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stormtheskyelf2 · 21 days
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TW, Among Us Vore. Mentions of de@th?
Prey Imposter, Pred Crewmate.
A pair of crewmates. Or at least, everyone's pretty sure they're both crew. No one really knows. But one of them- Black, I think they're called- is the broad one, the one with the muscle, the one who could, say, rip you to shreds. They're the obvious imposter, right? They're practically BUILT for it.
Alas, they've done their med scans. They've completed tasks. It's not them.
So everyone ignores the duo, because it certainly can't be the scrawny, thin, short Cyan, the mechanic who can't sit still.
5 WEEKS.
That's how fast the crew dwindled. They got rid of the Captain. Lime was found strangled. Then Blue died, then dark Green, then Purple, and the rest of them.
Black wakes up to a scream in the middle of the night. Who could it be? Their buddy? It doesn't sound like them.. more like Orange, the last crewmate other than Black.
They manage to figure out where it's coming from. As they enter, Cyan stands above a dead Orange. Tendrils are retracting into Cyan's airpack, their visor slowly returning to normal as they regain control of their body. They stare at the dead body at their feet with detached interest, like they've grown numb to the parasite controlling them.
It's now that Black realizes: Cyan is the Imposter.
Cyan turns, spots Black, and their expression changes to panic. "B-black! I-" Their words fail them as they try to explain, apologize, whatever. They're on the verge of a panic attack, but they can't collapse. Not now. Cyan can only hope that Black understands.
Thankfully, Black does.
They walk across the room and wraps their arms around their newly-found-out friend, a gentle, soothing embrace like an anchor in a stormy sea. Cyan seems to be trying their best to bury their helmet in Black's shoulders, trembling.
"I'm.. so -sorry.." Cyan sobs, muffled. Their friend's hand pats their back, before suddenly, the parasite-infected crewmate feels.. something wet.
Black has opened their visor, red innards and saliva glinting dimly as their maw is revealed. Cyan gazes up at them and those trusting eyes, and then their entire view is constructed by a very humid and very soft gullet. They can barely process what's happening before the sound of a swallow fills their ears and they're indgested.
Cyan goes down relatively easy, without a single struggle. They seem to be relaxed by the warmth and the feeling of being massaged down Black's throat- after all, they're a sucker for warm and soft things.
Black sighs heavily, hands going over their extended gut. They've never had this much to eat before, but it feels good in a way, and if it's for their friend, it's worth it. They manage to drag themselves back to the nearest bunk- Cyan's, of course- and flop down on the bed, feeling the Imp inside shift and nuzzle deeper into the squishy flesh.
A soft breath escapes Black's lips as they pat their stomach, the smallest smile flickering on their lips as they lower their visor again.
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goldiesvorebloglmao · 9 months
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croissantatwaitrose · 2 years
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Random request. Among us vore SBI. 3 imposters have a crewmate family member. Fearplay, safe noms, little gore, hide and nom.
(Sounds fun let’s do this >:D)
Uh oh. Phil was screwed. He had agreed to play hide and nom with his imposter sons, but now he was badly injured. He had caught his arm on god knows what, and some of the flesh had been ripped out. Blood seeped onto the floor. Phil wasn’t going to be able to hide for long, that was for sure.
Techno was very chill and probably the best at finding, but never really liked playing the game so didn’t try. Tommy was shit at this game, but found it fun. And then Wilbur- could be absolutely terrifying during this game. It was Wilbur that Phil was really worried about.
His heart dropped when footsteps came his way. Luckily it was just Tommy, who, for some reason, could not see the mini pool of Phil’s blood on the floor, so Phil felt safer. He began mopping up the blood until there wasn’t any traces that could be seen by an imposter.
Then Wilbur came in. Phil wanted to scream, but forced himself to stay silent and hid behind the medbay scanner. Due to his nerves however, he stumbled right onto the scanner, which beeped, catching Wilbur’s attention. Oh Phil was definitely caught.
Wilbur studied the scanner until he saw Phil, then snatched him up quickly, and held him tightly in his fist. “Oh, finally. I was getting hungry.” He snarled, a small smirk lingering on his face. Phil knew Wilbur was just acting to make the whole thing more fun, but it scared Phil shitless nonetheless.
Phil gasped loudly as a sharp pain made contact with his arm. It was Wilbur’s tongue licking the wound, much like a mother cat would lick its kitten. Once Wilbur was done with that, he opened his mouth wide enough for Phil to see his large fangs, then dropped him in.
Wilbur’s jaws clicked shut once Phil landing on his tongue, which immediately began poking him and pinning him to the roof of his mouth, tasting him. Phil stayed still (not like he could do much anyway with his injured arm) and let Wilbur do his thing.
Once Wilbur was done tasting Phil, he tilted his head back and loudly swallowed, purring a little when Phil landed in his stomach. Phil quietly and irritably sighed, leaning back against the stomach wall and properly tending to his wound, feeling Wilbur rub where he was while getting on with the rest of the round.
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data-expunged-0 · 2 years
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So, this idea has been living rent-free in my head for a while now. It kinda resurfaced when I watched Revtrosity's "Saying a lot of things as Papyrus" video. So just... enjoy.
Red Sus
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Ted was spooked, to say the least.
The Skeld was already being held together with duct tape and bubble gum, and as the engineer on the ship, that was his problem.
What's worse, however, was that there could be an imposter in their midst. They didn't know who they were working for and why, but now Ted had even more crap on his plate.
Huh. Must be another tuesday, then.
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Fiona was stressed.
Ever since she'd gotten that weird alien on her face back on Polus, she'd been having weird cravings. Like, she didn't even like pork, but when ribs were being served in the cafeteria, she just couldn't turn them down.
Even worse, her saliva had started to glow red, and to be honest, she had no idea how she'd hidden it from her colleagues for so long.
And on top of all that, she heard voices in her head to kill her fellow crewmates, and they got worse around Ted, of all people, telling her to eat him.
Although, she'd never eat her childhood friend, right?
...right?
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A month later...
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Oh god, oh FUCK. Ted was royally screwed.
He was being chased down by an imposter, and he didn't even know who it was. He ran to electrical, hoping to fix the lights so he could at least see his killer.
But when he heard the doors open behind him as the lights came back on, he turned around, and...
"Finn?"
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Fiona couldn't take it anymore. She just grabbed a knife, sabotaged the lights and went haywire.
As she left the knife in black's corpse, she saw a flash of blue in the corner of her eye. Fueled by instinct, she ran after the crewmate, the victim, the PREY.
She took off her helmet, and she wrenched open the tungsten doors to get to the last crewmate...
Only to find her childhood friend behind them.
Nonononono. This couldn't be happening. She had made a promise to him, that she'd never let him get hurt on the Skeld. She couldn't hurt him.
"Finn?"
'It's fiiine,' the voice in her head told her cooly.
'You always hated that nickname, and besides, he won't get hurt.'
As much as she hated to admit it, the voice was right. She had some sort of storage pouch on the side of her stomach, and she did hate the nickname "Finn." She'd told him multiple times just to call her Fiona.
And so she picked him up.
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Nonononono, this couldn't be happening.
Why was Fiona so big? Why she picking him up? Why was her saliva re-oh. Well, at least one of his questions had an answer.
He squirmed against her tight grip, trying to get her to put him down.
"Fiona! Don't do this! Let me go!"
He heard a quiet pop as Fiona took off his helmet. She licked his face with her now freakishly long tongue.
"Minty..." Fiona muttered, presumably to herself.
"No! Fiona! Please stop! Think about what you're doing!" Ted yelled, his cries falling on deaf ears.
He was gonna die.
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Fiona put her friend in her mouth, swishing him around with her tongue. He had an odd taste, something like berries and mint.
She switched her throat to lead to her storage pouch. She had no intention of killing her friend. A promise is a promise, after all.
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As he heard Fiona swallow, Ted knew his fate was sealed. He travelled down his friend't throat, squirming the whole way down.
When he fell into her glowing stomach, he beat against the walls, knowing full well it wouldn't do jack shit.
He ended up crying himself to sleep so he wouldn't be awake for what was to come.
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Fiona got up off the floor and walked to navigations, trying not to fall asleep on the way there.
She set a course for Keplar-22C, a hub for all races and species. She heavily doubted anyone would question her.
She finished entering the coordinates abd slumped back into a purring mess, eventually falling asleep at the pilot's seat.
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gulkgulkgulkgulk · 2 years
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aciddrooldeluxe · 1 year
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I wish people outside of the vore community knew about the motherfucker who say "DNI if you're a kink/nsfw/fetish account!" My brother in Christ You are the kink/nsfw/fetish account.
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1o1percentmilk · 1 year
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this is the second most cursed thing i've ever written
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stormtheskyelf2 · 13 days
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Imma rant here and answer it later
WHAT I THINK THE HUMAN BEANS WOULD BE LIKE IN VORE (Fnf vs. Imposter)
Black: a gentlemen pred, or he just chases you down like a maniac
/absolutely bewildered prey, how did this happen
Grey: Mainly the scared prey in need of comfort vore
/unwilling pred that would eat someone if Black told him to or if he needed to hide a tiny from Black
White: fearplay pred who loves to gloat
/disagreeable, unwilling prey who definitely isn't enjoying being warm
Pink: Lovesick pred who would eat you no matter what but wouldn't digest OR nervous pred who needs EXPLICIT PERMISSION
/very nervous-flustered prey
Maroon: Fearplay Pred who would check up on the Prey every so often, acting like he doesn't care when in fact he may or may not have a soft spot
/nervous prey who's genuinely scared of being digested without any hope, acts like he's not shaking in his boots
Green: The teen who got lost on the way to college and ended up in Imposter.co, a pretty nice Pred once you get to know him, he has pillows in his stomach lol
/nervous but willing prey
Yellow: The trans guy who has children (In my AU, he transitioned and then realized he was prego with twins), a very gentle Pred. "How's that? You'll like it? Let me know when you're ready to come out."
/tired Prey, he'd probably ask to be eaten so he can rest
Red: an absolute b-
fearplay pred, doesn't really care
/unagreeable prey
Uhh I think that's it holdup no it's not
Red Mungus: A silly lil guy who I think would be more like a plushie pred, with no saliva ans just general softness (in both le stomach and his personality)
/most likely to fall into your drink
Mr. Shapeshifter guy, Monotone? Bird mask person: A very egotistical pred, not really caring about their prey
/I don't think anyone would WANT to eat him
Cyan crown guy: Another egotistical pred, literally doesn't give a sh-
/He'd never let himself be eaten, you'd get a stomachache
Uhh Savannah guy, I can't spell his name: very kind pred
/soft prey, nervous but agreeable, definitely a g/t fan
Warchief: "Listen here imposter, you're not getting away this time-" or a somewhat soft pred. He'd eat you and not really talk, but he has his hand on his stomach the whole time
/unwilling to willing prey, he needed this
Jorwasee, basketball guy?: boastful pred, "hey look I got your prey and u didn't", definitely patting his stomach
/"Uh.. sorry? I didn't mean that insult- wait why are you opening you mouth-? WHY IS EVERYTHING GETTING BIGGER? WHY AM I SHRINKING? WAIT WAIT NO NONO-" *gets nommed and pouts*
My fingers hurt and there's probably more of them but eh
My fingers hurt
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croissantatwaitrose · 2 years
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ok random vore thing/thought. Among us vore. crewmate raised in a family of imposters. how would you write it out?
(Assuming crewmate is the prey?)
The crewmate has always been living slightly on the edge.
Living in a family of imposters was never easy, especially when you were a crewmate. They would constantly be looking over their shoulder, scared that if they never looked back, they would be eaten.
After all, imposters were cruel, merciless beasts who thought with their stomachs, not their brains or their hearts.
Being in a family of imposters, however, the crewmate thought they were safer. The imposters were their family, weren’t they..? Family wouldn’t eat their family, right?? They were so wrong.
The crewmate was simply doing what they do best, everyday, doing tasks. What else would they be doing? What the crewmate wasn’t expecting was to be grabbed from behind, the next thing they saw was rows of sharp fangs, saliva dripping off of each one.
They were swallowed down quickly, and struggled once they were inside their brother’s stomach and had actually grasped what had just happened.
The crewmate’s cries and pleas were only met with small rubs and pleased hums.
Their fate was sealed.
(Thank you for sending asks :))
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reclusiveopossum · 1 year
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Sagebrush - Part 6
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may or may not have neglected to edit it cuz ocd brain said no, but I'll do it later. for now, have stinky children figuring things out.
CW: Mentions of Nonsexual Safe, Soft Vore, Light Panic, Shock, Mentions of Using People (Indigenous peoples being referred to as 'Indians' because it's the terminology that would have been used at the time, not because I think it's correct)
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I watched the puffs of sand billow over my feet as I huddled in the cool water, back turned to the snake. He’d insisted on staying close, but although he seemed confused, hadn’t argued when asked not to look. Like he owed it to me or something. . . Which of course he did, but I hadn’t expected him to think so. Maybe I’d misjudged him. . . That is if any of what he’d said was true. But why would he have. . . I swallowed, screwing my eyes shut. My release wouldn’t make sense if he was lying. Aside from the slightly worsened ache of my ribs, I was virtually unharmed. Physically. Mentally that is. . . well, I didn’t think my brain had yet to catch up with the events of the last hour. I craned my head furtively over my shoulder to peek at the balled form of Dallas, hidden somewhere inside his coiled tail. There had to be some truth to it or I’d be burned at the very least. And I wasn’t.
My shoulders caved a bit closer to each other and my fingers pressed into my sides, letting my chin brush the surface of the water. I wished he’d have given me a bit more space, but he’d been so insistent- looked so scared- that I hadn’t had the heart to argue for it. I thought for the first time I might’ve caught a glimpse of what he was like on the inside in more than just the literal sense. Though that didn’t explain why he’d seem so terrified at the prospect of my death. He couldn’t really be that lonely, could he? It wasn’t exactly as though I’d been kind to him. 
Nothing about him made sense, but I supposed maybe overthinking it wasn’t the best idea. If he wasn’t lying, and as shocking as it was, I was inclined to believe he wasn’t, he’d been trying to keep me alive and I was still breathing last I checked. 
I closed my eyes again, taking a few deliberate breaths before plunging my head beneath the shimmering surface and pulling it back up, sending droplets of water flying to scatter down across the stream again as I shook my head. Once I’d scraped my hands through my hair and rid it of as much slime as I thought was possible, I pulled my trousers and shirt in to provide them with the same treatment. 
Finally, I stood, roughly wringing them out until they were little more than damp and climbing from the water to dress, eyeing the pile of black and tan scales as I did. As hard as I tried not to let my mind wander to how I’d literally been encased in them an hour or so ago, it landed there inevitably and I was left staring at my feet wet bare feet and the bits of dirt clinging to them. 
“You. . . dressed?” It was honestly sort of funny how hesitant he sounded, I had half a mind to tell him I was bare naked, but I didn’t. He was anxious, and possibly just as shaken as I was, and it wouldn’t have been kind.
“Yeah, I’m dressed.” I nodded, sticking my hands in my pockets and mentally grimacing at the way the fabric stuck and dragged at my skin. I was going to end up with rashes at this rate, but with how on edge the snake creature already seemed, among other reasons, it wasn’t as though I could walk around without clothes. 
He uncurled himself, slightly, his head poking up from the tangle, brow furrowed in something akin to uncertainty, and I hated how instinct told me to run or flinch or defend myself. For so many reasons. “I caught quail if you still want it,” 
Wetting my lips hesitantly, I nodded. “I. . . I could eat, yeah,” 
He paused before turning to scoop something up and sliding closer to the stream and consequently, me. My pulse tattered upward and I only stared dumbly at him as I grappled with the fear welling into my lungs and pressing against my bruised ribs. He hadn’t hurt me- he’d never even tried, but-
I wedged my hands into my armpits and resumed my scrutiny of the ground. 
“Don’t cook much obviously, but I c’n get the fire going if you can do the rest,” I blinked, slowly registering the offer between watching him gather tinder; not a difficult thing with all the dry brush.
“Yeah, I cook,”
Humming in affirmation, he slid the bag from his shoulders, letting the coat fall with it, and sat back to go about rummaging through the former's pockets.  
I practically forced my legs forward like one might those of a doll and pulled myself to his side, only to pause at the two bits of. . . something he’d drawn from within the bag and was now cracking together over the pile of scraggly twigs and grass. My head tipped sideways, the unwanted anxiety fading for a moment in place of curiosity. “What’re those?”
He stopped momentarily to look up at me before resuming. “Flint ‘nd pyrite. . . traded for ‘em from the Paiute; south of here,” Bits of glowing orange split off from where the two pieces of stone hit each other, falling into his bundle of dead plant matter. All of it looked so small in comparison to his fingers; clumped together the way you might hold a nearly spent chalk stub.
“So you- you trade with Indians?” Still carried by inquisition for the moment, my nerves seemed begrudgingly willing to sit back long enough for my questions to be answered.
“The- oh, yeah. . .” His lips pressed thin with some suppressed emotion I couldn’t quite puzzle out.
I scuffed my foot against a flat bloom of crabgrass, frowning. “Aren’t they. . . afraid you’ll- y-y’know. . ?”
“No, we’ve got good ties with the Paiute; Sahaptin too. We’re friendly with most of the old humans,” The underlying implications quelled any other questions I might have and I edged away a bit, sitting adjacent to him a yard or two off, picking at the bits of grass poking up around me. It made sense I supposed, but it didn’t exactly make me feel safe. 
Seeming to sense this though, he sighed and I felt him lean closer. “Listen, I’m. . . the plan was never to hurt you and it-” his words broke away as the snarl of dead plant matter caught and he scooped it up to blow on it, tipping his face close as the orange flared with each exhale until it was burning in earnest and he set it down to carefully arrange more substantial sticks against it. “-still isn’t, even if you’re. . .” his eye flicked sideways before returning to me. “I- it doesn’t matter. As long as you don’t try and kill me, you’ll be fine.” His hands came up to fiddle with something at the back of his head and I realized it was the knot in his bandanna. “You need anything else? I’m- I’ll admit ‘m not the best at cleaning things, and if you’re fine, I’m gonna do laundry,” 
The bandanna fell into his hands and I quickly redirected my attention to scooping up both quail from where he’d laid them to keep myself from paying too much attention to the glazed, slightly drifting eye or the deep, pocked scars surrounding it. Making him self conscious or uncomfortable by staring was the last thing I intended on doing, even if he claimed he had no intention of hurting me.
“It’s fine, I know how. . .”
I was busy working to pluck the quail when he nodded, retreating to the stream. 
We worked in mutual silence that way for a while and it left me with little more to do than allow my mind to wander. What it stumbled over, was the reason why the snake seemed so insistent on my survival, almost protective if I didn’t know better. What had I done to cause that? He hadn’t had a problem killing the men who were holding me, why was I any different? Pity maybe, which wasn’t something that I wanted by any means, but I supposed I could stomach it for now if it kept me alive.
By the time both birds were effectively naked and gutted, I’d had to save the fire from dying at least six times, and Dallas was setting his clothes over several bushes to dry, I had bits of slimy down stuck beneath my fingernails and the light around us was growing a steadily deeper shade of yellow as late afternoon faded into early night. I twisted to break off a few branches from one of the bushes at my back and strip them of the flimsy twigs sprouting off them, squering each carcass on it’s own stick and pausing, looking across to the Dally for assistance. “Any chance you could hold these over the fire for me while I wash bird guts off my hands?”
I was still doing my best not to let my eyes linger against his face longer than was natural, so I was occupying myself by haphazardly picking feathers and fluff from my sticky hands while simultaneously holding the sticks and didn’t catch his nod. So I was about to ask again when large hands materialized out of nowhere to take the branches from me and I was startled into looking up, not expecting the soft expression I was met with. 
He waved a hand at the stream. “Go on, I’ll end up charing them to a crisp if you take too long-”
When I’d eaten and the long, pink glowing shadows had slid away into soft brown ones, the moon not quite ready to show itself, the snake swept his tail over the fire, grinding it into the ground before testing the shirts to see they were dry and pulling one over his head. He butted his head into my back the same way he had that morning and I found it wasn’t quite as hard to resist flinching now. “You ready for sleep, ‘cause. . . dunno if it’s jus’ me, but it’s been a hell of a day and I’m exhausted.”
Snickering, I reached back to brush a hand over his hair without really registering what it was I was doing, though I dropped my hand as soon as I did. “Might not wake up for another week if you let me,”
He grinned wearily and I had little chance to protest when I was scooped up and deposited in a curl of his tail shortly there after. “You don’t seem to be able to grasp the fact that I am capable of transporting myself,”
Winding his tail in a careful sort of nest around both of us, he finally laid down, nestled between against himself, his back facing me. “Yeah, yeah. . . maybe I just like carrying you,” 
It was so off hand, and I couldn’t imagine he actually intended it the way I’d automatically interpreted, but even so. . . “Don’t say shit like that. Go to sleep, you moron. . .” 
The way his visible shoulder shook faintly suggested I was being laughed at, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of a response and it wasn’t long after that his breath evened out and he relax fully. Satisfied he wasn’t awake to mock me, I turned over and leaned lightly against him. Maybe I didn’t know him, but that didn’t mean the weight of someone else breathing against my back wasn’t soothing. If. . . if he really was telling the truth about never meaning to hurt me, I was probably safer with him than I ever had been on my own. Anyone who came after me would probably end up dead and I wouldn’t even be responsible. It wasn’t. . . it wasn’t using someone if they were doing it of their own free will, was it?
My train of thought was lopped clean in half when subject of it shifted in his sleep, rolling over with one arm flopping over me, the other curled loosely under and the rings of scaled muscle around us rearranged themselves. Lips brushed the back of my neck and my already rigid frame stiffened completely, nails digging into the dirt, breath coming in shallow, irregular wisps. 
I was about to haul off and slap him before running as far as I could get when a deep intake of air rasped against my skin and I turned my face just enough to make out his slack features. I lay my head back down, eyes still wide, heart still throbbing in my ears, but still now. He was asleep. He was. . .
A hand came up to grip lightly at his arm, closing my eyes and exhaling slowly. It was fine, he wasn’t- I was safe. . .
If he woke up this way, he’d probably either pretend it never happened or be comically embarrassed over it, and neither were harmful. I sort of pet his arm curling up so my back was pressed to his chest.
He wasn’t bad company, and even if I wasn’t allowed to leave, I could make things work. 
I let myself fall into sleep, drifting on its soft currant, cradled against the fading warmth and the tangible heartbeat. Maybe I was using him, maybe I wasn’t, maybe I didn’t care.
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~Fun Facts with Iris~ continuing this simply because my researchings leads to me learning facts that I need to vomit back to you
-Lighters were invented by German chemist Johann Wolfgang Döbereiner in 1823 (two years after our present)
-Matches were accidentally invented in the western world in 1826 by British pharmacist John Walker (but were first invented in china by a lower class court women during a siege in 577 AD)
-flint and iron pyrite was the primary fire-starting method for the indigenous peoples of the area.
<- Part 5
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voraciousvore · 2 months
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Candy and the Beanstalk
I wanted to write something light and silly and fluffy, since I've been writing so many dreadfully dark stories lately, so I put my OCs Candy Caramello and Martin Maneater into a classic beanstalk story. No actual vore in this one, just cute g/t fluff and some mild sfw romance. Enjoy (I hope)! :3
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They came from the sky, draped in remnants of clouds. Nobody knew how, or whence, or what they were, other than the fact that they vaguely resembled beans—beans with an exotic iridescent sheen, pulsing with a rainbow parade of luminescence. Upon their initial discovery, in a fallow dirt field, they drew considerable attention and curiosity. As obvious magical objects, they fetched a high price among buyers eager to discover their secrets. 
Unfortunately, these buyers were soon disappointed to find that their fortunes had been wasted. Not a single person could get the beans to grow, nor could they extract any magical properties. The kaleidoscope of lights that displayed on their smooth surfaces gradually faded to a dull, lackluster brownish green, just like any other bean, with only the occasional spark of light to betray their original appearance. The mysterious beans from the sky soon faded into obscurity as people lost interest, deemed nothing more than a hoax or scam. 
Out in the countryside, far away from the hustle and bustle of major townships, lived a humble peasant girl by the name of Candy Caramello. She was a very sweet and pretty girl, blessed with lovely blue eyes and long blonde hair, but she was also as dumb as a box of rocks. She lived with her parents on the family farm and worked as a milkmaid, with big milkers of her own to match. Regrettably, she wasn’t good for much else beyond the simplest tasks, especially with how clumsy and accident-prone she tended to be, so her parents didn’t have high hopes for her. She spent her days daydreaming about boys as she milked the cows and fed the animals. 
One day, one of the older cows stopped producing milk. Candy brought this unfortunate news up to her mother. “Mom, the cow’s broken. Her udder’s all shriveled up.” 
“Well, the cow’s of no use to us anymore. Take it to the market to sell it for its meat and hide,” her mother ordered. 
“Really? Me?” Candy replied with surprise, twirling strands of her lustrous golden hair around her fingers. She usually wasn’t assigned much responsibility. 
“Are you sure that’s a good idea? She’s bound it muck it up,” her father whispered. Mrs. Caramello shushed him and sent her daughter on her way. 
“She’s got to learn eventually,” her mom sighed, once she was out of earshot. “We can’t treat her like a baby forever.” 
Candy skipped along the dirt path to town, excited for a new adventure as she led the cow by a rope. Her blue eyes sparkled with joy as she beheld the scenery: undulating fields of grain, majestic old oak trees, fresh green grass, fluffy white clouds glowing with sunshine. She walked over a stone bridge and watched fish dart around in the sparkling waters of the river below. The cow impatiently pulled on the rope to hurry her along. 
She entered the market, and was immediately distracted by all the new sights and sounds and people. Stalls lined the streets bursting with fruits and vegetables, colorful textiles, hand-crafted goods, and a wide array of exotic baubles and trinkets. Candy forgot about selling the cow as she browsed goods that she had no money to buy. 
“Hey, you! Wench!” a gravelly voice called from the entrance to a dark, deserted alley off to the side. 
“Hmmm?” Candy turned her head and walked toward the sketchy area, oblivious to the potential danger. 
“Is that cow for sale? How much?” the voice rasped. A shadowy figure, cloaked in midnight blue garments, crept out of the shade from the brick walls that hemmed in both sides of the narrow passage. He was a lean, tall man with a sickly mien. 
“Ummm… what’s your best offer?” Candy inquired. She had no idea how much she was supposed to sell the cow for. 
“I have something that might interest you…” A gnarled hand emerged from the folds of the cloak, holding a small drawstring bag full of small lumps. “Magic beans!” He opened the bag and pulled out a bean to show her. To Candy’s amazement, the bean flickered with light. 
“Magic?” Candy’s eyes gleamed. “What do they do?” 
The mysterious individual hesitated, as if not anticipating the question. “Uh… they’ll make you rich! Fabulously rich!” Candy looked at the stranger blankly. Money was fine and dandy, but not what her heart truly desired. Sensing her apathy, he changed tactics. “Or… they’ll help you find true love!” 
Candy, being the hopeless romantic that she was, lit up. “Really? All that for a cow? Why? How?” 
“Erm, don’t worry about that. Just, uh… follow your heart and look to the heavens and you’ll have your answer!” 
Candy agreed to the deal, and traded the cow for the beans. As she left, the stranger muttered under his breath, too quiet to hear, “What a fool… those beans are useless…” 
On her way home, Candy pawed through the bag and examined the beans. None of them had that special spark or sheen that she witnessed earlier, but she wasn’t deterred. She believed in the magic with all her heart. She couldn’t wait to plant them and see what would happen. Would they bloom with fantastic buds, opening to reveal a handsome prince? She nearly squealed with joy at the thought. She entered her cottage home just as the sun was beginning to set, bathing the landscape in orange twilight. 
“Mom, Dad, look what I got for the cow!” Candy proclaimed, holding up the sack of beans triumphantly in her hand. 
“What’s that? Gold coins?” Mr. Caramello asked. 
“No, even better! I got beans! Magic beans!” Candy poured the beans into her hand so they could see. Her parents stared dumbly at the dull pile. 
“Please… tell me you’re joking,” her mother uttered in disbelief. Candy gave a slight shake of her head, clueless. “Candy, you clod! You traded an entire cow for a handful of beans?” 
She snatched all the beans out of Candy’s hand and threw them out the window. “Empty-headed simpleton! You got scammed! You wasted a perfectly good cow!” 
“I told you this would happen,” her father muttered. Mrs. Caramello elbowed him hard in the side, making him grunt. Candy hung her head, dejected. She wanted to shrivel into the floorboards and disappear. She tried her hardest to please her folks, but somehow she always messed everything up. Her best was never good enough for them. She fought back tears. 
“Ugh, just get out of my sight,” her mother said with a disgusted wave of her hand. Candy turned around with a despondent slouch and obeyed, dragging her feet out the door.   
“Don’t you think you’re being too hard on her, dear?” Mr. Caramello murmured, once Candy was out of earshot. “She can’t help it that she’s so stupid.” 
“I’m just sick of her being such an airhead! She needs to get her head out of the clouds and grow up!” Mrs. Caramello spat back with frustration. 
Outside, Candy walked over to the beans scattered in the soil and plopped down on her knees. Sniffling, she scooped the beans up into her hands with some crumbs of dirt and gazed down at them sadly. They didn’t glow, stubbornly insisting on remaining a bland monochrome green. She poked her fingers in the dirt and scooped out a hole, then planted the beans and tucked them in with a pat of her hands. She kept her hands in place, sitting in the dirt as the sun sank below the horizon, quenching its fire into the earth. Her remaining energy died with the light. 
With a laborious sigh, Candy went back inside the house, avoiding her parents and laying down in her bed to sleep. A trickle of melancholy dribbled into her core as she huddled on her side and stared at the wall. She was desperate to please; at the end of the day, she just wanted to be loved and held. She wanted a caring man, big and warm, to wrap his arms around her and tell her that she wasn’t useless. She wanted to feel precious and special, beloved and cherished, rather than being such a worthless disappointment. Candy shivered, pulling the bedsheets up to her chin, and fell asleep. 
Little did she know that the beans, hidden beneath layers of earth, were radiating multicolored flashes. They had awakened from their long-dormant state with a burst of fire. Candy’s sweet touch had brought them to life. Like Arthur pulling Excalibur from the stone, Candy had something special that the magical beans patiently sought.  
While she slept, a fresh green sprout emerged from the ground and reached for the sky, twisting and looping in a rapid ascension. Tendrils swirled in spirals and springs around each other as they lengthened and expanded in scale. Leaves grew from tender buds into magnificent foliage large enough to lay on like a mattress. The stalk thickened and swelled, transforming from a thin vine to a pillar to a massive verdant structure, broader and taller than the biggest redwood trees. 
Candy woke up early, as was her habit, to let out the chickens and milk the cows. When she walked out the door into a dark shadow, she turned around to behold the gigantic beanstalk towering above her, above the house and surrounding countryside, impossibly tall, so high up that she couldn’t even see the top as it disappeared into the cloud layer. She stood there and gaped in astonishment, not believing her eyes. She wondered if she was still dreaming as she slowly stepped up to the plant and placed her palm on its glorious green surface. It was real. The magic was real. 
She craned her head back to gaze up into the sky. The words of the bean seller popped into her head. Follow your heart and look to the heavens. When she initially heard those words, she thought he meant to pray for divine intervention, or have faith or strength of spirit. Now, however, the words took on a whole new meaning. Clearly, she was supposed to literally ascend to the sky, via the magical bridge created expressly for her. 
The task before her was daunting, but Candy was firm with resolve. She dreamed, in her most honeyed fantasies, of finding true love. The ceaseless desire burned in her so strongly that she feared she would turn to ash if it were not satiated. She didn’t know what could possibly be in the sky that would aid her in her quest, but she was determined to find out. She took a deep breath to steady herself before beginning her journey. She gripped a coiled vine in her hand and started to climb. 
At first, scaling the beanstalk was fun, reminiscent of a joyful childhood climbing trees. As the time stretched on, though, Candy’s optimism waned and her muscles began to ache. The labor became arduous. As the atmosphere thinned with the great height, the air chilled and the wind bit through her light clothes. The verdurous shoots of the beanstalk were soft and feathery in some parts, hard and sharp in others, digging into the skin on her hands. Whenever she grew weary, she rested on one of the many giant leaves. She didn’t want to stay in one place for too long, though, since she still had a long way to climb. 
Candy considered giving up, but at some point she realized it would be just as hard to return to the ground far below. The distance was dizzying; Candy was just grateful she wasn’t afraid of heights. The beanstalk occasionally swayed in the breeze, making her cling with a death grip to the leafy vines until the stalk steadied again. When she needed a distraction, she admired the view. She could see for miles around. The farmland below, from such a grand height, looked flat, since none of the objects below could compare to the colossal twisting tower. 
Candy entered the cloud layer, where the air was moist and frigid. The initial wisps of cloud thickened into heavy white puffs that produced dark shade. Candy was tempted to curl up when the cold ice particles surrounded her, and her hands met crusts of ice on the foliage, but she forced herself to continue. Finally, she emerged from the cloud layer, back into the brilliant sunshine. 
Her eyes just about boggled out of her head when she surveyed the cloudscape around her. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t an entire alternate world up in the clouds. There were trees, and flowers, and a garden, and even a charming cottage close by. Candy cautiously tested the surface of the clouds and was surprised to find them pleasantly firm beneath her feet, like solid earth. She hopped off the beanstalk, stretched her weary arms, and headed towards the nearby cottage. 
She immediately discerned that something was amiss as she grasped the true nature of her surroundings. The grass was tall, easily as tall as she was, and the flowers towered over her head. The trees stretched up into infinity, their branches and leaves fading into the blinding mist higher up. Candy gawked over a fallen acorn as big around as a barrel of ale as she walked past it. The cottage at first glance appeared close, since it was such an immense building, but was actually quite far away.  
Candy faltered as she recognized just how shockingly huge everything was, especially the house. Who could possibly be large enough to inhabit such a vast structure? Fear flooded her heart, yet her curiosity and desire ultimately won out. She believed in the magic of the beans, even more so as she beheld such impossible, remarkable sights. She felt, in her heart, she was destined to come here—as the bean seller had promised her, to find love. 
She cautiously approached the cottage, marveling at the inconceivable scale of it all. Up close, the house was so large that she couldn’t take it all in at once. She stumbled over some pits in the ground, failing to notice that the ridges taken as a whole formed a giant bootprint. She reached the door, which stretched hundreds of feet above her head, and gazed up at it in wonder. There was no way she’d be able to open it on her own, but she was small enough to crawl underneath it, through the gap between the door and the floor. She slipped inside, her heart racing. 
The inside of the domicile would be rather average-looking, if not for the size. Candy found herself on a huge, scratchy welcome mat that nearly matched the square footage of her cow barn back home. She stepped over the threshold and onto a boundless stone floor. As she walked forward, with her diminutive shoes clicking on the stone, a tremendous masculine voice boomed from somewhere inside the house. 
“FE!” 
Candy stopped dead in her tracks at the enormous voice. The loud sound was followed up by a substantial thud, then another, and another, which Candy recognized as the rhythm of giant footsteps. 
“FI!” 
The steps rapidly approached, nearly knocking Candy over with how much they vibrated the floor. Her heart jumped into her throat. Logically, she knew she ought to run, but she was petrified in place. 
“FO!” 
The source of the disruption made his appearance, rounding a doorframe into the room. He was a giant man, hundreds of feet tall, with stormy gray eyes, short dark hair, and a sturdy build. He thundered toward little Candy, who was too stunned to move. 
“FUM!” 
His boot slammed down next to her. At her height, she wasn’t even tall enough to reach his ankle. He kneeled down, looming over her. 
“I smell the blood of an Englishman!”  
Candy gasped as a gigantic hand, with fingers thicker and longer than her entire body, overshadowed her. She finally snapped out of her paralytic state and turned to run, but she had no chance of escape as the fingers closed around her in a fist. She watched the floor drop away below as she was lifted up to the giant’s face so he could get a better look at her. 
“Er... Englishwoman,” the giant corrected himself, once he was able to see her closer. Candy gazed up at his huge face, into his soft gray eyes. He had a prominent nose, full lips, and a forest of stubble around his mouth and chin. Other than his size, he didn’t look menacing or evil. As a matter of fact, Candy found him to be strikingly handsome. Perhaps even the most handsome man she had ever seen—the kind she fantasized about all day while she milked the cows, when she imagined her perfect man. 
“Hmmm, I’m in the mood for a sandwich,” the giant rumbled to himself, standing up with the tiny woman in his fist. Candy wasn’t really listening to what he was saying. She was spellbound. She felt her face warm up with him so close, so huge, all around her. His fingers wrapped around her body as warmly as she pictured the arms of her fictional lover last night. Was this the man she was supposed to meet? Her true love? Sure, he was enormous, and not quite what she had expected, but true love conquers all, right? 
The giant, oblivious to her thoughts, got out some slices of bread, meat, cheese, lettuce, tomato, and condiments, and started prepping his sandwich. Humans weren’t common up in the sky, and he hadn’t eaten one in a long time, so he was looking forward to a rare treat. He thought it odd that she wasn’t struggling in his fist or pleading for her life, as humans normally did when he threatened to eat them. Maybe she was too frightened. She was shaking a bit, after all. 
Candy rested her elbows on his finger and held her chin in her hands with a dreamy gaze. “What’s your name?” she asked. 
The giant was confused by the question, and her placid demeanor, but dutifully replied, “Martin. Martin Maneater.” He paused midway through spreading sauce on his bread. “What about you?” Why am I asking this girl her name, when I’m just going to eat her anyway? To be polite? 
She giggled, her face flushing at the attention. “Oh, I’m Candy. Candy Caramello! It’s lovely to meet you!” Martin blinked, increasingly baffled as he looked down at her. She wasn’t afraid of him at all. In fact, she had a rapturous look that was enthusiastic enough to make him blush. A woman had never looked at him quite like that before. And gosh, she was pretty cute too… just his type: blonde, blue-eyed, busty, and completely adorable. 
“Um…” Martin suddenly found himself tongue-tied. What was wrong with him? He was supposed to eat her, not fawn over her! And yet… and yet… his heart was singing in his chest with a thrumming rapid enough to make him lightheaded. He abandoned his sandwich and sat down in a chair at the dining room table, loosening his grip on the little lady since she apparently wasn’t going to bolt. 
With his mind drawing a blank, he asked the first question that popped into his head. “How did you get here, Candy?”  
“Oh! I planted some magic beans and climbed a giant beanstalk! It was amazing!!” Candy chirped as she twisted a strand of golden hair around her finger. She caressed Martin’s giant finger with her other hand, reveling in how warm and soft his skin felt on hers. Martin blushed again at the physical contact. He liked it more than he cared to admit. 
“Ah, the beans… that makes sense…” Martin muttered. “They only grow for special people, you know…” 
“Is that so?” Candy said in a seductive tone, batting her eyes at him. Martin’s heart jumped as she twirled playfully in his loose fingers. 
“Y-yeah… they only grow for a human of exceptional stock, one that is… especially tasty.” The giant raised a brow, curious to see how the woman would take this information. 
She didn’t skip a beat. “Awww, so you think I’m tasty?” Candy flirted with a wink. The literal meaning of his words seemed to be lost on her. Martin couldn’t help but chuckle. 
“I’m sure you are,” he teased back, running his tongue over his lips.  
Candy’s eyes lingered on his lips longer than he felt comfortable, as he felt himself drooling over her scent. “The bean seller told me I could find true love with the magic of the beans!” she blurted out. Martin raised his eyebrows with surprise.  
“Oh! Uh… hmmm… that’s interesting…” Martin stammered. What was he supposed to say to that? 
“Can I kiss you?!” Candy’s abrupt intensity was shocking. 
Martin reddened. “K-kiss me?” 
“That’s how you find out if someone is your true love! You have to kiss them!” Candy insisted. “That’s how it works in the fairy tales!” 
Martin’s tongue tripped over his words as he became increasingly flustered. He was about to deny her assertion, tell her love didn’t work that way, but… her little face and body, resting in his hand, made his chest swell. He wanted to kiss her, badly. He was lonely, living in the clouds all by himself. He wanted a woman to love, to call his own, and here she was, literally sitting in the palm of his hand, begging for his affection. How could he possibly refuse? 
“O-okay. Sure. Yeah.” His heart pounded in his chest as he raised her up to his lips. He was tempted to scoop her up into his mouth, being the man-eating giant that he was, but he politely refrained and puckered his lips gently. He pressed his plush lips to her tiny body, feeling every soft curve she had to offer. She kissed him back, her touch light and soft. He could feel her excited heartbeat pulsing in her chest. He pinned her down in his palm with rising ardor as he leaned into the sensual kiss. He could even taste her incredible caramel sweetness as his tongue touched her body. She was divine. His entire body burned with a sudden fiery passion that radiated from her touch on his lips all the way down to his toes. 
He could hardly tear himself away when he finished kissing her. He craved more. She lay flat on her back in his palm, hot and slightly soggy, her cheeks red as a rose and her eyes glistening with stars. She looked like a tiny angel. 
“I-I think you’re the one, Martin,” she uttered breathlessly. “That was amazing.” 
“Mmmmm, I agree,” Martin purred, caressing her body tenderly with his finger. He couldn’t believe his luck. He leaned down for another kiss, this one short and sweet but no less passionate. “Who knew a human woman could make me feel this way...” 
Martin cupped her in his hands and took her into his living room. He reclined on the couch and relaxed, holding the tiny woman against his chest. As he drifted off for a nap, he hoped in his heart that this whole encounter wasn’t all just a dream, and the tiny woman in his hands was, in fact, real. Before he closed his eyes, he looked down at her, snuggled up in the curve of his palm on his chest, rocking slightly with every beat of his heart. She was so trusting, already fast asleep in his hand after a long and exhausting day of climbing. 
Maybe true love was real after all. 
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kayla-crazy-stuffs · 11 months
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That's not really a good impression at all
I finally wrote this so....
the next fic will be the side story for surfer Dream au :)
Anyways, enjoy this :]
TW: Safe/soft vore, accidental fearplay, fear to being eaten
It was a fairly calm day, the sky was completely clear and even if there was a bit of wind, it wasn't cold. Dream was hidden among a bunch of trees that hid his presence from the human who used to walk through the forest.
He still wondered why a human lived so far away from other humans. This human's house was at the entrance of the forest and there was no other house for miles away. Maybe he liked being alone?
He continued to watch the human who had been lying on the ground for a while but started to get up. He had been so deep in thought that he probably hadn't realized the human had been lying there for about 15 minutes.
Dream pouted to himself, he wanted to observe the human more but he knew that he was going to return home and he wouldn't be able to see him again until tomorrow.
He followed the human to his house, carefully so that he wouldn't notice his presence. He saw the human enter the house and let out a silent sigh. He sat there watching the house even though he knew the human was not going to come out again.
Since the human moved to the forest and saw him for the first time began to feel attracted to the small one, to such an extent that he stalked him every day, from a distance and obviously hidden.
It didn't take long for night to come and it was at that moment that Dream came up with an idea that seemed to him like there was nothing wrong with it.
He approached carefully and silently towards the house, kneeling down to be face to face with the human's bedroom window. He always slept with the window open, which was quite big, so Dream raised his hand and slowly put it inside the house.
He used a pair of fingers to pull the covers off her and to carefully and gently gather him between them, slowly withdrawing his hand. Dream's eyes sparkled with curiosity and wonder at how small the human really was.
He brought him closer to his face to get a better look at him and finally did what he had planned to do. He put the human into his mouth gently, licking the small body and filling it with saliva so that he would go down the throat better.
Dream hum softly at the taste, the human had a slight taste of spiciness and something else he couldn't guess but didn't care much for. He pressed the human gently against the palate, swallowing the accumulated saliva in his mouth.
He continued to taste the human for a few more minutes until he decided it was enough and tilted his head back slightly, gently swallowing the human.
Dream heaved a contented sigh as he felt the human enter his storage stomach. He got up from the ground, beginning to walk back to his own home, although as soon as he arrived, the human began to wake up and within seconds was frantically moving around his storage while screaming in panic.
Dream's ears flopped down, he didn't think the human would be so scared.
He pressed gently on his storage trying to calm the human, but that seemed to make it worse as the human began to squirm more and the screams of panic increased.
Dream let out a little whimper, shoving the human back into his throat and within seconds he was back in Dream's mouth.
He gently removed the human from his mouth, wiping the saliva from him with the sleeve of his hoodie. The human was looking at him with his eyes wide with fear. Dream did not like that at all. “...I'm sorry…” “A-Are you sorry…? Y-You fucking ate me!!” Dream flinched at the sudden yell.
“You were safe, I swear! I wouldn't hurt you…” The human tried to look for some trace that he was lying but found nothing. The giant seemed to be quite sincere.
“A-Alright… just, don't eat me again…” he said with a soft sigh. Dream nodded, hugging the human. "What is your name?? My name is Dream!" he said with a smile.
The human flinched at the sudden embrace but calmed down quickly since he wasn't hurting him. “Uh.. Sapnap.. Glad to meet you too Dream, I guess…”
Dream just smiled stupidly as he lay down on his bed. Sapnap was amazed that the giant had a human-like house with furniture and all. "Good night then!" "Good night..." In a few minutes they both fell asleep, Dream happy to have the human with him after so long.
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clownhoodieguy · 6 months
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I'm feeling a nice, long story. Just going to clarify before hand: All characters in this story are of adult age and capable of consent.
Tw: Unwilling vore, fear play, verbal abuse(?)
"I'm just so sick of it...", his voice would trail off into the wind, a thought too heavy for his mind to bare. He hated hunting, and he hated his father, not for hunting, but for the fact that he'd drag him out there to hunt with him. "Father and son bonding", he'd call it, but they never seemed to get along on these trips.
"Why couldn't it have been bowling or something lame? Where's the fun in killing harmless animals?", his father did used to take him out bowling, but decided it wasn't man enough. Again and again, he would blatantly miss the fauna he was supposed to be gunning down, blaming it on a rough night's sleep, or a sore shoulder. His father wasn't having any of it though, snatching the firearm away from his son and furiously scolding him.
"For fuck sake, Jake, do you know how expensive bullets are?", not being one for confrontation, he just shrugs and apologizes. "Just piss off back to the site, don't need you scaring off all the animals." And piss off he would, stomping off through the forest trail and back towards their little camp site. Along the trail, golden Autumn leaves would cover patches of the dirt path, Jake would absent mindedly meander through the leaves, the little argument between his dad replaying over and over in his mind until... he was lost.
He'd gotten so used to crunching through the fallen leaves that he'd failed to realize he wandered off of the beaten path. "No matter", he thinks to himself, "I'll just retrace my steps and-", a chilly breeze rolls through, erasing his footsteps among the leafy floor. His heart sinks, and he begins to panic. Slumped back against a tree, he'd rest his arms on his knees and stare into the distance.
A spark of hope flutters in his heart, he remembers some gentle words from his dad from when he was just a kid. "...And if you ever get lost, and can't find your way home, just stay right where you are, and someone will find you.", and so, slumped against the tree he stayed. Hours pass, and the air grows colder, puffs of hot breath create clouds in front of him. The fog he'd exhale were entertaining, but a little concerning. What was more concerning was what looked like a rock, maybe limestone or sandstone, inching it's way closer to him each time he looks away.
"Hah heh, maybe the cold's getting to me", his chatters through clacking teeth. He pulls his arms into his hoodie and pulls the strings as tight as they'll go. Another hour passes, and it looks as if the boulder had been slowly, cautiously crawling towards him, it's mossy, chalky white exterior invoking the imagine of a deer skull. Another chuckle escapes his chapped, and he reasons to himself that the skull rock can watch over him while he rests his hefty eyelids. Jake's left eye begins to sag and close over his eye, the right one following suit, a shallow huff is filtered through his teeth before he gives into fatigue.
A waft of hot air billows over the resting man, startling him from his slumber. Had someone come to save him? His eyes slowly peel open, and his head swivels a bit as his eyes adjust to the twilight light.
Gasp!-
That rock, it was right in front of him! Two holes in either side of it like eyes, a horn on one side of it's head and a curly branch on the other, and a long, snout-like protrusion; there was no mistaking it, this was a giant deer skull- And it was breathing on him! Jake's legs extend and force him into standing, back pressed against the tree's trunk and arms bend backwards as if to hug the tree. A pair of green, ethereal dots roll into view and glare at the startled human in front of it.
Raising its gigantic head, Jake could now make out the body that supported it. It was furry, with patches of moss and lichen, it's arms were scarred, and had mushrooms growing out of an open wound in its shoulder. The creature's jaw hinges open, clouding Jake's vision with a puff of hot, moist breath, which left his skin feeling prickly from the sudden temperature change.
Finally, instincts thaws out his legs, and he side steps the beast, just as a large, clawed hand swooped in to snatch him. It makes chase, loud thumping rocks the earth beneath Jake's feet, but he dare not turn around to face his pursuer. A loud crash echoes through the forest, and the thumping ceases, Jake puts on the breaks and skids to a stop. The demon that had been chasing him was flat on the floor, free hand clawing at the raw spot on it's arm, desperately trying to rip the fruiting mushrooms from the bloody hole in its shoulder. With every scratch, the mushrooms would only bloom more, much to the dismay of the whining beast.
Sympathy strangles the poor man's heart, guilt eating away at his common sense as he watches the very thing that tried to hunt him down struggle. He was starting to regret being a pacifist, but the beast was just too good at playing with his heart strings. Seeing as this being had some sort of magic touch, and couldn't easily remove the infestation itself, he'd draw a knife given to him for the hunting trip and cautiously move towards the whimpering monster.
He approaches, knife raised and in clear view to this forest demon, its hollow eyes following him as he wanders ever closer to it. Removing the claw from its arm, it gives Jake a pained, understanding look and presents the shelf of fungi to him. One by one, he slices the parasitic fungi from its shoulder, constantly looking between the gash and the creature's face to be sure it wasn't going to suddenly snatch him up. As the final blood soaked shroom hits the forest floor, Jake examines the rough spot of surgery, and determined that it's not going to heal uncovered. Darkness begins to fall, and so he acts quickly, sliding off his hoodie and planting it against the demon's shoulder, it wincing as he wraps the sleeves around and ties it together tightly.
Moon light illuminates the both of them, looking the beast up and down, he holds a hand to his mouth as he notices it's entire lack of legs. Nothing but withered stumps remain, but just as Jake goes to examine them, it speaks up. Clearing it's throat, it gargles a few ancient words, then uses one of its enormous claws to grapple his leg. Jake grunts and struggles as it drags him, pulling the helpless human in front of it and then wrapping its fingers around his torso. Tears well up in Jake's eyes as he is held before the mouth of an eldritch forest deity, its teeth parting for the second time, now he could see into it's dark, fleshy maw, which dribbled splotches of slobber onto his shirt. A great, slimy appendage slips out from the darkness and glides right up the middle of Jake's body, he closes his eyes and shudders from wet sensation. Again, the tongue caresses his flesh, completely drenching him in drool.
Trembling from fear and cold, he finally cracks and breaks down into tears. The forest demon's fingers curl open, and Jake tucks his legs into his chest, sobbing into its open palm, just begging for it all to be done with. Using its right arm, the legless creature lurches its body towards the sky, and then pinches and lifts Jake's up, dangling him above their skull. The fabric on Jake's shirt begins to rip, unable to fully support his weight. The human glares down at the now open mouth below like it was a pit into hell, waving his arms in front of him and begging: "No! Not like this- please!". It would fall on deaf ears, moonlight reflects and glistens off of the black, inner flesh, and his shirt would tear more and more. Just as he goes to reach up and grab it's paw, the fabric gives out and drops him into the inky depths.
Sliding down its tongue, it'd lead his feet directly into its gullet, lodging them in the beast's neck. Reverberating a satisfied grumble, it uses a free hand to feet the small lump in its throat. Lift its head, his legs are next to vanish into the tight, squishy recesses of its gulch. Jake couldn't help but feel the dread of hopelessness pour into his heart again, eyes fixed on the moon as he believes this will be the last time he sees it before being devoured. His hips manage to slip into its neck, and then the monster swallows again, sucking his waist into the slick tunnel that was its throat. How it rippled and undulated, trying to pull him deeper into its body, was he... enjoying this? He didn't want to admit it, but how it massaged his sore legs, how could he not? It was his last moments, after all.
The creature's tongue would shift and press on Jake's back, pushing him further towards the being gullet. He didn't fight as it did, he'd already let himself fall too far. Taking a deep breath of air, the tongue shoves the last of him in, and the forest demon clasps its jaws shut and gulps the helpless human down. With claws pressed against its neck, it lets out a sort of purr as it feels Jake travel all the way down the length of its neck, and then disappear past its sternum. Jake would silently reflect on his life as he was rhythmically funneled down into the monster's guts, their heart boomed in his ear to the slow beat of its esophagus pulling his limp form into their bowels.
First, he'd feel a muscle open around his feet, before being squeezed out into a slightly more roomy chamber. He exhales the breath he'd been holding for a whole minute and swiftly inhales some more air. As he'd expected, it wasn't exactly fresh, but heavy and damp. There was a tinge of sweetness, a hint of nectar in the very little oxygen he was provided. When he was plonked down into the beast's belly, it would collapse back down into the pile of leaves it rested upon and release a pent up sigh of relief, laying a hand on the side of its taut belly.
Expecting an explosion of resistance, the forest demon braces its abdominal muscles for punches, kicks, and thrashing to come - but when a gentle hand touches the insides of the beast, it croaks from shock. Both of Jake's hands would carefully slide against the wrinkled folds of their cramped confinements, the loving, internal affection would continue for only a few seconds longer before his hands would fall to his sides and he'd fall back into the plush walls behind him. The beast exhales sharply, and then turns onto their side, tilting Jake's world. As soon as he flops to the other side of the creature's gut, he'd find himself sandwich between both stomach walls, the imprint of the monster's claw appearing and vanishing as they caress their human morsel.
Soon, the creature would let go of their paunch and turn back onto their stomach, crawling off into the moonlit forest. Its stomach would gently sway with Jake in it, like a hammock in the wind. Snuggly squished within the belly of this demon, Jake would turn and nestle into their fleshy prison. It was like being stuffed into a sleeping bag on a hammack, and having someone on top if you hugging and massaging your whole body, all while being drenched in warm, sticky, saliva. The beast's heart pumped a soothing beat that weighed heavy on their eyelids, their lungs sung a soft lullaby of cycling breath, and its stomach would burble, squelch and churn calmly. His senses were overwhelmed, but this wouldn't keep him awake- no, it was all just too much for him, he'd start to feel dizzy, and his world begun to spin. He had no energy, nor fight left in him, "if I fall asleep, I won't be able to feel it", he reasoned, still convinced he'd never escape this.
He surrenders his fate, and faints.
There was a cool sensation, like dewy grass. Coming to, he'd open his eyes and stare up at the midnight stars. Leaning up, Jake would rub his eyes then squint and star down at his body, he was still slathered in drool. It dawns on him, he's not dead! Scanning his surroundings, he'd recognize this as their camp, though it appeared there wasn't anybody here. Just as he was thinking that, the harsh beam of a flashlight would blind him, and then just as quickly switch off.
"Son? What the hell happened to you?! And why are you... wet?"
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That was fun, and I hope I didn't make too many grammatical errors, or used so little interesting grammar that I bored you!
Not gonna proof read it, I have faith that it'll be fine :)
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Heyo, CJ! I'm really sorry, but since you did say I could ask…
CW: Mentions of digestion
Considering it's highly illegal to digest a human, is there a system in case anyone does attempt to do so? How does it work? What is the punishment?
You mentioned that bones and organ meat are an essential part of their diet, do they consume it from animals now? How is their food prepared?
Can you explain a bit more how the third "lung" works? Is there any positive change on the mini-giant upon consuming a human friend, do they only feel satisfied/full (or satiated in case of cravings), can it be used in a therapeutic way for both parties? Does it act or interfere in the release of neurotransmitters?
And mhm, I'm aware of the comfort and curiosity with James and Ben, but I meant in a more generalized or biological way, because since they don't consume humans as food anymore (but still crave them), would their bodies adapt?
JUST ONE MORE THING, I'M SORRY-
How long did it take for them to stop having humans as food? What started it and how did society took it?
Oh boy this took me so long to answer lol but I hope I got all your questions!! Also never be sorry for these long asks because oh my goodness I love them lmao
CW: Mentions of digestion below the cut
Considering it's highly illegal to digest a human, is there a system in case anyone does attempt to do so? How does it work? What is the punishment?
There is, but I’m still working on fleshing all that out since this whole thing started as a silly little highschool vore sitcom hahah. Basically though it would be very difficult for someone to eat and digest a human without anyone noticing. For starters, it takes about a week or two to digest a full human, and during that time it’s going to be pretty obvious what they’ve done. Especially those first four or five days. See, mini giants don’t tend to eat large meals like that at all anymore, so if someone has a suspiciously human sized gut that’s definitely softer than it should be well...that’s not good news. There’s also just general police investigation type stuff and it will be noticed if someone just, goes missing. Missing persons reports and stuff you know? Combine that with the fact that the guilty party will have to hide away for a while and bingo, not too hard to find. It’s also worth mentioning that articles of clothing, especially shoes, wreak havoc on the digestive system, so those would need to be spit up, which would definitely be some evidence as well. 
The punishment is basically a first degree murder trial and the repercussions that come with it since, well that’s what eating someone for real is. 
You mentioned that bones and organ meat are an essential part of their diet, do they consume it from animals now? How is their food prepared? 
So food typically consists of things like whole roast chickens, large cuts of beef, pork, and venison, whole fish, and other things like that, which often means bones don’t even need to be added separately. Like, you know how we eat chicken and other cuts of pork and beef off the bone? They’d just eat the bone with the meat. Bones can also be bought separately, usually from larger prey items like beef, elk, bison, and other such animals, and are a fairly common snack food. Antlers are also popular, especially among young giants who’s fangs are still coming in, since they’re cheaper than some bones. 
Meals will be prepared pretty similar to the ways we’re used to. Roasted meat, soups, sandwiches, and fried meat, are all common dishes. The only difference is bone won’t generally be removed from a piece of meat and may even be added to certain dishes as both a garnish and part of the meal. Similar things go for organs. Organ meat is a staple for 90% of the kinds of soups you’ll find, and things like liver are very popular because of how big the organ is. Especially sliced on things like sandwiches. Think of it being just another common lunch meat. Heart and kidneys are also fairly popular snack foods and you can genuinely just buy like, a bag of them in the grocery store seasoned all sorts of different ways. 
Also, prepared meat will tend to be on the raw side of things, so always make sure you specify how you need things cooked if you’re human
Can you explain a bit more how the third "lung" works? Is there any positive change on the mini-giant upon consuming a human friend, do they only feel satisfied/full (or satiated in case of cravings), can it be used in a therapeutic way for both parties? Does it act or interfere in the release of neurotransmitters?
And mhm, I'm aware of the comfort and curiosity with James and Ben, but I meant in a more generalized or biological way, because since they don't consume humans as food anymore (but still crave them), would their bodies adapt? 
The third ‘lung’ is a pretty wonky system tbh so forgive me this is gonna get a little wack. Basically it’s like this...separate little organ that acts as a sort of bellows to pump some fresh air from the lungs into the stomach, and pump out deoxygenated air back out. It doesn’t take much more effort than maybe breathing a little deeper. The operation of the third lung is mostly involuntary actually! It automatically kicks in whenever there’s movement in a giant’s stomach, and the operation of the lung signals acid production to stop as well. If they wanted to digest something still alive they’d need to make the conscious decision to do so in order for the third lung to shut down and acid production to begin. 
Ingestion of a human helps mini giants produce certain neurochemicals like serotonin, dopamine, and melatonin, that greatly improve their overall mood and cognitive function. So like, basically if you super need to study for a last minute test it’s not a bad idea to eat your human friend before hand lmao. As for the human side of things, even though acid production is shut off for the time a human is ingested, there are still some very mild enzymes chilling in the giant’s stomach that will essentially remove most of the humans’s already dead skin and hair cells, so it’s like an extra exfoliating bath. 
Even though the effects are positive many humans and even giants have very mixed opinions about the issue. 
How long did it take for them to stop having humans as food? What started it and how did society took it?
Oh gosh okay here comes the history nerd brain lol
So eating humans purely for food was already falling out of practice since maybe....the 1500s? It still happened a lot of course, but it was more a means of executing prisoners of war than anything. Although depending on the rank of said prisoners of war it wouldn’t be too uncommon for the king or other high members of the aristocracy to eat them as a show of power. Nobels could also decide what to do with any human found on their lands, and most decreed that said humans were to be brought to them, since I think they may have been considered a delicacy of sorts. 
Peace treaties and even alliances were eventually drawn between most human and giant kingdoms, and while that didn’t solve every problem my any means, it certainly paved the way for eventual proper integration. 
Around the time of the Enlightenment both human and giant philosophers were proposing ideas on the equality of their species (or at least equality in intelligence) and both began looking at each other less as beasts and prey items, and more as fellow sapient beings. 
Fast forward to the 1800s and things are a lot more integrated. Most mini giants live in smaller towns on the outskirts of large cities just because they’re not generally fans of cramped cities, but for the few who do live in cities they are more than able to get jobs and even attend universities if they so choose. People are still very wary of them and things aren’t perfect, but it’s better than it used to be. 
Much later in around the 20s eating people was pretty much outlawed very enforced too, but that didn’t stop things from getting kinda bad during the prohibition because it was the prohibition lol. Eating someone was also a pretty popular way among mobs to dispose of witnesses or generally just have a good time, and people rarely looked into those sorts of disappearances anyways. 
Present day where we find Ben and James things are far from perfect, but they’re also the best they’ve ever been. There are quite a few human/giant cities with accommodations made for both species and the general fear of giants is at an all time low. Doesn’t mean some people aren’t still jerks, but you also won’t get arrested for eating someone so long as you have expressed consent and it’s clear they aren’t being harmed. It’s especially common for young giants and humans to play together this way actually, which means more and more humans and giants are growing up together used to the idea of being eaten by/eating their friends and thats lead to some all around great improvements. 
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