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nobodywritingao3 · 4 months

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unnamed monster & caretaker au

Tasked with feeding and caring for the king's resident monster, Tommy is constantly overworked and fully expects to die before he's twenty. He has an odd relationship with the beast and makes it a point to keep details about himself private, but it's difficult when the creature is the closest thing in the world he has to a friend.

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CW: - hard vore mention - soft vore mention - mentioned abuse and dehumanization

‼️‼️‼️ Unfinished, unedited one shot. Proceed with caution

@gracideaviolet sent me a writing prompt and this is what i originally wrote for it. i like the concept but i wrote this at a not-good time and when i reread it, i didnt like the quality enough to fix it. if you like this story, let me know cuz that might give me motivation to properly finish this thing. feel free to take the idea but please credit and send it to me cuz i like this story and wanna see what someone else does with it

Tommy finished loading the cart and took a second to breathe.

He heard the beast shifting around in the dark. "Are you doing okay out there, Sunshine?"

Despite his tiredness, the sweet nickname made him smile.

"You know you eat a lot? It's a pain in the ass to load myself."

He meant it as a joke but silence hung in the air a second longer than it should have.

He cleared his throat. "I don't mind it. I'm compensated."

The beast snorted. "Not enough."

Tommy laughed awkwardly and didn't say anything.

He walked over to the control panel and started up the track.

The cart was big enough to fit a barn, and filled to the brim with various livestock, prisoners of war, and whoever else might have found themselves on the king's hit-list. Nothing sent to the monster was alive. It was a point the monster whined about a lot, but Tommy much preferred it that way. It was already disgusting having to spend hours upon hours piling the cart with bloody meat (sometimes human!) by himself, and the day he was handed a living person would be the day he faked his death and fled the kingdom.

He pressed a few buttons, tried not to cut himself on several rusty levers, and the rail obediently started itself up with a few revs and puffs.

The beast hummed contentedly at the noise.

The cart began to run along the track, disappearing from his view and descending into the inky black cave. He heard the gate creak open and he heard it creak close. And then he heard the beast begin to eat.

They weren't nice sounds by any stretch of the imagination - ugly rips and wet squelches of flesh - but Tommy had been at the job for a while and was long used to it. He settled in and waited for the creature to finish its meal.

"So how was your day, Keeper?"

Tommy hummed. "About the same as it always is. My master told me that the king will be coming in soon for a performance review, but I've no idea when that might be."

The beast paused its munching before hesitantly starting again a moment later. "I - why?"

He shrugged, assuming the monster could see him from the dark. "Something about me holding down this job the longest out of anyone before."

"Hm."

"I don't understand why that would intrigue the king. And no offense to you personally - "

"Uh huh," the monster sarcastically interjected -

" - but this isn't exactly the career path I'd have chosen. If I knew how to transfer I probably would have. Honestly - I have no idea how the others could have quit this job. I was under the impression that this is the sort of thing you do until you die."

It laughed at that.

Tommy sighed.

He was quiet for a few moments, a question sitting heavy on his tongue.

He shouldn't ask. It's impolite.

The monster shifted around. "Spit it out."

He gave the darkness an accusatory look. "I don't know what you're talking about."

There was a huff of laughter. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. You're doing that thing where you want to say something but are worried about what I'll think. It would be adorable if I wasn't desperate for decent conversation."

"Fuck you." He said it with a smile.

"Well? Are you going to say or not?"

He scrubbed at his face. Fuck it. "What were your other keepers like?"

The beast went silent for several long moments.

Shit. "You don't have to answer if you - "

"I didn't much care for them."

Tommy didn't say a word.

"The feeling was mutual." It sighed heavily. "You're a much better replacement, Sunshine."

"I'm sorry for asking."

The beast purred. "Don't be, dear. I pressed you. And I don't mind answering." It jostled the cart. "And I'm done eating."

Tommy nodded and powered up the control panel again. The cart began to recede.

It appeared from the darkness, picked completely clean and shiny as if it never been covered in blood at all.

It scared him a little, how quickly the monster could eat such a large amount, but he dismissed those thoughts as easily as they came. When would that ever affect him?

He checked the clock. He still had a few hours before he had to report back. "Do you mind if I stay with you longer?"

The monster laughed conspiratorially. "Oh, but that's against the rules," it said in a high mockery of his voice.

He flushed.

He had been terrified of the monster when they first met. He gave any excuse to leave the beast as soon as he could, including that the rules specified that spending unnecessary time with it was prohibited. That was true, but no one would have known if he chose to linger. In hindsight, it had been terribly obvious how afraid he was and he's only embarrassed that the monster pretended to believe him.

"You're the worst."

"And you still want to spend time with me?"

Tommy blew a raspberry at the darkness, earning a few laughs.

It was comfortably quiet for a few seconds before the monster spoke again. "Why are you curious about my old keepers?"

He tugged at his fingers. "Do you know how I ended up here?"

"You never talk about it."

He frowned. "And I never will," he responded coldly. It never gave up asking. "But do you know, generally, how someone ends up working this kind of job?"

The monster was quiet. "Yes."

Tommy didn't say anything for a minute. "The king is very angry with me. I don't want to see him again. However the other keepers escaped..." He shook his head. "I don't know. I don't know what I'm saying. If the king requests an audience with me, it isn't for any good reason."

When the king acquired his monster, he hired out help to feed the thing and keep it under control. He made sure the beast ate lavishly, but now matter what they fed it, it never seemed like to satiate the creature. But it hadn't died of starvation and that was good enough. When its caretakers started to disappear, it wasn't difficult to guess what happened.

But acknowledging the problem would mean addressing it too, and the king simply didn't care. In the end, he realized he had the perfect way to quietly do away with those he needed gone. He sourced this job, with its one hundred percent rate of 'job abandonment' to political adversaries or people growing affluent enough to take his throne.

Which takes him to the present day, and a rather interesting problem.

When some servant boy had spilled a bottle of red wine down his front during a gala several years prior, the king had been so angry that he threw the child in a dungeon and left him there. When the monster's then-keeper inevitably disappeared, the king came to the boy and grimly informed him of his punishment.

He hadn't expected the child to last more than a couple of days. He'd even picked out his replacements.

But lo and behold, the boy remained present at his job post for a week. And then that week became several, and those several became months, and those months became a year and a half.

The king couldn't understand why it hadn't eaten him yet. He was fifteen at this point, certainly the youngest to feed the monster. Was it waiting for him to grow up? Did it want to watch him sprout up before it made its attack? It was perfectly sentient, and the king knew this even though he denied it upfront. Shouldn't the monster trust that the sooner it finished its current keeper, the sooner he would be replaced by another?

Had there been someone who had managed to bring this creature to subservience? If so, then the king took special interest.

And if not, then it was long overdue that the servant boy be put to death.

Being a human's lapdog wasn't a dignified experience, but it was a fed one. Driders were megafauna, making it hard to get enough food. It certainly didn't help that the human kingdom believed everything was its rightful property and saw driders as a threat to them owning more than they could eat.

Wilbur certainly didn't enjoy his life, and he was almost always hungry anyway, but at least he was alive.

He lived in a dungeon below the castle, but he wasn't sure what a castle was and he barely understood the concept of a dungeon. He hadn't seen the sunshine in years, and his keeper was his only company.

He liked his keeper. The boy was kind. He didn't threaten to pee in Wilbur's food or throw rocks at him. He asked him how his day was, and even made it a point to handle the meat carefully as he transported it into the cart. He seemed lonely, and made up excuses to stay. He was a cute little thing, and Wilbur wanted to stick him into his brooding pouch and keep him there.

The cart rolled into Wilbur's enclosure, and he greedily snatched it up and began to eat.

His keeper sat at a table in the light.

Wilbur finished his food in a few seconds and toyed with the cart. He always made it seem as if it took him longer to eat than it did.

"Do you have a family?"

The boy froze at the question. "Why do you ask?"

Wilbur pouted even though he knew he couldn't be seen. "We've known each for so long. I don't even know what your name is. Can't I know just a little?"

His keeper awkwardly laughed, fidgeting with his fingers. "Oh... I guess you're right."

Wilbur's heart leapt.

"I don't have a family."

"Oh." Shit.

"Yeah."

What was he supposed to say?

"I don't have a family either."

His keeper peered into the darkness. "What are you?"

Wilbur smiled. He skittered to the bars of his cage and leaned against them, towering over the boy, though he had no idea. "Would you like to play twenty questions?"

"You're so lame, seriously, what are you? I don't even know what you look like."

I could show you, he wanted to say.

Coming out of his cage was easy. The king assumed it could hold him but no one actually checked. And aside from his keeper, no one had been in his dungeon for years. In reality, the bars had long been bent open and Wilbur could get out whenever he pleased.

It wouldn't be difficult to come through the bars and present himself to his keeper. Pick the little figure up in his hands and take him into his cage with him.

When he'd eaten his previous keepers, they'd always been replaced. If he captured his current keeper and stored him away in his brooding pouch, then he'd never be lonely again.

It was tempting.

"That's probably for the best," he said. He stepped away from the bars of his cage and curled up on the floor.

He liked his keeper. He wanted him to be happy. Just because Wilbur was stuck in a cage didn't mean he had to be as well.

"Do you think I'd be scared of you?"

Wilbur looked down at himself, at his large stature and eight legs. His fangs came down to his mid chin. "I think you'd be terrified, dear."

His keeper smiled. "I don't think so. I have a suspicion that you're just harmless."

His heart melted. Oh stars, he wanted to eat this kid.

He massaged his aching brood pouch. "You're sweet, Sunshine."

The cart was left in his cage while he was sleeping. He woke up confused, spying it in the corner of his enclosure and wondered why he'd been fed overnight. Where was his keeper? His mind jumped to the worst conclusions.

He found him inside the cart. Bound and gagged and looking terrified beyond all reason.

"Oh, Sunshine," he murmured.

His words had the opposite intended effect, his keeper starting to panic and writhe at the sound of his voice.

"Hey, hey... Calm down, okay? I'll get you out of there." He reached into the cart and picked him up in his hand.

Despite the circumstance, his heart soared. This was the closest they'd ever been.

The figure was tiny in his palm, and still struggling.

Wilbur quickly undid his bounds, being mindful of his sharp claws against the human's body. As soon as his hands were free, he was clawing at the gag around his mouth.

"Don't eat me! Please, do not eat me..."

Wilbur's stomach dropped.

"What? Sunshine, why would I eat you?"

The boy continued to sob.

Wilbur cupped him to his chest and headed towards the bars of his enclosure. He expertly clambered through and came out the other side, his skin exposed to the light for the first time in more than a year.

"Dear? Can you talk to me?" He stroked his head with his thumb and brought him eye level. "Why were you in my feeding cart?"

His keeper stared at him in shock, and it was then that he remembered his keeper had never truly seen him before.

A hot wave of embarassment and self consciousness overtook him.

He awkwardly set his little human on his table and receded back into his enclosure.

"Sunshine?" He prompted once back in his cage. "Are you..."

"Could - could you get out the whole time?"

Wilbur's mouth went dry. "I - well, yes, I could but - "

His keeper stumbled off the table and hit the ground with a nasty sounding crack.

Wilbur sprang to his claws and scrambled forward. He popped his head out between the bars and stared down at his little keeper. "Are you okay?"

The human stared up at him with terror on his face and scrambled backwards, running for the door.

"Shit, shit, wait, I'm sorry! Please stay, please, Sunshine - "

The door slammed behind him with a resounding crack and Wilbur flinched backwards.

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i used to love drider aus back in 2020 🕷️🕷️🕷️

just a freaky little guy whose half dude and half Fear. potential off the charts.

my tag list got lost when my computer was annihilated (</3) but let me know in replies if you want to get @'d and i'll make a new one

oh yeah link to the writing prompt and story i did fill out

#nobody answers #nobody writes #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #giant!wilbur #tiny!tommy #drider!wilbur #human!tommy #vore mention #writing prompt #unfinished writing #gracideaviolet

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stomach-rental · 10 months

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Will and Louis try out a new flavor of gel to make eating tests less painful, after the trauma related to the last one. They didn't really expect this one to be THIS successful, but...well. at least they're learning things about themselves?

ALMOST FORGOT! William James Rowe and Louis Patriarch belong to @peachnewt and her series, Getting in Deep.

#drawns #gid #getting in deep #louis patriarch #william james rowe #safe vore #soft vore #g/t vore #vore mention #you can tell I thought I would be able to clean this one up REAL nice after the first one. five hours later that Was Not The Case lol #also I am on to my FINAL commission as of right now. took a break to work on this because I needed to make something #and this just happened to be what my brain Grabbed #the main reason I think will should be able to lick him is because the spit will help with swallowing more than the gel #and also because I think Louis needs to be Cleaned like a grumpy kitten #wash Him.

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blebsandgears · 5 months

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Trope that I don’t see talked about

Arrogant Pred bragging about how they won’t get full by prey only to feel overstuffed once they get prey down and have to stay curled up on the couch/bed/seat/etc.

Prey teasing Pred while rubbing inside the preds gut to ease the pressure and comfort the pred

#safe vore #extreme cuddling #soft vore #sfw vore #vore blog #v0re #comfort vore #pred oc #vore talk #vore thoughts #vore mention #vore stuff #vore tw #tw vore #vore tropes

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fiftyshadesofmetal · 4 days

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Sunstreaker Chubformers/Valvplug post- don't like, don't look!

Inspired by the lovely @mr-miss-anonymous's chubformer drabble about sunstreaker here, keep up the awesome work!

Teaser here, full art and lineart/sketch under cut ^^

Will hopefully post my own little drabble with vore/weight gain for this piece sometime ^^

#feede belly #weight gain #fat belly #chubby #valveplug #transformers #sunstreaker #vore mention #my art #chubformers

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prokopetz · 11 months

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A fun thing about Tumblr usernames is that a lot of people get so accustomed to people's names being weird just for the sake of being weird that they'll click into a blog whose title is a vore joke and be honestly shocked to encounter vore-related content.

#tumblr #blogging #social media #nameology #vore mention #vore and vore accessories

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yummyyummie · 6 months

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Doodled this back when my fiancé had an epiphany over stuff i was drawing and joking about the time

Approx a week later from this doodle was "future me" in this case, cause in the background things had been cooking without me thinking about it, the switch just needed to be flipped really

#vore mention #v0re #doodles #based on a conversation we had distilled into ms paint comic form #mostly cause i found it amusing back then #still do now but for different reasons #funny how things end up developing sometimes

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im4gniation-l4nder · 8 months

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some1 told me 2 post this!!!

plz take it!!! this will affect the events of season 28!!!

thx

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call-me-reynolds · 11 months

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Or else;

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fubardish · 9 months

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Silly little comic I did with borrower kubes aka my borrower sona. I imagine that MobFlams can easily summon his shadows even in his tum and that can make up for some weird scenario's

I wish I know how to continue this, maybe one day :>

#my art #vore mention #vore art #G/t vore #soft vore #safe vore #sfw vore #nonsexual vore #v0re #stomach shot #GT vore #giant/tiny vore #extreme cuddling

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verefex · 10 months

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Caged Giant

AU story of Sky and Lark meeting (in a cell. Cause he's captured.)

Mild nudity and violence.

The first mistake the celestial giants made was allowing themselves to exist as a corporeal form of flesh.

The second mistake was to assume that humanity would not take advantage of this.

Though massive, colossal in size and power, the titans were still what they were; giant humans. Often taking the form of muscular, masculine humans, the titans were immediately perceived as threats to the much smaller humans of their new world as soon as they appeared.

It didn’t take long after the first titans appeared before the humans waged a war on them. Countless battles of humanity’s finest weapons versus the towering titanic beings, who retaliated with just as much force, shaped the world to how it is today; a kill or capture on-sight order on all titans.

That is not to say that titans themselves did not respond to such threats. While humans, singularly, are smaller than one of their digits, their strength came in numbers. The titans learned very quickly not to underestimate the humans, lest they found themselves being felled or captured by the human’s various contraptions.

The Black Boxes proved to be the most formidable tool against the titans. Forged from an alloy of tungsten and titan blood, these cube-like devices operated via remote control like a drone. Varying in size and sometimes shape, the Black Box was humanity’s greatest achievement, and the titan’s bane.

Though the Boxes may seem like a trivial thing in regards to beating back a towering giant, their unassuming appearance belied a horrifying ability.

The ability to move in any space without regards of obstructions.

Completely indestructible, even from a titan’s perspective, a Black Box could feasibly burrow itself into flesh, bone, rock and stone without any resistance. The Box itself can hover, translate, and rotate on any axis, through any material, in any space. A single Box, though only the size of a small refrigerator, could subdue a 200ft tall titan simply by hovering and pressuring their body, forcing them to the ground. Similarly, Black Chains, made of the same alloy, would be looped around limbs and secured, an inescapable bond.

A titan bound in these chains had no choice but to submit themselves to the will of the Box. And those who controlled the Black Box, controlled the war against titans, and titans themselves.

In a remote location in the northern mountains, a singular titan was being dragged relentlessly across the landscape. His feet, clothed in thick, winter boots, were restrained by loops of Black Chains. His arms flailed wildly as his colossal frame dug trenches in the half-frozen ground, gripping into trees, rocks, and hills with no avail. The Black Box operators drove in a convoy behind him, just out of reach, while the Box itself hovered along, pulling its chains taut around its colossal captive.

The titan was named Sky, and he was taken captive for one reason; to extract his precious and valuable blood. It didn’t matter if he was alive or dead, but keeping him alive was the human’s prerogative, in order to use him as a giant blood bag. The titan’s blood, inky blue in color, would be later refined and reduced into a usable form to be smelted into the indestructible tungsten alloy.

Sky’s clothing, an outfit equipped for the harsh cold, was ripping to shreds as he was dragged over rock and gravel. Soon there would be nothing left to shield his back and stomach from the relentless capture. He cursed himself for falling for the human’s trap; using Black Chains to trip and snare Sky as he walked, blissfully unaware of the danger.

Luckily for the titan, the convoy was approaching their destination. A remote facility in the mountains, where he would be sealed inside their enormous cell, never to see the light of day again. By this time, another loop of chains would appear, controlled with extreme precision to loop around Sky’s wrists. Though weighing easily more than 2 million pounds, the titan was effortlessly lifted by his arms and legs by two black cubes no bigger than his thumbnail.

It must have been quite a spectacle, a giant man lifted high into the air by nearly imperceptible forces, hoisted above the concrete facility and lowered into a cell through two hatch doors. Humanity’s greatest tool at work.

The cell where Sky was lowered into was not crafted for comfort. Three of the four walls were solid concrete, several dozen feet thick and reinforced with steel rebar. The fourth wall was mostly concrete, with a large observational window at the top, spanned by metal walkways. While the glass was certainly thick, it was still breakable by a giant’s fist; if not for the electrified force field surrounding the inside. Any attack against the force field while active would result in an explosive backwards force, propelling any incoming object in the opposite direction.

This huge window would allow the humans on the other side the ability to observe the captive in the cell. As Sky’s huge body lowered into the cell, the man thrashed and fought with all of his might, to no avail. His body thumped on the cell floor and the Black Boxes immediately got to work, deploying robotic limbs from a hatch on the underside of the cube. The limbs gripped the titan’s clothing and stripped him, pulling and lacerating his coat and shirt by the seams, carefully preserving the shape of the patterns while Sky resisted as much as he could with his wrists bound behind his back and his ankles wrapped up.

The humans wasted nothing from the titan. Not only would he be used to collect priceless blood, but quite literally would his clothes be taken from his back. The massive bolts of fabric had their uses, and before long the giant was left wearing nothing but his briefs. At least the humans maintained some level of decency towards their giant captive, or perhaps they simply did not wish to view his private parts from the safety of their glass windows just yet.

Finally, out of one of the trap doors in the concrete walls, a Black Box emerged, equipped with a very large syringe. The device wasted no time in injecting its tip into Sky’s exposed thigh, drawing the plunger back and extracting over a hundred gallons of blood in seconds.

This would be the extent of Sky’s captivity. Bound by wrist and ankle, almost entirely naked on the cold concrete floor of a giant cell, poked and prodded throughout the day by robotic arms. Every now and then the giant’s blue eyes would look up at the window, glaring at the tiny, unassuming humans that monitored his every move.

After one week, Sky’s strength was diminished. The humans offered him meager food and water, barely enough to sustain his massive form. The titan relished the moments at the end of the day when the humans would sleep and cease their sampling, and he’d rest his head back and listen to nothing but the sounds of his stomach groaning.

As the last of the machines hovered along the concrete wall, as if following an invisible circuit, a hatch opened just above the giant’s head. These hatches lined the walls of the cell, concealing tunnels and passageways for the Black Boxes to travel through. As the hatch door opened to receive a Box, something else came out; a human.

This human looked different from the ones who observed the titan from the cell windows. She dressed like a hiker, complete with a backpack to compliment her cargo pants and hiking boots. The human, named Lark, scurried to the entrance of the tunnel, looking down at none other than the giant’s head below her.

“Crap… this is too high…” Lark whispered under her breath, frantically looking around for a different route. Evidently she chose the wrong tunnel to exit out of, but she couldn’t go back… not when a Black Box was approaching the hatch.

As Lark debated her choices, Sky opened his eyes and glanced up at the open hatch above his head. He peered at it curiously, wondering if he was just imagining the small voice he heard from within.

Sure enough, as the Black Box approached the open hatch, Lark had no choice but to jump out of the way… plummeting towards the giant’s face.

Sky’s eyes widened at the approaching human. His mouth watered… and all he saw in this moment was the opportunity to have a snack. He arched his head back and gaped his mouth, its interior bright blue, awaiting the arrival of the unfortunate human.

Lark flailed, seeing the giant’s open mouth below her. It all happened so quickly; she landed on Sky’s soft tongue neatly instead of splatting on the concrete floor below. But the view did not last; the giant was eager to sustain himself.

As Sky began hungrily closing his mouth, aiming to seal Lark inside, she began shouting from the confines of his lips.

“Wait!! Don’t eat me, I-I can help you!” Lark shouted in terror as the giant’s mouth closed around her. Saliva flooded around her body, seeping into her clothing. Oh god, this was not the end she wanted to ever have.

Luckily, the titan heard her pleas. He halted, deliberating now on how beneficial it would be if he swallowed a potential lock pick. Lark bit her lip, refraining as best she could from panicking. This giant was hungry… starving, even. She had to be careful if she wanted to get out of this alive.

“Mhm?” Sky mumbled, his mouth still closed tight with Lark inside. He had little reason to trust her words, being a human and all. But maybe, just maybe, if he spared her… they could mutually benefit from it.

“Uhh… ah… okay. Yes, if you let me go, I can disable the Boxes!” Lark squeaked as her tiny, pitiful body began slowly slipping down towards the giant’s gullet. Things were looking bleak. She could hear the growling guts bubbling below, deep within the titan’s body.

Suddenly, the giant’s mouth opened. Lark gasped and fumbled along Sky’s enormous tongue until her head peeked out from his parted lips. At last, she was freed from the horrible belly of the beast. She looked out at the titan’s body, which was propped up against the wall. His arms were bound behind his back, and his ankles wrapped tightly together.

Sky tilted his head forwards, and Lark tumbled out of his mouth and onto his vast, bare chest. He looked at the human on his body forlornly, realizing she wasn’t all that much of a meal now that he saw how tiny she was compared to him. She looked quite disheveled, her blonde hair a tangled, slimy mess.

Lark gazed up at the giant, feeling even smaller under his icy gaze. The air was cold in his cell… but his body beneath her was warm. He spared her life… for a lie.

She didn’t know what to tell him now that she was face to face. Whatever she screamed from inside his mouth moments before was nothing but a bluff.

“Well?” Sky rumbled, staring down at the tiny woman on his chest. He gestured with his shoulders and head towards his enormous back, where his wrists were bound. “Can you start with freeing my hands?”

Lark shuddered. She started glancing around the cell, frantically searching for an escape.

“Uhh…” She muttered as she started to scoot herself backwards along the giant’s torso. Sky’s face grew more and more suspicious.

Suddenly, Lark stood up and leapt down the titan’s belly, sliding down his middle. She did not look back when the titan growled and twisted his colossal body towards her as she fled across the floor.

“Hey!” Sky bellowed, rattling his chains as he instinctively tried to reach for the fleeing woman. His hands remained bound as Lark darted away from him. With no hands to grab, the giant rolled onto his side and stretched his neck out, mouth open, and snapped his teeth just inches away from her backpack.

Lark’s heart beat rapidly as she narrowly avoided his teeth. She ran in the other direction, back towards his middle, where his mouth couldn’t reach.

Sky growled angrily, watching the human dart towards his body, hiding out of sight. With his hands bound, he could only lay uncomfortably on his side, his freedom of movement almost completely restricted. He seemed to have used up the last of his strength to snap at her, and he lay still now, breathing heavily.

“I spared you…” Sky groaned, closing his eyes. He could still taste the human in his mouth… if only he just went with his gut.

Lark huddled in the shadow of the giant’s body, facing the irony of sheltering herself with the body of the giant that sought to devour her. If he wasn’t bound, she’d already been snatched up. Seems that her luck had not run out just yet, even if her plan was ruined instantly by her poor choice of exit.

The room was silent, except for the sound of the giant’s labored breathing. Lark placed her hand on her chest to quiet her own breathing as she glanced around, surrounded on all sides by Sky’s towering frame. Straying from her current position would place her back in range of the titan’s teeth… what was she to do?

“I… I’m sorry.” Lark said in a hushed tone, nearly only audible to herself. “I don’t think I can free you, giant. I just… didn’t want to be eaten.”

Sky heard her words and sighed. “Yeah. I guess that’s fair. You’re just trying to survive too, I suppose.” He groaned as his stomach contracted and growled, sending hunger pangs through his middle. All he could think about now was filling his belly.

Lark shuddered at the sound of the titan’s guts. To think she almost ended up in there…

“Hey. I’m Sky. What’s your name, little one?” Sky said as he craned his head downwards, attempting to get Lark into view. He eyed her standing just beside his chest.

“Oh… um, I’m Lark.” Lark said in a bewildered tone as she stared up at the titan’s face. She instinctively backed up a few steps, not yet trusting the titan, even though he could easily roll over and crush her at this moment.

“Lark… so… what are you doing here?” Sky asked softly. His eyes glanced upwards at the trap door she fell out of. “I’ve never seen humans slide out of one of those before.”

Lark bit her lip and pulled apprehensively at her backpack straps. She found it quite awkward to speak so casually with this titan who was moments away from swallowing her whole.

“I, uh, well I was trying to gain access to this place. Not here, no… the laboratory.” Lark spoke warily, realizing that there were likely cameras monitoring everything in the cell. “Those hatches are everywhere in here. But I guess I went through the wrong one and…”

“Mmm. So you’re a burglar.” Sky chuckled.

“Hey, I wasn’t here to steal! It was to spy.” Lark retorted, which only made Sky laugh even more.

“Better keep your voice down. If the other humans find out you’re trespassing, who knows what will happen~” The titan rumbled as he grunted and rolled back, propping himself against the wall again. Lark suddenly felt very exposed as the titan’s body moved away from her, leaving her out in the open in the middle of the cell.

“H-hey, wait…” She called, and Sky merely smiled as he stared down at her. She looked so small, standing there where he was just laying.

“Y’know, I know a great place for you to hide.” The titan smirked as he ran his blue tongue across his lips.

Lark winced as she witnessed this. Grimacing, the human tore her backpack off and started rummaging through it. Sky watched her do so with interest.

“Okay. Listen, Sky… I have some tools here.” Lark said as she produced a few metal tools from her backpack, in various shapes and sizes. “I can try to hack into the boxes and release your chains… but you have to promise not to eat me.”

“Hmm.” Sky muttered as he narrowed his brows at her. “Can you really do it? This isn’t another bluff, is it?”

“I… will try.” Lark sighed. The odds were narrow, but what other choice did she have? “We’re trapped in here together, so we might as well try to work it out, right?”

“I suppose.” Sky rumbled as he glanced up at the ceiling. Once his chains were loose… the next plan was to get out of the cell. He guessed that the only way out was in the way he came, through those huge trap doors.

“You’re not going to try to eat me, right?” Lark asked as she rummaged through her bag once more.

“For now.” Sky retorted.

“That’s not reassuring.” Lark huffed.

“Fine. I won’t eat you.” The giant said lowly as he gazed down at the human. “Just don’t mess up…”

“I will do my best.” Lark nodded as she walked towards the giant’s back. His towering form was certainly imposing, even with his hands bound behind him. The chains that wrapped around his wrists were surprisingly thin compared to the titan’s hands, though their strength came from the alloy, not the thickness of the links. The chains were tight around each wrist, with a black control box holding each loop together.

Lark bit her lip. She was now behind the giant, who was leaning against the concrete wall with his hands resting on the floor. Just one of his fingers was bigger than she was.

Tentatively, she placed one foot on Sky’s upward palm, glancing up at his titanic body, which did not flinch. She steeled herself and climbed onto the giant’s hand, scooting herself along until she could reach the bonds.

Sky rested his head against the wall, lips twitching with curiosity as he felt the tiny creature scramble onto his hand. He craned his head to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of the action, but his shoulders were simply too broad to accommodate. He could only sit still as the human got to work in his hands.

As Lark fidgeted with the lock box, she realized this would be harder than she thought. The box itself was solidly constructed, with no screws, bolts, or rivets. Even the chains themselves seemed to attach themselves to the box with nothing aside from some invisible force. As her fingers trailed along the metal alloy, she took note of the blue sheen of the metal; the shimmering titan’s blood that gave the Black Boxes their devastating ability to bypass physics.

Hours passed, and Lark tinkered and toyed with every possible tool at her disposal. The chains did not loosen. She found herself slumping into Sky’s palm to rest, a small and unexpected comfort in that cold cell.

Sky himself had drifted to sleep, and took no notice of the human curled up in his bound hands. The morning had come, and as he stirred, the facility had once again come to life around him. The familiar sounds of the hatch doors opened, and out came Black Box devices, setting straight to work on the titan’s blood extraction.

“Lark.” Sky whispered, curling his fingers until they discovered the tiny woman’s form. Lark let out a surprised squeak as she was gently squeezed in Sky’s hand.

“Hey-” she exclaimed, but immediately was silenced as Sky squeezed her tighter, muffling her voice.

“Shh. Stay in my hand. They’ll see you.” He spoke in hushed tones as his blue eyes darted around. Judging from the pressure on his wrists, he realized that Lark did not succeed with the plan. He groaned.

Lark squirmed briefly in his hand, then relaxed when she realized he was merely concealing her. Luckily, she was already hidden behind the titan’s massive body, in his hand which was against the wall. It was very unlikely that she would be seen, and as the day went on, Lark quietly worked at the chains.

Sky felt his energy dwindling even lower. No food or water was offered to him today, and his body was beginning to develop bruises and sores from the concrete. Oddly enough, his only comfort was knowing and feeling Lark busy herself with the attempt to break his chains, working throughout the day in the comfort of his giant, warm hand.

Lark’s tools proved ineffective against the alloy. Her last ditch method involved a metal rasp, in which she used on one of the chain links until the surface was rubbed bare.

The night came yet again, and as the facility shut down for the evening, the pair was left where they started. Trapped.

“Nothing worked, huh.” Sky rumbled, his eyes shut as he slumped against the wall.

“I… I tried…” Lark uttered as her hands shook from the exertion. She herself was becoming fatigued, and still they were no closer to breaking through the chains.

“Well. You put forth a good effort.” The titan said quietly as he leaned back and gave Lark a gentle, reassuring squeeze. For all he knew, the human could have spent the entire time messing around and deceiving him. But in this moment, Sky had to admit, he enjoyed having her in his hand.

Lark wiped her brows and put all of her tools back in her bag. She slowly climbed out of Sky’s hand, which she had become almost accustomed to. The human walked along the giant’s body until she was in view of his gaze.

The two met eyes. Neither were filled with much hope.

Sky glanced down at the tiny human beside him and let out a chuckle. “Heh. Thanks for providing me some company, at least.” He rumbled as he leaned his head back and looked up at the hatch that Lark originally came out of. “I’ve been wondering if any more humans would come out of there.” He gazed forlornly at the hatch.

Lark followed his gaze upwards, staring at the black, metal access hatch.

“I have an idea.” She said suddenly, and Sky lowered his gaze to look at her.

“Oh?” He asked curiously.

“You have to trust me, though.” Lark added.

“Alright. What’s the plan?” Sky asked confidently.

Lark braced herself. She gazed up at the towering titan, his imposing frame filling her vision. Despite their initial meeting, she found herself trusting the giant in kind. Their predicament surely helped in forcing an alliance between the two.

“If you help me get into that hatch… I can make my way to the control room.” Lark said as she pointed at the hatch and trailed her finger around the cell. “From there, I can disable all the Black Boxes and open the main trapdoors.”

Sky stared down at the human, then gazed up at the metal, reinforced trapdoors above him. They were quite high… but perhaps if he was able to stand up and be free of his chains, he could reach.

“… you’d do that? Why?” The giant asked quietly as he stared back down at Lark. There was no reason for her to risk her neck and sneak into the control room after escaping the hatch.

“I… guess I owe you one. Y’know, for not eating me.” Lark admitted. She did not forget about her recent experience in Sky’s mouth.

Sky sighed and gave Lark a sly look. That option was still not off the table for him. But, he decided it was best to put his faith into Lark’s tiny self.

“Fair enough.” He nodded. “So… how do you plan to get up here?” The giant added with an amused smile.

Lark bit her lip as she looked up and down the bound titan’s body. With no way to use his hands to lift her, Sky was reduced to nothing more than a huge pillar of flesh.

Huffing to herself, Lark marched up to the giant’s waistband and grabbed hold, hoisting herself up along the edge of his briefs. Sky watched in utter amusement as the tiny woman climbed up his underwear as if scaling a rock face.

“Ooh. Better be real careful. There’s not much to grip on to up here.” Sky chuckled as Lark collected herself, standing on his groin. The woman huffed again and marched up along the giant’s soft tummy.

“Don’t distract me, please.” Lark retorted as she steadily moved up the sloping torso of the titan. His stomach was squishy, not at all toned and muscular like one would expect of a giant. Her feet sunk into his gut as she walked, which threw off her balance.

Sky squirmed under the tiny human’s touch. Her dainty movements across his stomach tickled him more than he expected.

“Mmm… heh.” The giant uttered as he stiffened his shoulders to brace himself for the inevitable ascent of the little human up his body. “If only I had my hands. Cripes.” Sky muttered in disdain as he had no choice but to sit still and allow himself to be climbed.

“I’m not trying to tickle you…” Lark huffed as she clambered up the middle of the titan’s pillowy pectorals. The access hatch was directly above Sky’s head… which meant she’d be within biting distance as she scaled his shoulders. Her gaze focused on the titan’s mouth as she climbed.

Sky followed her gaze, and chuckled. He couldn’t help but playfully bite his lower lip, which caused Lark to pause.

“… don’t.” Lark pointed up at Sky, as if scolding a rambunctious pet.

“I’m teasing.” The giant droned. “It wouldn’t be very productive if I ate you at this point.”

“Productive.” Lark repeated, mockingly, as she scaled his collarbone and reached his shoulder. The giant side-eyed her, then leaned closer as she stood on top of his broad shoulders.

“Almost there. You ready?” Sky asked softly, and Lark nodded visibly to him.

“I’m ready…” The woman said as she looked up at the top of Sky’s head. His short, black hair looked quite soft. She imagined she’d have to scale up the thick sideburns of the titan’s jaws to get to the top.

However, Sky merely angled his head down and presented the back of his neck. From her position on his shoulder, it was a steady climb up along his trapezoid and finally the back of his skull.

Lark was quite thankful that the titan was so thoughtful. He didn’t have to make this easier for her… but perhaps that was just his nature. As she climbed along the back of Sky’s neck, Lark started to wonder what made humans wage war on titans in the first place. There was nothing quite like the view from atop the giant’s head as he leveled it, with Lark nestled into his hair.

The two sat there quietly for a moment, waiting for the hatch to open and receive the last of the Boxes. Lark held on to Sky’s hair, looking around the cell from her mountainous perch. It was like she was a small bird, settling down to nest.

“Well… stay safe in there.” Sky said quietly as the hatch opened. He stretched his neck up so the top of his head was level with the entrance of the hatch.

Lark stared anxiously into the darkness of the tunnel. She took a deep breath and crawled forward, entering it.

“I’ll try.” She responded bravely as she disappeared into the hole. Shortly afterwards, a Box came along its invisible patrol route and entered the hatch, sealing the door behind.

And then, Sky was alone yet again. He sat there silently, listening intently for Lark’s journey. All was silent.

With no other choice but to wait, the giant closed his eyes and hoped, prayed, for release.

And after one hour later… the alarms blared.

Sky’s eyes shot open as the sirens and lights lit up the facility. A loud hissing noise came from his shackles, and the chains slid off.

The giant pulled his arms out from behind him for the first time. He examined his hands in front of his face, then looked past them, at the observation window of his cell.

From within, he could see the security force closing in on the trespasser. With one final motion, the quick figure typed in one last array of code, and a loud creak came from the ceiling. The top hatch slowly opened.

Lark gave the giant one last look through the glass as she was seized by guards. A smile ran across her lips. Her task was complete.

CRASH!

An enormous hand came towards her. With the force field dropped, Sky’s fist burst through the glass effortlessly.

His broad fingers enveloped Lark and three of the guards. The titan drew his fist back towards his face, where he opened his palm. In the midst of three other people, Lark stood out easily with her red jacket and small frame.

Sky plucked Lark out from the midst of the guards, clutching her tenderly in his other hand while the guards were quickly tipped into his open mouth, disappearing down his throat.

Lark was clutched firmly within the confines of Sky’s hand, but she managed to peek through Sky’s fingers and see him reaching through the window, relentlessly grabbing handfuls of people and devouring them. The sight was horrifying, but Lark tried to remind herself that this was inevitable… a starving titan seeking revenge for the atrocities committed on him. She was just happy that it wasn’t her getting eaten this time...

“Good work, little one.” Sky rumbled once the place had been emptied, turning his gaze towards the trembling woman in his palm. Though he had just devoured a dozen humans, his face was soft. Lark gazed up at him, nodding shyly back in approval.

“Let’s get out of here.” The titan uttered as he stood up to his full height and reached up to the open hatch doors above him. He placed one hand on the edge of the gateway, then looked down at Lark in his free hand. Without hesitation, the titan brought Lark up to his mouth and opened up, placing her on his tongue gently before closing.

Lark squeaked nervously from within the giant’s maw, expecting to be swallowed.

But Sky was careful with her, and merely held her safe in his jaws as he used both free hands to pull himself out of the cell. The giant emerged, illuminated by spot lights along his almost fully nude frame. Before backup could arrive, he moved swiftly, his enormous legs carrying him easily along the terrain.

“I won’t swallow you.” Sky mumbled as he ran, deep into the mountains, where he would lay low for a while.

“D-Do you have to keep me in your mouth though??” Lark retorted, wincing as her clothes were again soaked by titan saliva.

“No pockets.” Sky muttered, amused.

After running several miles into the hills, Sky hunkered himself down in the thick pine forest. He knelt down and brought his hands up to his face, gazing at the raw strips along his wrists and ankles before holding his hands out and plopping Lark onto them from his warm mouth.

Lark sprawled on his hand for a moment before laying on her back and staring up at Sky’s enormous face. She winced after a moment, then sat up and started wiping saliva off her face.

“I’m starting to notice a trend here…” she muttered, cleaning herself. With no response from Sky, she glanced back up at him, taken aback by his expression.

He looked as if he was about to cry.

“...Sky?” She said softly, staring up at his sparkling blue eyes.

The titan blinked, then smiled. He brought Lark even closer to his face as he breathed on her.

“You really did it. You came back and risked your life to save me.” He breathed, his throat starting to hitch.

Lark stared up at the enormous face before her, feeling his breath wash over her. She reached up tentatively and touched the tip of Sky’s nose.

“Ah… I couldn’t just leave you in there to die.” Lark said with a soft smile. She gazed into the titan’s beautiful, glistening eyes.

She touched his nose, and Sky brought her entire body against his face and snuggled into it. Lark became breathless as she was embraced wholly by Sky’s face, his nose, lips, and cheeks pressed her into the back of his hand.

“Sky…?” Lark squeaked, unable to move in his embrace.

Sky merely responded with a soft grunt as he nuzzled his face into his small companion. He had never been so intimate with a human before… her smallness tickled him in an unfamiliar, but welcome way.

He pulled away, glancing at her confused little face.

“Best hug I could manage.” He admitted sheepishly. “I’m really grateful to you. We make a great team, don’t you think?”

Lark lay sprawled in Sky’s hand as he gazed at her. His expression towards her was much softer than before.

“We do make a great team!” Lark replied with a couple firm pats against the titan’s palm. An unlikely friendship between a human and a titan in the midst of an ongoing war.

Now that he was freed, Sky suddenly felt his exhaustion come over him all at once. He heaved a sigh and curled up on the cold ground, clutching Lark in his hand as he fell asleep. Lark squeaked in surprise, then relaxed.

“Trapped again.” She laughed, and snuggled into the giant’s palm.

#story #sky #lark #vore mention #it's not very detailed though #I just thought it would be funny to make their first meeting in this way more rocky

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Bite-Sized (9) - A G/t BG3 fanfic

This contains g/t (giant/tiny content) so if that isn't your thing, then I suggest you stop reading. Thank you!

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Summary: Astarion brings Ria along with him to the heart of the Goblin Camp without the rest of the group knowing. However, before they can even get inside, things take a very unfortunate turn. In other words, this is the beginning of Ria's VERY bad day.

Pairing: Astarion x f!borrower!oc (Tav/oc) (slow-burn)

Warnings: MOUTHPLAY WARNING!!! If you are uncomfortable with mouthplay or vore-ish themes, then DO NOT read this chapter! No actual vore occurs but mouthplay is VERY prominent. Don't worry, Ria will be completely fine, I promise. Swearing/course language, mentions of blood drinking, vampire stuff.

Word count: 2.4k

The smell of burning meat and alcohol hit Astarion’s nostrils well before he had even stepped foot into the Goblin Camp. While he preferred more refined company, he did relish in the chaos that goblins often brought with them – and it was clearly abundant in the stronghold of the camp as he followed behind Gale, Wyll, and Karlach. Lae’zel and Shadowheart had reluctantly been nominated to look after the camp while the others were away, much to both the half elf’s and gith’s dismay. He wondered if they would kill each other while he and the others were gone.

His stomach grumbled as dozens of goblins flitted around a roasting spit, cooking what smelled like dwarf meat, as they downed pints of alcohol. Seeing this many exposed necks and pulses made the never-ending ache in his stomach worsen. Soon enough he would be able to feed – thanks to Ria persuading the group, he could drink all the goblins dry if he wished once they were done with the leaders.

Ah, yes, the little snack in my pocket…

He was so swept up in the moment that he almost forgot about the tiny passenger that he was carrying. She hadn’t stirred since they had left camp and he wondered if she had in fact fallen asleep. Her small heartbeat had slowed down considerably as well.

His hand hovered over his breast pocket where Ria was concealed inside, and he gave the pocket a little tap to alert her that they had arrived. Almost immediately the borrower inside began to stir, her tiny heartbeat increasing as he felt her squirm against his chest.

Scanning the area, he noticed that everyone else had gathered towards the centre of the camp. Karlach, Gale, and Wyll were standing near a small stage where Volo, a poor bard that he and the others had met in the Emerald Grove some time ago, was performing some terrible rendition of Dror Ragzlin. They seemed completely enthralled by Volo’s presentation as they didn’t even bat an eyelid towards Astarion’s direction.

“Oi! You smell funny, mister.”

Astarion blinked and swiftly turned his gaze downwards to see a female goblin standing directly in front of him.

“How polite of you to say,” Astarion sneered, sharpening his gaze at the little goblin. “And you smell utterly dreadful. Is that all you wanted to say to me or can I be on my way?”

The goblin chose to ignore his statement and instead took a deep inhale of air through her nose. Her eyes grew as big as saucers as she inhaled and she stared at him intently.

Shit. She can smell Ria.

“There’s something in your pocket, isn’t there?” The goblin said, folding her arms across her chest. “I can’t quite make it out, but it’s different to whatever poxy perfume you have on, and the smell of blood in yer mouth.”

“That’s not for you to know,” Astarion hissed, flashing his fangs at the goblin. “Why don’t you mind your own business. Unless you want my fangs to meet that green neck of yours, you best move along.”

The female goblin nearly jumped out of her skin upon seeing Astarion’s perfectly white fangs flash in the sunlight and she immediately backed away from him.

“S-shit, sorry!” she exclaimed, panic evident in her voice. “I didn’t think a blooming blood-sucker could walk in the sun…you must be some freak or somethin’.” The goblin quickly scampered off, not daring to look behind her as she vanished into the hazy crowd.

The sudden outburst seemed to garner some attention as a few goblins had stopped what they were doing and eyed him up curiously. There was no doubt that they could also partially smell Ria’s scent to some extent, too. It seemed that his own scent wasn’t quite enough to mask the borrowers unfortunately. If any of the goblins stopped to really smell him, then he would be in trouble.

He had to get out of there. And fast.

Astarion wasted no time in melding into the shadows, something that came very naturally to him as a vampire spawn, and quickly vanished from sight. Ria was still safe inside his pocket for now, but he knew if the goblins were made aware of a borrower in their midst, it could end very badly for her. Perhaps it would be a good idea if they could mask her scent somehow. He snuck behind a large stone pillar, now out of sight from the masses of goblins and his own companions.

“Astarion?” Ria’s small voice chimed from inside his pocket.

He opened the lip of the pocket and glanced downwards at the tiny passenger he was carrying. He would never say it aloud, but as her little face stared up at him, he couldn’t help but to admit she did look rather cute. She was so tiny, so vulnerable, so fragile – it would be so easy for her to become injured if he wasn’t careful.

Not that he cared if she got hurt. She was just a borrower after all, nothing more.

So…why was he feeling a sudden urge of protectiveness when he looked at her?

He shook his head, dismissing the thought from his brain.

“Are you just going to stare at me or will you tell me what’s going on?” Ria asked, bringing Astarion back to the present.

He blinked and flashed her a grin. “Well, I was just thinking that it might be a good idea to disguise your scent, darling.”

Ria’s eyes widened in realisation. “Oh…right. I can’t believe I didn’t think of that…” Her voice trailed off as her brain tried to think of a solution. “Maybe I should’ve thought about that before we left.”

“Perhaps that would’ve been a good idea,” Astarion commented. “It’s just fortunate that the goblin from earlier didn’t press me further. I thought my scent would be enough to mask yours, but it seems that you just smell so…” He paused as a grin tugged at the corner of his lips.

Appetising. That’s what he was going to say, but he held his tongue. He knew that teasing her like this when she was only just starting to trust him a little was a bad move, especially after she had asked him not to call her things like that from now on. Still, he couldn’t deny that she did smell delicious. Even with the masses of goblins around him – who significantly had plentiful more blood – her blood sung to him the loudest out of everyone there.

“So…what?” Ria said, her tiny brow furrowed as she craned her neck up at him.

“Never mind,” Astarion chuckled lightly, attempting to shake the growing thoughts of hunger out of his brain. “Well, you know what I mean, anyway. I’m sure you heard the conversation with the goblin. We really do need to hide your scent somehow.”

“You do have a point.” Ria pursued her lips in thought. “I need to have a better look at what’s going on outside.”

He watched the borrower as she wriggled around until her tiny head just barely managed to peak out from the lip of the pocket. He imagined she must’ve been standing on tip toes just to reach that high.

Ria’s gaze searched the Goblin Camp, concentration hardened her facial features as she tried to think of what to do. After a few moments, her eyes finally settled on a large tub where some goblins were collecting alcohol from.

“That’s it!” Ria exclaimed, pointing towards the tub full of booze on the other side of the camp.

Astarion glanced down at the borrower and then his gaze flicked to the giant tub of booze she was pointing at. Multiple goblins were walking up to the tub to take a swig of alcohol in large mugs, some of them downing their drinks as if it were only water.

“Hm, the pungent alcohol would most certainly cover up your scent,” Astarion said. “But getting you in the alcohol, however, seems like a risky move. Are you sure about this?”

“You’re a rogue! Use some of that dexterity of yours!” She flashed him a small smirk. “Just dip me in the booze quickly and then I’ll be out in a second. I’m sure a vampire spawn can handle that.”

Astarion arched an eyebrow, wondering just where the sudden burst of confidence that she had was coming from. Not long ago she had been deathly afraid of letting him hold her, now she was placing even more of her trust in him to pull off a stunt that could backfire badly if he didn’t do it carefully. Still, he wasn’t going to let a borrower downplay him like that.

“If you insist,” he replied. “And I suggest we do it quickly. We really don’t want to attract any more attention to ourselves.”

Ria gave him a small nod in reply before she vanished into the inside of his pocket again to conceal herself. With their new goal in the forefront of his mind, he clung to the shadows of the camp to pass by unseen until he reached the large tub. Very swiftly he reached into his shirt pocket and plucked Ria in between his index finger and thumb and leaned towards the large tub of booze.

“Do it!” Ria whispered fiercely.

Before Astarion could do anything, a strong force collided into the back of his legs, causing Ria to fall out of his fingers as he was knocked forwards. All he could do was watch as the little borrower fell out of his grasp, followed by a small plop as she disappeared into the liquid.

Shit!

Seething with anger, he whipped his neck around to see who the culprit was and his gaze fell on a goblin who looked like they were on the verge of passing out.

“Oh man, I could go for another-HIC!” The goblin spluttered, the smell of beer radiating from his mouth as he wobbled around to gain his footing before passing out on the floor.

Astarion rolled his eyes and hastily returned his attention back to Ria, who was now, quite literally, swimming in the tub of alcohol.

“Hey, you’re holding up the line!” A raspy voice hissed to his left, and he noticed yet another goblin standing close to him. “Hurry up and grab a drink, we all want some!”

Growing somewhat stressed now, Astarion snatched up a nearby cup before returning his attention back to the tub. Ria had fortunately resurfaced, looking rather dishevelled and shaken up, but otherwise she was alright. He wasted no time and scooped her into his cup, keeping it close to his chest as he attempted to sneak away from the masses of goblins that were starting to cluster around them.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?” The same goblin with the raspy voice from earlier tugged on his armour, stopping him in his tracks.

Astarion immediately grimaced.

This can’t be good.

“Don’t mind me,” Astarion replied through gritted teeth, wanting nothing more than to turn invisible. “I’m just passing through.”

“Not without having a drink you’re not!” The goblin persisted, clearly somewhat drunk, and clung on stubbornly to his light armour. “You look as pale as a bloody ghost. I’m not letting you go until you’ve drunk every drop from your cup!”

The commotion had now brought even more attention to him, as Astarion quickly realised that multiple sets of eyes were glued to his frame and watching his every move. No matter how he looked at it, there was no getting out of this.

He tentatively gazed down into his cup, and saw Ria’s little face staring up at him with pleading eyes. She could obviously hear everything that was going on, and judging by the petrified look that was painted across her face, she knew exactly what he was going to do.

“Go on!” The goblin pulled on his armour once more, and Astarion had to restrain himself from biting the creature’s head off with how hard they pulled at the fine fabric. “You could do with some colour in your cheeks.”

He pulled his lip into a thin line as his gaze flicked back down to where Ria was sitting in his cup. All the colour had drained from her face as she stared at him with watery eyes, she looked as if she had been crying. Knots twisted in his stomach as he felt a wave of dread wash over him as he tried to rack his brain to think of an alternative. If he pretended to drink, there would be the chance of Ria falling out of the cup and to her death, which he wasn’t going to risk.

The only other option was to drink.

He gave her a wink before mouthing the words ‘I’m sorry,’ silently to her, and her eyes widened in response as he brought the cup towards his lips. The beer hit his tongue and he immediately had to force himself not to spit out the liquid as he took a forceful gulp. He had never been one for beer, wine, on the other hand, or better yet, blood, was more to his liking, but it wasn’t as if he had a choice in the matter. His attention on the beverage was soon replaced as he felt something soft and warm press up against his lips.

Ria.

Her tiny hands were pushing against his lips, her body squirming as gravity pushed her rather forcefully towards his mouth. He was very careful not to swallow her, and rather gingerly he used the tip of his tongue to push her tiny body away from the inside of his mouth so that she wouldn’t fall in.

He pulled the cup away from his lips and glanced downwards at the goblin. The goblin was still stubbornly standing beside him with narrowed eyes, very clearly not impressed with his half empty cup.

“I said drink all of it you elf pansy!” The goblin exclaimed. “That was merely a sip! Come on, you aren’t leaving until all of that is completely gone, and I’m going to look at your cup afterwards, so make sure you guzzle it all down!”

Oh dear.

If the goblin was going to investigate his cup afterwards, he had to ensure that it was completely empty.

Ria wasn’t going to like this.

Very slowly the cup was brought to his mouth once more, and this time he took a hungrier gulp than before. He could smell the overwhelming fear from Ria as she was once again pressed against his mouth, her tiny hands scrambling across his lips, and this time, he didn’t stop her from falling inside. With a final gulp, the borrower disappeared into his mouth and he sealed his jaws shut.

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