunk, and with a sigh he put it down and focused his attention towards the prisoners in his fore-gut. Tommy was screeching and, he could feel, desperately wiping himself down. The prisoner was hissing and trying to push himself further away. “What even was that!” He exclaimed with fury.

Abruptly, like a weight crashing down over him, Sam was just so tired of all of this. He needed to fix his hunger situation, then he needed to fix the Tommy situation, then he needed to fix the situation with the maximum security vault that required this in the first place, and then he needed to… he needed to…

He was back down on his haunches again, blinking blearily. “Potion. Nutrients. ‘S for me.” He said. Belatedly, way too late to be any good, he remembered that some potions had a mild sedative effect, and that he had been up almost a day and a half now. He’ll have to remem’er that for when he installs the drip, prolly add some caffeine or som’n…

Sam stretched out on the dark floor, carefully adjusting his fore-gut so he wouldn’t be leaning on it , fluffed up his fur in a yawn, and fell immediately into a sleep. Not even the desperate thrashing of the prisoners could rouse him.

...

Dream was bored and miserable and angry. No amount of fighting and pushing on Sam’s stomach all around him could dispel the angry energy, the springiness just made him even more riled up. It was dark and dank and too warm and smelled vaguely of something rotten and Tommy was shoving a knee too close to him AGAIN.

The muscles around them had gone slack. It wasn't rigid under his palms anymore, and there was a slow rise and fall of breathing near him that meant the Warden was asleep. Which meant this was his best chance of getting out of here. Or at least, getting some revenge for being shoved up again Tommy Innit for a whole day at this point.

Tommy had curled up against one of the sides at this point, leaning his head on the pinched closed portion of the stomach, where it led to… wherever else in Sam’s body. Dream didn’t know nor care about creeper anatomy. Though, if he were to guess, since he and Tommy weren’t rotting in a pool of acid here, that was probably where it actually all happened.

A thought occurred to Dream, in a flash of insight. He still had the book stashed in the depths of his inventory, and if he played his cards right he might get a little more comfort in here and an easy way to make sure he could get Tommy where he wanted him.

He thought for a moment, then jabbed an elbow as hard as he could into Sam’s side. The creeper’s breathing barely shifted. Good. He was well and truly asleep.

It wasn’t premeditated first-degree murder if you plan on bringing him back afterward? It’s more like… safekeeping. That sounded better. Tommy put up a fierce fight when he sprang for him, screaming and pounding on the walls around him like Sam would even be able to do anything to help him in this scenario awake, though that quickly died off when Dream’s hands were firmly around his neck. It was almost disappointingly easy, though he supposed that he had desperation on his side, and weakness from hunger on Tommy’s.

And then Tommy Innit was dead. Dream… Was a little surprised he got this far. Now he just had to… Ah, yes.

(It turns out it is a lot harder to remove body parts when your only weapons are your hands, and your only surface for leverage is the soft smooth muscle of a stomach. It was messy, and definitely more than a little traumatizing, but well. Dream had absolutely nothing better to do with his time than try to figure out how to break open a man’s chest and pull out their heart bare-handed.

I spare ye the details.)

With the heart placed reverently in his inventory (it needed to stay safe. This was the entirety of Tommy that he had left, that he could use to bring him back. He may be unto a god, but he wasn’t about to go throwing away his guaranteed form of resurrection with something so precious as Tommy’s life. Better to be safe.) he scooted uncomfortably around the body towards the sphincter. In the blood that had dripped into the floor and Sam’s continued sleep, it had relaxed a lot. With a shove, he pushed a hand through, and could feel even hotter air on the other side. A whiff of bile hit him, and he coughed. Well, it shouldn’t be too hard to get Tommy through, it was made for this after all.

At the low angle that Sam had rested his stomach at, it was easy to leverage the corpse up and through the sphincter, where he heard a distant splash. He turned away. Au revoir, third-life body. But not forever.

The space now felt almost mansion-like in its expansiveness. All of this, all for him. At last.

Dream stretched out, cracking his back as he went, and tried not to imagine the rending of flesh from bone happening inches from him.

The eager growl of the warden’s second stomach didn’t let him forget for a moment what he did. Despite this, he fell asleep satisfied.

…

Maybe the rest was a better idea than he thought. When Sam awoke, he felt a second wind. Things always seemed a little better in the morning, with a little caffeine - no wait, never mind, no caffeine. Not yet at least.

He even didn't feel as ruthlessly hungry as before, which was a relief. Maybe his body would finally stop reminding him of it every five seconds now, so he could get back to working on what he needed to get done.

As he pushed himself to his feet and clenched up his gut to check on the prisoners, he wondered idly if he had gotten used to the weight of the two of them. He felt that his center of gravity had shifted backwards again a little bit, so maybe he’s just adjusted to it now. That would be handy.

His brain, still waking up, almost didn’t catch what the muscles in his stomach did. Something was wrong. Something was different from when he went to sleep.

He wasn’t ‘getting used to’ the weight. There was less weight. He could only feel one prisoner now.

A growl turned into a hiss deep in his throat, and he could feel the spines on the back of his neck standing up on end where the patches of gunpowder should have been. “Prisoner!” He barked, and was rewarded with a jump from whoever was still in him. (He had a - ha - gut feeling. But please let it not be.) “Identify yourself!”

There was a long moment of silence, then two, then. “Surprised you couldn’t tell, Warden. Can’t even keep an eye on your prisoners when they are quite literally right under your nose.”

It was the prisoner. “Where is Tommy.” He hissed, reaching for a weapon that he knows he can’t use.

The prisoner laughed, and Sam was definitely seeing red now.

(ran out of ideas from here. sam feels Quite guilty for having accidentally killed a prisoner like that. or.. he supposes, accidentally disposing of a body.)

#hard vore #my fics #beta fic #sorry im tired today. its not much but its honest work etc #i dont think about what medical structures need to be put in place to allow for long term nomming often #but it is an oddly specific thing for me to think of multiple times at all #isnt it #ah well. im the medical/bio guy #guess its expected of me #mcyt vore

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gale-gentlepenguin · 3 years

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Gale Reviews: ML Season 4 episode 10: Megaleech

(Spoilers for the new episode below)

-Okay so Myléne is preping for the protest. Hyping herself up.

-OMG Myvan is so f***ing cute! He calls her his little mouse!

-THEY KISS! UGH MY HEART!

-Marinette cant sleep because of the construction. Which sucks and is a mood.

-Side note, i paused and got a look at her picture board. Some are from the instagram, and then How did she get some of these?

-So the Oxygen tower? Like its suppose to make more oxygen? but they need to cut down trees to make it? IDK the logic. Also call back to the space trash program.

-Roger trying to be nice. But they wont listen to him.

-Myléne spitting facts

-THEY GOT ARRESTED! I F***ING CANT

-Well not really but they are being taken home.

-IT WAS A SCHOOL DAY. IVAN AND MYLÉNE ARE HARD CORE.

-Marinette made it to class barely and told everyone what happened to myléne.

-HOLD THE PHONE! Did Ms.Bustier... did she just do something a GOOD teacher would do? Oh the bustier salters are not gonna like this.

-Ms.Bustier about to step in. with a spontaneous trip for REAL Education.

-Now you can tell that Caline in season 4 f***s. Because she is about to RAIL the mayor for this bulls***

-Alya informing her bloggers s*** is about to go down

-THE FIREMAN IS THERE?! NO you have been tricked man.

-Wow Officer Roger out here making me feel bad for him

-WAIT ITS PARTNERED WITH GABRIEL BRAND? Oh no

-WAIT ADRIEN?! WHAT THE F***?

-Oh no it tricked marinette... well to be fair. Adrien does make the blatant corporatism very attractive.

-Alya just there to point her in adrien's direction so she stops daydreaming.

-Wait! Adrien didnt know?! He thought it was a perfume ad? HIS DAD TOLD HIM IT WAS AN AD. Wow.... I dont even...

-Myléne SPEAKS FOR THE TREES!

-And Chloé is there to just make things worse. Right on cue

-And Marinette pointed out that all of the plastic that the thing creates for artificial air does not solve the problem. Which was very Succinct.

- Which to be fair I liked Myléne's explaination better, but Marinette got the mayor to slip up so Points.

-Myléne is channeling Captain Planet right now

-Marinette is like, why didnt you mention this sooner.

-And they both are like "We did, for months."

-Now I honestly think you cant blame the class for that, I too ignore those people in vests in the city that try to talk about the environment.

-Alya is filming it as the class intervines

-Oh now the families are getting IN ON THIS! You go Nora!

-OMG THE MIME IS BACK! YAY! I missed him.

-OH SO THATS WHERE CHLOÉ GETS IT FROM.

-And Adrien is joining in the cause (CUE MARINETTE HANDHOLD BLUSH)

-And WAYHEM IMMEDIATELY SHOWS UP WITH THE CARDBOARD CUTOUT AND FAN GIRLS! I swear they were in the bush waiting.

-Marinette is caught in 4k staring, but no one else is seeing it

-Gabriel seeing his son rebel, he gets a call from Andre and basically said.

-"Lol you figure it out slut."

-And Gabriel goes to be evil

-And now the mayor gets overwhelmed.

-And Gabriel makes an amok and akuma.

-And Maledikator is back

-(wait is everyone just standing there WATCHING HIM GET AKUMATIZED?! WHAT THE F*** EVERYONE?!

-Welp the vore of the episode is there.

-TINY MAYORS!

-Nino's head has a little podium in his head. I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS

-IVAN NO!

-And Chat noir is here!

-Alya drop the phone... to late

-Daww kitty, he is scared.

- Myléne took Marinette before she could transform.

-Myléne is too pure

-Marinette, that was brilliant, but also... wow just wow

-Tikki was just like "Really bitch"

-THE TINY SASH

-Wait, they all have akuma and amoks.... Wow shadowmoth that is... really clever. Points.

-Myléne gonna get her miraculous! yes its time

-WAIT, SHE HAS A FEAR OF BADGES!? Thats hilarious.

-Myléne trying to deny being a hero. But ladybug encouraged her.

-the mouse miraculous!!!! mullo!

-Mullo laughed at her, poor Myléne

-Mullo get squeky thats cute. And the transformation sequence is very cute.

-Leap of faith time!

-Oh wow, her use of multitude just made Marinettes use look like weak sauce.

-Polymouse is killing it!

-Oh no they got chat noir.... WAIT HIS CAT EAR IS REAL.... so many questions...

-Ladybug made fun of his puns.

-And zoé is there.

-MIRACULOUS TEAM TIME.

-Chat noir made sure he was in the team pose

-Okay this was clever on how all of them used their powers.

-Oh neat wind was finally used.

-Ladybug just broke the record for de-evilization.

- TEAM FIST BUMP!!!

-and the mayor got the charm.

-Ah yes bureaucracy, the best way to say things get done without actually getting done.

-So the mayor decided Trees. Not gonna lie. I liked the Lorax plot. It made me laugh

-Marinette caught daydreaming again... but thankfully adrien didnt notice. (she yeeted herself out of there with alya.)

-Adrien got in trouble. Though I dont think he is a sentimonster. He got cataclysmed in season 3 and didnt start short circuiting. So Gabriel is just fidgeting with the ring because whatever reason.

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I give it a 7/10

It was a pretty chill episode, but its ending was a bit quiet.

I liked Myléne in it and I didnt really feel the cringe.

It was nice seeing Bustier act like a teacher.

Not a bad episode. it was a pleasant watch. Though i am glad I didnt rush off to go see it.

#ml #ml spoilers #gale review #gale reviews #megaleech #megaleach

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lstories · 3 years

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Felix and Olivia (First Meeting)

I'm auctly making lore for my worlds? Weird. (Thanks for jinxing me, past me. I've been working on this since before I posted the Gaudi and Emma story)

(Safe, Soft, Unwilling then Willing vore)

Word Count: 3646

Olivia woke up to the sound of steel hitting stone. It wasn't unusual but it wasn't a good sound. She jumped out of bed and ran to her wall before she leaned out of her window, like magic her head and upper torso started to freeze in the snowy storm raging outside but her legs were still warm. She saw three men outside climbing the stone wall, each with clothes and masks covering their entire body's and face. "He holds a child hostage!" One of the men shouted, they were in more modern clothing than Olivia was used to so she would have to show her father once they were 'dealt with'. She ran to her bed, jumping onto it and grabbing the perfectly pink plushie on her smaller pillow. They climbed threw the window one by one, the one that shouted that she was being held captive tried to reassure her that she was being saved. Once they got close enough she leaned over and pressed a button on the side of her bedframe. The ceiling started to open as gun no bigger than a soda can was lowered down. After a second, a laser shot out to the forehead to each of the heroes. One pulled out a sword, the second drew his bow, and the last held out his hand as a small ball of fire started to swirl in his palm. "3 INTRUDERS DETECTED. 52% THREAT LEVEL. DETAINING." the robotic voice called out. Olivia covered her eyes, still seeing a flash threw her eye lids and the cracks of her fingers. She heard the mechanical wiring of the gun being brought back into the ceiling and opened her eyes, the three men were still standing there. Olivia started to count down "3... 2... 1..." and all the clothes they were wearing and items the had fell to the ground at the same time, their bodies gone and only their belongings remained.

Olivia slightly chucked at the clattering of the potions and sword. She grabbed the potions and put them on a shelf full of others with different colors and different shaped bottles. She didnt know what they did but they looked cool and the liquid inside constantly swirled which was mesmerizing. Olivia put all the weapons and books in her closet to sort out later. She started folding the clothes, slowly stacking them into a pile and putting all of their hats onto another rack almost full of hats from all over time. She finished folding the clothes, putting the plushie on top and ran out of her room with a grin. She ran down the hallways and corridors of the castle, light being created by an unknown source above her. She eventually slowed down while passing a room, she heard pleading to be released and threats on whoever locked them away. Threw the crack in the door she only saw darkness soon lit by a ball of fire and as it slowly moved and grew lightning cracked around them as the fire was snuffed out. Olivia ran off, her dad didn't want her to talk to people that came from other worlds or times. She ran down some more doors and hallways until she reached her dad's lab. Once she walked in everything changed from a medieval stone castle to a sterial white futuristic laboratory. She was able to slip by the cleaning robot, instead grabbing a small disk she put on her back. She ran into the lab and put the clothes on an empty desk which she also jumped onto and began to play with her plushie while she waited for her dad to finish what he was doing.

Olivia didn't know what her dad was working on immediately but she knew it was usually to help her, her mom, or her brother. Her dad walked out of a side room, a few barrels floating behind him. His eyes settled on Oliva, she looked at the ground as her dad walked over.

"What are you doing, you know your not allowed to come into the workshop."

"We have visitors and they had new stuff and I wanted to see what you were making"

"You could have told me threw the intercom, it reaches threw my entire workspace"

"The guy in the front scares me"

"Well... (sigh) I'll make something else soon. Please leave the clothes with him and go back to bed"

"But I'm not tired, and I want to help"

"You know you can't help. Not yet at least"

He started to guide the barrels to the top of the machine in the center of the room. A green, thin liquid flowed out of the barrel's and into the large vat on top. They could see it filling threw the glass in the middle of the machine.

"I remember this, it makes new life in an instant right, or it's supposed to"

"You... remember? What do you remember seeing it from"

"Oh, umm. I uh, saw it while reading from... your... private... collection.

His face shifted in anger slowly settling on disappointment. He grabbed her plushie and walked over to the control panel, shoving it into the small glass tube. "If words won't stop you from going into my library, maybe action will" he said while pushing a button, sending the plushie into the vat. Olivia ran over to her dad to try and stop him as she started to cry, his frantic button pushing wasn't even trying to experiment on it, just destroy. She tried to form words threw a blur of tears, just wanting her dad to stop. "Mom made that for me" she finally blurted out. Her dad stoped, remembering walking past the room of her mom stitching it together. He hit a release valve, a green steam shot into a containment vault above them. The plushie fell onto the ground, a thin white mist flowing from it. Her dad walked away, the plushie floating to follow him until he threw it into a chemical cleaner. The machine shook for a few seconds before the plushie was released. Olivia immediately ran over and picked it up to check what the damage was. An intricate design of thin green vines covered the pink plushie as if it was re-dyed. She was relieved that it wasn't damaged but she was sad it had changed color's. As she was thinking how she could dye it back to pink, she thought she could feel it move a bit. She looked down to see its front paws trying to climb her shirt like a puppy. She hugged it tighter, trying not to let it move. It made a small squeak as her dad sat down next to her.

"I'm sorry for my outburst, but you know why I can't let you read threw my collection"

"Beacuse if I read the wrong book I could die on the spot, I know. I just want to help you bring mom back"

"I would love if you could help, but what kind of father would I be if I knew the risks and let you take that chance. I want you to live your childhood which is why I'm making you a protector if I can't help you"

"Wait... this isn't to help mom"

"I will never stop trying to bring your mother and your brother back, but I still have to protect you. Please, stay out of my studies, I can't risk you getting hurt. Now, let's get you to bed"

He got up, carrying Olivia in his arm's. They walked out of his lab and her dad took the disk off her back and threw it onto a nearby table. As they walked threw the doors a disinfect mist sprayed out of the walls but hit an invisible bubble around them. Her dad walked threw the castle slowly so he wouldn't disrupt her. Olivia almost fell asleep, barely staying awake from the tiny movement of her plushie. They passed by the dark room, a red light started to grow as her dad walked closer, she heard screaming from the three people in the room and the door slammed shut just as he walked neer the red light shinning from the crack. She looked back just as her dad was walking away, she saw the red light die down threw the windows on the top as the screaming stopped. Olivia slipped in and out of sleep, her dad lulling and rocking her to sleep and the small plush keeping her just barely awake. As they walked threw the castle her dad was regal in his movements, though no one else lived in this castle to see it. They walked down the hallway to her room, the pictures on the walls shifted and seemed more picturesque than usual and the light that illuminated the halls started to dim.

The doors to her room opened as her dad walked down the hall, the light that illuminated it was completely gone by this point. He placed Olivia on her bed and tucked her in, the weather outside changed to a light rain and the tapping of the raindrops on her windowless windows finally rocked her to sleep, she didn't even hear her dad close the door.

After a few minutes Olivia woke up to the sound of squeaking and the feeling of her shirt being pulled. She looked down to see her plushie biting at the collar of her pj's, squeaking as it tried to stand but feel down. She picked up the plushie, holding it in her arms as it tried to bite at her sleeves. "It's never eaten before, it has to be hungry." She thought. "I've never needed to give you a name before... how about Felix." She said while grabbing the biggest pillow on her bed. It looked up at her for a few seconds when she said that before going back to gnawing on her sleeve. The biggest pillow she had was almost 6 feet long that she would sometimes hide in. She put Felix on the pillow while looking for something to feed him, he started to gnaw at the soft fabric before collapsing onto it. The pink fabric of his body started to break apart and the green fabric started to stretch over the pillow. As the green fabric touched the pillow the surrounding fabric formed into a fluffier pink fabric. Certain parts of the pillow started to constrict into limbs and in a matter of seconds her plushie had taken over her pillow. Felix started to move slightly, the fabric on his face shifted and his eyelids opened. His eyes were pure black as Olivia had seen before but there was small blue speckles she'd never noticed. His mouth showed a row of translucent rainbow teeth. He sat up, rubbing his head before looking over at Olivia, a confused expression showed over his face. She pushed the button oh her bed and stumbled over to Felix, picking him up and throwing him onto the floor. He may have been two feet taller than her but he was still the weight of a pillow. His face was stained with confusion and shifted to fear as the small gun lowered from the top of the room and shot out a thin laser that settled on his forehead. He looked around the room for somewhere to hide, eventually settling on the curtains and running over to hide behind them. They automatically closed to an impossibly thin line and he ran to the closest, then over to the hat rack, each hiding space stoped being usable as he got to them. Olivia was confused to what he was doing, it wasn't like any intruder that had come neer the castle or any of her dads monster she had found lurking outside whatever room he was in. She let out a small giggle, it was funny seeing him run around the room but she stopped when she heard the AI's voice.

"1 OCCUPANT DETECTED. -82% THREAT LEVEL. NO DETAINMENT NEEDED" the voice said before the gun retracted into the ceiling. The gun has never not gone off, even the most minor threat would be sent away. If he wasn't a threat then maybe he was a friend. Olivia sat on her bed staring at Felix while he tried to process what had happened. He knew the gun was dangerous but he didn't know why, he unfolded himself from the ball that he scrunched into and stood up while checking his surroundings. He questioned what he was doing out loud, surprised that he could talk when he did, he didn't sound any older than Olivia. She got a better look at him while he was mostly still, he was just a bigger version of the plush he was, though a few features were bigger. He looked over to Olivia, neither of them knew what to do. They sat in silence, studying each other and thinking of what to say. Both of them spoke at the same time and both apologizing as they interrupted each other, Felix lightly laughed to himself about it. "Who are you" Olivia asked as she scooted closer to the edge of the bed. "Oh, I'm Felix. That's what you called me before I-" Felix said as he tried to sit on the floor, he put his hand on the ground as his wrist and forearm sunk into each other and he fell onto the ground. He hit the side of his head, it sunk halfway into itself and lightly bounced back up. He took a second to figure out what happened as Olivia giggled at it. Felix sat up, pushing his arm into the floor and letting it crumble into itself. "Before I became this. Whatever this is?" Felix said as he looked over his body.

"Were you something else before my dad made you?" Olivia said scooting closer while her knees were dangling off the side of her bed.

"I dont think so. I remember wakeing up but I dont remember going to sleep, auctly I dont remember anything before walking up" Felix said while pushing his fingers into the ground, watching as they buckled and bent with a lack of joints then letting them extend and bend them like they did.

"So why are you he-" Olivia scooted too close to the edge of the bed and fell. She braced herself for the impending thud, but it never came. She opend her eyes the see the pink and green fabric under her.

Felix instinctively jumped under her. "I think I'm here to protect you" Felix tried to say with his face still pressed into the ground.

"Is that all, or do you also want to play"

"play what?"

"My dad talked about this old game he used to play when he was a kid called hide and seek. I'll count down from 30 and you go hide"

"oh, ok" Felix found a place to hide pretty quickly. Olivia was surprisingly ok with what was happening.

They played for a while, Felix never found any good hiding spots while the room seemed to help Olivia. Felix only found her when she started laughing. He didn't see the humor in it or why he did what she said but he was starting to have fun, and he was also getting hungry. Olivia was hiding in a new closet that opend up in front of her. The door looked like it was made out of the same stone as the wall which is why she probably hadn't noticed it before. Her eyes were getting heavy as she sat in the darkness. Her mind started to drift as she heard the rain taping on the windows outside. She could barely keep her head up for more than a second at this point. She heard the light shuffling of Felix looking for her while she finally fell asleep. After a while she woke up to Felix yelling her name, he sounded horrified. Olivia opened the wall door and rubbed her eyes. "Felix?" He looked over, he couldn't cry but he deffenetly would be. He ran over and hugged Oliva, pressing her into his body.

"Dont scare me like that, I thought you died. I need to protect you and you need to stay in my... line..." he trailed off and kept mumbling as Olivia talked

"In your line of sight? You sound like one of my dad's robots, I thought you were going to be fun to be around" she started to get sad as she tried to get away from Felix, she was just going to go to bed and be silently upset with her dad in the morning. "Hey, let go of me"

Felix stared at her, the blue specks defused into his eyes. "My- my li... my line of..." he couldn't keep a single thought strait besides his want for food. He needed food.

Felix slightly opend his mouth, his yellowish tounge gently licked across her face. She was the best and only thing he's ever tasted, he wanted more. He gently placed her whole head into his mouth, slowly licking at her face. Olivia was thrashing around just trying to get away from the thing that was currently eating her. Her movements started to slow as she felt what was happening, his tongue was super soft and weirdly warm. Her movements almost came to a stop, it was so soft and comfy. Felix worked her shoulders into her maw as he pushed her head into his throat. Olivia started to flail again, she was still being eaten, she couldn't just stop struggling. Felix worked her further and further down and she would occasionally stop and let the warmth and fluffiness surround her. Soon her head reached his stomach and small grey tendrils slightly rubbed at her face. She would have thought they would tickle but they pressed down almost like a massage. As more of her body found it's way into Felix's stomach, she could feel herself drifting off to sleep from the feeling, the gentle sound of his heartbeat and the muffled sound of the rain helping.

Felix finished swallowing her legs, he leaned against the wall to his side as the rest of her entered his stomach. Olivia studied the stomach walls a bit closer, she could see through them. She could see the light being broken by thin strands of various fabrics. It wasn't much thicker than a few dryer sheets, if she wanted she could tear her way out. A small strand of fabric moved through her line of sight and she looked back to her clothes. The grey stands were slowly tearing her pajamas to shreds and the cotton strands were being moved to find a place along Felix's stomach like they were always there. She held a hand to one of the grey tendrils, it gently pressed at her hand like it was waiting for something. She pressed back at the stomach walls, a muffed rumbling grew above her. He was purring, Olivia would've never guessed that he could purr but he was. She had to stifle a yawn, this wasn't so bad. Felix rubbed back at the light pressure in his stomach. He could feel every strand that was on the verge of snapping. He had done it, he ate the only thing he was made to protect... he ate...... oh no.

"Olivia, are you ok in there? I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I just got so hungry and I needed to eat and you were just-"

"Felix, please be quiet. I'm trying to sleep"

"WH- your in my stomach! How are you so calm!"

"Your warm, comfy, and your stomach gives a really good massage. Also, your not hurting me, its probably safer in here"

"But a stomach isn't safe. Your-"

"Can we just go to sleep. If you want you can sleep on my bed"

"I..." Felix looked over to the bed, he was deffenetly getting tired. He slowly stood up, having to carry his huge stomach until he collapsed onto the bed. Olivia kneaded into the stomach walls causing Felix to purr up a storm. He had to admit, everything about this felt amazing. The gentle pushes, prods, and rubs from inside his stomach along with the feeling of being overly full while protecting Olivia was heavenly to him. The gentle patter of rain, Felix's soft heartbeat and purring, and the massage his stomach gave started to lull her back to sleep. "Goodnight Felix" "Oh, goodnight Olivia" It didn't take long for them to both drift off to sleep.

:timeskip to morning:

"Goodmorning Olivia. I'd like to apologize for last night, and if you'd like you could help with-" Olivia's dad walked into her room. His eyes settled on the plush monster with an enormous stomach lying on her bed. Felix groggily opend his eyes as he moved to see around his stomach. His eyes widened as he saw Olivia's dad in the room. "Oh no- give me a minute and I can explain" Felix struggled to get up and Olivia started to wake from the movement. Felix was lifted by his arms and legs by an invisible force. "What... Did you do... with my daughter" Olivia's dad yelled as he started to tear Felix's arms and legs. Olivia fully woke to the sound of tearing fabric and her dad yelling. She tried to stand up and her hand sunk back into the fluffy fabric. She started to remember what happened last night and pieced two and two together. "Dad, stop hurting Felix" It took a while to sort out what happend and why she was inside what was previously her plushie. After a bit of explaining and pleading Olivia convinced her dad to let Felix stay.

#safe vore #protective vore #extreme cuddling #soft vore #Felix and Olivia

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mergeman · 3 years

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For Mergeatrois

Not bad right. In most families I'd be considered a success. Not my family though, Im the freak. So I come from the royal pred family, my mom is one of the few female preds and anyone of her lineage can sire more females. Me, Im not a pred whatsoever, can't extend my jaw, can't engorge my cock, and can't shove anyone up my ass. My elder brother Richard (Dick) he's next in line to be the Supreme Alpha of the Preds.

The one thing that has kept me alive is that I can potentially have children that will carry on the family legacy. Otherwise my brother would have finished me off long ago.

Well enough background today is the day my brother will be formally presented to the community. Which to the outside world looks like a bodybuilder convention in balmy Palm Springs. I have to be very careful to stick close to my father as we wonder around the grounds, if I stray some pred might mistake me for prey and vore me.

My father resents my presence as Im a constant reminder that he produced a deficient royal.

More and more huge men started to surround my dad to congratulate him on my brothers ascension. All these hot bodies made me uncomfortable so I dipped into a hallway and immediately ran into him.

Even amongst preds I could tell he was special. He looked at me, took a breath and flared his nostrils as he inhaled my scent.

"Your something special " reverberated in his deep bass "not prey but no pred hormones ".

I began to realize just how helpless my situation was and that in a few moments I'd be dead. His piercing jade eyes held me in place as he put his enormous hand on my shoulder.

"I'm Adam and I can help you become more then you are"

No Shit. I thought I'm about to become this beasts next meal. He placed his other hand on my head and bent down till his face was even with mine.

"Im a Merger and if you want I could change your life forever".

FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. I was literally in the presence of the pred version of the boogeyman. Mergers were supposed to be a myth or legend. They were the only creature capable of consuming a pred and they never leave any evidence. Now one was right in front of me.

"How would you like to be a new Merger?"

What the hell was he talking about 'new merger'. My body was trembling so much that I felt I was causing a mini earthquake.

He continued with a voice that sent shivers down my spine "Boy you are special, the one thing a Merger can't do is have children, but we can share our gift with those preds who cannot vore".

My head snapped in surprise and my whole body became still as I looked at the Adonis in front of me and uttered the single word:

"How"

The smile that lit up Adams face was like the sun emerging from the clouds. He took a small knife that had been concealed in his pants and knicked his forarm. Crimson blood started to well up and change into a slivery substance that looked to be the same consistency as cum.

"Drink"

I leaned over and tentatively placed my mouth around the wound. I extended my tongue to taste it. The flavour was indescribable, it was as if ambrosia and nectar were orgasming. I clamped my mouth to his muscular arm and began to suckle in earnest. I could feel the liquid as it entered my body, down the throat and into the stomach where it was being filtered into my blood and dispersed to every cell.

Adam pulled his arm away and I was left standing there mouth open wanting more. My body started to vibrate as each cell was subtlety changed. I was distinctly aware of how every part of my body was connected together.

"Look at me"

I tilted my head towards that voice the felt like thunder.

"You now have the gift of merging, each merger is slightly different though one constent is that whoever you take reality will warp around you to be a new person". "I'll let you figure out the rest but I suggest finding someone soon". "Good luck."

He then turned around and exited the hallway. I checked my watch and discovered it had only been 3 minutes. If I didn't feel the rush of power coursing throughout me I would have thought it was a daydream.

The door opened and the silhouette of my father filled the opening. He just shook his head and motioned for me to follow him. I wanted to reach out and test my new abilities on him. I hesitated something inside told me that he was not the one. So I just retreated to my father's immense shadow and walked behind him towards the stage.

On the stage was Richard basking in the admiration of his brothers in vore. I could only stare. He was My prey. I scurried pass my father and before anyone could stop me I threw myself at my brother and gave him a hug. As soon as my skin touched his the process began. My form started to melt and turn silver and I used my new liquid body to cover every crevice of my brother. I was vaguely aware of the panic in the crowd as 'merger' was shouted. I was more focused on my victim. He had unhinged his jaw and was trying to vore me but it was to late. I was now the apex predator and he was mine to enjoy.

The liquid I was composed of began to turn acidic and eat away at Richard until there was nothing left. When the last bit of him became me, my gelatinous body began to glow and reform. I was not who I once was. I was still me but I was also Richard. I could feel his confidence and entitlement seep into my personality as new memories began to emerge. I fought. I didnt want to be a stranger I wanted to be.

I awoke on the stage. Reality was still warping around me. My father was coming towards me as the last ripples radiated out. Now he was my older brother and I had a pair of twin neices he was introducing as the next Alphas. I excused myself rushed to the restroom to find a mirror. I was older, more muscular, my entire being screamed confidenc. On the inside I was still me but a better version of myself.

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princeofvelvet · 3 years

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Hi...how are you? If you don't mind me asking, what are your top 5 favorite moments from SVSSS novel? And why? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....

Hello!! Im good, thank you for asking! i love this question, and I dont think i've answered it before? It's hard to pick just five, honestly. I'm gonna limit this to just the novel, no extras, because i adore the extras and they'd probably take up most of this list! Oh, **spoilers ahead!**

Shen Qingqiu self destructs, Luo Binghe apologizes to his lifeless body: There's just nothing tastier than a character realizing what they've just lost and desperately trying to make up for it when it's too late. I just adore the regret, the sorrow! Luo Binghe is now a powerful demon lord but at heart he's a kid who's just lost everything again! His mother, the washer woman, now Shizun... All the power in the world and he can't keep the people he loves. My heart weeps. But the best part about this scene is that it's a temporary death LOL.

Luo Binghe pulls in the real Shen Qingqiu into his dreamscape: This was only going to be about the kiss (because what's not to love about an accidental confession/sexual harassment? This scene is amazing) but it's tied in second place with the second time SQQ visits his dreamscape after revival. That moment when he sees LBH essentially self harming over losing SQQ's body, and then SQQ calls out to him and LBH tries to wipe the blood off of his face but keeps making it worse and getting frustrated! AH, so good. Again, this is someone who just lost everything, and the last thread of hope he was holding onto was just snatched away! He's furious and grieving! And still he sees Shizun and he Stops, becomes a child who was just caught redhanded... My heart...

The mausoleum: Okay technically not just one scene but MAN what's not to love about this.. arc? SQQ saving the protagonist, accidental fondling! Not to mention the System's messages ahahaaha, the scene with huan hua palace master! then LBH hugging SQQ and apologizing because he didnt realize he hadn't been abandoned! GOD and to top it off it ends with a vore scene, come onnn, it's perfect!

The Kiss: In the first version BingQiu had a heartfelt conversation and that was nice, but nothing can top LBH being unable to wait another moment to kiss Shen Qingqiu after he almost lost him again. It's an "im so happy you're alive!" kiss, an "I thought I lost you!" kiss, an "Ive wanted to do this for so long" kiss.... How many times during those five years SQQ was dead do you think Luo Binghe sat there staring at Shizun's "sleeping" face, wanting nothing more than for him to open his eyes, and to kiss him? I'm getting emotional! Honorable mention: ONLY TWO ROOMS: This scene is perfection. I saw fanart of it before I read the novel and i just immediately fell in love with SQQ's boss ass bitch moment when he made LQG and LBH share a room. But after reading it in the novel, I love so much about it! Earlier how SQQ was concerned for LBH, holding him so he didnt fall off the sword, just letting LBH hang onto him, telling LQG he can go on ahead because he wants his disciple to get some Sleep!... and ofc LBH getting only two rooms, even if it doesnt work out in his favor ahahaha Shen Qingqiu you should have shared a room with him!

Shen Qingqiu witnesses Shen Jiu dumping tea on bunhe: This just breaks my heart. It's time for SQQ to be the one feeling helpless over not being able to save LBH! To want to pick him up and shield him from the cruel world! To realize how much he's hurting! He can't do anything to change the past, he can only move forward, but it still hurts!

This is just a "current" list of course. Sometimes emotions over other scenes rise to the top and scramble my list, but I just adore these moments right now for its flavors: the desperation (over loss, over realization, over reunion..), the Need (for contact, for love, for comfort..), BingQiu stumbling in the dark of their relationship! God I could talk about them for hours

#BingQiu #the scum villain's self saving system #luo binghe #shen qingqiu #the marvelous askventure #thanad-zid

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inumatsu · 3 years

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Can I ask what's your opinion on the new dub so far?

idk if this is about the s2 dub or just the dub in general but im gonna do my thoughts on the dub as a whole lol tldr i dont watch anime dubs, i really like the ososan dub, my only complaints are that jokes are added to serious scenes where they shouldnt be and that the dub vas sometimes dont have the same energy as the jp seiyuus but overall they did a good job

of course i prefer the sub over the dub, but i really love the writing and localization of the jokes from both seasons. esp cause ososan feels hard to localize bc of all the references to japanese media and puns. they definitely had fun with the writing and imo the jokes still flow really well even if theyre more vulgar (osomatsus sneeze from the cold episode being localized as "testes" rather than sounding like "newspaper" in the japanese dub) + i dont really have a problem with the more vulgar jokes they just wrote in (ex. "you guys heard of vore", "hey cat fucker") bc like... ososan is a poop fart dick joke anime and i love "stuck in 2016" type humor

my only real complaint is that they didnt treat some of the serious parts of episodes seriously and it lacks impact (the table scene from s1e24 for example) and that some of the charm of characters is lost with the new voice actors (the contrast in totoko and karamatsus voices when they stop putting up facades) but thats... really it? not to say the dub vas arent incredibly good voice actors, its just the jp seiyuus are popular and famous for a reason lol the dub vas have a lot to live up to

you can really tell the voice actors and writers had a ton of fun writing and acting with the delivery of lines! i think thats what really makes a dub enjoyable. and as someone who doesnt watch dubs, i loved it! i wasnt like, overly excited for either season dub release, but i sure did buy both seasons when they came out lol... and seeing everyone react to scenes again really makes me feel like were back in 2016/2017 watching episodes for the first time again :')

#boop.txt #ask

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ask-voreganronpa-boys · 3 years

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Teruteru taking care of an exhausted s/o after they've had a long day

Here ya go anon! It's officially vore day! I actually had a lot of fun writing this! I'm not sure if you wanted G/T or Same size so I picked same size.

TW: swearing

Today was a long day...emphasis on LONG. Between having to wait tables all day and dealing with rude customers, you were at your limit. All you wished to do, and hoped for all day, was lay down and relax. The only person that helped you get you through the day was your boyfriend, Teruteru Hanamura. The ultimate chef had opened his official restaurant in the city, dedicating it to his mother. Of course with it being run by the ultimate chef and it being in such a large city, there were bound to be quite the crowd. Of course, most of the customers were snobs and horribly rude, so it would take quite the toll on you. But thankfully, the day finally ended, and you and Teru got to go home.

“Gnn…” you groaned as you and Teru walked home, which wasnt very far so there was no use in driving there. “Are ya alright, darlin?” Teru asks you in worry. When it was just you and him, he didnt mind letting his accent slip out. Of course, he knew what the answer was but he wanted to ask anyway. You sigh and look down at him, rubbing your forehead a little, “not really dear…” you look forward again, slipping your hands into your pockets. “I’m so sorry dear...Do you...want to talk about it?” he asks with a soft smile.

You sigh once more and begin your rant. “Well, first of all, I had to deal with this noisy and horrible family. They didnt seem to care that fucking their kid was raising hell and doing what the fuck it wanted. Which was spilling the salt everywhere and tearing up the fucking menus.” you growl with each word. “Then i had to deal with this fucking snob who kept complaining and telling me that everything i was doing was wrong and trying to tell me how to do my damn job…” you hiss at the memory. Your fists ball up in your pockets. “You were the only reason I made it through the day. And the only reason I didn’t punch some of them in the jaw…” you finally release a deep sigh and rub your forehead.

Teruteru sighs a bit sadly at all of the events you described. “I’m so sorry, Dumplin...I wish I knew about all dat…” he frowns and grabs his key to unlock the door once you arrive. You both step inside and he locks the door behind you. The first thing you do is flop down on the couch, face first. You release a muffled groan. Your feet were killing you as well. Actually, now that you laid down...everything hurts. Teruteru sighs and knelt down next to you on the floor. He rubs your back gently. “I love ya, Y/N. an’ again, I’m sorry. I’ll think t’make some new policies so dis don’t happen again.” he promises.

You groan again and turn your head to face him. “It’s not your fault dear. But I think that would be a good idea.” you sigh once more and close your eyes. You were just pure exhausted. Teru thought for a moment before smiling and rubbed the back of your back. “I think I gotta way t’help ya relax an’ rest.” he chuckles in his throat. You open your tired eyes to look at him again, “hm? What is it?” he chuckles again and ruffled your hair, “how ‘bout some tummy time?” he asks. He knew this would definitely cheer you up. He knew it would be a little difficult for himself but recently he got used to something being so large in his belly

Your eyes brightened up, you letting out a small noise of delighted surprise, making the chef giggle a little. “I’ll take dat as a yes.” he smiled and cupped your cheek. “Hmhmmhm~Well den, give me a moment t’git into something more comfortable. You should too.” he grunts and stands up. He pops his back and holds out a hand for you. You groan in return as you sit up and get off the couch. You hold his hand as you two walk to your shared bedroom. Once there, you both change into something more comfortable. Though you basically throw your clothes to the floor, tired to have it around you right now.

Teru changes into a maroon tank top and some gray sweatpants with some black thigh-high socks. He looked at you and gave you a teasing whistle, making you blush darkly. You giggle a little and finish getting dressed, dressed similar to your boyfriend. Teru sits at the foot of your bed, leaning back on his palms. “Well, Dumplin’, are ya ready?” he asks and puts his hands on either side of his belly.

“God more than ever!” you exclaim in exhaustion. He nods and hops off the bed. “Alright, darlin, go ahead, lay down, an’ I’ll do th’rest.” he chuckles and moves so you could lay down. You do so and lay on your back, your feet pointed to the headboard so you could be eated heads first. You were so ready. You shut your eyes...but they immediately shoot open when you feel his lips touch yours. He held your cheeks and gave you a deep, passionate, love-filled kiss. Your eyes close again, melting into the kiss. You reach up to hold his cheeks too. You let out a pleased noise once he pulls back. You both chuckle softly at this moment.

“Hmhmmhm~ are ya ready, Y/N?” he asks and runs his fingers through your hair for a moment. You giggle, “of course I am. That’s a silly question to ask.” you tease, humming in delight at the feeling of him playing with your hair. “Hmhmm~ ‘course, I shoulda known.” he snickers and holds your head up. “I love ya, my dear Y/N.” he cooes lovingly, giving you one last kiss on the forehead, making you giggle in your throat and blush

His mouth then widened and he leaned down to engulf your head first. This was always so surreal to you. But also so calming. You could feel his saliva coat your hair due to his tongue, then soon with a few gulps, your head was sent into his throat. You could already hear his calming heartbeat. ‘The ultimate hug’ you think to yourself. You descended further into him with each powerful gulp. Soon enough entered the dark red tunnel, telling you that you were close to his stomach. And even sooner, your head popped into the red chamber, which after so many times of doing this, was a bit bigger due to the stretching. He held your legs once he reached your hips and pushed you further inside. You curl up and are quickly completely inside.

Teruteru released a small burp, which he hid in his fist. He sat on the foot of the bed and held his belly between his legs, cradling you between them. You coo in delight and nuzzle into the soft, gurgling walls. “Do ya feel better now, Y/N?” he asks and lays his head on his belly, gently rubbing it. “I feel so much better now dear.” you sigh contently, “thank you so Teru~” you coo and rubbed his belly from the inside, making your partner purr softly. “Hmmhmhmm~ yer welcome my sweet dumplin~ yer th’best dish I’ve ever tasted~” he teased and kissed his belly where he felt your head at.”

“Hmhm.” your giggle softly. “Y’know, I could fall asleep like this. It’s so warm~” you hum happily. “Do you mind if I do?” you ask and look up. “Well of course darlin! I ain’t gonna stop ya. You deserve th’rest. I’ll write some new policies while ya do.” he chuckles in his throat. You giggle tiredly, “thank you so much, Teru. I love you with all my heart.” you yawn, your eyes getting more heavy as you speak.

“Hmhmmhm~ I love ya even more, my sweet Y/N~ sleep tight.” he says with pure love in his voice. He gave his belly one last kiss as you quickly fall into a deep sleep.

#danganronpa teruteru #v.ore #vore day

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snexy-the-snail · 3 years

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I hope I made brat child happy! But I noticed that you said that you make short vore stories for different fandoms. So, Have you heard of Bendy and the ink machine? I personally see the ink demon absorbing his prey(sense the dude literally can't open his freakin mouth) and take them to a safe zone if danger is around. Maybe the ink also doesn't hurt them, just drain energy, which is probably the ink demons food source.

Oh this is a good idea! Bare with me I've just sorta binged all the game plays and theories))

Henry wasnt sure what compelled him to come back to the old studio, maybe it was for nostalgia or the fact it was closing down and it would be his last chance...either way he went.

He expected a quick in and out but what he got was a survival practice in case ink ever took over.

"It'll be fun, just for old times sake." He grumbles sarcastically to himself, trudging down the ink slicked hallway. Trying to find a way out of this hell hole had been a joke. He was just going further down into the hellscape.

He throws his hands up in exasperation when the hallway just ended, no exit no rooms just wall. Better yet the ink he learned to avoid was bubbling in its puddle.

"Fuck."

That was an understatement. The ink creatures rose from the ink letting out noises he had grown to hate. Thankfully he had an escape and most likely wouldnt need to fight.

He spun around ready to hightail it when he noticed that no he did not have an escape. The tall twisted Bendy that barely fit in the hallway was standing there. This wasnt the 'little darling devil' he had drawn years ago.

"Fuck." It was repeated but he didnt exactly have a good plan. Behind himwere bloodthirsty ink creatures and infront if him an ink demon that never would've made it past censoring.

Ink latched into his pants making him hiss in pain. It was like a thousand needles stabbing into him. What these things were actually made of he didnt know nor did he want to find out. He wasnt sure if moving would alert the Bendy so he stayed painfully still.

He curses and stumbles back when the twisted thing infront of hin hobbled towards him. Apparently Jurassic park rules didnt apply here.

"Come on- this cant be how it ends." He says mostly to himself. The ink creatures shrieked at the thing coming towards him, a few detaching but twostubborn ones latched onto him like glue.

He stared up at the twisted thing half expecting a mouth full of razor sharp teeth to open. The demon simply swatted the stubborn creatures away making noises that had to be from hell. "Well? What are you going to do?"

The creature tilts his(its, her?) Head at him like he was asking a stupid question. He stared definatly at it, very surpised when not human arms reached out, clawed liked hands grasping his shoulders.

The ink behind him bubbled in rage but it didn't stop the twisted Bendy, if anything it acted quicker with whatever he was doing.

"Nothing speaks here does it."

No answer. He should've figured that already. He wasnt sure if the thing even had a mouth. He was pulled forward for a moment before he got his bearings and dug his feet into the ground. Bendy let a soft growl out and just tugged harder, Henry having no choice but to basically face plant into the body infront of him.

"Ya giving me a hug?" Probably a stupid thing to say, but that's all he could describe it as. He was pressed against its inky body, the arms keeping him from doing anything other than wriggle.

A soft croon. That sounded friendly at least, better than the growling and hissing behind him. The 'hug' didn't last long. The body had been firm for a second, now he was just simply sinking into it. That coudlnt be good. He tried squirming away, looking despretely up at the creature. When had it crouched down? Why was he sinking into its middle?

"Bud this... I dont know what you're doing but this will kill me."

It crooned in response, hands pushing him into the ink which gave way ridlciously quickly. He couldnt crane his neck comfortably to peer at anything else, now forced to stare at the void.

The ink was warm, it washed over him like a soft comforter. He expected something less..comfortbale. He was completely surrounded in soft plush darkness which was humid compared to the bitter chill of the building. He was completely inside the twisted Bendy. The whole ordeal only took a couple of seconds.

Sticky tendrils clung to him but he found he didnt have the energy to try and wipe them off, actually he didnt have the energy to do much. He squints slightly trying to find some sort of light source.

He stuck his hand out, frowning when it just connected with a plush (it wadnt flesh it coudlnt be) wall. He sunk further into it, briefly wondering why until he realized his arm was no longer supporting him

"What is-" he trailed off his throught getting jumbled. He couldn't remember what he was going to say. Everything shifted around him and he didnt relaized he was comfortably cradled until his eyes were slipping closed. It was hard to tell when they were opened or closed, everything was just so dark and very warm.

Henry scowls to himself trying to put a bit of a fight though none of his limbs were obeying, they felt like lead. He grunts to himself trying to at the least sit up. It failed miserably. He was at the ink's mercy here, whatever it was doing he coudlnt stop it.

Cold fresh air woke him up. He wasnt sure when he had closed his eyes or had fallen asleep but here he was, hands guiding his torso out from the soft prison.

There wasnt much he could say. What could he say to soemthing that didnt have the capabilities of speaking back to him

He glances around, surpised to find no deathly puddles of ink anywhere, just solid blissful ground. His knees buckle slightly as the thing attempted to set him down. He felt weak, which wasnt a good thing to be down here. The thing seemed to agree, letting a warning noise out.

His legs miraculously gained strength after that noise. It was probably a new rush of adrenaline. A heavy weight settled on his head, like the thing was patting him. He looks up, gaping in surpise. Did this twisty Bendy just save his life? His thoughts slowly became more coherent as the ink dripped off of him.

The thing seemed content that he was standing and started walking the opposite direction leaving Henry to wonder what the hell just happened.

#bendy and the ink machine vore #soft vore #v.vore #snex content

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talesfrombeyondthebelly · 4 years

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“Come into my parlor,” Said the spider to the fish.

I know I’m not great at titles but oh well. This is an Eri.Vr.is oral vore fic! Mainly because I’ve been doing some rps and been caught up in the great dynamic they have imo. This is a sfw fic, but again it is a vore fic so if you turn away I won’t be offended. That said, I hope you enjoy and I’m always open to criticism!

There would be an unceremonious sigh that would come from a certain violet blooded sea dweller as he fiddled with the pieces for his latest scheme to exterminate all the land dwellers. Or at least, that would be what he had claimed he was doing, he never truly planned to execute it both due to lack of ambition and the resources. Really, the boasting and bragging about what he planned to do wasn’t as much of a threat as he liked to claim it was, and truly it was more along the lines of a need for attention than any true plans of committal.

It had been a slow night for one Eridan Ampora, and having wasted most of it attempting to message any troll to either gossip with three of them or spew some rhetoric he didn’t fully believe. But even then, all that was accomplished was that he was being ignored while he vied for attention. All that was left was to stay cooped inside and rewatch old documentaries as he idly fiddled with historical figure memorabilia.

That was, it was all he had to do until someone had decided to free him from his self-isolation.

AG: Heeeeeeeey, Eridan. ::::)

The sea dweller would squint, he didn’t think his rival would message him after deciding not to message her first. They had broken up when they were six sweeps due to him boring and overbearing; but some time after they turned seven sweeps, Eridan’s attempts to renew their rivalry would pay off after much work and effort. And now they had been going strong even after they hit nine sweeps old.

However, he would roll his eyes at the sight, he knew her innocent seeming spider smile was anything but.

CA: wwhat do you wwant you cerulean blowwhard dont you knoww im busy AG: I’m hurt! After all I went through to check on my dear rival! I would have thought he liked someone giving him attention. AG: Oh well! Guess I’ll just leave you to your devices seeing how you’re *so* busy, CA: god damn it wwait CA: okay maybe i got a bit of an openin in my schedule to wwaste time wwith you AG: Please! The only one who’s going to be wasting their time is me, we 8oth know you’re pro8a8ly doing something 8oring like watching one of your lame documentaries. CA: theyre not LAME theyre goin to be your miserable dirt munchin dowwnfall soon enough AG: Oh???????? 8old claim from you Ampora. Seeing how I know you’re dead wrong. AG: Anyway! You’re coming over to my hive today right? AG: Why am I even asking? You o8viously forgot. CA: i didnt forget i totally fuckin remembered our meeting at your stupid and completely ridiculous hivve AG: It’s not stupid! What’s stupid is the fishbreath who 8uilt his hive surrounded 8y the ocean when he 8arely spends any time in the water. AG: Whatever, just come over. I’m not waiting all day for your dum8ass. CA: ugh fuckin fine CA: you still havvent told me wwhat specifically you wwanted to do ovver there anywway AG : :::;)

And with that, the conversation was brought to an end. Eridan would rub his temples, her purposely vague answer meant any number of things, usually which ended in his embarrassment in one way or the other. Of course, it was better to just go over as soon as possible rather than him wasting time by speculating, even if he did plan to make her wait to purposely be fashionably late. Something to put his pompous attitude on display. Soon enough, Eridan would don his scarf and cape before leaving his hive and embarking on the trip to Vriska’s.

The trip wasn’t terribly long, mainly because traversing through the ocean was far from an issue and her home conveniently overlooked the sea. Even so, Eridan would hold make sure to wait for an extra amount of time for no reason than to uphold the gesture that he was royalty. Feeling accomplished with his amazingly petty task, he would approach the door and knock a few times before waiting for her to answer as he dried himself off as he uncaptchalogued a few towels.

Vriska would answer the door surprisingly quickly, having not had the patience to return his petty actions before pulling him inside and closing the door behind them both. The expression on her face was blatant annoyance, but that was far from the norm regardless if it was actual exasperation or not. Eridan would up look at the other troll with a frown, even since they had gotten older he would find that she had sky rocketed past him in height. He had been a respectable height of nearly six feet, while she had him beat by additional four feet, much to his unending irritation and to her endless amusement.

“You’re late. Even after I went and so kindly reminded you of our little arrangement. Well, I guess everything’s little to me when you’re short, but the point stands.” “yeah yeah keep braggin vvris i wwas towwerin ovver you before-” “Sure, you had a few inches on me when we were six! But now we’re nine and you’re still short, how do you explain that, hm?” That would cause him to shut up rather quickly, though he would dart his eyes around and attempt to come up with a retort, only to fold his arms and huff soon after. It wasn’t uncommon for trolls to grow as much as she did, but the fact that he wasn’t one of them meant that discussions of height were biased in her favor. Her ten feet tall favor. His violet eyes would eventually return to her cerulean ones, there had been smile on her face, one that reeked of mischievous intent. Before he could open his mouth to question her intentions, she would cover his mouth with her hand, and some of his face as a natural consequence of the difference in size between them.

“Alright Ampora, shut up for a minute and listen. I had you come over because I had a proposition that’s going to 8enefit 8oth of us. Here’s the deal: You got two minutes to hide somewhere, and I’m going to seek you out. If I can’t find you in 8 minutes, you win! And if you pick somewhere dum8 and I find you, I win! And the loser has to do whateeeeeeeever the winner wants! Sound good? ::::)”

Eridan would try to speak his response, only for Vriska to keep her hand pressed against his face, only pulling back once he felt something wet trail along it. Irritation making itself apparent with a scoff, she would return the favor by grabbing one of his hands, sticking out her tongue and slowly pressing the wet muscle against the other troll’s hand in a rather long lick before finally letting him go. His hand utterly drenched in saliva, Eridan’s face would scrunch up as he shook his hand dry while a small tinge of violet came across his face. It made her brief taste of him all the more delicious.

“for fucks sake fine ill WWIN your stupid land suckin game and then wwe can do somethin wway less ridiculous and more dignified afterwwards” His statement was spoken with his usual amount of sea dweller pompous pride, even if the chips were stacked against him. Even so, he held his head up high and puffed his chest out, not about to turn down a challenge that was surely easy enough to win. She had a castle, there must have been plenty of places to hide.

“Good! Now get going Eridan, unless you want to 8e 8oring and lame and make this too easy.” She’d give him a wink, teasing him over her self-assured victory and a lick of her lips. She had no problem hinting at what she wanted to do once she won, it made it fun to see him squirm.

He’d pause for a moment and confidence turned into brief uncertainty in less than a minute, “wwait you mean right noww i havvent fuckin evven gotten to-” He cuts himself off as he sees her turn away and start to count, realizing that she wasn’t even going to wait for him to prepare himself. He’d scramble off, the sea dweller handling himself incredibly well on land even when he’s running around wearing a rather long cape.

He wasn’t used to hiding as he was often hunting for the sake of Feferi’s lusus, but he would certainly try his hand at it to the best of his ability. Of course, his first two attempts were less than idea, having run to the very bottom of her hive to try and disguise himself by burying himself under her pile of miscellaneous belongings, only to realize he was shifting too much. He’d then decide to try his hand at hiding on one of the upper floors, deciding that hiding behind her pile of treasure would have been an unlikely spot seeing how he resented her various wins against him during their FLARP sessions. Unfortunately, this would prevent him from hiding there for long, as he does grow irritated looking at her spoils and decided to leave before it caused those pitch feelings to flair too much. Ultimately, he would decide to hide somewhere so obvious, Vriska would never think to check. He was confident in this idea, so much so that he decided to take it easy and relax in his new found spot, all he had to do now was wait 8 minutes and win. He means eight.

Vriska, predictably, did not count the entirety of two minutes before she began her hunt. Rather, she stopped once she got to eighty eight and decided that was enough for her. When she turned around, she half expected Eridan to standing right there out of spite and stubbornness about the whole thing but to her delight the violet blood was playing along. The question was where to find him, if she had to guess, it was probably somewhere dumb, like him. And so her very first guess was her trophy room, because of course he would think she’d skip over her own hoard of treasure to look for him. But upon making her way up the many stairs to check, she would find not a hair of him to found. She was a bit annoyed her first guess wasn’t right, but she had extra time to spare and her next guess would most certainly be right.

Except it wouldn’t The next room would be devoid of Eridan, and the next and the next. It would seem that no matter where she searched, he was nowhere to be found, it raise her irritation with him, and with it her hunger. The stomach of the ten foot cerulean would grumble as she briefly put a hand on it and huffed, she had to give her rival credit, he was doing a good job at making her work for this. And here she thought she’d grab an easy snack. But the warranty of it was wearing off as time passed on, even with her head start, it would seem that Eridan was safe wherever he had chosen to hide. She couldn’t allow this to happen, she had planned for this all to go a certain way, and the fact that it wasn’t was unacceptable. Annoyed, she’d retire to her block for a moment, purely for the sake of trying not to get too caught up and at least try to remain rational about this. Only a minute to go, there wasn’t much time left, and Vriska was certain she had searched about every place there was to offer. Unless...

Without a word, Vriska would approach her wardrobe dresser, there was no way he’d hide in there right? It’d be dumb and stupid and completely ridiculous! Well, she didn’t have time, so she would ultimately waste not a moment more as she ripped open the doors to her wardrobe and... found her prize. Eridan for one was shocked with the sudden burst of light and appearance of Vriska, who apparently been frustrated looking for him. He wishes he could have seen the whole experience, but from the noises she made he got his fair share of entertainment. “8h my g8d, r8ally!!!!!!!! Y8u hid in my wardr88e????????” There was an unending amount of vitriol pouring from Vriska now, irritation at herself and him were flowing freely, and despite Eridan’s surprise, he would waste no time in displaying adjusting himself and nodding, “of course i hid here because i thought youd fuckin ovverlook it seein howw all your attire is plain as SHIT and it wworked just god damn fine seein howw a certain obnoxious glory lovvin troll took forEVVER to find me-” He would step out with a large amount of pride, quite certain he had won, only for his eyes to dart over to the clock in her room and his face would immediately fall. She had found him with ten seconds to spare. “wwell fuck”

Vriska would try to take a moment to herself to not have too radical an outburst, she was upset, but she also wanted to savor her prize. The expression on Eridan’s face certainly helped “Wwell fuck is right! I win! And that meeeeeeeeans you have to do what I want, and I think we both know what that is.” A chill would go down his spine, while Eridan could be clueless at times, she had given him more than enough hints as to what she wanted. It certainly hadn’t been the first time they had done such a thing, but it was more than a bit embarrassing for him, which made give her some push back on the idea. “are you fuckin kiddin vvris you didnt say anythin about this bein your prize-” “Don’t 8e coy!” She’d interrupt him immediately, taking a step closer to him as he took a step back. “ I made it plenty clear! 8esides! I win, and you agreed to the terms right? It’s only fair I get what I’m promised.”

Another step forward and he’d take another few steps back and bump into the wall behind him, Vriska smirking as she’d get closer to him, their bodies practically touching as she leaned down towards him and her lips would slowly part, strands of saliva breaking apart as he start down that cerulean abyss, taking a few teasing swallows as she inched closer before letting her warm breath washing over him and fogging up his glasses. A few drops of drool would fall into his face before she’d close her mouth pull away, letting the situation sink in for the sea dweller as well as calm herself down, she may have had a bit of cerulean tint her cheeks in the same manner violet tinted his. Eating someone in this manner was embarrassing after all, which was why she’d only do it in private, not that she’d ever admit it out loud. Eridan had similarly shared the sentiment on the other side of the spectrum.

While embarrassment would go around on both ends, the sea dweller still contemplated making a run for it; the thought of being consumed always did trigger a fight or flight instinct, regardless of the fact that she probably wouldn’t digest him. Before he can even make an attempt however, his body is kept in place by hands on his shoulders, she had decided that she wasn’t going to give him the chance to scramble off and hide again, “I hope you’re ready, because you’re going to be in there for a while~” She would lean in again, salivating as she brought herself closer yet as her jaws widened to accept her meal. Slow warm breaths would beat against his skin as she drew tantalizingly close, all the while the fish troll would gulp nervously.

Instinctively, he would press his hands against her face as she started to lean in, he wasn’t about to let his hatemate have her meal without at least giving some fight back. One hand on her top lip and the other on her bottom, there’d be some push back as she slowly closed the distance between them yet again, it was a losing fight on his end as the predator drew closer and closer, letting him stare once again into her mouth before her tongue would slide out to press against his face and trail upwards, taking his glasses with it and causing him to loosen his hold. It was all he needed give the spider troll all the leeway she needed. Before he can even think about his mistake, she would jolt forward and wrap her lips around his neck, sealing him inside the jaws of the ever hungry troll. A hum of approval would resonate around the noble of troll royalty, reveling in the taste of victory and her meal, saliva being thoroughly slathered across his face during his various attempts to voice insults and protests. Though that wouldn’t stop him from trying.

While it was certainly dark in the other’s mouth, being a nocturnal species meant that Eridan could see each and every detail as she made sure to truly make him squirm. It wouldn’t be long before she’d take the first swallow, letting his glasses slide along her tongue before they were unceremoniously pulled down her gullet Of course. with that swallow, he would be brought only a short distance away from the opening in her throat, as his shoulders would be brought in next. Her teeth would be pressed against his clothes to keep him in place as his struggles and attempts to free himself grew stronger despite the situation going in the opposite direction for him. Her tongue would waste no time in running over the formerly dry parts of the troll, drenching the top of his shirt as drool as she decided to move on with her meal and take the gulp that would trap him inside her throat and bulge it out with his struggling form.

His head now captured in a pulsating throat, Vriska can continue her meal in confidence he won’t wiggle out. Her hands would move to keep his arms pinned to his sides as she moved further down his body, a hum flowing freely as she continued this consumption of him. Drool would pool in her mouth and dripping down as his chest was next to slide between her jaws as Eridan was tugged further down her throat, slightly bulging it out as he defiantly tried to move it around. Her tongue was relentless in running along the fabric she brought into her mouth, it was a bit tasteless and bland, and she regrets not shredding the shirt when she had the chance, but she ultimately makes do. Mainly by lapping at the shirt to lubricate it before taking another swallow, sending him further down the slimy gullet.

Her lips and fangs now reach his hips, and his stomach is safely contained within her mouth. Now she could have a bit more fun with him. Her tongue would curl under the bottom of his shirt to gain access to his skin yet again, an unadulterated groan escaping her to make it well known how much she just enjoyed this feeling, the noises ringing through his ears amidst his own grunts and swears. She’d stop her swallowing for a moment, reveling in the taste and wanting him to squirm a bit longer for her and attempt to fight back against the intrusive tongue as it rubbed against him, only to end up rubbing his body more against the wet muscle, her taste buds gets all the flavor she could ever want. What probably gets the biggest reaction from her is when she gives attention to his grub scars, which are oddly enough, pretty delicious for a reason she couldn’t quite explain. But they do elicit some sounds from Eridan was well, mainly increasingly flustered insults as he keeps kicking wildly. It was quite enjoyable a feeling if she were to be honest.

While she could have kept slathering, lapping and sucking on him for a considerable amount of time, a sudden loud growl would emerge from her stomach, reminding her that she was quite hungry still. And so, she’d wrap her hands around his legs to keep them still as the next series of gulps condemned the violetblood to his fate. There would be only the briefest moment where she would remove his shoes before finally sealing the deal, tracing the last of the troll’s form down with one hand as she pushed him down to her stomach. A long sigh would come out of her as she laid on back and massage her now bloated stomach. It was a lot of work to get him down and she was blue in the face, but she had done it. She could feel him fighting and hear his complaints both of which were more than annoying when she was trying to relax, but damn, it was always satisfying to do this.

Eridan, for his part, always had conflicting feelings about this. His face flushed violet and his entire body was absolutely drenched in ever warm saliva, it and he was now surrounded by a brilliant shade of blue that made up her stomach walls. He attempt to push and stretch it to its limits and cause her indigestion as a form of revenge, but all he would be met with was a few gurgles as the stomach churned around him. Luckily, it didn’t seem like he was going to be digested, otherwise he would have been splashing stomach acids all over him from his struggles, instead of other contents in her stomach. It included a few eight balls and dice, unsurprisingly. Despite his best efforts, he would only slightly stretch out her grey skin as Vriska could see her bloated stomach wiggling and bulging with his form, she was content to keep him in there.

It would be a few minutes before Eridan’s protests would die down and he’d resign himself for now as he attempt to get comfortable against the soft stomach lining that surrounded him. As embarrassing as this had been, he had expending his stamina and his frustration dying down to contempt. It would allow her to relax a bit more and close her eyes. She thinks she’s going to take a nap before they do anything else. She might let him out later but for now, this was just another mark of victory for her. It was fun, they’ll have to do this again sooner rather than later.

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