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[vixen525noms]

Special Gift Part 1

Another story that started out on my deviantart page. Like DCD it will be continued. A G/T story with a much more wholesome giant, but there will be vore.

It occurs long while after Defying Certain Death, but in the same world and both stories do eventually tie together.

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“Sir? The... ah... smaller guests have arrived. You probably should go out and join the celebration before one of the less friendly guests gets it in their head that one or two won’t be missed.” Connor nodded as he stood and turned away from his desk. He tended to dislike formal gatherings, especially when there was a large number of guests or if there were guests that could be in conflict. And this event had both. He had been grateful the coronation had only a small crowd, but it meant that the next event would have a large crowd. Not to mention gifts. No telling what some people would consider an appropriate gift to a new leader. He would have to greet and speak with the representatives of many peoples, both those representing the Syorians and Syors from different areas and those representing different races in the neighboring land. That’s what had him most concerned. They were so small by comparison... what would they consider an appropriate gift?

He sighed as he made his way to the great hall. No matter what they brought, he would have to feign pleasure at receiving the gift. It wouldn’t do to offend them, especially when the occasion was meant to celebrate the anniversary of the treaty between their people. It had been quite some time since the treaty was signed, and the laws enacted to ensure that no one did anything to ruin that treaty. He had been very young at the time, but not so much that he couldn’t remember what lead to it. Giants, primarily the Syors, had hunted the terrans, and the nearly identical humans for ages. He was no historian, but he doubted there was a time they ever hadn’t. Until the treaty anyway. A treaty made because the terrans had finally had enough and decided to strike back. Not with a few giant hunters, there had always been a few of those pests around, but as a people. An army.

At first, most giants had found the idea laughable. It didn’t seem like such comparatively small people could be any sort of a threat. But they soon learned they had underestimated the power of terran magic. They could never have guessed the terrans would find a way for individuals to merge their magic to strengthen it into an incredible force. It was after an entire town was wiped out that they began negotiations. They quickly met with the terrans on their terms, and had a treaty written in a matter of hours. It had only taken so long because of the challenge in writing it in a size that wouldn’t be too difficult for the terrans to read, but large enough for the giants to still make it out.

It had only taken the terrans half that time to eliminate an entire town. Half that time to create the Forest of Death, a place where every tree was the corpse of a giant.

Connor considered the different aspects of the treaty. If he was going to be meeting with representatives of their people, he would be expected to be familiar with most, if not all aspects of the treaty. He also had to be familiar with customs regarding interactions, as a leader he was expected to know everything necessary to avoid anything that might be seen as rude or insulting. But above all else to have full understanding of the treaty.

Writing and enforcing the treaty had been difficult. The biggest problem to follow was getting the Syors to give up their favorite prey. While as a group, the terrans had been quite formidable, most individuals stood little chance against a giant. There was also the complication that many Syorians, and some Syor hybrids, kept humans or terrans as pets. Luckily, the terrans hadn’t been too harsh on that matter, accepting it as long as the companion was well taken care of and had occasional interaction with people of the same size. They insisted on setting a duration limit, after a certain amount of time the pet would have to be offered the opportunity to return to their people. While Syor hybrids had complained about it, most Syorians were open to the idea, it already was common for Syorians to offer at least some degree of freedom after a while, and cared for their pets well enough that they would stay with their ‘owner’ or at least remain friends. And there were exceptions, certain circumstances where it was expected the ‘pet’ would not be released...

His train of thought was interrupted when he heard his arrival being announced as he neared the Great Hall where the guests were gathered. “Announcing the arrival of the new King, Connlaodh Rourke Kenrich...” Connor mostly tuned out the introduction, rather disliking the tradition for members of the royal family to have long names. He would have greatly preferred a much shorter name, and he couldn’t count the times he had requested they shorten his introduction. Now that he was in charge, he’d have to have that discussion again. He’d be far more likely to be successful in that request now that he had taken the throne.

Upon entering the Great Hall, he immediately was having to meet the various representatives, many having suggestions on things he might change, requests on certain matters, as well as several wanting a meeting at a later time. He was glad his royal steward stayed close, taking notes on everything said to him. He did his best to make a path toward the area set up for the little folks, knowing a number of them would be eager to leave this environment. Who could blame them for being a bit intimidated when surrounded by giants? At least there were elevated paths attached to the wall, leading to balconies and tables set up to accommodate them. There were even platform paths hanging from the ceiling for when any smaller guests were around for an extended stay. Simple teleportation charms could take them there, eliminating the need for a long climb. He couldn’t help but wonder if those paths were in use at all today. Most likely, this event was to celebrate the treaty, so some of the humans, terrans, and even other species had probably travelled great distance to get here, too far to make the trip home this evening. He’d ask his steward to double check that all accommodations were set for overnight stays.

When he reached the area where the terran and human representatives were, they bowed, and he immediately waved it off, “That’s unnecessary. I prefer keeping a more casual environment. Please, make yourself comfortable while you’re here. Is there anything in particular that needs to be discussed today?” The smaller people were clearly surprised by his open, friendly demeanor. He knew his father had been a bit of a stickler for tradition at times, insistent on typical formalities. It had caught them off guard, but before long they were past the tension and able to talk to him more openly. He made sure his steward took notes as they discussed various matters. A caravan of performers had vanished while en route to perform on his side of the border. It wasn’t surprising that some would perform for giants, he knew several borderland towns welcomed the smaller people, knowing talent came in all sizes. A rogue Syor had caused trouble and been injured by their mages. He made sure to get a detailed description of both the missing performers and the troublemaker.

The terrans were ecstatic when he told the steward to put a priority on those matters, glad to see he was taking their matters seriously. Some giants would be dismissive of their troubles... This new ruler was clearly going to be an improvement. The steward dismissed himself to retrieve more paper, and just after he stepped away, the little folks brought up a new topic, one of the things he had been concerned about.

“We have a gift for you,”

Whatever it was, he had to act grateful, if only to make sure everything stayed on good terms.

“...something to show we are willing to put effort into maintaining positive relations with you and your kingdom.”

Oh gods, with the size difference, what if he accidentally broke whatever it was? That would be a disaster! They may take it as a show of disrespect, and there was no telling where that could lead!

“We have a few contacts here, and we’ve talked with them a great deal to find out what we could get you that you would actually like. It wasn’t easy.”

Connor went from worried to puzzled ... he didn’t have many interests, and he couldn’t think of anything they could provide. He read a lot, but they couldn’t possible get any books his size. He liked music, perhaps some enchanted object that played songs? He’d heard of statuettes of birds enchanted to sound like them, and self-playing instruments... but nothing compared to actually hearing a skilled musician or singer. But his greatest interest had always been in terrans themselves; he was fond of the idea of perhaps getting to know some of them or even befriend them, but there were no real gifts that could be given having to do with that interest.

Or so he thought.

His eyes widened when a couple of them escorted a clearly frightened girl to stand before him. While she was dressed up nicely, he was almost certain she had originally been lower class. If there had been some sort of lottery for this, a noble could easily bribe their way out. If not by some lottery, was she a criminal of some sort? Perhaps her family had sold her to pay off a debt? He couldn’t think of many alternate ways someone could end up in this situation. He remembered suddenly that their attention was on him, they were waiting for his reaction to this ‘gift’. He had wanted a companion... but he was a little uneasy at the idea of taking someone against their will. And with that look of fear, there was no doubting she was not here by choice. But no matter what he thought of the situation, he couldn’t offend the visiting diplomats.

He reached forward slowly, watching her attempt to back away, but the others holding her put. He gently closed his hand around her, slowly picking her up. She struggled to get loose and he had to tighten his grip slightly, if only to make sure she wouldn’t end up falling the long, and potentially deadly drop to the ground. Terrans, or humans, if that’s what she was, were a bit fragile in some ways. Long falls were dangerous for them. He brought her near his face, closing his eyes briefly and inhaling her scent. Lingering instinct from long ago surfaced, and before he realized what he was doing, he’d gently licked her, getting her arm and the side of her face wet. He blinked and lowered her slightly as he realized what he’d done, then looked back down at the small visitors. They didn’t look surprised, they knew enough about Syorians to know that even if they had been peaceful before the truce, they had never fully lost the predatory side of their nature, especially a hybrid like him. They were confident he wouldn’t hurt her, but also were fairly certain it wouldn’t be a one-time thing.

Connor finally found his voice again, “Thank you for such a.... thoughtful gift. She’ll be well cared for here.” His mind raced as he analyzed the situation. She’s a gift, and as such, they’ll expect me to keep her in my room. “I’ll have my people start setting up accommodations for her in my room.” He’d have to genuinely do that, some of the visitors would stay overnight and it had to look like he was pleased with his gift.

Was he? Was he happy with this kind of gift? He was somewhat torn on it. He had always wanted a terran companion; this should be a dream come true! And yet... seeing how scared she was... that wasn’t what he wanted at all. He didn’t want a companion that was terrified of him. Where was she even from? Her tan skin tone made her look somewhat more... exotic than the visiting diplomats. Or was that tan from working in the fields? He didn’t want to make her more nervous by looking for tan lines, the poor girl needed some time to calm down. What if she had come from far away? She may have never seen a giant before... or even known they exist!

Now that he knew what to do about where she would stay, what about during the celebration? He would have preferred to have let her ride on his shoulder, see what was going on, ever participate... but she was bordering on panic. If he put her there, she’d surely try to get away, and with how tall he was, that would lead to injury or even death. So he did the only thing he could think of. Grateful the jacket he wore had a pocket on the chest; he opened it and gently set her inside. Hopefully she’d be relatively comfortable in there. With luck, she’d calm down and he could talk to her later. Reassure her that she’d be okay with him, that he’d take care of her.

He listened to the terrans explain they had a chest of clothes in her size they would leave here for her, as well as other things he may lack despite his terran-friendly accommodations in part of the castle. Things like a hairbrush and other personal care items. They were quick to reassure that his accommodations were more than adequate; there wasn’t much they had to supply aside from clothing. His steward finally returned with more paper for notes as they praised how well prepared the accommodations were. Connor was grateful to have the man around again to assist with this, he always worried he might make a mistake dealing with small folks, but he could count on his steward to help if he made a mistake.

One of the visiting diplomats that brought the girl spoke up, “Since your new... friend... may be a bit too nervous to talk at first, her name is Naomi. Honestly, we half expected you to just eat the girl. We all know all too well your kind can do that without causing harm, and seeing your initial... reaction... it was a surprise when you put her in your pocket instead.“

Crap. He should have known the visiting diplomats would be well educated on his kind and know what was normal for them and what they enjoyed. He thought quickly on how to respond, “Well, she seemed a bit scared, I didn’t want to overwhelm her too much, and thought it would be better to talk with you rather than have my mouth full for a time tasting her.” The diplomat seemed to consider this, “Well the banquet is supposed to begin soon, is it not? So we’ll likely be taking a break from the discussion soon anyway, and on the same note, for that same reason the duration would be brief for her.”

Connor glanced briefly at his steward, hoping the man could help fill in a different excuse to not frighten the girl. The response was just an arched brow. Connor quickly guessed what that meant. He needed to play along. Needed to make sure the diplomats were convinced he was pleased with what they chose to give him, especially since it was something so different from normally done at such events. So he reached back in his pocket and gently scooped the girl out of his pocket again.

The diplomats and his steward were watching him. The girl had almost immediately tried to bolt off his hand, so he made sure to have enough grip that there was no risk of her falling. He could see she was scared, and he didn’t like the idea of scaring her more. But he also needed to appear enthusiastic about his ‘gift’. Diplomatic relations were extremely important... Maybe he could get away with just part of it.

He looked over the girl in his hand again. She really was pretty, and now that he looked closer, he noticed that while the dress was high quality, it had seemingly been designed to not cover as much skin as most outfits. He realized the dress had been designed specifically for this situation; to make her look fancy and appropriate to the event while also allowing him a good taste. He brought her close and inhaled her scent again. She smelled lovely... Her smell definitely made it tempting, despite the fact he disliked the idea of scaring her more. But it seemed he had little option in this particular situation, so he opened his mouth and gently placed her inside, immediately purring at her taste. He closed his lips quickly to assure she wouldn’t try to get out, mainly so she wouldn’t potentially fall.

As he closed his teeth and started to taste her, he noticed the diplomats talking amongst themselves a bit, then to his steward. They could all hear him purring, and apparently that was the indication they had been looking for as proof he enjoyed his gift. He wasn’t sure who he heard said it, but he definitely heard one of them comment on his purr. Then he heard his steward speak, “As you can no doubt hear now, King Connor is quite pleased with the gift. If none of you mind, I can continue to take notes on anything else you wish to discuss while he steps away to take his time... enjoying the gift. Perhaps you can even give me a bit more information on the girl.”

Thank goodness, an opening to step away. He didn’t want to swallow this poor girl... They said her name was Naomi, right? He nodded to the small diplomats politely and walked away, soon making his way to the back room again. He could feel the saliva building in his mouth from her taste... He didn’t want her to be too much of a mess, so he pinned the frightened, squirming girl with his tongue and swallowed the extra saliva. Once that was done, he opened his mouth and caught her as she scrambled out of his mouth. The girl seemed a bit overwhelmed by the experience, and was limp in his hand as he held her, so he tried to reassure her. “It’s alright... I’m sorry about that. Politics and all that... maintaining good relations is essential so I had to make sure I looked pleased with whatever gift was offered... I am sorry about tasting you like that.”

He wasn’t sure how much she was paying attention. He pulled out a handkerchief to set over her so she could start to clean up, and gently set her down on his desk. “Wait here a moment and I’ll go look up a cleaning charm... much more efficient than water. Should only take a moment.” He turned to his book shelf, looking over the books and finding the right one. “Here we go... You’ll be cleaned up in no time...” He pulled the book from the shelf and turned to face the girl... She was gone.

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[vore-scientist]

The Interview: Part 1 of 3

[Safe/Soft non-sexual GT vore in a fantasy world]

A Tale of Terra-Syor

The vore is unwilling but both pred and prey are very aware it's safe. It's comedic unwilling, not distressing unwilling.

Characters are all adults (except a brief encounter with a teenager! Not involved in the vore)

Summary: Isadore Cook is on his way to the Giant's Royal Palace for an interview as a human chef! Along the way he meets many giants, and some humans too. And then he meets the giant who is to be his new boss, who is not what he expected. In fact, this giant is the last person he ever expected to meet. Come along on this fun little adventure exploring giant culture, and some there's some fun noms of course!

Warnings: the vore is very soft and very very safe! but fat.al is discussed, it's rather important in fact. worldbuilding and character backstory wise. Also lots of swearing.

Final Notes: This story takes place in the epic fantasy world of Terra-Syor which belongs to @vixen525 and contains spoilers for her story Special Gift which she posts on deviantart (links will be in a reblog). Reading Special Gift is not necessary to understand or enjoy this story but is recommended because Special Gift is a good story!

Special thanks to my co-author @vixen525 and proofreader @j0hnnymouse!

Word Count for part 1: 5000 words (10,000 total for all parts)

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This was the best day of his life, and feeling like his guts were going to turn inside out wasn’t going to ruin his excitement. It’s natural to feel sick to one’s stomach when one has such an important meeting. The most important interview with the most prestigious establishment one knows of. However, that was not why Dori’s stomach was doing loop-de-loops.

“First time porting?” asked the woman in uniform. The badge on the giant's chest identified her as Dodi, and her single pair of upper fangs identified her as a Syorian. Her pointed ears were perked forward, making sure she was paying keen attention to the small being’s physical state.

“Yeah...” Dori managed “i just need a minute, before you pick me up” The woman sat on a chair up against the granite slab that was the city's portal lockpoint coordinates for humans to use. Off to the side of the runes was a plate with a half eaten lunch, a notepad, and a quill. So to her… it was also just a table. A table that she had to sit at and monitor to make sure no one telefragged. And to take care of anyone who got teleport sickness. Speaking of! She leaned forward to examine the human and offer a hand for him to steady himself on which he gratefully took. Leaning his entire weight into her palm as his knees buckled. “Maybe… more than a minute” Then remembering the woman was Syorian. “Couldn’t you-” “Sorry little one,” she rubbed her thumb under his chin, “Patience is your medicine, for time is the only cure for port sickness.” “Well, your hand is helping too.” She beamed at this acknowledgement and began to purr. The little human sighed at the soothing vibrations that made their way to her hands. How cute it was when humans thanked her for such minor things. And every time they did so it felt amazing. How lucky she was to have a job where she got to hold so many different humans! And comfort them. A dream come true, even if it meant sitting at a table for hours. “Where are you going?” she inquired. Per her training, she knew making small talk to nauseated travelers helped distract them. “The castle… have a job interview.” Through the nausea, he managed to sound very excited and proud. “The castle! How amazing! But that’s on the other side of town.” Of course it was. You didn’t want a portal location so near your head of state. That would be a security liability! “You will be needing additional transportation. I can take you to one. Do you have money? She isn’t a free service.” Processing all of this was helping Dori, and he stood up on steadier feet. But still holding onto the massive hand of the giant. There was something comforting about Syorian hands. The sturdy flesh and the gentle care they took with their touches. The lack of claws. “I am prepared for travel expenses.” “Wonderful!” Once recovered enough, Dodi laid her hand palm up on the table and Dori climbed on. She placed the human into a uniform pocket. Most Syorian clothing had several pockets designed specifically for humans to ride in. Not always comfortable, but always secure! Dori poked his head out of the chest pocket to watch as they left the portal room and entered a lobby. A giant receptionist waved hello to them. Dori flinched as he saw two sets of fangs and the tips of sheathed claws peeking out from his fingers. Probably a hybrid… not a full Syor. Syor weren’t allowed near humans. Even with the treaty that severely punished Syor for hunting humans, there were still reports of hunting, and thus the sight was unnerving for a moment. On the receptionist's desk was a table and several chairs for humans, and next to the desk were chairs for giants. They could either wait for their scheduled time for teleporting or wait to receive someone arriving. Off to the side was another portal room door. That one was for giants to use. The walls must not have been thick, for the sounds of retching could be heard. “The transportation service is just across the street,” informed Dodi. “Good thing, too. I can’t leave my post for long. You can’t believe how many unscheduled human travelers we get! I have to be there.” Dori had been to giant towns before and they were always impressive. It wasn't as if buildings looked normal but larger. Physics gets complicated when constructing buildings large enough to house giants that could reach heights of 14 stories (though the average was 9-10). And still, this was different. This was the capitol, where the royalty lived. It was more grand, and thus more overwhelming. Thank the gods he was in a giant’s pocket and not on his own on a human path. “Impressive, yes?” Dodi asked. “Is it that obvious?” “I had the same reaction. I grew up in a small village near the border.” She sighs, “You know how

our buildings… normally get made right?” Dori lowered himself in the pocket “Uh, yeah… you hire Syor… was this entire city…” “No, actually!” Dodi sounded excited “That’s true for structures outside the capitol, so yes, everywhere else. But here. All this? It was built by the kings of old! Some of them had… specific aesthetics. You can see it in how certain buildings have the same odd styles.” “Really?” “Eh, there are rumors that the first few generations had help from dragons.” “So… the castle itself?” “You got it! And here we are!” Without warning but at least with some expectation, Dori was lifted from the pocket and put by- “Is that a birdhouse?” It was a giant wooden structure, big enough to hold a family of ruhks. He climbed up the human stairs to look in, and found it full of… giant stuffed animals? Chew toys? Was that old mammoth jerky? “Sure is!” Dodi reached for a whistle dangling from a chain. “That doesn't seem very hygienic-” But she already had it to her lips and blew. No sound came out. Every giant within view winced and the ones who had hands free put them over their ears. Dodi looked less bothered, but still her ears flicked back, as if that would help. “Your ride should be here within 30 minutes,” Dodi said. “I gotta get back. It was a pleasure meeting you!” “Wait!” Dori called after her, but she was waving goodbye. Of course, being a giant she did hear. “The rates are posted on the doorframe!” she called back. “Great…” Dori had wanted to know what the fuck this ride business was all about. He supposed he should look at the rates. He climbed into the birdhouse. At least it was clean. Oh, there were the rates. Were they… written in blood? He strongly suspected they were but the writing was very neat. Ah. Price for a flight to the castle. That is… surprisingly cheap. And extremely annoying. At least he had at least 30 minutes to think about- The sound of wingbeats suddenly entered his ears and then a shadow passed over the open entrance. Massive talons as long as his own body gripped the perch and the face of an adolescent eagle harpy soon filled his view. “You blew the whistle?” The pupils in the giant bird of prey eyes dilated, “That means you want a ride!” “I- uh, Dodi-” Fuck! This was an eagle harpy! They were more vicious than Syor! He’d heard stories, how they’d pierce you with their talons before holding you up as you bleed out. Then, right before you lose the ability to feel pain, they ripped off their victim’s head with their teeth! He backed up, tripping over a stuffed animal's tail. “Yes yes, of course a giant blew the whistle for you! I’m Roxy! Where are you going?” She cocked her head, like a puppy, or an owl on the hunt. “Are you unable to make payment? I am sure we can work something out?” Dori tried to leap behind a wall of plush fur, but the harpy was reaching in, and she was fast. “Gotcha!” she declared with glee. This was it. He was going to die! His insides must be bleeding out already. Wait… he was not in any pain. The harpy’s claws were around him, not through him. “You’re… going to take me to the castle?” “Oh am I? Is that your destination? I don't take orders. I take passengers.” Roxy smiled down at him, showing off very clean, very sharp fangs. He gulped. “Yeah, the castle, please. I have a job interview!” The young woman let out a screech of delight. “Then let’s get you there! Wouldn't want to be late!” With amazing flexibility, she tucked her arm over her back, just enough that he could climb onto her harness, which he only now realized she was wearing. There were seats installed on her back, perfectly sized for humans. That was very encouraging! He climbed in, clicking the safety locking mechanism in place. “Secure?” she asked. “Yes.” Good thing, too, for she did not just take off, she launched. Soon she was above the buildings, higher than Dori had ever been in his life (and he’d sat on the heads of a few Syorian). The height was not the only problem; there was also the speed. Surely his eyes would dry up from the air, so he shut them. That

was fine. Looking down was making him feel nauseated again, and also panicked. He would have preferred not to think during the trip, but Roxy had other ideas. “So what job are you interviewing for?’ she asked. “I… I have an interview, Dori answered. “I'm hoping to work in the kitchens!” he responded, then quickly clapped his hands over his ears as Roxy started to shriek. “My mom works in the kitchens!” “How nice. Please don't shout like that! I might lose my hearing” “That’s your problem!” Roxy replied, quieter. What an attitude! But at least she wasn't eating him like a wild eagle harpy would. She seemed uninterested in continuing to talk, and that suited Dori just fine. The rest of the flight was mercifully fast, but Roxy had to unseat Dori manually. The wind chill had left him a bit stiff. “Thanks?” he said. She looked at him and cooed expectantly. “Oh yes, payment.” Dori had his satchel, assuming he would be here a while. He’d packed a few outfits and, considering the climate of the giant’s kingdom, some warm clothing. He pulled out a scarf. Roxy leaned her head down, stretching her neck to examine the scarf. Oh, that was way too close for comfort! With a deft motion she snatched it away from him, somehow not maiming him with her talons, and instead wrapping the scarf around one. “My… niece knitted that” “She will have to knit you another!” Sure, Dori supposed she would have to do just that. “Roxy is the best transportation in town!” she declared. “Fastest and cheapest! Tell your friends!” With that, she took off. Dori turned around to find himself looking up at the largest building he had ever seen… Wait, nope. It was just the gate. But even so, it hurt his neck and made him dizzy looking up. Then he realized he wasn’t even on the ground. He was high up on a perch, and there was a rope ladder leading down. He descended the ladder to a ledge and found a mercifully smaller gate in the stone wall. There was a window and a string, which he pulled. The bell rang with a pleasant chime and the window opened. A furry face appeared, a Lynx Nemeran in a uniform that Dori had seen a few of the giants in town wearing. Royal guards, maybe? “Hello, I am Paytah. State your business,” he said. “And your name.” “I have an interview with the head chef,” Dori said. “My name is Isadore Cook” The lynx snorted and Dori rolled his eyes. “My family were all chefs. Old names.” “Right!” The guard recovered. “You have papers?” “Uh, yes! Sorry!” Dori had been looking at the gate and the walls. The immensity made it hard to take in all at once, so he had to keep looking all over. He retrieved the official invite from his pack. Paytah took it and sniffed it. That definitely smelled like the head chef; one of many scents he was trained to recognize. The window slammed shut in Dori’s face. Ten seconds later he re-appeared. “Seems to be in order!” Dori was handed back the document. “Interview with the head chef.” Paytah’s ears twitched. “Good luck mate” “Will I need it?” “I’d wish it even if you didn’t.” Paytah shrugged, but Dori felt like that was an excuse not to say more. The guard took out a jewelry box. Inside were several jeweled pendants. “Complementary protection amulets. In case one of them giants feels peckish, you know. It is highly recommended for all visitors. You will need to sign a waiver should you decline.” “But surely the Syorian aren’t so rude as to-” “Not all the Syorian are so cordial,” Paytah interrupted. “And there’s Syor staff mate. Don’t you know that? The rehab program has had more success lately.” Dori’s heart raced a little. “Won’t they get in trouble… if…” Dori said, not taking an amulet. “Only if they kill ya! Slap on the wrist otherwise.” He shuddered. “Fuck.” “You want one or do I gotta fill out paperwork?” Patah’s ears folded in irritation. He dearly hoped Dori would take the damn trinket! Paperwork fucking sucked. “No, no,” Dori declined, pointing to his wrist watch, something that had belonged to his mother. “I have my own.” He was trying very hard not to think about how many Syor

could be in the castle. So many had died in the war until finally, his kind had taken some revenge for the slaughter of thousands of innocent lives lost to the vicious hunters. He couldn’t understand how Syorian managed to get along with the killers. “Then you’ll want a wristband,” Paytah replied. “Since you're not an ambassador, diplomat, or other such important figure, you can’t have a gold one. Green is the best I can do.” “What-“ Dori started to ask, but the guard wasn’t finished. “Gold means you can’t be eaten unless His Majesty grants explicit permission. Green merely means it requires your permission. Unless you want red. Red means if any giant who wants to catches you… Well, you might be late for your appointment.” “I don’t really plan on-“ “You humans always say that. Just take the damn thing!” Paytah shoved a wristband and a clipboard at Dori. “You do need to still sign here, stating you arrived.” Dori did so, feeling a small spark of magic. “Did that just-“ “Oh, and if you cause any trouble, let’s just say the treaty with your kind no longer applies.” Dori winced. If only there had been a treaty 20 years ago. Then maybe… “You’ll be let in shortly,” informed the guard. “Can’t you just-” Dori gestured. “That’s a door right?“ “Yeah, a door to the room I'm currently sitting in,” Paytah snipped. “It leads to my office, not the castle grounds. There’s no humanfolk sized entrance. Security risk. A giant guard will be here.” And with that, the window was shuttered, leaving Dori standing on a ledge against the large stone wall that stretched on forever to both sides and so high up that it seemed to lean forward. He was scared that a gust of wind could blow by and knock him off. Thankfully, there were railings to protect against such a problem. Eventually, the gates opened, and a giant stepped out and looked immediately down at Dori. The giant leaned down. “Isadore Cook?” they asked. Dori’s heart skipped a beat seeing four fangs on the upper jaw. No way this was a Syor… right? They had to be a-” “I asked you a question, little one.” Now he saw the dull lower fangs. A hybrid. He breathed easier and was able to answer “Yes, Um, Dori.” “Let me see your arm and papers,” they ordered. Dori complied, but winced a bit as the clawed hands examined the watch and the green cloth tied around his arm, and even sniffed at it. The distinct smell of the Lynx guard filled their nostrils. A signature could be easily faked, but a scent? Not so much. For a brief moment, they were tempted to lick at the human. He smelled very appetizing, like all humans were to all giants. But if they did, they’d be tempted to put the human into their mouth, and then they’d be tempted to swallow… They’d get written up again. It was very rude to eat a human who had an appointment to keep. Very rude to make the human late. They nodded and withdrew their face, but not their hand, turning it palm up for Dori to step on, which he did. “My name is Cahal” they said as they lifted Dori up. Once again, he was placed into a pocket. This one was less comfortable than Dodi’s, but more secure. “You seemed a bit nervous when you saw me,” Cahal observed as they put a finger on Dori’s head and ruined his hairdo. “I thought you were a Syor!” Dori blanched. That got a laugh from Cahal. It happened a lot, and they had learned to take it as a compliment and in good humor. “It’s not funny!” Dori chided. “They are killers!” “The ones on staff will not harm you. It is pointless to be afraid.” “So you say!” Their tone was so dismissive of Dori’s distress. It made him angry. “They’re all probably just waiting for the right opportunity.” In truth he wasn't worried. As if anyone would try something in the castle. Even before the treaty, eating a human in the castle was grounds for being executed. That didnt mean he had to be ok with Syor around. And surely, there weren't any in the kitchens where he wanted to work. The association with food and proximity to humans had to be too risky. That got a frown, a rather insulted frown, from Cahal. “All current

Syor staff have gone through the rehabilitation program. They have worked hard to overcome both their culturally ingrained habits and their predatory instincts.” He didn't add that his own half sister was currently in the program. Struggling, but persevering nonetheless. Dori scoffed. “How hard could it possibly be to not kill someone?” Cahal just shook his head “I am 3/4ths Syor.” Ah fuck it. “My sister is a full Syor. So I do understand them a bit more than others. I also understand that It is difficult for humans to understand, and a waste of my time to try and explain it. But perhaps it would do you well to shift your attitude before working in the giant’s castle.” Such attitude would have normally made Dori more frustrated, but he was distracted. The gate had slammed shut and the guard had turned to walk to the main building of the castle. A magnificent structure. Dori was sure it was the only giant building with more than one story, standing hundreds of feet high. It was unbelievable! But it was also quite a distance away, even for a giant, so it looked smaller than it actually was. Until it didn’t. The closer they got, the bigger it became. And it only kept getting larger and larger and larger! This one section of the building was the size of a city! It was almost too much to imagine. Dori’s escort didn’t seem to notice his growing existential crisis. He simply walked up to the main entrance and went inside. It was more manageable here, the walls and the ceiling concealing the true amount of space. “It is impressive, aint it?” Cahal boasted. Humans often had a visceral reaction to the size of the palace, always fun to watch. “I can’t say I’ve ever been in a building so… Large,” Dori answered. “I didn’t even know giant buildings could have more than one story.” “Normally they can’t. But do you know the tales?” “Built by dragons?” Cahal grimaced a bit, like Dori had insulted them! “Helped! The first kings were helped by dragons. It was not without giant hands and giant input and giant effort!” “Sorry! I didn’t mean to imply-” Dori asserted, but Cahal brushed it off. “Think next time, human,” they said, continuing at a more rapid pace. Dori did not make more conversation. Instead, he drank in his surroundings. The shape and colors of the stone walls, the different doors, the sprawling tapestries depicting historical events, the other giants passing them by and… the humans. Along the floor and along the walls, Dori spotted humans! On human pathways that ran alongside most of the walls, but sometimes carved into the wall where there would be a door. But not every path ended at a door. One ended at… “Are those short distance port circles?” Dori broke his vow of the silent treatment, which he never stated aloud that he was making in the first place. His question was answered for him as a human burst out of an appropriately sized door and ran across the pathway to the end. With a little SWSH sound, they were across the hallway. “It is still faster to be carried,” Cahal said. “Especially since the kitchens are not near the main entrance.” As they went further into the castle, to the areas not frequented by anyone but staff, the less decorated it got. Eventually they reached a plain looking door and Cahal announced they had arrived. How odd. Dori couldn't hear or smell anything, even though there was visible space between the door and the surrounding frame. Cahal placed Dori down on a platform near a human sized door and used a knuckle to knock delicately. Several seconds passed… There was no answer. “Might as well enter,” Cahal suggested. “Just let them know why you’re here. You have the interview summons.” And they just left him there. Out in the open! Dori grumbled a bit before trying the door. The familiar sounds and smells washed over him. Oh yeah: this was a kitchen. It was also a magical scene. Kitchens worked like choreography, and there was even music produced by the sounds of knives chopping vegetables, pots and pans being moved, oil frying… But there were also the humans. So many human

chefs, working alongside the giants! Perfectly comfortable, and everyone aware of their smaller or larger friends. He watched as, without verbal communication, a Syorian scooped up a human to deliver them to a different workstation. Perfect Synchronicity. He HAD to nail this interview. He HAD to work here! It was paradise! A tap on the shoulder made him jolt and nearly punch the human who had snuck up behind him. “Hey there!” A human about his age with dark hair, freckles, and wearing a chef’s uniform, smiled at him, though not without an air of suspicion. “Who might you be?” Dori recovered. He probably shouldn't punch anyone. “Isadore Cook. I’m here for an interview.” He held out the document. The other human took it and looked it over. “So you are!” He did not give the paper back, instead stuffing it into a pocket. “Name’s Brian, human sous chef!” Dori retracted his hand, and his demand for his letter back. “The head chef has a meeting with the king right now, but you’ll see her right after!” “Sounds good to me.” “I remember her saying she was looking forward to meeting you! Especially with a last name like Cook!” Brian laughed. “Yes, all my family were chefs,” Dori chuckled. “Ancestors too.” Brian eyed him up and down in a way that Dori did not appreciate but held back his tongue. Smart move, just like holding back his punch from earlier. “Do you not have a protection charm on?” Oh. Dori relaxed. A logical concern. He held the wrist with the watch and green band. “My watch. It was my mother’s.” “Was?” Brian asked, “So…” Dori lowered his hand and his face grew dark. “Yeah. Was. Fat lotta good it did her. She… and my father… They were eaten.” Brian picked up the hint. “By… a Syor.” It wasn't a question but Dori nodded in answer “I suppose I was lucky… and not. I saw it happen. I saw it stick my mother in its mouth, and bite her wrist off. But I wasn’t taken. I managed to find the watch, after I waited several hours to make sure the danger was gone.” “That’s horrible,” Brian acknowledged. “I am so sorry it happened. Was this recent? Was the giant executed?” “No. This was nearly 20 years ago, I was only 9.” Dori shrugged. “Though I suppose there is a good chance it ended up in a tree during the war.” “True,” Brian nodded solemnly. “But a bit of advice: even Syorian don't like hearing about that.” “Oh. But, you’re not-” “No, I'm not,” Brian said. “But you’re going to be working with giants. Don't talk about such tragedies so casually.” “Solid point,” Dori agreed. “You’re rather brave or rather foolish for coming to work here, of all places,” Brian noted. “You know Syor work at the castle too right?” Dori frowned. “I do! I'm not scared!” “Did I not just say you are brave?” Brian smiled. “This is very much the attitude of someone who would fit in here!” Dori raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying I have a good chance of getting the job?” Brian nodded. “I’d say so. See, our esteemed head chef, Birgit, has already sampled your skills.” Dori was not nervous before, but he was nervous now, as proud and as confident as he was in his abilities. “W-what do you mean?” “Oh, she disguises herself as human and visits the restaurants of anyone who applies for an interview.” “What! That’s-” he was trying to think back to the last few months. Was there anyone who could have been a disguised giant? “Genius? Yes it is!” Brian boasted. “It was her idea. Sometimes, I go with her.” “I didn't see you either!” Dori accused, giving Brian a harsh look. “I didn't go to your establishment, only she. But even so, we use illusions to hide our appearances.” Great! So what was he even doing here? That question must have shown on his face. “This is not a kitchen for everyone to work in,” Brian explained. “You must be compatible, personality wise. But I'm a good judge of character, at least as far as potential new staff goes.” “That’s not reassuring!” “Well, can’t say I didn't try,” Brian said. “Oh, and here’s Mebh! She’s going to take us to your interview!” A stout Syorian with a short ponytail of red curls came up to

the platform, and held out another platform for them to step on. Hands down, this had to be the most friendly giant he had ever seen. She radiated kindness in the way she walked, the way she smiled down at them. Dori was so taken by his large comforting force that he nearly didn't notice what he was stepping onto. A serving platter. He froze, but Brian continued and Mebh looked at him expectantly. Brian turned around and laughed lightly. “Oh, it’s a joke,” Dori concluded. Though in his head, he suspected it wasn't. Syor might think all humans are food and nothing more, but Syorian loved to eat them as well. The nice thing about Syorian were they abhorred the idea of killing a human, and made sure to use protective magic. “Sure,” Brian said, confirming Dori’s suspicions. It wasn't as if Dori had never been tasted, or never been swallowed before. He had a few Syorian friends, as well as a few Syorian food critics that visited his restaurant. Offering oneself up as an after meal treat was a well known tactic among human restaurant owners. “If you would,” Mebh encouraged. “This is a protocol that Birgit developed. She does find it amusing!” The kindly Mebh gave them both a winning smile. “I really shouldn’t… but, please?” she said, moving her free hand closer to both humans. Ah… Dori knew exactly what she wanted. Another quirk of the Syorian, but better than the murderous “quirk” of the Syor. He sighed and nodded his consent. Mebh’s eyes sparkled and she placed a finger on his head, petting him by drawing her finger down his back. A slight humiliation, though it did feel good to be stroked. She had steady fingers. If he wasn’t heading into an important meeting, he might have just melted into those fingers. “Mebh, you don't want to keep Birgit waiting,” Brian said, rescuing Dori from being pet for, likely, several more minutes. “Oh, you’re right!” She stood up, holding them up to her eyes. This human looked determined! Good. He also smelled… complex. Like a human who spent a lot of time in a kitchen! He probably tasted like his favorite spices. She wished she could taste, but was far too polite to give it more than a fleeting thought. Before lowering them (to the appropriate height, as if she were a waiter at a fancy restaurant), he carried them carefully to a door on the other side of the kitchen, also unmarked. “I do apologize, but the head chef insists,” said Mebh, as she placed a metal cover over the platter. The darkness was only temporary, as Brian said a trigger word and the pendant around his neck began to emit a decent amount of light. “That’s your safety charm, then?” Dori asked, and Brian nodded. “Birgit had it made special for me when I became her sous chef.” “Nice of her!” Even from inside the metal dome, they could hear Mebh open the door. She was greeted by a new voice that Dori could only assume was Birgit. Both he and Brian were put off balance for a moment as the platter was set down and the lid lifted as Mebh continued to talk. Only, Dori did not hear anything she said as he stared at the thing sitting at the desk. Tapping her claws, dyed a pitch black, on her desk. His blood boiled as her savagely hungry eyes smiled down at him with a doubled fanged smile. --- Interviews used to be something she dreaded. At least, the ones with humans. She had to be cordial. To humans. Until she realized she didn't. In fact it was better if she wasn't. If they were to work for her, they had to experience the true Birgit, the head chef as she was and not someone making an effort to be polite to the little, tasty things. And since they were interviewing for a position as a chef, a taste test was absolutely necessary. That was her favorite part. It made taking the time out of her day to talk to humans worth it. She licked her lips as the door opened and her Syorian sous chef carried in her afternoon snack under a covered silver platter. Ok, this was her second favorite part, when the unsuspecting human (or humans!) discovered that she was not Syorian as one would logically assume, but a full blooded Syor.

Surely

working around food and humans, even a reformed Syor would start to re-associate humans with food, and therefore a Syor could never be in charge of humans who prepared food. The looks on their faces. The shock! The horror! Priceless. And it did amuse her that she was in charge of the food that cooked food! …Fine, the humans who worked for her were not food… But they were all very tasty snacks. Focus! Interview! A new human to bully, either for a few short minutes or for several years to come, depending on if they ran or stood their ground. While she loved it when they ran, and as much as she delighted in giving into her instinct to chase her prey, it was always a little disappointing. Because it meant someone whose skills she already thought were up to par, and could be a contribution to her operation, was not compatible to work for her. At least she still got to eat them once. No! She doesnt kill those who fail the interview. How dare you think that. She merely… keeps them… for any amount of time from a few minutes to a few hours. Before sending them on their way, back to their meaningless human lives. Birgit smiled warmly as Mebh entered, the plump Syorian woman always smelled of cookies and while she looked like a kindly grandmother currently in the body of someone in their early 30s, she was more than willing to give anyone a piece of her mind. Even Birgit. While she hated disobedience, Birgit needed someone close to her to speak plainly and honestly. Mebh was also one of Birgit’s few friends. “Thank you Mebh,” Birgit said, “Would you like to stay for the show?” Mebh smiled a bit awkwardly. “You know I don’t.” She was not fond of watching Birgit torture humans, not ones who didnt really deserve it. After the first few times, when she felt it important to supervise, she trusted Birgit not to hurt potential new staff. Mebh approached and placed the silver platter on the desk and announced, as she lifted the lid, “Presenting, for his interview for a position as a royal chef, Isadore Cook!” Birgit looked down at the human, giving him her most predatory smile. “YOU!” The human did not run. But this was not the normal reaction. “IT CAN’T BE YOU!” This human was shocked, yes. Scared too. Only it was different. This was anger. This was righteous fury. And she drank it in. Keeping her excitable curiosity in check she placed a hand on her cheek and tilted her head, displaying her fangs in a wicked grin. “You seem to know me. How curious.” Birgit almost purred. “I do not make a habit of being familiar to humans.” The human was seething and Birgit couldn’t wait for the response. It was better than she could have possibly imagined. “YOU’RE THE BITCH WHO ATE MY PARENTS!” [MUAHAHAHA. END PART 1. PART 2 TO BE POSTED IN A FEW DAYS. THIS SPACE WILL BE UPDATED WITH THE LINK] Thanks for reading. Please reblog/leave feedback! it's much appreciated. <3

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Defying Certain Death Part 1

Copied from my DeviantArt account, a non-sexual G/T vore story featuring adults along the lines of the lion and the thorn fable. There will be tons of hurt/comfort aspects, lots of safe vore. That is the primary focus in this.

Barrett is and adult giant standing 85ft tall and Hope is an adult human at 5ft 6. Barrett does not eat children at any point.

Warnings: Fatal Mention; Characters in Distress

Future: While this part is relatively tame, future parts include fatal vore and violence. Barrett, the giant, is not a good guy, so will be doing some occasional bad things.

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The giant watched the woman back up as he stood to his full height, looking down at her. He could see the fear in her eyes, smell her fear scent as she watched his movements. He was very familiar with the smell of fear; humans and terrans alike feared his kind. They had good reason to fear Syors. The woman no doubt realized that she could not possibly outrun him, that she was already close enough that he wouldn’t have to even try to chase. She couldn’t possibly get out of his reach before he could grab her.

He leaned over, watching the woman look quickly for some form of hiding place, although there was none. She barely had time to turn away and start to move before his hand closed around her and he lifted her up. She didn’t squirm much or try to get loose, simply closing her eyes.

“Please… I don’t want to die…”

-----3 weeks ago-----

He didn’t know how long he’d lain here now, but he’d given up hope. The rockslide had trapped him, and he had reached the point he lacked hope. Even with such great strength, he lacked a way to move the stones. He had no doubt that if he were able to get at least a little loose, he could move individual rocks with ease… but with the large pile on top of him, he couldn’t even move enough to reach stones to free one arm.

He was going to die here. He didn’t want to, but it seemed inevitable. By now he hardly even bothered to look around anymore. He was sore and injured, and lacked a food source. The injuries didn’t kill him, so he was going to starve. He had gotten lucky for water, there had been light rain a couple of times, barely enough to keep him hydrated, but it had helped. He just couldn’t get free and he couldn’t get food.

As he thought on the matter, ears perked slightly at the sound of movement. Another of the wild sheep? Perhaps if he was still and quiet, it would come within reach. Then he heard cursing. He hesitantly peeked, trying not to open his eyes enough to be noticed. The first thing he noticed was the red color of the young woman’s dress, how its bright shade stood out against the dull colors of the rock and dirt. A terran. Or perhaps a human, but either way, it was one of the little folk that giants like himself greatly enjoyed as prey. He watched the girl make her way lower, nearer to him, and fought back a smile. She was close… perhaps he might yet get a meal.

He watched her come nearer, then kneel to gather some sort of plants. She had managed to come down the steep rocks… but she would almost certainly have to walk the lower path to get out. The lower path that lay right before his hand.

He stretched his hand out as best he could, tilting it so it was angled like a wall blocking her path. He grinned slowly as the movement got her attention and her eyes went wide. The dirt from the rockslide had caused him to blend in, and she hadn’t even noticed him. His grin revealed the double set of fangs that served as the most obvious difference between his kind and the more gentle Syorians.

He moved to grab her, but was immediately reminded of just how bad the rockslide had pinned him. He couldn’t move his hand enough to grasp her, to pull her into his mouth. Both the brief feeling of hope and his cheerful expression faded immediately. He really was going to starve here. Prey came within reach and he couldn’t even move enough to get it into his mouth. Slowly he lowered his hand, letting it lay limp as he sighed and closed his eyes.

After a moment, he felt a small hand rest on one of his pinned hands. He opened his eyes, surprised to see the girl had come near enough to touch him. Perhaps taunting him because he couldn’t do anything to her? He felt miserable, and just wanted it to be over with.

“You are in pretty bad shape, aren’t you? Can’t even move… I suppose you would be displeased to rely on help from one like myself… but…” The woman sighed slightly, looking away briefly, “I will help you.” The Syor was immediately surprised, hesitating briefly before asking, “You… are going to… Do you not realize what I am?” She returned her gaze to him, then nodded slightly, “Yes… a Syor… and I do know the difference between Syor and Syorians… but it would be wrong to abandon a person, no matter their species, that is in need.” After a moment she patted lightly with her hand that rest on his finger, “I am going to go get you a bit of food and some rope. I’ll be back soon.” He watched her leave, feeling certain he would never lay eyes on her again.

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Special Gift Part 3

Another story that started out on my deviantart page. Like DCD it will be continued. A G/T story with a much more wholesome giant, but there will be vore.

It occurs long while after Defying Certain Death, but in the same world and both stories do eventually tie together.

Proofreader and creator of the character Birgit: @vore-scientist

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Connor was surprised to learn that this poor girl hadn’t even known giants were real before coming to this event. It had to be extremely overwhelming for her... No wonder she was so scared. But for the moment, she seemed to be cooperating. At least she seemed to know that she couldn’t easily escape. Honestly, it was best for her own safety that she remain with him, with the king. Even in his castle, Syor would be tempted to eat her... and wouldn’t necessarily be safe about it. Not that she’d be aware of the risk. He’d make sure to explain it to her later. He glanced down at  her sitting in his hand as he started to walk to the banquet. She was calm for the moment. “I suppose I’ll need to get some wind charms for you as a precaution against falls,” he said, wanting to make his concern for her safety clear. After a moment she spoke softly, making his ears twitch as he focused, “I... I can use wind magic. And have practice against falls. I haven’t practiced magic that much... but I can do that much.” He could clearly see she was hesitant to admit she knew a bit of magic, probably worried he may do something to block it so she couldn’t use it to attempt escape. But if he was going to earn her trust, he couldn’t use anything she said against her. He made a mental note never to block her from using magic.

He paused near his throne on the way to the banquet, carefully picking up a human sized bracelet there with his claw tips and then setting it on his hand near Naomi. “If you wish, this is enchanted with a powerful protection charm. It means if any of the... less friendly giants tried to eat you, you would suffer no damage.” 

Connor watched a look of horror cross her face at the revelation that giants did in fact eat humans. But he couldn’t hide that information from her if he was going to keep her safe. She needed to understand the importance of the bracelet. 

“I’ll understand if you are wary of trusting it, but you’ll notice most of the visiting human diplomats wear one that has a gold gem on it like this one. The gold gem symbolizes to other giants that even though you have protection magic in use, you are off limits for anyone to eat without my express permission. I won’t force you to wear it, and you can remove it any time you want. I’ll eventually have a custom one made specifically for you, but this one will do for now, if you choose to wear it.” Recovering from her initial horror, he could tell she was now thinking deeply about this new knowledge, and what it meant for her new situation with him. 

Connor watched her examine the bracelet, and smiled slightly when she put it on. He thought about how she tasted... He hadn’t thought about it much immediately, but now that she had on the protective charm...  he was thinking back on it... she tasted really, really good. He suspected when her captors allowed her to bathe, they had included enchanted bath salts meant to enhance her flavor. Made sense, considering they wanted to make her into a perfect gift for him. But also meant others would be more tempted if they recognized the faint scent change caused by those salts. He had to fight the urge to snarl at that kind of manipulation. The poor girl may have been traumatized by how he acted, and he could have been so much more gentle and careful with her! Well, he wouldn’t trick her with that anymore. He wanted her to trust him, wanted it to be her choice from now on. If she ever made that choice.

He continued on to the banquet, entering the dining hall where others had started eating and sitting down at his place at the long table meant to host these sorts of events. He gestured for people not to get up when he entered. He hated all that formality and bowing. Let them enjoy their food. Once he sat, he placed his hand gently on the table palm up to allow Naomi to get off when she wished. The young woman was still nervous and hesitant, but got off onto the table after a moment, looking around. He watched her look over at the human table on top of the giant table where her former captors and other human representatives and diplomats sat, but she showed no desire to go near there. He didn’t blame her. He got the attention oft the human server that was refilling the glasses for the humans, “Can you bring her a plate, some utensils and a cup please? I believe she will be taking from my serving today.”

He could tell that the humans seemed surprised he would allow his new gift to take from his own dish, but he didn’t care what they thought. If that’s what made the girl more comfortable, that’s what he would do. He watched the server go to a cart with some spare dishes and get what Naomi needed, bringing it over to her. He sipped his wine briefly as he watched her take the dishes and then glance at his plate. She was clearly a bit overwhelmed. He set his wine glass down and took his first bite of food, wanting to show to her that it was safe so she would be more comfortable. The food was quite good, and he hoped she would be able to enjoy it once she was ready.

He smiled as she approached his plate and put a little of the potatoes on her own to start. He saw her eying the  meat with suspicion, “I suspect you haven’t seen that type of meat in the islands. It’s quite good. Buffalo, very popular.” He cut off a small piece to take a bite, then cut a thin sliver so it’s easier for her to take a piece for herself. He watched her sniff at it a bit, “It definitely smells different from fish... and different from boar or bird...” Connor was glad she seemed to be finding her voice, “I’ve had boar, and always thought this was better. Especially the way my head chef prepares it.” He watched her cut off a piece and try it, and tried not to smirk when her eyes went wide and she took more.

She pauses after a moment, glancing at her cup. “I... need a drink. Can I have some of the wine?” Connor nodded, “If it makes you more comfortable, you can take it from my own glass so you are sure it’s safe. I’ll boost you up to it so you can scoop some out.” He could tell she was wary of being touched again, but also thirsty, possibly dehydrated, he realized, in addition to being sure this particular beverage wasn't drugged. He held his hand palm up near his glass, letting her take her time until she was comfortable climbing on to be boosted up. It took her a moment, and he didn't blame her for her fear.

Once she was finally on his hand, he lifted her up so she could lean over the glass and was careful to hold his hand as steady as possible. Connor wanted to demonstrate she could trust him even in such a mild situation. Since he already sipped from it, the liquid was lower down, and she was having a bit of trouble leaning over to scoop some into her own glass. While she would be an excellent seasoning to his beverage, especially since she had been bathed with those special salts, he resisted the urge to tip her in. He would not violate this show of trust. He frowned when he noticed she seemed unsteady. Even shaking slightly? Perhaps because she had never stood on flesh like this before. He kept his hand as stiff as possible, hoping she would recover from her lack of balance, but unfortunately, despite his best efforts, she lost her balance and fell in.

The Syor and Syorian at the table immediately start laughing, and after a moment the humans at their small table were laughing too. But Connor didn’t even crack a smile. Concerned she may think he had done it intentionally, he quickly slipped his finger in the glass to let her grab, scooping her up but letting her choose to hold onto him. As he picked her up he muttered the cleaning charm to clean her off, and set her down. “Are you okay?” He was relieved when she nodded and looked up at him. He watched her look around at everyone laughing before focusing on him again. She seemed surprised that he wasn’t also laughing. But why would he? He was horrified this could make it harder to gain her trust!

Connor set her down on the table again, and extended his claws before reaching in his cup, using his claw tip to grip the glass she dropped. The small glass slipped a couple times from his claws before he gave up and called the human server over. He held them delicately over his glass to retrieve Naomi’s dropped cup. The human didn’t even react to being picked up by the king, completely used to being handled by the resident giants in such a way.  “Make sure to fill it while you retrieve it. I’m sure she’s still thirsty.” Once the glass was retrieved, the server was placed back on the table near Naomi. She took the glass when it was offered to her and they walked back to serve the human guests at the small table. Connor watched her staring at him, and finally cracked a smile at what she said next, “Thanks... for not laughing at me being clumsy.” Connor nodded, and sent the server to get a bowl, “They’ll be bringing out soup soon. That will help hydrate you as well, and you can scoop some of it from my spoon instead so no risk of falling.”

He watched her nod and sip the wine. Maybe it would help her relax to have a bit of alcohol in her system. Granted, it was very low alcohol content, bordering on fruit juice, but even that small amount could help. He waited to continue eating until she had calmed down enough to try eating  her portion of food again, and was eager to find out her opinion of it.. His ear twitched slightly when she commented on it, “The food here is very different. The islands use some strong spices, like hot peppers. But while very different... it’s still good.” Connor smiled, “I’ll have to see about getting some of those spices and see if my chefs can learn dishes you are accustomed to. Perhaps I can even have some grown in the castle garden for accessibility.”

As he mentioned the chefs, the head chef stepped in carrying a dish, “New recipes and ingredients? I look forward to it.” As always, many of the human guests, and even some of the visiting giants, were surprised to see the head chef was a Syor when the kitchen boasted an ample human staff, as most Syor still had a reputation for treating humans like food. Although there was a couple guest Syor, mostly raised by Syorian, who weren’t seen as a threat. But Connor trusted this Syor, who had first started working in the kitchen when he was just a kid. He smiled, “Good to see you Birgit. I knew you would be up for the idea.” He saw Birgit looking at Naomi, curious that he was allowing a human to take directly from his plate. He quickly noticed the little one was nervous at another giant being here, especially one watching her so closely with a careful predatory gaze. He wasn’t happy when Naomi stopped eating, even if it was to move closer to him, because she was so scared. She had just started getting comfortable. But what happened next was far worse.

Birgit, seeing an opportunity for a little fun, slammed her hand down near Naomi after she set the food down. An intentional attempt to scare a human after confirming how nervous Naomi was with just a look. As Naomi instantly tried to bolt, Connor put his hand to block, the human bumping into his hand as he partially curled it around her. As he cupped his hand around Naomi, he glared at Birgit and gave a deep, threatening growl. A genuinely scary sound that had every giant and human at the table shocked because it was well known Connor tended to be mild mannered, but that was true Syor possessive instinct taking hold. Birgit was especially confused and a little scared. But after a moment she laughed. “Well, well. The hybrid finally bares his teeth, after nearly two decades I didn’t think you had it in you. Glad to see I was wrong.” Birgit pulled her hand back, demonstrating she was backing off of what was his, instead resting her hand near the human table. “I should have known it would take a special treat to bring it out of you.”

Connor noticed Naomi had sort of collapsed in place, clearly terrified after hearing the growl. He started to apologize, but barely got a word out before Birgit decided to reveal the real reason she rest her hand near the human table. Claws extended and she scraped them near the already unnerved humans, making several yelp in fear. He bared his fangs at her in a snarl, “Birgit that’s enough! Head back to the kitchen and quit terrorizing my guests.” Birgit smirked, showing off her own fangs “Of course. But it was a pleasure to see you really do have a bit of Syor in you.” Connor sighed as Birgit left, brushing a thumb over Naomi’s hair in an attempt to comfort her. He looked down at his new companion, frowning, “It’s okay. I just wanted Birgit to leave you alone. I’ll see later about finding spices and ingredients from your home.”

“I may already have some,” Connor heard the familiar female voice and turned to look at who had just entered the room. His steward had no hesitation about announcing her to the guests, “Presenting former-King Lana.” Connor was a bit envious of that short introduction. Those standing immediately bowed to her and Connor smiled, “Hello mother. Come to see the new house guest?” Lana nodded, smiling as she took a seat next to her son, setting a basket on the table, “Of course. I just had to stop by my garden. I must say when they asked me about your interests when seeking a gift for you... I hadn’t expected them to go this route.” Connor arched a brow, “They spoke to you about gifts?” Lana nodded “Of course, who else? I mentioned you enjoy music, you sometimes read, sometimes join me in the garden, but that you might be interested in reading about their history and culture because your greatest interest has always been small folk, especially humans. I suppose when they learned you had such an interest in humans, they had a different idea.”

Connors sighed and shook his head, “Well, mother this is Naomi. She apparently comes from an island nation that had thought giants are a myth. Naomi, this is my mother, Lana.” Lana smiled at Naomi, reaching in her basket and pulling out a hot pepper, setting it down next to Naomi. It was quite small compared to Lana, but still the size of an infant human. “You can use some of this to season with if you like, little island girl. I happened to get some seeds from the humans once, and boosted the size so I could test growing them in my garden. Too spicy for anyone here to want to try, but I would love to know if it turned out right.”

Connor watched Naomi’s near instant interest in the hot pepper; watched her lean in to cut a sliver off it and inhale the smell of it. He took a slight sniff, and even that much burned his nose and made his eyes water. Yet, it was with fascination that he watched her squeeze some of the juice on some of what she still had on her plate, then cut the pepper sliver up to mix in. He watched her savor the taste of the now spicy dish. He almost immediately decided he’d be bringing those to most meals despite how the smell hurt his nose. Any little thing to make her more comfortable, he would endure.

Seeing her relax and start to eat, Connor focused on his meal and ate some more, checking on his little guest every so often to make sure she was doing well. It was nice to see she had relaxed... his mom seemed to have a knack for knowing what foods or seasonings a person was partial to. He glanced down at her when soup was brought out, using his spoon to let her fill her bowl and watching her add hot pepper to it as well after tasting it. “Mom, your gift for food seems to have helped her relax a little more.” Lana shrugged, “Sometimes it’s the little things that make a big difference.” Connor sighed, “As much as I want to spend time with her, I do need to meet with the representatives after the meal. Would you like to show her to my room for me? I had the steward prepare a bed for her.” Connor watched his mom smile, “I’d love to.”

He saw Naomi looking at them, clearly wary. Connor smiled at her, “Just want to keep you safe. While most giants won’t hurt humans, there are some who will. My room is the safest place for you to relax and adjust, and I know my mom is very gentle with humans.” Lana placed her hand on the table near Naomi. “I can stand here a while, give her time to finish eating, and get used to me. Naomi stopped to stare a moment. Connor smiled, watching the human study the hand on the table, then glance at his. Probably noticing his mom’s fingers lacked retractable claws, unlike his own. “My mom is pure Syorian. I’m a hybrid. My dad was about half Syor and half Syorian. The head chef who was flexing her claws at you was pure Syor. Syor have claws and Syorian don’t. Syorian have healing magic, Syor don’t. Being from somewhere so far away you probably don’t know about any of that. Maybe my mom can teach you a bit and introduce you to some of the humans who live in the castle while I talk to the human representatives. I bet it would be much less scary for you to talk to people the same size as you.”

As Connor talked about the differences in giants, one of the wait staff brought a chair over for Lana to sit without moving her hand from the table. They all knew how stubborn the Queen Mother could be. She wouldn’t budge and would give the island girl time to adjust. She even seemed hesitant to sit down, but eventually did. He started to eat some more once he was sure his new companion was back to eating. He decided to avoid talking too much for the moment, not wanting to interrupt her eating or make her more nervous. His mother seemed to have the same idea. But eventually it was clear Naomi must be kind of full as she was eating much slower, likely wanting to prolong the meal to avoid being handled by giants. Lana turned her hand over to be palm up slowly. “Naomi, when you are ready, I would like to take you somewhere more isolated where you won’t be surrounded by people who tower over you. I am not going to rush you, but I would prefer if you get on my hand instead of me picking you up. I don’t mind waiting.”

Connor smiled, but then frowned as he noticed the head chef coming back out with desserts. He knew that even if Birgit did nothing, her presence would no doubt further stress Naomi and could delay her willingness to get on his mom’s hand. As Birgit started setting down desserts, Connor was a bit surprised that Naomi decided the best way to avoid further scares from the giantess was to scramble onto his mom’s hand in almost a panic. His mom arched a brow, and clearly glanced at Birgit before focusing on him. “Son... Am I to assume Birgit gave this girl a scare, considering she seemed to panic when desserts were brought out?” Connor sighed and nodded. Lana shook her head with a sigh, “Well, if nothing else it meant I didn’t have to sit here for a couple hours. I’ll take her to your room; see if I can get some of the human staff to visit.”

Lana stood slowly, and turned to leave the room, pausing briefly to look at Birgit, “Oh, and Birgit? I think we may need to have a discussion later about how to treat new arrivals.” With that final comment, Lana departed with Naomi in her hand.

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Special Gift Part 4

Another story that started out on my deviantart page. Like DCD it will be continued. A G/T story with a much more wholesome giant, but there will be vore.

It occurs long while after Defying Certain Death, but in the same world and both stories do eventually tie together.

Proofreader and creator of Dani: @vore-scientist

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Naomi was a bit tense about being alone with this unfamiliar giantess, but it was better than being surrounded by them. She was carried to a room and set down on an area with a bed and reading area and a large painting of a beach. Naomi stared in shock as the giantess put her hands on the surface as if to pull herself up to sit on it, and began to rapidly shrink as she muttered a word in some foreign language. The giantess continued her action as she shrank, soon sitting on the edge of the surface. Naomi knew her mouth was open but was so shocked by the giantess shrinking it took her a moment to correct it. Lana chuckled a bit as she stood, “I had a feeling that would surprise you. I hope you are more comfortable now that I don’t tower over you. Perhaps now we can have a more relaxed conversa...”

Lana was interrupted by a human sized door flying open as a cute, pudgy young woman kicking open the door shouting, “I just heard the news! Connor got a- Your Majesty!” Then seeing the giantess shrunk, jogged over to hug Lana, giving a kiss on the cheek. Lana sighed, hugging the young woman back, “Hello Dani, good to see you too. This is our new arrival, Naomi. She comes from the Ruby Isles.” “Oh, right!” Dani chimes, turning to face Naomi with the biggest smile on her face, accented with deep dimples. "I heard Connor got a new treat! And wow, she is just as cute as the rumors said! Naomi was it? I’m Dani! I’ve been a paid treat for years; you’re going to love it here! "

“I… am not so sure about loving this place… it’s… a lot to adjust to…” Naomi said, nearly inaudible, kind of overwhelmed. Dani giggled in response, "Well sure! It was a bit scary; I’d actually never been eaten before! First time is sooooo terrifying, but now it's thrilling. So what was it like when Connor ate you? It's been ages since he's called on my services, but I suppose now he's got his own personal snack he won’t need me much at all. It's wonderful! He deserves it, he's such a sweetheart and really, kings should have more exclusive treats!"

Naomi looked horrified, “You mean he’s going to actually eat me? He’s eaten you? It was scary enough being put in his mouth!” Lana tried to interrupt, to explain to Dani about the situation, “Dani please, I think you need to know a bit more…”

"Of course he has, and he pays well, I got so many books... wait..." she faltered "I heard he ate you, the whole courtroom saw it!" Naomi replied, “I… was just in his mouth…” Naomi muttered, “This… has been extremely overwhelming…”

"Really? I mean you were there so you'd know but I am very surprised!" Dani finally noticed the look on Lana's face, "Hold on... I’m missing something. Is... Naomi not Connor's new treat? She's certainly dressed like one. She smells like one, smells like the special salt blend I made specifically for Connor!"

Lana sighed, glad to have Dani’s attention, “Naomi did not volunteer.” At that Naomi quickly added, “Volunteer? I thought giants were a myth before today!” Dani looks insulted at what Lana said, "Vo..." she gasps, "Volunteer!?" Dani said more shrilly, "Lana! You insult me! I am a paid professional! We all are! I cannot believe you would make such an error!" Dani was being intentionally dramatic. Lana’s hand rested over her forehead as she tried to get Dani on track again, “Did you completely miss what she said about not even knowing giants were more than a myth? And I didn’t call either of you a volunteer. I merely said she didn’t.” Naomi, hopeful the conversation now had the two distracted, began to examine her surroundings. She was hoping to figure out how to get away still.

Dani looked confused. "I... don’t know what you are talking about,” Dani said, having managed to miss the important part of what was said,"I think I did miss something," she looked down in a bit of shame and her cheeks got a bit red. "That happens..." but then looked up determined, "so, uh, repeat it, please?" Lana realized it would be best to go for blunt, and clarified the situation to Dani, “Naomi did not choose to be here. Before today, she thought giants were a mainland myth. I overheard the diplomats referring to her as a political prisoner that knows too much…”

Naomi, thinking the two were distracted by the conversation, carefully started to move towards the edge of the dresser. However, the movement immediately caught Dani’s attention, "Hey! Don’t go that way, you'll fall!" Dani called out, not realizing what Naomi was about to do. She even grabbed Naomi's wrist and pulled her back "First thing to learn about living amongst the giants! Stay away from the edges of things, we are very high up!" Naomi sighed, unsure if Dani meant to keep her safe or keep her from escaping, “I’m used to jumping down from the masts of ships. I know all about heights.”

Dani considered briefly and said, "Well still, don't? One does not just... fall off things in front of the queen. It is very rude."

Lana chuckled, “I think she meant to try to run away, Dani.”

Dani replied, "Well maybe you should get big again so she can’t do that!"

Lana sighed, “If it becomes necessary. For now I want to calm her down.”

Dani guided Naomi back to a seating area meant for humans. Naomi was visibly shaky, “They are so big…”

"Well, they are called giants, for a reason," Dani giggled and guided Naomi to sit down in a very plush chair.

Naomi’s voice was a bit higher, stressed, “They look to be as big as the statues of the great sea guardians… and he put me in his mouth! And you said he will surely eat me!”

“Well sure, I thought he already had, we all think that! Well, Everyone in the castle! That’s what giants do with treats. We just taste so good, and they like how it feels to have us in their bellies!” She turns to Lana, “Isn’t that right!”

Lana placed her hand on her forehead, “Of course we love it, but Connor wouldn’t do that to someone scared!”

 “And like I said, you smell like you were doused in Connor’s favorite salts! I made them myself to make his treats taste even better! And you’re dressed as a treat, how was I to know you were… um… forced into this. Do you need some ice water? You’re sweating a lot. ”

“They dressed me as a sacrifice… they want to get me killed! Over a freaking accident!”

Dani laughed again “Killed!? Did you miss the part where I’ve been eaten? Do I look dead to you?” Dani then realized that she should be more mindful and patted Naomi on the shoulder, “You’re not gonna die. I don’t know why you ended up here but whoever dressed you like this didn’t want you to die. They know Connor wouldn’t ever kill a human! Unless you’re an assassin, but I don’t think you are.” Then more seriously she added, “But if you try to run, that might happen. There are some giants around who would happily have you as a snack for real. Connor isn’t one of them. And neither is Lana.”

“You mean like that really scary chef…”

Dani immediately knew who that is and looked like she might laugh again but stopped herself and glanced to the side, “I’ve worked with a lot of Syor... and Birgit… she seems the type, but she knows better. She’s been here for decades. We can both promise you she’d never kill you, she likes her job too much.”

“Syor? You mean giants? She’s the scariest I’ve seen so far…”

“Yes, Birgit is a Syor, the more um… scary kind of giant. And I won’t deny that Birgit is one of the scariest and yet one of the least likely to hurt a human. Oh and her majesty is Syorian. I ask again, do you want some water?”

“Honestly I want fig wine from my home, but water will do.”

“Oh, we don’t have fig wine, but we have figs! I like them with goat cheese and honey! Or just roasted with honey. We can get you some!”

 “Figs would make me feel better… they are a cultural food to us.”Naomi said softly.

 So Dani called for a servant to bring that snack and some juice to drink, having previously read islanders are fond of fruity drinks "Feel any better?"

 “These aren’t like the ones from the islands… but they aren’t bad… this place is so scary…” Naomi said again.

"Repeating that won’t make it less so. You need to think about something else,” Dani suggested.

 Naomi sighed, “Easier said than done... This place is so overwhelming.”

 Lana spoke up, “I would assume it would be to someone unfamiliar with giants. But as Dani and I have both said, Connor won’t hurt you. How about we try to talk about something else. What led to you leaving the islands? It’s not all that common from what I know.”

Naomi was hesitant, but sighed, “I... was starting my new job as an ambassador... I already had worked on careful negotiations at home and it was decided I was ready to negotiate trade with Naterhu.”

She paused to fidget with a fig, trying to think straight. Trying to focus on what she was good at. “We had heard there was a kingdom north of Naterhu called Yorsani, but we wanted to focus on good relations with the one closer before sending ships further north...”

Having peeled off all the skin and removed the stem, Naomi had started removing some of the small, soft seeds, her hands getting juices from the fig on them as she did so, “I always dreamed of working in politics, especially international... even though the islands don’t interact with other nations much it sounded so interesting... I guess... I guess if I’m some sort of... gift... to the king here... I’m just going to be a pet now instead.”

Dani smiled, “Don’t look so glum! This place is great! The giants love us treats so much they will give us the best things. I have gotten language tutors and rare books... You’ll still have access to stuff to learn about other cultures just like you would as an ambassador... you’ll probably have access to learn even more unique things!”

Naomi frowned, “Treats? That’s what I’m to be to the king?”

Lana chimed in immediately, “Connor would never do that against someone’s will. You are not a treat unless you make the choice to be. You are a guest. Someone to talk to... A companion. Not just some treat to sample or some simple source of entertainment.”

The nervous island girl went quiet for a moment before continuing, “Dani you sound so happy with how you live... but this is a far cry from what I wanted for my life. I wanted not just to learn about other cultures, but interact, to handle the challenging situations that arise... to make a difference at the very least for my people, maybe even in the world as a whole.”

Lana arched a brow, “You have a very strong idea of what you planned for your life. Not many know that in their youth. Not many can state it so strongly when stressed.”

One fig now plucked of seeds, Naomi picked up another, “With everything that’s been going on, the lack of information while I was being transported... it’s all I focused on. I didn’t want to think about where I was being taken or what might happen... so I focused on that instead. I thought how even though by family has very different ways of making a living I studied the species of the islands, worked on cultural exchanges to resolve the ongoing issues with the werejaguars and have them more welcome on the big island. I was going to resolve the hostilities with a neighboring island to make ships like my father’s safer. That would increase the hauls of fish and being able to follow the migrations would eliminate the bad season for fishing. I studied the beastfolk of Naterhu, which I learned you call nemeran, and would arrange trade deals that would suit each of their needs instead of just focusing on human trade. I even made sure before my first trip to Naterhu that I knew exactly what body language and even ways of dressing may be seen poorly so that I would make a good impression and seal an important trade deal... and eventually make a name for myself, someone important, and all of this... all of this ruined by a stupid dog!”

"Wow... that... um. That sucks. I do love my life, but I chose it. You had yours taken from you by those... those assholes! Connor should eat them!"

Lana immediately interjected, “Absolutely not.”

Naomi stared at Dani with a horrified expression.

In response to both reactions, Dani added, "He wouldn’t kill them!"

Lana shook her head, “Still no, Dani.” 

Naomi sighed, “I have a lot to think about.”  Lana smiled warmly at Naomi, “Indeed you do. Let’s get you to a washroom, get the fig juice off your hands, get the bath salts off that are meant to flavor you off, maybe some floral scented soaps instead. And a different outfit... Maybe something colorful that covers you a bit better so you feel less exposed.” Lana stood from her seat, making a gesture for Naomi to follow. “Maybe the hot water will help you relax,” Lana said as she opened the door to the human sized passageway in the wall, “We’ll take this path so you don’t have to see any giants at full size… or be carried.”

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Special Gift Part 2

Another story that started out on my deviantart page. Like DCD it will be continued. A G/T story with a much more wholesome giant, but there will be vore.

It occurs long while after Defying Certain Death, but in the same world and both stories do eventually tie together.

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“Naomi? Where did you go? I can’t use the cleaning charm if you are hiding...” She could hear the giant sniffing the air, tracking her. “I just want to help you get clean... I really didn’t want to do that to you... I don’t know if you understand much about politics, but it gets complicated.” Naomi rolled her eyes at that comment. She knew good and well politics got complicated, that was the whole reason she got dragged into this nonsense! He must have assumed she was taken from some poor farming family or was a criminal or something.

She peeked out from behind the cup she had hid, noticing he had set the book down as he looked over the desk for her. He was still sniffing the air, starting to move stuff to look for her. It wouldn’t take long for him to move the cup she was behind. But she had an idea. Maybe she could outsmart this giant. She made sure he was looking behind something that would briefly obscure his vision, and she dropped down low, moving to hide alongside the book instead. He wouldn’t think to check the book because he set it down after she ‘vanished’. She lay still, looking to the side of the desk... the chair was close, if she could reach it, she could climb down. Good thing her ambassador role was part time so she wasn’t always behind a desk... Most days she worked with her family on boats out on the water. She had the muscle to handle a long climb like that.

Thinking about being glad her work had only been part time only made her miss the islands more. It was supposed to be a simple trade negotiation... a couple weeks away from the island at most. Sail over to the mainland, discuss the trade, sign a few documents, and sail home. But while she was waiting in the castle for them to get the papers for her to sign, that stupid dog stole her bag and she chased after it... She hadn’t been intentionally spying! She just wanted her bag back! They knew it was an accident! She noticed she had made a fist and sighed, forcing herself to relax a bit and focus. Getting angry wouldn’t do any good. She needed to be calm and focused if she was going to escape this... thing.

She was still a bit shocked that giants were even real, and she had now already been inside the mouth of one. There were no such beings on the islands, and they had always assumed giants to be some sort of mainlander myth. But now she was being hunted by one. One she had been given to as some sort of peace offering. “Ah... there you are little one... That’s a clever hiding place...” She heard his voice... was he bluffing to trick her into the open? “I won’t move the book away from you for now... I understand you are scared... I’m going to ask you to come out so I can use the cleaning charm on you. I’m sure you must be a little chilled being wet like that.” Shit. He mentioned the book so he wasn’t bluffing... or perhaps he just checked everywhere else and used process of elimination. Either way, he figured out she was lying beside the book.

Naomi was tense as she saw the cover of the book open, but as he promised, he didn’t move the book in a way that exposed her. She heard him speak again, “I’m just going to find that cleaning charm while I wait for you to come out... I don’t have it memorized, but it’s near the front of this book, so should only take a short time to find. This entire situation has been rather unexpected... but I won’t let anyone here hurt you, and I’ll try to make sure you are as comfortable here as possible while I figure out how I can let you go without it becoming a diplomatic incident.” That comment surprised Naomi, he actually wanted to find a way to let her go? The few tales she’d heard of giants made them sound terrifying, eating humans or imprisoning them to keep as long-term ‘treats’... but this one was actually talking about letting her go? Granted, based on how the politics of the situation sounded, it seemed like it wouldn’t actually be possible, but it was shocking to hear he was even considering looking for a solution.

She watched the cup she had previously hidden behind suddenly get picked up and heard the giant take a drink from it. Maybe if he was distracted with a drink she could make a run for it, find her way down to the floor. The thought had only barely crossed her mind before she was moving, on her feet and bolting as quick as she could for the chair pushed up to the desk. But she had only covered a short distance before she slammed into something unseen and fell back on her rear. She touched her head briefly, her forehead and nose stung slightly almost like she ran face first into a wall. She heard the giant chuckle a bit before talking to her again, “I had a feeling you would do something like that... and while I don’t have the cleaning charm memorized; I do know a basic barrier spell. I’m sorry, but I can’t just let you run away.”

Naomi blinked as she considered what he said, and reached out in front of her, her hand coming in contact with the unseen barrier in front of her. It had a little bit of give when she pushed on it, but didn’t seem like it would come down easily. She was trapped. She heard him mutter something she didn’t understand, and the moisture on her skin and hair suddenly vanished. She pulled her hand back from the barrier and ran it through her hair, surprised that it seemed like it was before he had ‘tasted’ her. “Isn’t that better, little one? I told you I would get rid of the saliva from you once I could see you.”

She looked up at the giant staring down at her, cringing back slightly instinctively. She couldn’t find her words at the moment, scared of what he may do. His size alone made him terrifying, but the fact he had actually tasted her made it that much worse. Yes, it was true it felt better after he used that magic to remove the saliva, but it didn’t change the fact he had been the reason it was there in the first place. She wanted to run back to hiding, but couldn’t seem to force herself to get back up as he was staring at her. Then she tensed more as she saw his arm move, his hand slowly coming closer to her where she sat on the desk. Her mouth opened, but she couldn’t find her voice, couldn’t scream or cry out.

She stared at the approaching hand, wishing she could move away, but she seemed glued to the spot. She shut her eyes and grit her teeth, afraid of what he might be about to do. She felt one of his large fingers gently brush her hair back from her face and she hesitantly opened one eye. He... wasn’t grabbing her. Wasn’t picking her back up. His hand came to a rest on the desk next to her after he brushed her hair back. That was all he did, just that brief, gentle touch. It confused her. He wasn’t treating her like an object, like the gift she was. He seemed to recognize her fear and seemed to genuinely be trying to calm her down and show her that he meant no harm.

While still scared, Naomi was also now extremely confused. She had no idea what to make of this situation or the giant that was apparently now her captor. Why was he acting like this? She watched him use his free hand to pull out the chair and sit down, keeping his other hand near her. She was silent as he spoke to her again, “As much as I would like to sit here and give you as much time as you need to get used to me, I am expected to attend the banquet with the others. We can remain here for a while longer, but unfortunately I can’t simply leave you here while I go.”

He sighed, “They’ll expect me to bring you to the banquet as well... When was the last time you ate? My chefs are among the best, and you can have your own plate or even take from my own plate... whatever makes you most comfortable.” That surprised her... he was a king, and he was saying she could take food from his plate? Even if the amount would be tiny compared to him, he was still royalty and it was unheard of for such a thing to be allowed... But if nothing else, she could be sure the food was safe if she took from his plate. No risk of poison or drugs meant to keep her ‘manageable’. She didn’t like the idea she had to go with him to this banquet and stay near him, especially when she had so recently been treated like a snack herself.

The giant turned his hand slightly so it was palm up, and she could see him studying her behavior, watching for her reactions. He continued to talk to her, his tone surprisingly soothing, “I would much rather have you get on yourself rather than grab you... and I can wait a while longer yet, but if you show no sign of at least trying to approach my hand, I’ll have no choice but to simply pick you up. I promise to be gentle with you... I have no desire to hurt you, Naomi. Honestly, I would like to get to know you, since you’ll be staying here. My steward should have already started on comfortable living arrangements for you.”

The giant’s smile was surprisingly warm... if he wasn’t so huge and intimidating, she would almost say he looked friendly. She was still struggling to find her voice, but at least managed to move again. She got to her feet slowly, touching the barrier in front of her again, then trying to follow it away from his hand rather than approaching it. She saw him frown, but ignored that reaction for the moment, still trying to work out how much room she had to maneuver. The giant started talking to her again as she did this, “That’s sort of the opposite of what I asked, but that’s okay. This must be a lot for you to deal with... If the ones who brought you here hadn’t mentioned it, my name is Connor, and you can call me by that name, even in public. I’m not a huge fan of all the formalities. Anyway, once your sleeping area is prepared, it will have one of the finest human-sized beds in the castle, and a nice bathing area near it for you. While it will be in my room, I’ll make sure you have some amount of privacy... We can even arrange for décor than suits your preferences if you are willing to discuss it.”

She quickly found the barrier didn’t go very far. Perhaps he adjusted it to only allow her to approach his hand, because based on what she was feeling, she couldn’t even get close to the book again. She sighed, leaning against the barrier at the farthest point from his hand and letting her gaze drift down. She didn’t even want to look at the giant. He sounded nice, but that didn’t help much. He was still huge, and he had put her in his mouth... and based on his reaction he had definitely liked how she tasted. He seemed to be trying to get her to talk, even trying a new subject as he continued to speak to her, “By the way... I was wondering where you might come from? Your appearance is definitely a bit different compared to most of the humans and terrans we see. Your skin tone is the most obvious thing, but other features as well. It’s okay if you don’t want to discuss it...”

“An island,” Naomi said softly, speaking for the first time, although not very loud. “Pardon?” The giant said, not quite hearing her. Although hesitant, Naomi kept talking, “I came from an island. Took over a week of sailing for my people’s ship to reach the mainland, even with magic helping to fill the sails and propel it forward. The islands were so beautiful and warm... I hate how much colder these lands are... I shouldn’t be here. I should be back home by now, not stuck as some sort of offering to a being we always thought were mainlander myths.”

She jerked slightly and yelped in surprise as the hand came in contact with her again, cupping around her. She tried to move away, still scared, but there wasn’t anywhere to go. But... he didn’t grab her. His hand just cupped around her slightly and his thumb stroked her back. Naomi was tense, confused, not sure what he was doing... but after a moment, it clicked. He was trying to comfort her. He heard the sadness in her voice as she spoke of missing the island, and he wanted to make her feel better. This was all so bizarre. The giant, Connor’s voice was a bit softer as he spoke again, “I’m sorry you got forced into this situation. It’s rather shocking to hear they would give me someone who didn’t even realize my kind are real before now... but I will try to make your stay comfortable.”

“Unfortunately, I don’t think we can stay here much longer before someone comes looking to urge me back to the event... But on the bright side, the food is sure to be quite good. I suppose since you aren’t from this area, some of the dishes, if not all of them, will be new to you,” Connor said as he gently scooped Naomi into his hand. She was tense, but didn’t try to pull away or flee. It was pretty obvious that at least at the moment, that wouldn’t work. So despite the urge to try bolting, she just accepted it as he picked her up.

She was tense as his hand raised closer to his face, worried about being near his mouth after what happened before. But he seemed to realize her concern, instead holding her more to eye-level, slightly above where she would be facing his mouth. At least she didn’t have to look at his teeth as he spoke again, “I am glad to finally have heard your voice... but I’ll understand if it’s not easy for you to talk to me, especially now that I know you hadn’t even known about my kind before now. Hopefully you aren’t too scared to eat and enjoy the banquet.” Naomi hesitated a bit, but managed a soft reply, “I... think I’ll be able to eat... I... refused... to eat breakfast...” She had been worried about being drugged, and wanted her mind sharp for whatever was going on. The only thing she’d eaten was a piece of fruit she’d snatched out of someone’s hand, since if they were going to eat it, it couldn’t be contaminated.

The giant arched a brow at what she said but nodded slightly, “Based on that, I’ll assume you prefer to take your meal from my plate. That’s fine, I understand. Can’t be too careful in such a strange environment, right? Hopefully in time you’ll learn you can trust me... and I’m willing to do what is necessary to earn that trust.” As he spoke, the door opened and the giant that had been sticking close to him earlier writing notes stepped in, “People are starting to ask why you aren’t at the banquet yet... I’ve gotten a little more information on the girl from our small guests... I will fill you in later.”

Naomi was surprised at what Connor said next, “You are setting up a place for her, correct? I want you to take the small painting from the study, the one of the beach and ocean, and move it to be where she can see it from her sleeping place. I managed to get her to say she comes from an island, and that should make her feel more at home until we can set up a more life-like enchantment for her to view.” He was actually using the small bit of information she gave him to make her more comfortable? That was rather unexpected... but appreciated. She missed the island so much, and while a painting was no stroll across the beach, it was better than nothing. She watched the other giant depart as Connor focused on her again, “Ready to return to the event, little one?” Naomi sighed at the question, “It’s not like I have any choice...”

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Defying Certain Death Part 2

Copied from my DeviantArt account, a non-sexual G/T vore story featuring adults along the lines of the lion and the thorn fable. There will be tons of hurt/comfort aspects, lots of safe vore. That is the primary focus in this.

Barrett is and adult giant standing 85ft tall and Hope is an adult human at 5ft 6. Barrett does not eat children at any point.

Warnings: Fatal Mention; Characters in Distress

Future: While this part is relatively tame, future parts include fatal vore and violence. Barrett, the giant, is not a good guy, so will be doing some occasional bad things.

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He looked at the frightened girl in his hand, thinking on the words she just spoke. ‘I don’t want to die.’ He had been thinking the same thing when she found him. The whole reason she had been within his reach was because she had just helped position the rope so he could move the stone that caused most of the rest to tumble loose. The whole reason he could so easily grab this potential meal was because she had helped him escape certain death. She had spent three weeks helping him, providing for him and helping to move the rocks. 

And now... Now he was free and she knew he no longer needed her assistance. She knew he was half starved, in desperate need of food. She had helped fight off the hunger, but the little one simply couldn’t provide enough for him, no matter her efforts. And she had put a lot of effort into it; it was obvious she had lost some weight because she had focused so much on providing for him, and because her hard work quickly burned up what she took in. Her health had suffered because she worked to improve his.

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He was quite surprised when she did return, dragging a pair of the wild sheep native to this area. She hesitated, then slowly approached his face. She was so close... dragging those two sheep up to him so she could help get them into his mouth. So very close... He could tilt his head forward, flick out his tongue quickly; quite possibly use it to draw her into his waiting jaws. But he would still be trapped, unable to get loose. Even if he was hungry, even if she smelled so very good, she was his only potential hope of survival.

He watched her hesitate as she approached, obviously wary that he might yet change his mind about accepting help and just eat her. And it was a tempting idea. He was so hungry and she smelled so good... He closed his eyes and focused, trying to clear away the thoughts of temptation. Instead, he moved his head as best he could, to reposition so that he could more easily receive the provided meal. He extended his tongue slightly to cover the bottom row of teeth, and to help him to better take the offered food. He watched her get close, right in front of him, right within reach.

He could tell it was a struggle for her to get the sheep up, she had gotten rather large ones and they were heavy. She had probably targeted large ones just because of how much he needed, but it made it difficult for her to handle. With the time it took for her to adjust how she was handling the prey, he could have easily snapped her up. But he waited patiently, closing his eyes and inhaling her scent as she worked to lift the sheep up. He slowly extended his tongue a bit more, not wanting to frighten her, but using it to help scoop up the ram as she gave it to him. 

He briefly caught taste of her arms as she let go of the sheep and stepped back, watching as he easily swallowed the animal whole. The food acted as a reminder as to just how hungry he was, his stomach growling to remind him it was far from enough food. He looked down at her, giving a faint smile, “That was... helpful. You seemed to have trouble... Do you think you can handle the second one?” He watched her nod, then opened his mouth again, extending his tongue to receive the desperately needed gift. He could tell she struggled more this time to lift the mountain sheep, even though it was smaller than the first. 

Once she had it about half up, he flicked his tongue forward quickly to make sure she wouldn’t drop it, attempting to help her as best he could. He froze as he noticed he tasted more than the sheep, as he noticed that his tongue had caught under her shirt in the process and that her hands now rest on his tongue. He could feel her give a shudder, no doubt afraid he was going to take advantage of this to attempt to get her as well, but he remained still. It had been difficult for her, and he suspected she had nearly fallen over, catching herself in the position she was now. 

He realized he was purring, both at the feeling of something in his belly after days without food, as well as the taste of the second sheep, and more so her, on his tongue. It was so tempting, but he’d be back to the same situation he was when the day started if he gave into temptation. She had proven her honesty when she brought back the two sheep, proven she meant what she said about helping him. He needed her to get out of this mess, so no matter how much he loved her taste, he had to let her go. He felt her move back, pulling away her hands from his tongue as she regained her balance and stood straight.

He soon swallowed the second sheep, then sighed with a smile. “That... was greatly appreciated. I lost track of the days I’ve been here, how long I’ve gone without food.” He saw her smile slightly, “Thank you for not...” He chuckled softly, “I won’t deny being tempted, but it wouldn’t do me any good to harm my only hope of escaping this. You can be certain that as you assist me; when you get so close to give me food, I will never take advantage of that.”

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So the tags praising the flashback usage for the first few parts in DCD on a recent reblog (loved the tags btw @vore-toast ) brought to mind when I first started writing DCD. I had been listening to my grandpa tell multiple stories of his past throughout a day and wanted to toy with the idea of multiple flashbacks throughout a single scene. At first I wasn’t sure what sort of story I could do that with, but settled on wanting a high tension moment between someone who just freed something immensely dangerous from a perilous situation and the fear that came from knowing that thing could kill you. From that came the first parts. As I wrote them out I would take breaks to work on developing the species of giant, which then became two subspecies of a ‘feral’ and ‘domestic’ variant. Like wolves and dogs. I had not fully developed the species when I posted the story, but enough to be reasonably consistent in future stories with these species.

And that is how Defying Certain Death, as well as the Syor and Syorian began development.

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Defying Certain Death Part 19

Dual posted to my DeviantArt account, a non-sexual G/T vore story featuring adults along the lines of the lion and the thorn fable. There will be tons of hurt/comfort aspects, lots of safe vore. That is the primary focus in this.

Barrett is an adult giant standing 85ft tall and Hope is an adult human at 5ft 6. Barrett does not eat children at any point.

Warnings: Unwilling Prey; Fatal Mention; Characters in Distress

Future and Previous: While this part is relatively tame, future and previous parts include fatal vore and violence. Barrett, the giant, is not a good guy, so will be doing some occasional bad things.

Editor: @vore-scientist

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Upon leaving town, Barrett paused to look around, flicking up the tertiary eyelid to check for signs of life. Good. No other syor or their minions had noticed Hope and followed. No partner harpies scouting the area. He tensed his stomach, the motions of regurgitation becoming more familiar. It was still annoying to release a human. But for Hope it was worth it. He felt her on his tongue again after bringing her up. While the weight in his stomach had been nice while he had been back in the syor town, he had missed seeing her and missed her scent. Back to the uncomfortable woods, away from his fine house… for her sake. He would eventually have to find a more permanent solution.

Meanwhile he plucked her from his mouth, using a cloth to wipe her off a bit. A fresh one he had retrieved from his house, softer and cleaner, and with a nicer pattern than the handkerchief he had been using before. Laying it over her shoulders to protect from any chilling breezes. “There we are little one. Couldn’t have you out while other syor were around… but now I can show you some of my treasure! Not all of it of course, couldn’t carry it all, but if I’m going to get you fancy things, I needed some more funds.” 

He watched her pull the cloth around her shoulders like a blanket. Why was that so cute to watch? Is this what syorians feel towards humans? Why they don’t have humans as meals? He hoped he didn’t start feeling like this towards more than Hope. Food could be hard to come by! He couldn’t be picky when hunting!

He closed his eyes. Best not to think about it. He looked at Hope again, reaching into his bag with his spare hand and pulling out a beautiful blue sapphire. “Here! Look at this one! Sapphires are at the center of the king’s crown, you know, so obviously they are the best. This one is very clear, no blemishes.” He cocked his head… she wasn’t looking at the sapphire he put by her at all! Why didn’t she focus on the gem? He heard her muttering something. His ear twitched as he tried to understand… something about her dad… and the thieves? What was she talking about them for, they were dead and gone…

Humans were very confusing. “Hope… this gem is very special to my collection… So you should look at it… because you are a special human. Don’t think about things dead and gone. I will show you pretty things and you can look at them and be happy.” He decided to try the next item, setting an emerald ring next to her. “I actually made this one. You can see it’s a little rough, was my first time making jewelry. Took several retries to get it how I wanted. Perhaps if I learn the spell to get small, I can make jewelry for you.” Barrett was disappointed she wasn’t reacting much, but tried a few more times before just starting back towards camp, he could try again later. Maybe she needed to calm down because she knew how dangerous a syor town could be.

When he tried to interact with her the next day it wasn’t better. If anything it was worse. He set her down to watch her make breakfast but  she didn’t put the same effort in as usual. It was not for lack of supplies, her food cart was full, so that did not make sense. He didn’t know anything about the weird way humans and syorians prepared food, but he definitely had grown to understand the amount of time and care she put into the task. She’d also used the supplies to make other things that didn’t use food in them. Seeing her eating stuff straight from the cart was… odd. She had plenty of time to sleep while in his belly, so she shouldn’t be tired, right? So he just watched her, waiting until she seemed done to try to show her the sapphire again. He frowned when she cringed from his reaching hand. Why was she like that? He had told the truth like any proper syor should and she had been unharmed! It didn’t make sense to him. 

The next couple days Hope showed no improvement, in fact she got worse.. At first he was pleased that she no longer cringed away from his hands, until he realized it was due to failing strength. Every day she grew more quiet. Every day she ate less and less. Only occasionally did she prepare even a small fire to cook with. Now that he was paying more attention he noticed a few more bizarre things: she had more moisture on her clothing, even though she was not very active, and was resting under a tree. And her scent… it was different. just slightly off… saltier perhaps? And the scent itself was stronger than it normally was. He didn’t like it. He wanted her to smell like she did before, and talk to him like she did before.

He thought about what happened before her behavior got worse. He had enjoyed having her in his belly, where no other Syor could harm her or even taunt her... but he did not like how she was acting now. He did not like that she cowered like when he first got free of the rocks, and now he did not like that she wasn’t… She had been starting to talk to him again! And now he did not like that she wasn’t.... He did not like this... but he did not know how to get his Hope back to how she was when he was trapped and she was saving him.

Taking her to the tailor to get fine clothing hadn’t improved her mood the first time, nor did trying to show gems, jewelry, and precious metals this time. Nothing he tried worked and it frustrated him. New fancy things always made him happy! He lay on the cot in the tent he had bought, his little human under his hand on his chest. At least she seemed to enjoy laying on his chest as long as he didn't disturb her much. He thought back to when he was trapped. She had been collecting plants… she had seemed happy when he was watching her before she saw him. She had been taking something off the top of the plant, but he didn’t understand what or why. 

Again he wondered if she might be a terran, rather than an average human. Of course she was above average, she was special.  Terrans were like humans, only born with a magical affinity for one element. Like the geomancers who set the trap. But Hope was not a geomancer or she would have used earth  magic to free him. Perhaps she had an affinity for water, or plants.  Or perhaps she was an average human and was using spells. With spells, non-terrans could still learn magic, just like giants could even though all giants had in-born magic. Anyone could learn magic if they wanted. His kind… did not usually want to do so.  “Hope? Are you a terran? If you are, you haven’t used your magic lately or I would have smelled you are terran… but you were after plants when I found you…” He paused, waiting for an answer. But got none.

He moved his hand and lifted her up to look at her. Usually even scared she answered direct questions… She was acting odd. He sniffed at her, holding her close to his face and squinting to focus better. She seemed a little pale. She felt warmer and was shivering… Was she sick? Was it his fault? Her clothes were wet again… this wasn’t right! “Hope? What is going on? Why are you wet and shivering? Why is your scent odd?” He got no answer… but she touched her throat and shook her head. “You… something with your neck?”

Barrett was confused and upset. He didn’t know enough about humans to understand what might be wrong. But he understood enough to know something definitely is wrong. He tried to think… he had been sick before and his whole body ached and shivered and his eyes, especially his tertiary eyelid, would pound in his skull. Did humans get sick the same that syor and syorian did? They didn't have a special eyelid, but besides that… would they feel the same? And would the same treatments help?

Barrett stroked Hope’s hair. Now that he wasn’t trying to get her to talk and was just holding and looking at her, she just lay down in his palm. She looked tired even though she hadn’t been doing much. Even though she had seemed unhappy after the trip to the syor town, she wasn’t trying to avoid him. He saw she was shivering and cupped his other hand over her to provide warmth. He would have to go to the syorian town. They spent time around small folk. They would know more about humans like Hope.

Barrett reached the town quickly, growling more than usual at anyone who even looked at him wrong. He needed to think. He knew the man at the fruit stand was talented in healing magic, but wasn’t a trained physician. He needed an actual doctor this time. He paused. Snarled at someone who came too close as he clutched his precious human to his chest. He would need to ask for help. But he didn’t want anyone besides a doctor near what his problem was and nobody was going to want to talk to him while he was acting like this… he would have to be insistent.. He walked over to a herbalist’s stand, shoving aside a customer who seemed to be finishing a purchase. Just a worthless naga. Lucky they weren’t out in the woods… a mid sized naga like this one would be a few days of meat. He started talking to the herbalist to get information about a local small folk doctor, moving the hand covering Hope as he gestured while speaking. He first had to convince the lady he hadn’t done anything to Hope he just needed to know where a doctor who treats small folk is. Then Hope’s weight vanished from his hand.

A roar erupted from him as he slashed his claws through the tail of the naga that had stolen her.  His claws easily sliced through the scales and flesh, even scratching at the bone. Miraculously the naga did not drop Hope as she jerked back, “Take it easy! You said you needed a doctor!” That’s when Barrett finally took in the fact that this naga he had previously shoved aside was wearing the telltale light blue jacket with the medical rune on it that doctors wore. Barrett frowned, “Oh… sorry… but you just… took her. I thought someone stole her…” The naga sighed, “I was stopping by here to get more ingredients for treatments… heard how frantic you were.” Her tail twitched as with one deft hand she did… something… to slow the bleeding. . “You owe me a wound salve, very expensive, and I need to have my nurse heal me properly before I actually work on this human.”

The naga set the girl back on Barrett’s hand, “I am far too injured to slither now so you will carry me,” the doctor insisted. Barrett frowned, but did not object. The naga was much smaller than him, but also a fair bit bigger than Hope. Stood maybe 20ft tall? Easy for a giant to carry. Barrett used his free hand to pick up the naga, letting it’s tail droop over his arm. The naga gave directions to the clinic, actually not far from the herb stand and an alchemist. Barrett used his back to push the door open, then walked over to the counter where a syorian nurse was making notes. The nurse arched a brow at the sight of claw marks on the doctor before stepping around to pick up the doctor and heal her. 

The lady doctor spoke to the male nurse about what happened, the nurse stealing a surprised glance at Barrett upon hearing that he, a syor, wanted the human treated. “How unusual. Syor aren’t usually so defensive over the few minions that are kept…” Barrett gave a snarl, “Hope is no minion! She is precious, special.” The nurse looked even more shocked, “That… I haven’t heard a syor speak of a human like that… but Doctor Lenora is very good at what she does.” Barrett was starting to calm at the reassurance of this doctor’s skill. He held out his hand with hope and the nurse sighed, “Take her to the room over there. Normally we take them to the small folk rooms, but she is in poor shape so please take her to the giant room instead. The doctor will be in to see you once I have taken care of her injuries.” Barrett frowned briefly before heading into the room. His ears perked as he overheard the conversation in the other room. The doctor was complaining about needing healing and to wash up blood. Barrett almost laughed when he heard the nurse reply, “-Your own damn fault. You could see how possessive he is and you know better than to take something from a syor. Honestly, I’m surprised you aren’t closer to dead than alive.”

Exactly, Barrett silently agreed, dumb naga’s own fault she got clawed. 

After a few minutes, the doctor entered from a side door sized perfectly for her. “Good morning. I am Dr Lenora McCoy. Seems you have a new patient for me.” Barrett was tense at the doctor’s presence, so calm after he had just attacked her, even if the wounds were now partially healed and bandaged up. He nodded. “Hope isn’t speaking to me. She smells odd, stronger and seems to be shivering,” Barrett explained as he lowered his hand for the doctor to examine Hope. He growled as he noticed the doctor moving Hope into a different position and putting something to her ear. “What are you doing to my Hope? Be careful with her.” McCoy paused, “My job. At the moment checking her temperature. The illness seems to be hitting her far harder than it should… Has she been under abnormal stress? That can weaken the immune system…” Barrett frowned and looked away as he thought. Had she handled the trip to town worse than he thought? “I… had to visit my house. In a syor town. I suspect knowing where we were was hard on her even if she was safe in my belly.” He noticed the doctor arch a brow, but stayed silent as she continued to examine Hope.

Barrett watched closely, occasionally growling at how the naga interacted with Hope, but trying to keep his possessive instinct under control. The naga had coaxed her to sit up, and was currently looking in her mouth. Barrett wasn’t sure why Hope’s mouth needed to be looked at. Everything the doctor did seemed pointless or unimportant. It took pressing her for answers several times before she caught on, and she started to explain everything she was doing. And yet his nerves were still on end. He tried to explain. Many times. Didn’t she understand how hard it was? He was allowing someone, a stranger, another predator, to interact with his precious Hope while she was vulnerable. His own predatory instincts were heightened just being near injured prey, and occasionally that prey’s injured tail was still twitching. He could not be distracted. 

Barrett’s ears perked again as the naga spoke softly to Hope, and a deep growl left his throat as he slammed his claws into the table next to her. “Did I hear you asking her about leaving me? Do you want to end up dead? Right now you are taking care of my Hope but if you take her from me I won’t hesitate. I will bite off your tail before devouring the rest of you, and I won't care if it gets me banished from town” The doctor tensed, “It’s my job to make sure she is safe and well. Normally with a syor is not safe.” 

“No, that is my job!” Barrett snarled. Then he went quiet as he considered, “I see… you are trying to protect her. Like I do. So this is an exception. She is mine to protect.” 

Dr McCoy seemed uncertain for a moment but nodded, “Alright… based on my examinations she likely has a bad upper respiratory infection.” Seeing Barrett's blank but accepting expression she continued, “Her illness has weakened her and caused damage to her throat. She needs soup and other soft things to eat until she recovers. But she is not well enough to cook for herself. It looks like she did mix some sort of medicine to help with it, but the alchemist next door can provide something a bit better since she doesn’t have the strength to brew her own concoctions.” 

The doctor considered for a moment, “You clearly want to help her, make her well again, right?” Barrett hesitated a moment with naga staring expectantly at him but nodded, “Yes. She is special. I want her well again.” He cocked his head, watching McCoy rub her forehead, “And I assume you will not tolerate leaving her with us?” Barrett growled at even the mere suggestion of it. “My point made,” she said a bit more sternly, “Hope needs rest, hydration, and nutrition more than anything. Medicines from the alchemist will help, but without rest and food she will get worse. I will write out what to get from the alchemist, and since you will refuse to leave her in our care, providing her with said care, including specialized meals, will be up to you.”

Barrett nodded with only a hint of reluctance. “I will ensure she recovers,” he said with more conviction. 

 “Glad you understand. Since my nurse is the same size as you he will explain how a giant your size cares for a sick human,” McCoy said, writing out what needed to be gotten from the alchemist next door. “These potions… they should help ease her symptoms a fair bit. My nurse will have suggestions on how you can care for her.” The naga held out the paper with the large writing to Barrett. Barrett took it, glancing it over and then reaching to pick up Hope. 

Barrett was not happy the doctor still seemed so unsure he could properly care for his Hope, so he decided to prove his point about how she was his to take care of. He made sure he was gentle as he scooped her up into his palm, “Don’t worry Hope. I’ll get you better. Even if I have to learn that weird way you make your food. I’ll figure out what to do.” He looked up at the doctor again, “Thank you.” 

He first reached for coins to pay the doctor, but paused when an idea struck him. The coins fell back between his fingers into the treasure purse and brushed against his gems. He knew by touch alone each and every gemstone. Barrett didn’t like giving up a gem… but with how important this was to him, how important Hope was to him… if the illness got worse it could have cost her life. He pinched his fingers around a small ruby and with minimal hesitation, placed it on the counter. The doctor immediately understood the gesture, and thanked him. He felt… warm from hearing the thanks. An odd feeling. He stared at the ruby a moment longer as the doctor picked it up, then turned around to go speak to the nurse. Parting with a gem was never easy.

But for Hope, it was worth it.

The nurse started by instructing him on heating water and adding premixed packets to boiling water. An especially tricky thing for a giant to do with such small volumes. And it needed to cool before giving it to Hope or it could hurt her. At first the nurse recommended utilizing a shrinking charm. Shrinking to small folk size would make it much easier, but Barrett hated the idea of shrinking down. Felt too vulnerable to be small. Un-syor-like. The nurse understood and instead was able to point him to purchase some tools that syorian used to work with smaller objects. She also suggested that instead of mixing the foods himself, he could go to the cafe or bakery to get soup for Hope. They would have jars of soup. Just warm up a little and it would be ready to eat. Of course that meant being in more syorian places, full of little tasty humans.

But for Hope, it was worth it.

The medicine would be equally hard to interact with. The doses would be impossible for him to prepare without shrinking. But the nurse informed him the alchemist could pre-mix that as well. So when Barrett went to the alchemist with the list of medicines, he requested that. The bottles were so small. He couldn’t read them but when he showed them to Hope she appeared pleased, so he assumed it was correct. The alchemist indicated a single bottle with all the doses would be one coin, but the time to divide them into smaller portions meant the single dose bottles cost more. A few coins for the medicine. Syor rarely needed medicine, but buying the single doses was almost what he spent on medicine for himself once!

But for Hope, it was worth it.

The extra humans in those places made him antsy. Made him want to hunt. Humans and other small folk everywhere. Food. Everywhere. He needed to keep focus. Cafe and bakery to get the weird food for Hope. He may very well be the first syor ever going to these shops. Syor didn’t really shop for food. Just hunt. Occasionally scavenge for in season fruits and the like. It felt so weird to even think about going to these places, and now he stepped foot into them, holding Hope to his chest to stave off her chills. To keep her safe as he went in this place. Did something syor just don’t do.

But for Hope, it was worth it.

The cafe was by far the worst. Humans, nemeran beastfolk, and whatever other small folk milling around, nervous when they saw him but otherwise unconcerned. So off guard. So easy to snatch and swallow… if not for the syorian nearby that would stop him. He made it to the counter, facing the clearly shocked and confused syorian shopkeepers. More shocked when he moved his hand to show them Hope nestled there. Barrett told them the doctor said her throat is bad and he needed the right foods for her. One suggested grouse soup was traditionally used by humans and other small folk when ill. Barrett had no idea what grouse was, but if it was what she needed, he would get that. The shopkeeper was talking about… some other food now. Something with duck? He knew what ducks were. Now mentioning pheasant… something.  He didn’t know what.. The different things were getting confusing. So he decided to get a couple of each. Let Hope have her pick. These small folks moving around tempting his hunting instincts, having to spend money on these weird syorian foods… it was so un-syor-like. It was wrong. 

But for Hope, it was worth it.

Next stop would be the easiest one. The clothing shop, at least they knew him there. For once he couldn’t focus on the fanciest and nicest garments. He needed to get Hope a soft robe to wear while sick. She was shivering even in his hand. She needed to be as comfortable as possible. It was so tempting to see if she could try on a couple of the newest dresses they had… Hope even looked up at him, the look of concern clear on her face. His heart sank… an awful feeling.  He told them he needed a robe and nice night clothes for Hope because she is sick. Fortunately they had her measurements from previous visits and were able to find something that was close to her fit, just slightly larger. The tailors also suggested he purchase something for himself, something with special embroidery that would be easier for a human to hold onto. Something that had pockets with soft lining for Hope to be secure and warm in. That made her smile. And he used another gem. He hated how plain the sleepwear and robe was, how it didn’t fit what a proper syor would spend money on.

But for Hope, it was worth it.

Back in camp he settled her onto his cot in her cozy new sleepwear with his own blanket snuggled around her. He reread the note from the doctor, and the additions onto it from the alchemist, the chef, the baker… so many instructions. He gave her the first dose of medicine, reading up on what the alchemist and doctor said. Food was more important than medicine, the doctor said. He held out the bowl of grouse soup balanced on a claw. Not so precarious, as the syorian cafe worker had provided tiny metal bowls and suggested he make a divot at the center of each to make this easier.  . He watched over her as she sipped the soup, ignoring that some spilled on his blanket. The mess was unimportant. 

He made sure she had as much as she could of it. He read over the chef’s notes on storing the soup for later. Close the lid. Place it in the enchanted marble container. Make sure the storage container is properly closed. Set it in a safe place so it won’t be knocked over. He considered. He wasn’t as practiced moving stone as he was metal. It required the right movements to control earth and stone or he would have freed himself from the rocks…. This took careful gestures. A small end table of stone carefully shaped, a rim to reduce the chance of things on it being bumped. He wanted to make it look fancy, he wanted to give it that special syor touch… but that was not the priority right now. So he placed the food storage container on it. The box with the many jars of medicine. The written instructions. 

For long days he labored. For long nights he barely slept, instead sitting vigil to watch over her. To make sure she was doing better. Sleeping soundly. Breathing properly. The first sound of her voice again made his heart swell. When was the last time he felt that way? He couldn’t think of a time. But even a hint of her voice didn’t make him rest. He kept at it. Every dose of medicine. Every drop of soup. Until she was fully well again. 

Because for Hope, it was worth it.

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Defying Certain Death Part 14

Copied from my DeviantArt account, a non-sexual G/T vore story featuring adults along the lines of the lion and the thorn fable. There will be tons of hurt/comfort aspects, lots of safe vore. That is the primary focus in this.

Barrett is and adult giant standing 85ft tall and Hope is an adult human at 5ft 6. Barrett does not eat children at any point.

Warnings: Unwilling Prey; Characters in Distress

While this part is relatively tame, previous and future parts include fatal vore and violence. Barrett, the giant, is not a good guy, so will be doing some occasional bad things.

Editor: @vore-scientist

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Barrett woke a little earlier than expected, and immediately looked at the human resting under his hand. He wasn’t hungry, so he wasn’t sure why he woke early, but he was kind of glad. It was actually... nice to see Hope sleeping. Maybe she was learning to trust him. Why else would she be still sleeping even though he had raised his head? It actually made him smile slightly. He sat up slowly, careful to keep his hand still to hold her in it. She didn’t wake... she was really sound asleep. It was kind of cute. 

He sniffed the air and closed his eyes. She looked cute, but smelled amazing. She was so relaxed right now... and when he found her cornered by the bear, she hadn’t been panicked when he picked her up, so surely she was starting to trust him more... Besides, didn’t Syorians often ‘taste’ human companions? He pursed his lips, thinking. He never heard about Syorians having problems with their humans... The only reason he never considered that sort of thing before Hope was because he didn’t see a reason to waste food by not eating it. Hope was different. She wasn’t food... but she still smelled really good.

He considered for a while, just watching her sleep in his hand, tucked against his chest. She hadn’t reacted well the first time... but she seemed to be starting to understand he didn’t mean harm. Maybe she would take it better this time? He kind of wanted to try again. No, definitely wanted to try again. He sniffed at her again, closing his eyes. She’d probably do better this time. He moved her away from his chest, looking at her dozing on his hand. Barrett sniffed at her again and licked his lips.

He hesitated briefly. Maybe he should wait until she was awake? He didn’t want to wait... and she did seem to be learning he wouldn’t hurt her, so surely it wouldn’t be too big of a deal. He opened his mouth and carefully slid her inside, smiling at her taste. He started to move her around and taste her slowly, licking her over gently. He didn’t want to wake her so soon if he could avoid it... but it was strange and somewhat difficult to be so gentle. He wasn’t used to it... but he could try to get used to being gentle for Hope. She tasted really good. He started to purr at her taste, but immediately remembered that was what seemed to wake her last time. He sort of wanted to stop purring, just to avoid waking her so soon, but he just couldn’t help it. She tasted so good! He felt her starting move slightly as he tasted her and continued to purr at her delightful flavor.

His tongue ran over her slender form as she slowly shifted her position. He was grateful for the sleeveless sundress she was wearing, going over her bare arms and legs to take in her flavor. He could feel her arm move as she drowsily pushed her hair off her face, and his tongue curled over to cover her body and go over that arm. He almost chuckled when he felt her push at his tongue as if trying to get it away from her. She clearly wasn’t fully awake yet, not yet realizing where she was. He repeated the action, licking over her arm and legs as she lay on her side atop his tongue. His ears pricked as he heard muttering from her. There was no doubting she was waking up, albeit a bit slowly.

As his tongue went over her again, he heard a gasp. There it was, now she was awake. “No, no, no, no!” She sounded nervous... She must not realize it was just him, must be thinking a different Syor had stolen her from him. Wanting to keep her calm this time, he plucked her from his mouth and held her up in front of his face so she could see him clearly. “Don’t worry... it’s just me, not another Syor. I won’t swallow you or anything... You just smell really good and I wanted a quick taste. I’ll let you out again soon.” After showing her it was him, seeing her recognize him, and reassuring her, he immediately put her back inside his mouth to taste some more. 

He hears her cry out “No” again... Probably just startled her to be put back in his mouth so quickly. He slipped his tongue tip along her leg and under her dress, purring at the taste of her skin. He couldn’t help but chuckle when she kicked at his tongue. How nice, she seemed to be playing along. Seemed he was right that she had just been startled. He purred and licked her over again, feeling as she rolled onto her side... that was strange, was she curling up? He prodded her with his tongue a little. That wasn’t as fun as when she kicked his tongue or shoved it away! He moved his tongue to her arm again, then her face as well. She tasted so good... 

After tasting her another minute or so, he heard a strange noise... tasted a hint of salt as he licked her face again. That was strange... what was it? Slowly his eyes went wide as he realized what the sound he heard was. That was a sob. The taste was tears. She hadn’t been playing along after all... and now she was crying. That wasn’t what he wanted! He thought she’d be okay, since she seemed to be accepting he didn’t plan to hurt her!

He opened his mouth and pulled her out, looking at her. “Wait... that was really upsetting you?” He looked closer as he held her in front of his face, but she had curled herself up into a ball and was now hiding her face. “I thought you realized by now I’m not going to hurt you... I thought when you kicked at my tongue you were just playing along... I wasn’t trying to scare you...” He didn’t want to make the situation worse... So he moved her in his hand back to his chest and just held her to his chest and lay back down. Maybe relaxing like this would calm her back down...

It was strange to think. but he actually felt... bad... about upsetting her. It certainly wasn’t normal to care about upsetting a human, but he definitely did. He couldn’t deny that. Now he wanted to make her feel better. He didn’t know much about humans... Would the same things that make him happy make her happy? Kinda made sense they might... So he would try to cheer her up with the same thing that made him happy. He knew a Syorian shop that sold very fancy clothes. He always felt very nice when he got a fancy new outfit... And Syorian shops also sold stuff for humans most of the time! That meant the same shop he loved would probably have lovely things that would fit Hope! 

With that he made up his mind. He would take Hope to the Syorian town and go to the shop that sold the fancy clothes he enjoyed. He would let Hope try on all the fancy clothes she wanted and buy her a couple new outfits to make up for his mistake. Surely that would put her in a better mood! He peeked under his hand to check on her, still curled up and frightened. “I’m sorry that you got scared. That wasn’t my intention. Guess what? I’m going to take you to town to buy you something nice later... You’re going to love it!” There was no response from Hope, but he hadn’t entirely expected one. He just wanted to say he was going to take her to town.

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Defying Certain Death Part 15

Copied from my DeviantArt account, a non-sexual G/T vore story featuring adults along the lines of the lion and the thorn fable. There will be tons of hurt/comfort aspects, lots of safe vore. That is the primary focus in this.

Barrett is an adult giant standing 85ft tall and Hope is an adult human at 5ft 6. Barrett does not eat children at any point.

Warnings: Unwilling Prey; Characters in Distress

While this part is relatively tame, previous and future parts include fatal vore and violence. Barrett, the giant, is not a good guy, so will be doing some occasional bad things.

Editor: @vore-scientist

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Barrett felt he was being watched. People, and, now that he was aware, their humans, definitely noticed he was holding something close to his chest. The mages with the stand near the edge of town watched him closely. He didn’t blame them. Some of what they sold was quite valuable, and his kind were known for liking things of value. Not that his kind were inclined to steal, but most of the mages were humans and so they knew he could be a threat to them. But he wasn’t interested in them today. He had one place he would go today in this Syorian town. The clothing store. He knew he and his fellow Syor were required to be on what Syorian called “good behavior”when coming to town. There were humans, but they belonged to the Syorian, and thus were under Syorian protection.

He felt Hope moving under his hand a bit. She seemed nervous about how he was holding her so securely against himself. She definitely seemed nervous when he growled at anyone who came too close. It was no doubt obvious to everyone that he was holding something precious and valuable to him. Everyone knew how to recognize possessive behavior. He didn’t care what they thought. They could have all sorts of guesses about what he valued so much. Although if they used their extra eyelid, they could see her life in his hand. He kept focused on his goal. He passed the fruit stand, the bakery, and various other shops. He paused at the bathhouse, thinking briefly. Getting cleaned up would be nice... But he shook his head and continued, finally reaching the clothing store.

Barrett sighed and pushed open the door to the clothing shop, and stepped inside. His eyes traced the familiar and tantalizing movement of the human workers scurrying to the back to hide. They always did when a Syor came in. He smirked, enjoying the fear he inspired in those humans. He looked at the Syorian tailor, and smiled, “Today I am not shopping for myself. Today I want to buy something nice for her.” He pulled his hand away from his chest, showing the human girl he held in his hand. The look of shock on the Syorian’s face was expected. Syor didn’t keep humans alive, unless to use as bait, and definitely didn’t buy nice things for them. Hell, they almost never bought nice things for each other unless it was their offspring. “Focus. Get some nice human clothes out for her to try on.” 

The Syorian recovered enough from the brief shock to go get some human outfits. Barrett walked over to the human platform, mirrors, and dressing room and lowered his hand by it. He watched Hope get off his hand and look around and he smiled at her, “There you go. Told you I’d bring you to shop. We’ll get you something pretty.” Barrett could see Hope was still nervous, but he knew shopping made him happy, so he assumed she would calm once they got started.

After a moment the Syorian asked if Barrett would leave their tailors alone so they could work with Hope and he immediately nodded. “I won’t mess with your little treats while they pamper my Hope. As much as they smell delicious, taking care of her is more important so they are safe... only so long as they are beneficial to my Hope.” At first there was no sign of the human tailors. Barrett chuckled, and repeated that he wouldn’t hurt them. Not today. He glanced down, noticing he was still pretty dirty from the rockslide despite using the lake to wash up. He probably looked like a real monster, like he’d been in a fight or something. He usually went to the bathhouse before the clothing store, but he really wanted to get something for Hope. He noticed one tailor peek out, then walk over to Hope.

Eventually, the other two humans working the clothing shop came out of their hiding places to start working on helping find what clothing suited Hope... well, more like what Barrett thought would suit her. Hope spoke softly to them occasionally, but Barrett was eagerly pointing out the fanciest and most expensive outfits that might fit Hope, then praising how they looked on her when she tried them on. The tailors were extremely uneasy when he leaned close to look at Hope in the various outfits.

The other humans very quickly figured out Hope didn’t exactly enjoy this much and definitely wasn’t used to such fancy outfits. They looked at each other when she commented about how awkward it would be to try to plant things in one of the fitted dresses. This was a very unique circumstance, and assuming she survived her time with the Syor, they may have to make custom outfits that were some combination of the fancy the Syor wanted and the practical the girl was more used to. She was disappointed in a lack of pockets to hold garden tools and seeds with the next outfit, but Barrett  clearly adored how she looked, and to the human tailors, keeping the man-eating monster happy was more important. 

They start talking to each other a bit about how the Syor seems to treat Hope more like a fancy doll to dress up rather than a person with her own wants... but that was a far cry better than how most Syor just treat humans as food. After a couple hours of going through outfits, they seemed to find one that Hope seemed to dislike the least. At least she could move around in it fairly well, and if her belt with pouches was adjusted slightly, she could still carry her seeds and plant samples with it. Barrett wasn’t quite as satisfied with it as others, but perked up immediately when he heard Hope speak her first compliment about an outfit. He was super excited, grinning broadly as he exclaimed, “I knew we’d find something fabulous for you! I’ll have them pack it up and we can go to the bathhouse next! I’ll just take you in with me so you can get washed up nicely. We’ll get a private one so nobody eyes you.” He definitely had some understanding that she hadn’t been enjoying the outing like he planned, but her accepting even a single outfit was enough that Barrett felt at least slightly successful.

As the humans bagged up the outfit for Hope and Barrett paid the Syorian, he spoke to her, holding her in one hand, “I don’t know why you didn’t cheer up with this; I always love finding the newest, fanciest outfits. But at least we found one you enjoy... The pouch belt you wear kind of clashes with it a bit, but you really seem to want to wear it so maybe now that the tailors have met you, they’ll be able to design some custom outfits that it won’t clash with. I’m sure you’ll have better times shopping in the future. You just aren’t used to how big it is here yet!” Hope was quiet, not wanting to argue or correct his assumptions. At least the tailors seemed to recognize she was a farmer and gardener, not the sort of person to wear such things, but they also seemed to be scared enough of Barrett to lean more towards what he wants to do.

Barrett approached the giants’ bathhouse, paying for a private wash room and entering. After going in he closed the door and paused, thinking. “Wait... It’s wrong for people to see each other naked most of the time, and... hmm...” He seemed deep in thought, then perked up, “I can put you in my mouth while I wash, and I can turn my back while you wash!” Before Hope could protest, she found herself on his tongue, and his mouth snapped shut. She shuttered and curled up in a ball, “No no no.... don’t eat me....” He tried to speak around her, struggled to make his words clear, then plucked her out again, “Not gonna eat ya. This is just so I can wash up without you scampering off. Okay? I don’t want to lose track of you because then I can’t protect you. I wouldn’t have bought you that pretty outfit if I was just going to eat you..”

  Hope soon realized she couldn’t talk him out of this, “So... I get to get washed up too?” He nodded with a grin, and popped her back in his mouth before she could ask anything else, stripping down and enjoying the hot water. Once he was fully clean, he focused on the flavor in his mouth. Humans have such a delightful flavor... But he promised he wouldn’t eat her, and he supposed that extended to swallowing her with the temporary protection. Not to mention there was limited time in the private washroom, and he didn't feel like paying for additional time. His tongue trailed over her and he purred, savoring her taste, starting to move her around so her flavor would cover his tongue. No nipping, he didn’t want to accidentally break skin or, gods forbid, bones like he did with humans that were food, but she was just so tasty. Remembering he was supposed to be giving her a happier day, he froze. Tasting her wasn’t going to make her happy. He frowned, and focused on letting her have a turn. He turned the water down, dried and redressed. He pulled Hope from his mouth and set her on the soap shelf where the water still dribbled down while barely on. He turned his back, knowing it was too high for her to get down or go anywhere. “Wash up. I made sure the water is still warm, even if there is much less of it.”

He listened as she used the water to clean up, waiting... She took an awfully long time... He was beginning to think he needed to check on her when she spoke up that she was done and dressed. He turned back, smiling at the sight of her in the new outfit he bought. He scooped her up with a grin, “You look good all cleaned up in that dress. Let’s go back to where we camp. You still have food from that cart, right? I’ll go hunting while you rest there.” He looked closer and frowned. She had bruises... was that from his tasting her? Not good. Apparently he was too rough. He sighed, “I didn’t mean to bruise you. But at least it’s minor. Let’s head back.” He then left the bathhouse and headed down the road.

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Defying Certain Death Part 12

Copied from my DeviantArt account, a non-sexual G/T vore story featuring adults along the lines of the lion and the thorn fable. There will be tons of hurt/comfort aspects, lots of safe vore. That is the primary focus in this.

Barrett is and adult giant standing 85ft tall and Hope is an adult human at 5ft 6. Barrett does not eat children at any point.

Warnings: Fatal Mention; Characters in Distress

While this part is relatively tame, previous and future parts include fatal vore and violence. Barrett, the giant, is not a good guy, so will be doing some occasional bad things.

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He could smell Hope before he could see her. It was strange; normally the smell of a human instantly piqued his appetite. But apparently the weeks with Hope had changed his association with her scent. Yes, it still smelled appetizing... but more so he was actually looking forward to seeing her and showing her the supplies he got for her. Strange. He never thought he could think like that about a human... 

Barrett saw Hope turn to look towards him as he walked past the tall trees. He could smell a hint of fear and see she was tense... but despite that she obviously still feared it, he had no desire to eat her, at least not in a way that would harm her. That thought gave him a bit of pause. A bit of loyalty because she saved his life made sense, but it was... strange... that any desire to eat her like he had the two men from earlier was gone. When he decided he needed to repay her somehow, long before she had even succeeded in freeing him. He had assumed it would be a constant struggle with temptation. But instead more than anything he was looking forward to hearing her voice again. 

Was this how the syorians did it? Was it just the long-term exposure that lead the other giant kind to manage so easily around humans? He had wondered before, like many of his kind likely did, how the so-called ‘friendly’ giants dealt with the constant temptation to eat such tasty morsels. Yet the temptation seemed to be mostly gone with Hope. He closed his eyes and took a breath, clearing his thoughts. No point lingering on such things. There were other things to focus on.

He sat down slowly near Hope, setting down the cart he brought near her, then pulling the dead horse from his pocket and setting it down a short distance away. He looked at Hope, who was barely dressed because most her clothes were lain out to dry, only in her undergarments. So much exposed skin to taste should make it even more tempting to eat her... but instead he just smiled, “I got you some supplies, Hope, and a meal for me later. Although you are welcome to have some of the meat if you want.” 

Hope shook her head, hesitating before approaching the cart and going through the back, immediately pulling out a dress to put on. Deciding to take a chance on easing her concerns a little, he decided to go with a white lie, “The lady driving the second cart was all too eager to give up some supplies in exchange for me removing the log in the road... She and her remaining horse seemed a bit spooked as they left, but I figured having her sort it for you was worth letting her leave. Besides, horse is more filling.” A little lie by omission... Implying he hadn’t killed humans for food by speaking of the one he let go. 

He watched Hope go through the cart, smiling when she held up some of the other clothing in front of herself to see how it looked. She seemed a bit calmer... Perhaps his lie worked? “Anyway, Hope, since I’m still recovering, I figured we can stay here for a short time. The woods have elk and deer, there’s water... And it gives you time to decide what you want to do. I can help take you to find whatever rare plants you seek, take you to my home and offer you some of my treasure as repayment for all you’ve done... Help you safely travel anywhere you wish to go... I can even show you through giant lands safely if you wished.”

Hope sighed, “I don’t know... I’ve always made my living growing rare plants because I have a natural talent for it. My location was because it had the ideal conditions to simplify growing... but it wouldn’t be hard for me to settle elsewhere because it would just take a bit of additional magic to adapt. I do like gardening a great deal... but making a living that way isn’t easy. It’s hard to protect large areas of land, and when people want plants for spell components and potions, it’s not unheard of for them to choose to steal instead of purchase. I should have made a small fortune with that business, but there was so much theft sometimes I barely broke even. I truly love it, but it’s not without downsides. As I’ve traveled to re-obtain samples of the plants, I’ve been thinking about it a lot... But I can’t seem to reach a decision.”

Barrett may not be able to relate to her experience or offer advice, but he was extremely glad she was opening up to him. Before now, he had done most of the talking. She discussed that she farmed rare plants for money, but hadn’t gone into much detail. He was again a bit confused by how he was feeling around this human, that something so small was making him happy. Why should he be happy she was opening up to him? All that should matter is repaying her... But instead he was genuinely enjoying spending time with her, more so than many of his giant friends. It was so strange to feel this way towards a human, a being that normally he thought so little of... Maybe Hope was just a particularly unique human. That had to be it.

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[vixen525noms]

Defying Certain Death Part 17

Copied from my DeviantArt account, a non-sexual G/T vore story featuring adults along the lines of the lion and the thorn fable. There will be tons of hurt/comfort aspects, lots of safe vore. That is the primary focus in this.

Barrett is an adult giant standing 85ft tall and Hope is an adult human at 5ft 6. Barrett does not eat children at any point.

Editor: @vore-scientist

Warnings: Unwilling Prey; Fatal Vore; Characters in Distress

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Barrett was pleased Hope seemed to accept living with him now. He no longer worried so much about checking on her when hunting. He could leave her all day or even overnight and she would remain put. But even with that extra leeway with hunting, today’s hunt was going poorly. That deer he caught early on had been a scrawny thing. Sure it would hold him over if needed, but still was very little food for a day. He decided to head back to the campsite for now and try again later.

As he neared the campsite he paused, listening and flicking up his special eye organ that let him detect energy. He heard people talking... and now looking saw five extra human sized energies at his camp... one was on the ground. If those extra people hurt Hope, he would be far from kind in his punishment of them. He crept forward slowly as he listened to the conversation. They were discussing the goods they got from the carts... sounded more like thieves than anything. Well at least that meant they probably wouldn’t injure Hope.

He stepped out into the open of his campsite, baring his fangs for all to see. He heard the humans scream and start to scatter as they realized he was a Syor, not a Syorian or hybrid. They no doubt never expected a Syor to have any human belongings like this. Those Syor who kept humans only kept them to assist in luring other humans to their death. Nothing like this. He snatched up the closest human, glancing around to where he saw someone on the ground before. It only took a moment to figure out Hope had hidden under the cart when the people raided the campsite. They probably hadn’t even noticed her. Clever girl.

He easily pursued the fleeing humans, grabbing another and putting two together in one hand. While he was grateful to have such a feast, they really weren’t giving him much of a chase and it was actually a bit... disappointing. He glanced over where one was trying to hide behind a tree and almost chuckled. The idiot, not realizing his kind could use the extra eyelid organ. He easily reached around the tree and snagged a claw in the man’s clothing before he could flee. That was three.

He looked around and saw the last two were more or less fleeing the same way. Honestly not a challenge at all. They would have had way better chances of escaping if they had gone opposite directions. Still not great chances, but four was enough he might have just let one get away if he decided chasing all five down was too much effort. Such pathetic little morsels. Just went to demonstrate how special and unique his Hope was.

He closed his hand around the humans he had caught to help stop them from screaming as much and followed after the two fleeing. He hardly had to try, the humans were making it so easy for him. May as well have a bit of fun scaring them. It took actual effort to make his footsteps louder; it was near instinct to use his magic to make them silent. Stomp, stomp, stomp. He could see the extra impact was making them stumble a bit as they panicked to escape him. He gave a faint chuckle. Too easy. He lunged and grabbed one, letting the second one think she had managed to dodge his grasp. She hadn’t. He had allowed it for his amusement.

He slowed briefly, watching the woman desperately scramble away. These humans were not at all prepared for a Syor. Weak. If it hadn’t been him, surely another of his kind would have caught them. He moved after the woman, watching as she stumbled from exhaustion now rather than his deliberate disturbance of the ground. And he scooped her up as well and turned to head back.

Then he paused just outside the campsite.

Hope didn’t react well when he ate her father, and that was someone who had hurt her a lot. These were thieves. She would be distressed watching him eat them. He sighed. He was getting a little soft, wasn’t he? Not wanting to make her upset... It was weird. But it wasn’t really any extra effort to eat them now instead of taking them into camp. He looked at the five humans in his hands. A pretty good meal. He put the first of them in his mouth, one of the ones he caught early on. They hadn’t had a chance to run much, so wouldn’t be too tired to put up a good fuss. He savored the flavor as the frightened human kicked and struggled and tried to force his mouth open. It was a pointless endeavor of course, but he found it entertaining. A quick swallow, and the first one was gone.

He looked now at the remaining four. “Well, well, well, my tasty little treats. You will make quite a meal for me. But perhaps I can be a bit more merciful. I don’t need five living, struggling morsels. I certainly will enjoy that much, but I can perhaps offer a quick death or even a release if one of you can be... adequately convincing.” Immediately all four were talking rapidly and he roared to startle them silent, “I will decide who speaks when...” He thinks and points at one man, “You first.”

The man was tense at being put on the spot, but knew he could not waste the monstrous Syor’s time or he would lose any chance. He immediately pointed at one of the others, “Him! He’s a much better one to eat than me! I was mostly taking food but he was taking anything that looked valuable to sell later! And besides, he’s the fattest of us, so would be the most sustaining meal! We all made a mistake in stealing, but some are worse than others and I can tell you exactly why I’m not the worst!” Barrett considered the man’s words, and then tossed the man he pointed out into his mouth and swallowed. For a brief moment the traitorous man felt relief, but that relief quickly vanished as he found himself dangling over a gaping maw, “Wait! Wait!” But he was dropped into Barrett’s mouth. He was knocked around harshly as Barrett tasted him, but he could not succeed in fighting back as the giant swallowed him just like the man he betrayed.

Barrett looked at the remaining two, a man and a woman. “Treachery only means you cannot be trusted. So, Woman, you go next. Why should I spare you?” He cocked his head as she stuttered a moment, then asked if he had a shrinking charm, as if he was at human size she could... Barrett was immediately revolted at what she was offering. He couldn’t believe she would think he would accept a human prostitute. What a disgusting idea! She was even going into detail of her knowledge! It was so wrong! As if he would ever consider mating with a human! No syor would! Not in any lifetime! What a despicable idea! How could any being see something they would normally eat as something for that! 

She didn’t get to finish her offer as he tossed her into his mouth and swallowed.

Now he looked at the last man, placing him on his open palm. The man introduced himself as Oisin, an entertainer who had met up with these people along the road, and chose to travel with them for safety in numbers. And Oisin was very convincing as he said, “I dropped my instrument when I initially fled, but I could play some absolutely beautiful music for such a mighty syor and whoever you have been keeping human goods for. But even without my instrument, I have talents. I know some jokes as well! Like... Two men are camping together when an angry bear wanders into the campsite. The first man quickly starts putting on his shoes. The second says there’s no way he can outrun a bear, even with shoes on. The first man says he doesn’t need to outrun the bear, ‘I just have to outrun you’.” Barrett’s ear flicked as he heard a faint snicker from Hope.

Barrett got a faint smile on his face, pleased. Perhaps this bard could get her to relax, to show a hint of the person he saw when he was trapped. He stepped back into camp, sitting down in front of the tent he had set up. “Hope. You can come out now.” As she starts to crawl out from under the cart, Barrett starts to lower his hand to set Oisin down, “Alright little bard. I heard Hope chuckle once. I have missed when she was more relaxed. So get your instrument. Make her happy. You will survive today if you do a good job.”

Once Oisin was down, Barrett watched the bard retrieve some sort of stringed instrument he didn’t recognize, but as soon as the man started to pluck the strings he smiled. That was talent. It was a very pleasant sound. And Hope was smiling too. The little musician started off with slow, calming music, but soon switched to a quicker beat and encouraged Hope to dance and move. Barrett couldn’t help a little purr at seeing Hope like this. The more relaxed demeanor reminded him a little of when he was trapped. Of when Hope didn’t seem scared all the time. He missed it. He watched the two as he enjoyed the squirms and final struggles within his belly, knowing he had a pretty good meal for the day. He’d need to figure out how to get Hope in a mood like this more often. He didn’t understand why this worked... Maybe he’d have to abduct bards in the future to entertain her or something.

It was a pretty relaxing situation for a while, but when the music was slowing, something put Barrett on edge and changed his calm mood in an instant. As the bard was guiding her to sit after the dancing, he leaned in and Barrett saw Oisin’s lips touch Hope’s cheek. Barrett instantly growled. Hope was HIS. He would not let some uppity bard steal her away! The growl had at least caused both Hope and Oisin to freeze for a moment. Barrett bared his teeth. “You have done your job, bard. Now leave quickly before I change my mind.” Without a response the bard ran. Barrett flicked up the black, eyelid-like organ to watch his energy signature continue away. Only once Barrett was sure the bard wasn’t going to return did he calm down. Saying nothing else, he scooped up Hope and went into his tent to lay down with her on his chest. A good meal, Hope seeming much better, and some rest. Not a bad day at all.

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[vixen525noms]

Defying Certain Death Part 3

Copied from my DeviantArt account, a non-sexual G/T vore story featuring adults along the lines of the lion and the thorn fable. There will be tons of hurt/comfort aspects, lots of safe vore. That is the primary focus in this.

Barrett is and adult giant standing 85ft tall and Hope is an adult human at 5ft 6. Barrett does not eat children at any point.

Warnings: Fatal Mention; Characters in Distress

Future: While this part is relatively tame, future parts include fatal vore and violence. Barrett, the giant, is not a good guy, so will be doing some occasional bad things.

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The little morsel now in his hand could certainly help hold off hunger until he could wash up and hunt. Not only that, but he knew from experience, from the multiple slip ups that occurred, that she tasted wonderful. Her scent reminded him of that fact, reminded him of just how good she tasted, how quick he had been to purr those times he got brief samples of her taste. He really did want to know her taste better, wanted to know what she tasted like without the mix of the various meals she provided him. 

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He looked up as the woman approached, having started to use some form of cart to bring the things she hunted. He believed the rocks she helped move daily might be loose enough for him to move his arm a little, but he was so weak... He saved his energy for helping move rocks. Once she had given him the food, she got ropes and started attaching them to rocks, bringing them around to his hand so he could use his greater strength to pull them. Every day they got more rocks loose, and every day she brought him as much food as she could. 

Any other human would have left him to die... Would have let him starve to death, and with good reason. Syor, including himself, were known for eating humans. And not just the harmless way the Syorians did. He hadn’t ever actually outright told the girl he had killed humans as prey, but she had said she was aware of what he was, and of their hunting habits. Yet still she helped him, still she came daily to help save him.

A slight pull at the rope and more rocks tumbled loose. He moved a little, but was still unable to do much. So he watched her carefully wrap the ropes around other rocks, positioning it so that he could once more use his hand to move the heavy rocks. She took breaks every so often, the work taking a toll on her. Recently he had realized she was starting to lose weight. At first he thought he was just seeing things, that the lack of food was messing with his mind... but it was more obvious now. She was focusing so much on getting enough food for his large form that she wasn’t spending enough time tending to herself.

He was grateful for her efforts, grateful he had a chance at surviving. And it wasn’t just hunger and freedom she helped with. Even when she was too tired to continue working at the rocks, even when she wasn’t able to hunt for him, she stayed there, talked and listened to him. She kept him company, and reassured him she wouldn’t give up until he was free. She wouldn’t let him starve, wouldn’t let him die out here.

He soon found he enjoyed her company, and opened up to her more quickly than he had any prior friends. He shared with her about his family, his home, and his life. He told her about various things he’d seen and done, told her about the friends he had and the places he’d been. She even made it clear she was genuinely listening, asking questions on various things, keeping the conversation going. 

Even when he eventually went into talking about the ‘game’ he joined other giants in, she didn’t complain or ask him to stop; she didn’t seem to let it disturb her. She actually just listened as he told her about how a few Syor had found a way to summon humans from other worlds, releasing them into an abandoned city without a clue to what was going on, and that this activity was a regular event, a sort of hunting game they enjoyed. 

He was surprised she had been willing to listen to him talk about such a thing, but she had listened just as well as anything else he spoke about. And just as with all prior topics she made it obvious she listened by asking questions about it. She didn’t engage the topic as much as she had others, but she still had been willing to keep him company despite having him confirm that he did hunt humans and terrans the same way other Syors did. And more importantly, she had still been willing to help him survive.

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[vore-scientist]

The Interview [part 2 of 3]

[Safe/Soft non-sexual GT vore in a fantasy world]

A Tale of Terra-Syor

The vore is unwilling but both pred and prey are very aware it's safe. It's comedic unwilling, not distressing unwilling.

Characters are all adults

Part 1 HERE Summary: Isadore Cook is on his way to the Giant's Royal Palace for an interview as a human chef! Along the way he meets many giants, and some humans too. And then he meets the giant who is to be his new boss, who is not what he expected. In fact, this giant is the last person he ever expected to meet. Come along on this fun little adventure exploring giant culture, and some there's some fun noms of course!

Warnings: the vore is very soft and very very safe! but fat.al is discussed, it's rather important in fact. worldbuilding and character backstory wise. Also lots of swearing.

Final Notes: This story takes place in the epic fantasy world of Terra-Syor which belongs to @vixen525 and contains spoilers for her story Special Gift which she posts on deviantart (links will be in a reblog). Reading Special Gift is not necessary to understand or enjoy this story but is recommended because Special Gift is a good story!

Special thanks to my co-author @vixen525 and proofreader @j0hnnymouse!

Part 2 Word Count: 2,300. (Total for all three parts is 10,000)

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This was the absolute WORST day of his life.

That face. It couldn’t be. The face he was looking at. It was she. She who ate his parents! Those were the same smiling jaws that his parents disappeared into nearly two decades ago. How dare she smile wider as he explained.

This was the best day ever. No… wait. The best day ever was when she got to go on a ravenous rampage across an island infested with pirate humans, at the request of other humans! However, this was the best interview for sure.

“Should I stay?” Mebh asked. Though she did not want to, she would to protect this human and to prevent her still rather-vicious friend from doing the normal syor thing and… Mebh did not like thinking about that! Most Syorian didn't. Made them sick to their stomachs, and she had kitchen duties!

Thankfully, Birgit shooed her. “No, dear. I have this handled” and Mebh was confident that Birgit did.

She tucked a few loose curls back into her hair tie and returned to her duties. The human shot her a brief look of betrayal before his eyes locked on Birgit again. She left Brian behind, though the little chef had since quietly stepped to the side, practically removing himself from the encounter.

“WELL?!” Dori yelled as if Birgit couldn't hear a human at normal volume.

The monster continued to smile. “Well… what?”

“Aren’t you going to finish the job!?”

The slight chuckle rolled out from the giant “Finish the… Oh, you would like that. Wouldn’t you, little morsel? Sacrifice your life so that there is one less Syor in the world?”

In the moment, Dori wouldn't have minded that in the slightest. As long as she died, he didnt care what happened to him.

“You are not worth losing my station and my life!”

It was with great amusement that Birgit watched the human falter, briefly, to understand that the Syor before him was not taking the expected action, was not taking his life. Although, it was clear from her gaze that she wanted to.

“Do you even remember them?” Dori choked out. “My parents?”

“HA!” The noise was a sharp horrible crack in his ears. “Remember- why, you are a hilarious little thing! I've eaten a lot of humans in my time.”

She looked way too damn proud about that statement

“And there were rarely any standouts. So it would be…” she paused dramatically on purpose. “Unreasonable for me to remember your pathetic parents. No doubt they were very tasty, of course, but you all are.”

Dori was trying not to gag as he continued to process his entire situation. It did not help that she continued to talk, and he couldn't help but listen.

Birgit rested her chin on folded hands, flexing her claws to either side of her chin. “But this is not about them. It isn’t even about me! This is about you.”

“THEN I’M-” Dori started to yell.

FUCK. He had worked so hard to get here. Poured all his passion, all of his drive, into preserving his parents' memory through their culinary traditions, and honor them in their deaths. To think it all led to this. To their killer. No. No way. If she weren’t so real and so large in front of him, he might think this was Dayna’s doing. But the trickster goddess probably had better things to do.

“Leaving!” he concluded and Birgit looked startled, mildly, “This may be the best kitchen in the country, but some things I just won’t deal with!”

Birgit narrowed her eyes but still did not drop her smile. “Oh, is this little human too much of a coward to work for a reformed Syor?” Then, growling through her teeth, she added “Who runs the best kitchen ON THE GODS DAMN CONTINENT?”

That got him to step back. Yet, he was reticent. “I am no coward! However, there are certain stressors that are not fucking worth being brave to endure!”

She loved that he was retreating. However, that would not do. She flicked a finger, using her magic to pull at the back end of the silver platter, lifting it up. The human stumbled forward and onto the desk, closer to her. “What,” she spat, “Do you think I do, little bite?”

Impressively he regained composure, “Probably eat your staff! But I don't want to have to see your face after today! So even if you left me alone-”

Did he just imply- now she frowned and curled her lip. “Your interview would not be so… prestigious and hard to get… if I was regularly devouring my own staff.”

Dori snorted, a cute noise, though Birgit would never admit it. “Just because you eat them doesn't mean you’re killing them!”

“HA!” The laughter from the giant was like being hit by an ice cold boulder. “The privilege of any giant in the castle who has human staff. I am not special.”

Exactly, Dori thought. “And if you were literally any other giant, even another Syor, I would not mind it. But not. You.”

Birgit sighed so heavily that her breath rustled Dori’s hair. He was annoyed that her breath did not smell of death. She stood up, put her hands behind her back and walked to stand next to her desk, looking at one of her shelves filled with cookbooks and overstuffed recipe binders.

“How hard did you work to get here?” She did not give him time to reply. “When did you decide that working in the kitchen of the castle of giants would be your goal? That it would be the most important thing in your pitiful life? How much time did you spend, how many of your precious years? And you’re going to throw it all away just because it led to me: your parents' killer.” She snorted. “PATHETIC!” She turned her gaze down at him. “Did you know I sample the cooking of everyone who applies for a position as one of my humans? Assuming they have a chance.”

“I heard,” Dori confirmed. “But I don't believe it!”

That halted her speech, which annoyed her. But fine: a detour.

“You don't believe what, exactly?”

“I cannot believe you came to my restaurant!” Dori accused. “Syor cannot leave the giant kingdom!”

“Most,” she hissed, “Cannot. Entering human lands would be far too tempting to their instincts. And I cannot blame them. However, my control is better than most.” She waved a hand. “We have gotten off track. I sample the cooking of all who apply, and they don’t get an interview if I don't love it. You passed both tests. You practically have the job.” She could see it in the human’s face: he had not realized he passed the interview with flying colors. “You are going to throw away all your effort, all your time, just because I happen to be the Syor who ate your parents. It could have been any Syor, as I said before. I am not special, and your parents were not special.” Birgit leaned over the desk slightly. “I am not allowed to finish what I started, even though you’ve been rude to me, and you are not allowed to seek revenge for your parents. There is no reason for us to be enemies, so there is no reason for you to walk away from this!”

“I don't see you as an enemy!” the human insisted, which got a raised eyebrow from Birgit. Most humans considered all Syor their enemy, even without eaten loved ones (but especially with eaten loved ones). “I just don’t want to see your fucking face! And I don't want to be treated like the rest of your staff!”

“Now, I can't make exceptions-” Birgit tried to explain, but he was not finished.

“Because I don't want to end up in the same place my parents did!”

Birgit had a genuine look of shock on her face, and the human looked pleased. However, he could never guess at why she was so shocked.

He had interrupted her.

The audacity of this human.

It was in that moment that Birgit decided she did not merely want this human on her staff. She needed him. The next thought to cross her mind nearly made her throw up.

“If that is your main objection…” She took a breath, barely able to believe what she was about to say. “Then I won't.” His expression turned to shock before she added. “Not at first.” The shock remained, but not an unreasonable amount. And he quickly tried to recover and give her a cool raised eyebrow. In response, she put her hands on the desk, on either side of the human, to loom over him.

“See… You've piqued my interest. Upon seeing my face, you did not run. Many do, and I do not hire those people, and you, more than any of them, had reason to do so.” Dori rolled his eyes at that, a motion so small she barely noticed. “As I said before, I have already sampled your cooking. I truly believe you would be a valuable addition to my…” she takes another deep breath “Team.”

“That’s it?” The human said, speaking up in an attempt to mask the slight terror at her imposing position over him. As confident he was that she would not harm him, it was still scary.

Birgit sighed. “If you didn't think you could work with me, you would have already walked out. And yet you didn't. Oh no. You shouted at me. Foolishly brave little chef… This is the kind of temperament in a human that would do well on my staff.”

“Of course I shouted!” Dori declared. “I’m fucking pissed about what you did and I can’t exactly do much else about it! Running wouldn't have accomplished anything and yelling makes me feel better!”

“Of course??” This time, Birgit’s laughter was a crackle of lightning. “You assume so much of your fellow humans. Most would not do what you are doing now.”

The human crossed his arms. “Well, it’s what makes sense to me.”

The grin on her face widened. “That only makes me want you more.”

“At the moment, I just want to cuss you out more.”

That earned him a snarl, a particularly scary noise, and an expression perfected over several decades of life and a few thousand years of evolution.

“Do not push your luck, tasty little thing. As amusing and as impressed as I am, I have my limits. Yes, I eat my staff, like any other giant in the castle indulges. When I catch them making mistakes, I take them off duty for a time.” She finally stood back up straight, keeping her grin as she tapped at her teeth with a claw. “But I am not…. Unreasonable. I am in control of every action I take! I could...” She waves her hand in a dismissive motion. “I could forgive mistakes. For a time. To let you experience what you would be missing out on if you turned down the job.”

Finally, the human stopped looking at her with acute hatred. Blinking, he transitioned to deep thought. He looked away, at the floor, at the top of the desk, with only glances back at her. By the god of time, he was taking too long.

“If you can imagine, though perhaps you cannot with such a small brain, but I, as the head chef for the king of the giants, do not have all fucking day to spend on a human,” She hissed out, carefully so he understood that he was going to lose his only chance.

There was a bit of a smirk as he finally answered. “This is the best kitchen on the continent… How long of a time would I have?”

Birgit licked her lips in thought. “How long do you think you deserve”

“A couple months!” he stated, much faster than his last answer.

Birgit giggled and returned to looming over him. “A single month. My control is good, but it is not that good.”

The looming did not work as well as before but she didn't care. She enjoyed looking down at humans from this angle.

“Only if I get to say what is on my mind before the interview is over!” Dori stated firmly. If he couldn't take revenge, then he would take what he could get. “And if I stay past that month I get to complain, loudly, if-”

“WHEN,” she corrected, accurately predicting what he was going to say.

He grit his teeth. “When… I end up... punished.”

“Before the interview is over, I am not your boss,” Birgit admitted. “And I appreciate humans with gall. But know if you disrespect me in front of my staff, before or after the month, I will punish accordingly.”

She went back to sit in her desk chair, and put her hands, fingers laced, on the desk. “Do you find these terms… acceptable? My eventual little morsel?”

It irked him how confident she was, and irked him more that the confidence was justified.

“I do. But I still think you’re a bitch.”

That got him a different laugh, a softer laugh, but a more amused laugh “You, the king, my husband. Everyone thinks that.”

Then like lightning, Birgit had the human in her hand, up to her face. Naturally, he struggled in her fist to no avail. “What the fuck!?”

“You made one mistake in our negotiation. “ She grinned her widest.

“And what is that?” He spat in her face.

“Until you sign the contract, we have no deal,” Birgit revealed. “The month hasn't started.” And she tossed him into her mouth.

He cussed up a new storm and flailed wildly. For such a clever human, he should know that this only served to give her a better taste.

“Pity,” She talked around him. She wasn't very good at it but she managed well enough to be understood. “Even now, I do not recognize a familiar flavor.” And with no more ceremony, she tipped her head back to swallow.

“FUCK YOU YOU MURDEROUS BITCH!” he shouted, coining a nickname he would end up using for years to come.

[MUAHAHAHA. END PART 2. PART 3 TO BE POSTED IN A FEW DAYS. THIS SPACE WILL BE UPDATED WITH THE LINK] Thanks for reading. Please reblog/leave feedback! it's much appreciated. <3

#safe vore #soft vore #g/t vore #extreme cuddling #non fatal vore #nonsexual vore

[vore-scientist]

Because I can’t help it. Here’s a sneak peek at the story: (NO VORE IN THIS PART ITS JUST SOME CUTE GT INTERACTION)

Keep in mind this entire sneak peek was expanded from this bulletpoint in the outline:

Here’s a sample and keep in mind these bullet points from the outline were what became this section

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Starting line: this was the best day of his life (and describe kinda why)

Arrival is at the edge of the capitol. It’s so large. But you cannot portal to the castle directly for security reasons.

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Here’s the result:

This was the Best day of His life, and feeling like his guts were going to turn inside out wasn’t going to ruin his excitement. It’s natural to feel sick to one’s stomach when one has such an important meeting. The most important interview with the most prestigious establishment one knows of. However, that was not why Dori’s stomach was doing loop-de-loops.

“First time porting?” Said the woman in uniform. Her badge identified her as Dody, and her pointed ears were perked forward, making sure she was paying keen attention to his physical state.

“Yeah..” Dori managed “i just need a minute, before you pick me up”

The woman, who sat on a chair up against the granite slab that was the city's portal lockpoint coordinates for humans to use. Off to the side of the runes was a plate with a half eaten lunch, a notepad, and a quill. So to her… it was also just a table. A table that she had to sit at and monitor to make sure no one telefragged. And to take care of anyone who got teleport sickness. Speaking of!

She leaned forward to examine the human and offer a hand for him to steady himself on which he gratefully took. Leaning his entire weight into her palm as his knees buckled.

“Maybe… more than a minute” Then remembering the woman was Syorian. “Couldn’t you-”

“Sorry little one” she rubbed her thumb under his chin “Patience is your medicine for time is the only cure for port sickness”

“Well, you hand is helping too.”

She beamed at this acknowledgement, how cute it was when humans thanked them for such minor things. It still felt amazing. How lucky she was to have a job where she got to hold so many different humans! And comfort them. A dream come true even if it meant sitting at a table for hours.

#gt writing #giant/tiny