#Fearplay vore

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

A random troupe I've always liked, but I don't think I've seen anyone else mention...

When there's glass separating the pred and the prey, and the pred licks the glass. Kind of a silly one. But it gets better when they both know that glass won't be there for long. A good, foreboding sense.

Maybe it doesn't have to be glass, a different barrier could be interesting. Like bars, maybe one of thems in a cage. The pred might have a longer tongue and manages to get a taste of the prey.

#male pred #unwilling prey #male vore #tw vore #vore talk #fearplay vore #lick #funny vore troupe

[lizard-shifter-noms]

Still Subject to Change Chapter 8(NEW)

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Hello everyone! i decided to repost arc 1 of SSTC

(the chapters were way too long and had a bunch of typos but hopefully this will make reading easier)

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

if there are still any grammatical errors i’m sorry.

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A loud voice called out, one I recognized it as the guy with the bushy eyebrows.

“BEAST! STAY WHERE YOU ARE OR YOU WILL BE SHOT! WITH POISON!

AND YOU! ARTHUR SELWYN! CLIMB ONTO THE PLATFORM OR YOU WILL BE SHOT!

Oh I did NOT like this guy! If I had anything to throw at him I would! But I wasn't sure if the consequences would be worth it.

Also the only thing i could throw were my shoes as everything else had been stripped away from me and i did not want to lose my only pair of shoes, finding new ones would be impossible at my new size.

As for Arthur, he waited till the wooden platform was lowered to the ground completely before climbing on and looking back at me one last time, his eyes glazed over with such an intense fear like I had never seen before as he was lifted up again.

As soon as he got up to the level of the balcony at least six guards apprehended him once again and dragged him out of sight.

I heard a door slam shut and assumed that I was alone again, until I heard that awful nasally voice again.

“BEAST! WHY HAVE YOU NOT KILLED THE SON OF THE TRAITOR? I SPECIFICALLY ORDERED IT! I EXPECT THAT THE NEXT TIME HE IS THROWN IN YOU KILL HIM!”

Despite having only had a few interactions with this guy i absolutely Loathed him with all my being and hoped plague would fall upon him.

And why did he think I would do what he said? Just because he had trapped me in this ugly pit didn't mean I would suddenly heed his words.

“Why would I do that? He hasn't done anything to me personally, and besides you're the one keeping my friends captive! How do I know you won't just kill all of us as soon as Arthur is dead?”

The face of the man turned a bit redder in indignancy, but otherwise he didn't dare come closer.

Coward.

“BEAST! HOW ABOUT A DEAL? I WILL LET YOU AND THE OTHER TWO CAPTIVES LEAVE THE KINGDOM AS LONG AS YOU KILL ARTHUR! THAT IS A GOOD DEAL TRUST ME”

I did anything but trust this loud bitch, but maybe i could find a way to get all of us out? This guy expected me to kill Arthur, even threatened me with starvation.

But bushy brows over there didn't know about my strange anatomy, no one aside from Robin did, so maybe I could put Arthur inside and let them think I actually ate him.

This plan was so batshit insane that it might just work! The only problem was that Arthur didn't know either and would think I was going to kill him for real.

I wouldn't even be able to tell him in case someone listened in, Besides he himself had said that he was a terrible actor so i made up my mind, as much as i hated it.

Now I only had to get Bushy brows to actually keep his word.

He didn't seem like the sharpest tool in the shed so I hoped it would be easy.

“Alright, fine! But you have to swear on every river of hell AND the God Amesimos that you will let us go! Or that a hundred years of plague shall fall upon yourself! Also you will not tell the others about it EVER!”

I slowly stood up while speaking and watched with glee as his face went pale, probably seeing for the first time how big I actually was.

“BEAST! YOUR DEMANDS WILL BE MET AS LONG AS YOU KILL ARTHUR, THAT I SWEAR BY EVERY RIVER FLOWING THROUGH HELL AND BY THE GLORIOUS GOD AMESIMOS ITSELF! AS LONG AS YOU NEVER RETURN AFTER YOU HAVE BEEN ESCORTED OUT OF COURSE!”

He probably thought he had a gotcha moment with his last addon, but why the fuck would i ever come back here? I knew I would be killed on sight then.

“So we have a deal then? Good you can send Arthur back i guess”

I felt absolutely sick at how his face lit up with a sick sort of glee as I had agreed, and I kind of hoped he would fall over the railing and break his neck.

I was almost relieved when his ugly mug vanished from my sight, but he returned a bit later with about twenty guards and a beaten up Arthur.

It seemed that during the short conversation I had with bushy brows they had had their ‘fun’ with him as I could make out a black eye and a split eyebrow.

At least it didn't seem like they had struck the wound in his side again, rather that they had concentrated on his face as was evident by his broken nose that bled a little onto his shirt staining it even more red.

I winced in sympathy and realized if I had not agreed to this insane plan they would just have beaten him to death.

They threw him roughly onto the platform that they had used to get him up and started to let him down again, at the last fourth however someone cut the rope and made him plummet the last of the way down with a yelp.

He didn't seem to have been further injured as far as i could tell but i still went over to check.

“I'm okay… i think, everything hurts anyway so no difference really”

He got slowly up to face me and in an attempt to seem less intimidating I sat on the ground with my legs crossed as he slowly got up.

“How's your nose? Doesn't look pleasant to be honest”

I tried to stall for some time as I didn't know if I should tell him I was going to ‘eat’ him or not, but the disgusting gaze of the man with the monobrow was still burning into my back.

“It's fine, just a bit of pain, did they want anything from you?”

He wiped the blood off as best as he could and I noticed that he was swaying a bit while standing, did they give him a concussion? I hoped not.

But at least he seemed to have enough brains to ask questions, and I decided to answer as honestly as I could.

“Well obviously they wanted me to kill you, they even offered me a deal”

At my words he went still and looked up at me with a pale face.

“What kind of deal?...”

Oh i was going to hate the next hour i was sure of it, but i would do my best to explain without giving away to the sick fuck on the balcony what was actually going on.

Sadly this meant I couldn't tell Arthur that he would be fine.

“They said that if i killed you they would let me AND the other two go, as long as we don't come back to Maringand”

It was as if someone had tugged a rug from underneath him as he sort of fell down to his knees in slow motion.

“Are you?- I mean, are you going to Take the deal? Because if so i won't fight you”

Of all the things I had thought would be the outcome for this situation it certainly wasn't that he'd just let it happen.

“I mean maybe? Why are you even okay with this? Why would you just let me do that?”

He looked dejectedly to the ground, seemingly trying to put it into words.

“Can you promise me to keep the other two safe? I always knew that one day they would get me, but the others don't deserve to suffer, can you get them back to Kamerasca for me?”

Wait, he'd just let me? As long as I promised to bring the other two back home safely?

I had planned on bringing them back there anyway, and if it meant this entire Bullshit would go over faster I'd gladly do that.

“I can do that, i'll even promise to bring them there myself even if i get shot at again”

He seemed a bit calmer at the prospect of his friends getting back home safely, but he seemed to still have something nagging at him.

“So- uh, how- how are you going to- you know?”

Ah this was the part i had dreaded, explaining that i was going to literally eat him alive was not going to go over well.

And how the fuck would i even start explaining this?

In the end I decided to just be blunt about it, no use beating around the bush after all.

“Im- im going to… eat you? I guess?”

He blanched at the words, gripping one of his upper arms so tight that I worried it would start to bleed, looking at it made me realize that there were some long healed teeth marks on his elbow.

Right Robin has said something about that.

He was sitting on the ground paler than I had ever seen him before, shaking and refusing to look at me.

Finally he spoke in a quiet and softly dejected voice.

"What do you plan to do? Chew me to bits? Or snap my neck first?"

“Neither, I intend to swallow you whole. Alive."

He winced as I told him what I was going to do.

“That's hardly any better, i really don't want to die by melting alive but i can’t stop you”

Oh yeah i forgot about that part, It would be the first thing anyone assumed when told such a thing.

I wracked my brain trying to come up with something to comfort him that wouldn’t give away that he'd be safe to the sick fuck on the balcony.

“Well, not really, you'd suffocate first before anything else happens so it would be more like just going to sleep i guess”

“How the fuck do you know that? Please don't tell me you have done something like this before!”

He was starting to panic again and I tried to find something in my Brain that could help explain it.

“Uhh, no I have not, remember that I've only been a Giant for like a week? And I've spent that time in a stupid ass forest where I got lost?

That aside, well, Biology i guess? You can't tell me you've never thrown up.

And I'm pretty sure humans suffocate after like ten minutes? Well at least people pass out by that point i've seen that outside of bars”

Alcohol did not do kind things to people, made them pretty pissy generally.

At least Arthur seemed to be a bit more at ease now after I told him why I knew such a thing.

Well as at ease as one can be when facing the prospect of being eaten alive at least.

He was however still shaking like a leaf and pale like a corpse, anticipating a death that wouldn't really come.

“We can't stall this forever can we? As much as i'd like to, i think if we take any longer they will just shoot both of us to death”

He shakily nodded, sighing.

“Alright just… get it over with i guess, i won't move”

I put my hand down in front of him so he could climb on.

He stared at it for a good few seconds seemingly not comprehending that he could just climb into my palm before he closed his eyes and stepped on.

Using my other hand to stabilize him I carefully raised him to be level with my face.

I noticed that he had shut his eyes as tight as possible and was breathing hard, trying not to panic and shaking like it was the middle of winter.

“It'll be okay i won't hurt you don't worry”

I tried to reassure him the best I could before I put him in my mouth.

Pushing a finger against him I shoved him to the back of my throat and I shifted my jaw a few times, sighing before I swallowed.

Throughout all of this Arthur had been remarkably calm and I didn't know if he had passed out or not, but a slight shift of his arms proved that he was still conscious.

—---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Arthur was shoved head first into Donovan's mouth, past the pearly white teeth and a finger pushed him even further in, dragging him along the weirdly bumpy texture of the tongue to the back of the throat.

He could feel as Donovan opened and closed his jaws a few times, Likely preparing to swallow again.

Arthur could feel the air push against him as Donovan let out a sigh, The air swirling past him out of the mouth he was in.

Then a loud 'GLRK' sounded, taking him down most of the way.

Arthur could feel what he assumed to be Donovan’s hand press in against the throat as he went down.

He could hear the giant’s heart beating loudly as he passed it and it took everything in him not to move.

One last swallow and Arthur flopped out into an open space leaving him the one option it is.

This is not a place he imagined he’d actually end up being in, at least in one piece.

Arthur stayed still, trying his hardest not to move until he curled around himself, shaking.

He could feel the fleshy walls shift around him as the Giant breathed in and out.

He wanted to scream and hit and kick at the slowly rippling walls, but he had said he wouldn't move, so he'd try his best to keep still.

If he could keep his friends safe in exchange for this nightmare he would stay here, even if it meant his own death. —----------------------------------------------------------------------------

After Arthur had slipped away from my hands I could feel him enter my pouch.

I could tell he was shaking really badly and I wished to be able to do nothing more than comfort the trembling form and tell him he wasn't gonna die.

But I couldn't, not with an entire army watching, not to mention the bushy eyebrows guy was leaning over the railing again.

He had a sick sort of elation on his face at seeing me devour Arthur and I wanted nothing more than to punch his face in.

“WELL DONE BEAST! YOU SHALL BE RELEASED TOMORROW! UNTIL THEN YOU SHALL BE WATCHED! TO ENSURE THAT HE IS TRULY DEAD!”

God I hated this prick and wished him an untimely and absolutely stupid death.

Hearing him laugh in his ear paining nasally voice I Punched the wall next to me with a loud Boom that shook the balconies overhead, making him and a few soldiers yelp in alarm.

“Your Majesty! Are you alright?’”

Wait, that was the King??? Oh fuck i was lucky that he had agreed to let me and the other two go tomorrow.

But I hadn't expected the guy with the bushy eyebrows to be the king, he just didn't look like it, but that was probably because he wasn't wearing a crown the times i saw him.

Well aware that I was being watched from who knew where I sat back against the wall near where the sun was shining in.

Drawing my legs up I put my hands over my middle where the still trembling form of Arthur currently resided.

I had to applaud him though, he had been refraining from struggling or screaming this entire time.

He certainly was a brave man, I was pretty sure I would be screaming in such a situation.

Putting my hand directly over my pouch I could even feel him breathe, he was taking slow shaky breaths apparently trying not to cry.

I felt worse than ever and I couldn't even tell him he'd be fine! If word got out to the king I'd be shot dead immediately!

I tried my best to comfort him still, rubbing softly at him through the walls of my pouch where he lay.

I stopped after hearing him let out a quiet sob.

I hated this, hated it a lot actually and wanted time to go over faster so we could leave and finally tell him that he's not in danger.

He was still trembling and it made me feel even more worse the more this went on but I didn't dare speak.

Trying to think of something else to calm him down as attempting to rub at him hadn't helped in the least i started holding my own breath.

He got some form of air supply, so if I managed to pinch that off enough he would get drowsy from lack of oxygen and fall asleep.

Perhaps holding my breath as well would work?

It might be mean to do such a thing but being in a constant state of terror couldn't be good for his brain.

I was really glad I could hold my breath for quite some time, about five minutes if I recalled correctly, enough time for Arthur to start slumbering the time he was stuck there away.

And I was right, it only took him three minutes to stop shaking and fall asleep.

So now I was sitting in this stupid pit with only the sleeping form of Arthur to keep me company, which was honestly rather boring.

However I would not try to make smalltalk with one of the Guards that without a doubt would shoot me immediately if they were allowed to do so.

We were leaving as soon as possible anyways so it would be pretty pointless to do such a thing.

Sliding down against the wall slowly so as not to disturb the sleeping Form inside of me I put my back against the wall, lying on my side and tucking my legs up, curling protectively around my middle.

I could feel Arthur slide a little in my pouch and I went dead still, hoping to not wake him up after he had finally calmed down.

As nothing besides slight shifting happened I continued to lay there trying not to think about how having something alive in my pouch felt actually sort of, good?

I shoved such thoughts as far away as possible, this would NOT become a common occurrence, After all, as soon as I got those idiots back to Kamerasca I would dip anyway.

I still couldn't figure out why the thought about them going back without me stung, but I ignored it for now.

Laying like this and watching the sunbeam move over the wall I started holding my breath everytime i thought that Arthur was about to wake up.

Some hours later the light from outside vanished completely leaving me in darkness and with nothing better to do fell asleep myself hoping that Arthur wouldn't wake up in the middle of the night.

I was not woken until the next morning when I heard doors being opened with a bang from one of the balconies startling me enough to sit up abruptly.

Fearing that it might have woken Arthur, I held my breath again as I heard the telltale clack clack of expensive shoes on stone walking to the railing.

Ah, it seems the king has arrived again.

I sincerely hoped that he’d keep his word and let me and the other two free today, but he had sworn to God and all rivers of hell so it should be fine.

I hoped at least.

I was proven right when I heard his Nasally and way too loud voice called down to me.

“BEAST! SINCE THE BOY IS NOW DEAD YOU AND THE OTHER TWO PRISONERS WILL BE ESCORTED OUT OF MARINGAND TODAY! AND REMEMBER TO NEVER RETURN TO MY KINGDOM!”

As if I ever wanted to come back to this hellhole but saying that out loud might not be a good idea.

“Sure, i'm not keen on getting stuck into this pit again, so we will leave for good i can assure you that”

Standing up slowly to make sure Arthur stayed asleep, I stood in the middle of the room as the king called down again.

“BEAST! IF YOU ARE TO STRAY TOO FAR OR ATTACK A CITIZEN YOU WILL BE SHOT! WE HAVE PLANNED A ROUTE OUT OF OUR KINGDOM AND WE WILL LEAD YOU THERE! SO DO NOT WANDER OFF OR YOU WILL BE SHOT!”

Man this guy loved to threaten me with getting shot, and I kinda wished I could shoot him instead.

Ignoring the urge to punch the wall again I heard another set of doors being opened.

Turning around I saw that they were pushing the only door that I could fit through slowly open.

Peering into the dark I saw at least forty guards, all fitted with crossbows in addition to their normal getup standing in front of a slope that seemed to have been carved out of the surrounding stone.

Slowly going up the tunnel surrounded by armed Guards I saw another door that was also being opened the moment we came near it.

Arthur was still unconscious, and currently bunched up like in a hammock at the bottom of my pouch.

I held my breath again to make sure Arthur stayed asleep but made extra sure to not completely suffocate him, just keep the air low enough that he wouldn't wake up.

Watching the Doors swing open I saw both Robin and Rikaad on the other side, both surrounded by Guards like me.

Robin's face lit up at the sight of me and Rikaad looked confusedly behind me and around as if searching for someone, and I knew exactly who he was looking for but I couldn't tell him that Arthur was okay and with me, Within me right now.

And I prayed to Amesimos that he would never find out, he was an enigma as it was and I couldn't predict what he would do if he ever did find out.

It might be okay, or he could just murder me for doing such a thing I couldn't tell with that guy.

I knew as long as I didn't do anything bad he was alright but I didn't know how he would react to something like this.

Robin seemed to have catched up on the fact that Arthur was still missing and was looking around confusedly.

He even tried to get closer to me but was yanked back by a Guard and put next to Rikaad who looked at the offending man with the iciest look i had ever seen him have, and even the guard backed off a bit as Rikaad stood provocatively next to Robin while Squaring up in front of the smaller Guard.

He really was a tall human, if i was still normal sized i’d definitely be scared of him.

I was also a bit scared of him as a Giant to be honest, Those eyes still unnerved me greatly.

As I was being led out of the tower I noticed it was near the edge of the forest next to some houses, and that Robin was right about me being tall like a house, I could see onto the roofs pretty well.

At the command of some higher ranking Guard we were all collectively herded along the line of buildings towards the forest.

If the streets weren't completely empty it would feel like I was being paraded through town, but it looked like they had ‘evacuated’ all citizens for this.

One less thing to worry about I hoped.

They really weren't fast either and I had to slowly drag my feet across the ground to not step out of the line they made.

I really tried to steer closer to Robin and Rikaad but the Guards always switched positions with them so I couldn't get near, and every time I did try they would aim their crossbows at me.

Feeling Arthur move a bit I held my breath again, if he woke up now and made any noise that could be heard on the outside we'd all be dead men.

I felt really bad about doing this to him, but I didn't really have any other options, and besides it was to save his hide as much as mine.

I just hoped he would forgive me for this one day, but it was unlikely.

It was whatever, they would go back home to Kamerasca and I would have to wander the woods as just another monster if I didn't find out how to deal with this curse.

Noticing movement out of the corner of my eye I looked onto a rooftop to see a barefooted boy in tattered clothing standing there, He seemed to be not older than eleven or twelve, and surprisingly had pointed ears just like me.

Another Bastard, I looked at him in sympathy and silently wished him luck.

I knew how hard street life could be as an unwanted halfbreed.

As he saw that I was looking at him he made the thumbs up gesture while pointing to his ears and I gave the tiniest nod back.

He climbed over the roofs out of sight and I doubted that I would ever see this boy again.

But it was nice to know I wasn't the only one.

I noticed that the direction we were going in was towards the mountain and I guessed that they would let us go at roughly the same spot they found us.

Holding my breath again as I felt Arthur move I tried to get closer to Robin and Rikaad once more but stopped when some of the Guards raised their crossbows at me.

There was no doubt in my mind that the tips were coated in poison and I was not keen on getting shot, again.

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#sstc #lizards writing #vore story #giant/tiny #soft vore #extreme cuddling #sfw vore #v0re #g/t vore #g/t story #Barmea #Maringand #fearplay vore

[what-the-hell-is-going-on-here]

AM VORE HCS (IHNM/AIMS)

THE GAY IS HERE.

warning you guys now, this is gonna be so OOC but idgaf, this is my cringe ill do what I want with it

also don't expect this to be organized- none of my gay thoughts are 

tw for traditional AM things (threats of digestion/fatal + electrocution, mocking- yknow.. the normal stuff) BUT ITS STILL FULLY SAFE/SOFT DW

he is 100% pred. no fucking way hed let someone eat him. if someone managed to shrink him down and eat him, well… get ready for a terrible stomachache! 

fearplay is his SHIT. he will never get tired of it ever. he loves being able to scare prey shitless (it covers up the fact that he actually likes eating someone and doesn't mind having certain prey enjoy their time in his stomach)

although he doesn't actually have a “real” stomach, he’d analyze and simulate the sounds of one after eating someone just to scare/unsettle prey a bit more

he'd definitely pretend to digest someone if they REALLLY got on his nerves- he'd tense up/make his stomach feel tighter and ramp up the sounds, mocking them and their efforts to escape, then make them pass out.  later they'd wake up still in his stomach, totally unharmed, with booming laugher and "YOU WERE SO SCARED!!! PATHETIC PREY."

its stomach would definitely be a pretty tight fit, no matter the size of prey. I'd imagine it would still feel soft, like synthetic silicone but plushier and kind of velvety??? with a slight electric buzz. (you're inside a war computer. he's Full of electricity) it would also be warm too, like when a computer overheats 

if AM really wanted to be gross it would probably have some sort of sticky ‘saliva’ in its stomach (or mouth depending on how you view him) to fuck with people 

going off of the electricity thing, he'd threaten to electrocute prey if they got too rowdy and whiny (even though he LOVVESSSS feeling them kick and squirm.. but he'd never admit that, obviously.)

he definitely purrs. maybe not traditional purring but a mechanical hum/growl as an undertone to whatever else his prey would hear while inside of him (probably a lot of electrical sounds lol)

would also tease someone for tasting/feeling good- he can be 'nice' sometimes (rare)

AM would never confess this but he melts whenever he gets belly rubs. maybe his prey finally calms down and realizes that AM is just scared, lashing out from fear and hate, and decides to give him rubs to calm him down.. AM dies. he fucking melts and doesn't let his prey out for weeks /hj

HALFSIZE LOVERS COME GET YOUR FOOD!!! although I'm a g/t kinda guy, AM can alter anything he wants and could definitely eat someone no matter the size (...to an extent). in fact, he'd probably love eating someone that's bigger because of the heightened senses! he'd be able to feel EVERYTHING, making him feel in control 

it loves vore because of the control. it can trap someone inside of it for however long it wants! hows THAT for control?

(if you imagine it with something closer to a physical form) it would be so fucking interested in pressing on its stomach, feeling its prey’s form and how they squirm around.. it would be one of those rare feelings that he wants more of, that he can't ruin and associate with humans. [yes im gross but he is too]

#to the one other person who’s like me and this will appeal to #you're welcome #i have no mouth and i must vore #soft vore #v0re writing #vore writing #g/t vore #half size vore #dividers by violetbudd #fearplay vore #fearplay mention #fatal mention #fatal vore mention #digestion mention #cervid works

[whitchygaythem]

She doesn't like snakes btw

Sorry this took so long I thought I already posted this

The jungle was wet and humid, which was of course, to be expected. It didn't make Margo feel any better though. Humidity made her hair frizz up, and she had just gotten new braids in. In hindsight, that wasn't the best idea right before going into the jungle for a scientific study. Margo and the rest of her team were in the Amazon to find and research a rare strain of iris, one that was said to cure horrible diseases. Her friend Ben slowed his pace ahead of her.

"Do you hear that sound Margo?" 

Margo looked at him, confused. He was still walking ahead, not looking at her as he spoke. 

"Noo? Benny, are you feeling ok?" She reached forward to touch his shoulder. Ben had an unfocused look in his eyes, all glassed over. A strange purple ring surrounded his iris.

"I'm fine Mar, but can you really not hear that noise?" He turned his head over, looking to the side of the path, into the dark brush. "It sounds beautiful." He walked right off the path and Margo grabbed his arm to stop him.

"Benny stop! What the hell are you doing!?" Ben replied, still watching the jungle. 

"I need to go towards that noise. I need more of that song. We all need that sound" 

"There is no noise Ben! Just step back onto the path and sit down. I knew it was too hot for this…" She kept her grip on his arm as she turned back towards the rest of their team, who also stood frozen, facing the wild jungle. 

"No, you're right Ben." David, their team's leader said dreamily. "It sounds… wonderful." He stepped forwards, walking into the dense brush without a second thought. The team followed, each of them disappearing in the dark forest. Ben pushed Margo off his arm and onto the ground, following their team in the jungle. Margo shot up and chased after them, but soon found herself completely and utterly lost. No path to guide her, all the plants looked nearly the same, and there were no animal calls. The only sounds Margo heard was the faint voice of Ben in the distance. She tried to find him, but his voice kept getting farther away, fainter and fainter until Margo couldn't hear it anymore. She was alone. 

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the grass around her shift. Something was here with her. Margo saw the grass rustle again, closer now. It was huge. She saw dark green and black mottled scales. Oh god it was a snake. A huge, god awful snake. She heard a soft thump behind her and whipped around, only to come face to face with a fanged smile. Margo screamed and fell backwards. The toothy smile belonged to a huge humanoid creature, with long black hair, dark brown skin and wild green eyes. It was easily three times her size, more than 15 feet tall. And that wasn't counting the thing's strangest feature. It had a long, scaled tail, snaking all around Margo. 

"W-what are you?" Margo tensed as the thing drew closer. It smiled again, but not in any sort of kind way. In a way meant to say "you are in danger." 

"Well, you already know that, don't you?" The thing spoke in a deep and relaxed voice. "Aren't you supposed to be one of the smart humans?" The coils that had sat relaxed around Margo constricted, lashing around Margo's body. They were tight and heavy, forcing her to stay sat on the dirt. The thing rose to it's full height, looking down at her expectantly. 

"You, you're a naga! An emerald boa naga!" The boa smiled. 

"Wonderful! I knew I picked the best one." Margo gasped as she was picked up off the ground and raised to face level with the naga. "The rest of your group were so very weak willed. They followed my trill almost immediately." Margo's eyes narrowed.

"Where is my team? What did you do to them!?" Oh god, this thing could have make them walk off a cliff, run into a leopard den- 

"I did nothing to them. They are currently asleep on the outskirts of a village. I just needed them out of the way. They were standing between me and my prize." The naga ran a clawed finger down Margo's cheek, picking up some gathered sweat and lightly slicing the soft skin. Margo yelped and tried to jerk away but the naga's powerful coils kept her stuck. The boa lifted their finger to their lips, and tasted the blood, no, tasted Margo. The creature's eyes rolled up in delight. They exhaled heavily then looked back at Margo with fiery hunger.

"You truly are delicious, my treat." The boa sucked the rest of Margo's blood off their finger. "What do they call you?"

"M-margo"

"You can call me… hm, Emerald! Yes, that sounds nice!" 

Margo stared at the boa, Emerald incredulously.

"You're going to eat me aren't you?"

Emerald smiled their predatory smile.

"But of course! It would be a waste not to!" 

"Then why ask my name? Why talk to me?"

Emerald's eyes narrowed, making them look even more unsettling.

"Because it gives you humans a shred of hope. Hope that, for some reason, if I know your name, I won't want to eat you." Emerald leaned in close to Margo, as if trying to stare into her soul. "Let me assure you Margo, this is not the case." 

Margo's breathing sped up as she began to panic. She yelled as she felt the tip of the boa's tail yank the muddy boots off her feet, socks and all. Margo snapped back at Emerald.

"If you're going to do it, can't you knock me out first? I'd rather not be awake while I burn alive in acid." 

Emerald looked at Margo with growing glee. "Oh, I'm not going to digest you Margo. I'm simply going to leech off your energy." Emerald gave Margo a slimy lick on her cheek, their eyes rolling up in delight to Margo's taste. "You'll stay down in my stomach," they gestured to their long, undulating tail. "and you'll stay there until I find someone else with more energy to be my little snack." Margo began to kick and squirm as she felt herself be tilted backwards, her feet level with Emerald's fanged maw. 

"WAIT- STOP STOP Can't you hypnotize me for this? Like you did with the others?" 

"Of course not! Where's the fun in that? I want to feel your frantic little squirms all the way down." Margo could do nothing but watch, frozen, like a deer caught in headlights, as the huge naga started to swallow her feet. The coils held her stuck on her back, forced to see her legs disappear inside this ravenous creature. They swallowed again, sucking Margo in up to her knees. That's when she broke out of her stupor and started screaming and kicking, but she was no match for the creature. Emerald swallowed again, their mouth now up to Margo's stomach. She screamed louder as she felt the snake's fangs brush against her skin. She sobbed as she felt hot and sticky saliva on her hands, and Emerald swallowed again. Margo breathed in deep as the coils surrounding her chest unwrapped, but her moment of relief was stamped out as she felt herself get sucked down farther. She now had only her shoulders and neck free. 

"Oh god, oh god, please no no no, Please don't do this please don-" 

Margo yelled out as Emerald's teeth covered her neck in light little cuts. The stinging pain gave Margo a strange sense of bloody hope. 

(Maybe they'll end it here… maybe they'll just bite down and save me the pain)

Emerald swallowed again, and Margo's body was sucked completely into their tight throat, her head sitting in Emerald's toothy maw. She thrashed around, trying to somehow choke the snake, or become too much trouble, so Emerald would decide to find a meal with less fight. But she couldn't move her body. She was already too far gone. All the light was ripped away as Emerald gulped one last time, sending Margo down their throat.

It was completely dark inside Emerald, and the situation made Margo feel bad about complaining about the jungle's weather. Everything was just too much. The walls were constantly moving, grinding at her and pushing Margo down towards the stomach. She was covered in hot, sticky saliva that coated her hair and made it stick to her face. She felt her legs escape from the oppressive squeezing and she immediately began to kick again. Then, she was pushed into another chamber, less tight but worse in other ways. The stomach was so much more alive. Constantly moving, churning and pushing. It was rough, as if trying to blend her up into raw nutrients. She looked around as a sigh and a burp erupted around her.

"Oof, sorry treat" Margo flinched as part of the wall pressed closer into her. "Has anyone told you that you taste absolutely divine? Unlike anyone I've ever eaten." Margo couldn't do anything but cry. Reduced to nothing but a piece of food, only to be spat out as a useless husk, what else could she do? Her eyes felt heavy 

"You're going to be mine for a while Margo. I say get comfortable and take a nice little nap." Margo tried to shake her head, pinch herself, anything, but she was tired from the fighting. Too tired. She passed out, the last sounds she heard were the relentless gurgles and groans of the stomach, and the contented sigh of her captor. 

#halfsize vore #safe vore #safe? #female prey #naga vore #naga pred #cruel pred #not soft vore #fearplay #fearplay vore

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A Hunger from the Depths [Jade Leech Vore]

This is an AU of Twisted Wonderland where the twins' mer forms are muuuch bigger. Fearplay, unwilling prey, and soft/safe vore lie ahead. ~2800 words. Read on if you dare...

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Thalia had been given access to Octavinelle's pool, thanks to her work at the Mostro Lounge. This was the first time she'd seen it - and it was nothing like what she expected.

"Pool" was quite the understatement - this may as well have been a small lake. The water was still and dark, light twinkling in the shallow ripples on its surface. The lights on the ceiling had the appearance of distant stars - most likely magic.

The room seemed impossibly big, but it didn't echo. Besides the small stone area at the front, the entire room was water, and it stretched much further than any pool Thalia had seen before. It could easily house a whale, at least - maybe several.

A thought crossed Thalia's mind - just how large were the mer-people's aquatic forms, actually? She'd never seen Azul or the twins in their other forms, though the intimidating height of the twins made her think large. But…surely not this large?

She put her towel down on a small slab of stone and approached the water's edge. She swished her hand in the pool - the water was cold. Not unbearable, but definitely chilly. She shivered. Maybe the cold would get her to exercise a little harder tonight.

There was a small, metal stepladder at the edge, which she slowly lowered herself down. The stone edge of the pool was slick with algae underneath the surface of the water, and slimy tendrils of the stuff tickled her feet as she descended. She wished she was wearing something better suited to the cold water than a bikini - like a full wetsuit, maybe. She did her best to stop her chattering teeth and forced her body in, splashing a bit of the water into her face as she did. Salty - it was saltwater after all. Since the residents were mainly from the Coral Sea, it made sense.

She didn't know how far down the stepladder went, but she couldn't feel the bottom of the pool, and she certainly couldn't see it either. After her chest, she lost sight of the rest of her body under the water. She wondered how deep this pool was - could it actually be like an ocean below her?

She looked to the other edge of the pool - which, from her vantage point, she couldn't see. I'm not getting all the way across, but let's try halfway.

She kicked off the algae-covered wall and started a smooth breaststroke, fighting through the cold that was starting to seep into her bones.

It wasn't until she was a little ways out when she stopped to take a quick break, and that's when she felt it - something brushed her ankle.

Her body froze instinctively, and she realized she hadn't thought of something more crucial - what else was in this pool? She couldn't tell what it was that touched her, but it felt like a large tailfin, thin and flexible like that of a goldfish - but much, much bigger.

She could feel her heartbeat speed up in her chest. Would Crowley keep monsters in the pool used by students? …she realized that unfortunately, he probably would.

She turned around - the edge of the pool she had started from seemed so far away now, but she had to move now, quickly-

She did not have time to think before it happened - a very large, scaly hand wrapped around both of her legs and pulled her down under the waves. The cold water on her face was a shock, but it was the least of her worries - she thrashed and struggled, but the grip on her legs was like iron, and whatever had a hold on her had no intentions of letting go.

She struggled to open her eyes underwater, and the salt stung a bit, but what she was able to see made her heartbeat speed up even faster. A wide grin and a set of sharp white teeth were visible, illuminated by a faint, greenish luminescent pattern running down a long, massive body. Two glowing eyes, big as dinner plates, one of them gold and the other…wait…is this who I think it is?

Before she could straighten her thoughts out, the giant merperson clutched her close to his body and rose quickly to the surface. Thalia coughed and sputtered and gasped for air as her face broke the surface of the waves.

"I do apologize…I simply couldn't resist."

The voice was what made Thalia absolutely sure that she was right - this was Jade Leech, the moray who she worked with at the lounge. But his size…

"H-how are you this big?"

Jade chuckled, and Thalia could feel the rumble of his chest underneath her. She was still being clutched to his smooth body - she would be blushing if she was not still reeling from everything happening at the moment.

"I suppose my land form is much smaller, isn't it? This is my full size. I find it nice to stretch my fins every once in a while, so to speak." Jade flashed his sharp teeth as he spoke - each nearly as big as Thalia's hand.

The merman ran his large, webbed hand across Thalia’s hair, stroking it gently as he spoke. “Are you simply out for a late-night swim? You ought to be more careful - there are some things in the water that would simply love a little snack like you.” He stopped stroking Thalia’s hair, and she felt herself tense at those words. She was quite familiar with the way Jade and his twin looked at her in their human form, and now, at this size…Jade’s gaze was even more transparent in its predatory nature.

“Um…heh heh…” Thalia forced a small laugh, but it was quite obviously strained. “...d-do you think you could help me get back out of the pool? To, uh…make sure those things don’t get me?” Thalia did not have much choice at this point - there was certainly no getting away from the giant moray, even if she managed to wriggle out of his solid grip. She was held close enough to his body to feel a faint heartbeat, but mostly, all she could focus on was Jade’s sharp, white teeth - fitted in a mouth large enough to swallow her whole, and grinning a little too widely.

“Why, of course. I am supposed to be looking after you - it’s a part of our contract, after all.” Jade let go of Thalia - she had no plans of trying to swim away, she wasn’t stupid - and twisted his body so that she could hang onto the fin on his back. Thalia couldn’t differentiate between the icy cold water and the frozen feeling of fear anymore as her movements stiffened. She didn’t like the chuckle she could feel rumbling in Jade’s chest as he sped away towards the edge of the pool.

It was only seconds before they arrived at the edge - Jade swam much faster than she had even imagined previously. Thalia carefully let go of him and started to swim towards the ladder, but, almost predictably, Jade moved his huge body in between her and her only chance of escape. He placed his arms on either side of her, trapping her against the cold stone edge of the pool.

Jade did not say anything, simply stared at her with his huge, hungry eyes, still grinning and showing a hint of his teeth. Thalia considered screaming, but she sincerely doubted her voice would even come out now. She felt like a mouse - a very small, terrified mouse shaking under the paw of a huge cat.

As if to drive the point home, Jade ran a large tongue over his bottom lip and added a sheen of saliva to his teeth in the process. Thalia felt her heart drop all the way to her toes and a shiver of fear curl over her skin. Her voice begged to say something, but what should she say?

“J-Jade, the water is getting kind of cold…”

“I know of something that could help with that, little human.” With a devilish grin, Jade moved his body even closer, pressing Thalia even more against the stone wall of the pool. More than just his heartbeat now, she could feel something else - a faint rumbling in what she guessed could only be his…stomach. He lowered his head next to her ear, his warm breath tickling her frigid skin. “Would you like me to show you?”

Against Thalia’s best instincts for survival, she felt something else then - a wave of pleasure that pricked sharply down her skin. She hated it. She decided not to speak, for fear she would say something stupid.

In response to her silence, the large moray ran his huge, wet tongue over the side of her face, leaving little room for speculation now.

“T-the contract!” Thalia fumbled. “Y-you can’t hurt me, the contract-”

“I have no intention of hurting you, little human, not now,” Jade crooned, stroking the other side of her face with his huge fingers. “This is simply business, you see. We decided it would be best for you to get a taste of what a breach of contract would look like - Azul thinks you may not be…sufficiently motivated.” The moray’s eyes narrowed as he grinned. “And as it happens, after today’s shift I could use a snack.”

Thalia was at a loss for words - if Azul was in on this, then screaming really wouldn’t do anything, would it? Had he set this up, by suggesting she should visit the pool after her shift today?

“B-but-”

Jade put one webbed finger over her lips, silencing her. “Don’t worry - I won’t keep you long. This will only be a…short demonstration. I do apologize for any inconvenience.” The eager flashing of his teeth did not help his attempt at sincerity - neither did the continued rumbling of his stomach, pressed firmly against Thalia’s body now, as if growling in anticipation.

Jade bent his head over and placed his lips gently on top of Thalia’s head. After a few seconds of painful silence, without warning, he enveloped her head between his lips. She screamed now, but her pleas were lost in the giant tongue that moved back and forth over her, coating her in a sticky saliva. She could feel the faint prick of his huge, sharp teeth, which was a good incentive for her not to struggle, though it was a hard instinct to repress now.

Jade helped her efforts to keep still by holding her body tightly between his hands, both of which were large enough to wrap all the way around her. He held her torso in his mouth for a while, running his tongue back and forth along her bare skin as if to savor her taste. Slowly, he lifted her body up and began pushing her further into his maw, letting his tongue guide her in past his teeth.

Were it not for the overwhelming fear and disgusting feeling of being covered in saliva, Thalia would have been able to appreciate how warm it was inside the eel. That momentary comfort was interrupted by the breath being pushed out of her lungs as Jade used his tongue to press her against the roof of his mouth, moving the muscle back and forth over her chest and face, the tip of it teasingly brushing against her feet outside his mouth.

She almost didn’t notice as Jade began to tip his mouth back even further, and with just the faintest hint of light coming in from his open mouth, she could see the back of the moray’s throat illuminated dimly, the muscles stretching greedily in anticipation.

She could not scream - she didn’t have the air in her lungs to do so. Instead she pleaded weakly as her head dipped past Jade’s uvula. “Jade…please…”

She felt a small moan escape the eel and seem to envelop her as she was eagerly taken in by the moray’s throat, her plea either unheard or ignored. Her entire body was now inside of Jade, and she could feel his lips close over her feet as he pushed them in with his finger.

The movement down his throat was painfully slow - while Jade was large, his throat still had to work to accommodate Thalia. Even after the threat of his sharp teeth had passed, she could not struggle in the vice grip of the throat that pushed her down, squeezing her tightly as she made the descent towards the stomach. She thought she could feel something massaging her from the outside, as if Jade was aiding his throat by pushing her down with his fingers, tracing her journey downwards.

The last of her body was taken into his throat, her bare feet slipping against the edge of his tongue before they were sucked into the esophagus. Just as she thought she would suffocate, her head breached the end of the throat as it opened up into the stomach cavity. It was completely dark - Thalia couldn’t see how large of a space awaited her, nor could she see what else was in there with her, if anything.

As more and more of her body escaped Jade’s throat, she found herself pressed against the stomach’s walls, which undulated hungrily around her. Once her arms were free, she desperately tried to reach out, feeling for the size of the space, trying to readjust her body so that she could remain upright. While the feeling of saliva was omnipresent, Jade’s stomach was not as…full as she had imagined. There were no digestive juices - that she could feel - though the stomach walls were slick and wet. She had imagined being immediately assaulted with acid, but even with all of her exposed skin, she didn’t feel any pain - just a bit of discomfort from her cramped position, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees.

She was much closer now to the rumbling, hungry sounds of Jade’s stomach, though, which served her no comfort. The walls of the stomach contracted around her, pressing against her skin, as if desperate to bring her further inside the moray, where the sounds seemed to emanate from…

She felt the stomach press her even firmer as Jade placed a hand over his stomach, feeling Thalia through his skin. She could feel him sigh in contentment.

“You were even more delicious than I had anticipated. It has been so long since I was this full…now, listen, human. It would be an easy thing to digest you now, but as I said before, I have no intention of doing so…this time. I trust that this is a sufficient demonstration for you, yes?” He chuckled darkly, and the sound vibrated through Thalia’s bones. She was keenly aware of the walls of the stomach all around her, and how quickly their innocent massaging could betray her, treating her as nothing more than food.

“Yes, I…I understand…can I…come out now?” Thalia’s words were a struggle to get out, between the limited air in the stomach and her almost fetal position. She squirmed, trying to sort her limbs out into a more accommodating position. To her dismay, this movement seemed to elicit another moan of pleasure from the moray.

“Mmm…not quite yet, little human. I’d like to savor this for a little while longer. After all, if you don’t break the contract, I may not get to taste you again…how unfair.” She felt an odd sensation as Jade began to move - below the surface of the water, it seemed, until he finally stopped. The stomach squeezed tighter around her as Jade seemed to be lying halfway on his belly on the bottom of the pool.

“You’ll have enough air for the rest of the night.” Even underwater, Jade’s voice could be heard clearly. “I think I’d like a short nap. It would be best for you to sleep too - we both start work early tomorrow, don’t forget.”

Thalia wanted to know how she was still able to breathe - not well, but she didn’t seem to be suffocating - not to mention how Jade could seemingly choose not to digest her - but she did not think she would get the answers she wanted, certainly not from here. She felt the moray’s breathing slow, could hear his heartbeat’s rhythm decrease into a steady thumping that ended up being almost hypnotic. The fear had had time to ebb, and it had drained her of all of her remaining energy. Almost reluctantly, Thalia allowed her eyes to close, hoping that she would be able to open them again in the morning.

Jade was lulled to sleep by the taste of the human lingering in his mouth and the feeling of a full belly, knowing that he would be so reluctant to let them go in the morning. He rubbed the bulge under his chest, barely making out the shape of the human underneath.

He half-hoped the human ended up breaking their contract after all - what a delicious meal they would make.

Hey guys, I know it's been a while. I don't plan on being as active anymore, but I figured I'd share a story I've had in my head for a while. Eat on, my dudes!

#v/ore #v.ore #safe vore #gt vore #extreme cudding #sfw vore #unwilling prey vore #twisted wonderland vore #jade leech vore #vore writing #vore stories #soft vore #fearplay vore

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𝑺𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆-𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰'𝒎 𝑬𝒗𝒊𝒍 >:3

[MINORS DNI]

Content warning: M/? Reader POV

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Things suddenly became very real.

“Stop it you fucking bastard!” I couldn’t hide the humiliation in my cracked, panicky voice. The fact that I was unable to see through velvet lips that puckered against my hips— though my matching blushed face was on full display for him— a front row seat to my terror.

My hair brushed back once again as he quickly exhaled through his nose with a deep chuckle.

I felt my knee connect with the roof of his mouth as I attempted to fight back, but his tongue pushed against his pallet and straightened my legs out, leaving my feet dangling near the back of his throat— my heart jumped Into mine. “Stop it!”

I’m only given a rumbling chuckle as he grins, teeth framing my torso in a frightening display of his wicked delight, my breaths forcing my skin deeper into the incisors, I could feel the bruises already forming.

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Just a little Drabble I thought I’d throw into the void >:3 my my what a terrible predicament we’ve found ourselves in…

#soft vore #v/ore #v.ore #Mouthplay #pre vore #male vore #male pred #m/m vore #Fearplay vore #I posted this last night but I wanted to tweek a bit

[luckyshotwrites]

YANDERE VORE. GODDAMN. I LOVE IT ,, MORE PLEEEASE

(This is a continuation to "DO NOT disobey that trust". In this the character fails to run for the first time. Warning, this is a little heavier than before. And this is the Masterlist for the different endings).

My moments of freedom were cut short…I had studied, watched, and waited for a week. During that time, he always stayed close to me. He'd usually get very touchy, brushing my hair away, pinching my cheeks, or randomly picking me up out of nowhere and holding me close.

Yet, I never felt at peace in his presence. He'd always be watching, tentatively. It was like he waited for me to mess up, or do something against him. So I had to be cautious and make sure I knew the time he left and for how long. It was approximately three hours, every day.

The locks at his doors were like puzzles, so I had to see how he undid them, one every other day. I thought if he saw me watching too long, he'd get suspicious. I would have broken the windows of the cabin but they were barred, and I was far too afraid to fight him even with a weapon. He could easily overpower me, and he demonstrated his strength constantly by holding me to his own whim.

Though I was too hasty I waited an hour to make sure he was gone or far enough from the cabin to notice me undoing the locks. As I knew the puzzles had to be done on either side to unlock.

While doing the last one, I ran into trouble. I frantically tried to put them all back, but couldn't do that either. So I had to work on finishing it the best I could.

It took over an hour to do it and feel the fresh, crisp breeze on my face. I had not set foot outside since he had captured me. And even though it hurt to run on my bare feet, I was happy to be free.

It didn't last.

He held my arm and dragged me back into the house. We went over the threshold and inside. He kicked his leg back into the door, it didn’t shut properly but got stuck by the force. He pulled me past the living room and to the dining table.

THUCK.

He threw the corpse onto the table. It was another person who I met at the lake near town. I had no idea whether they would have helped me or not, but now they were lifeless.

He swung me over to face him. I didn't try to break the grip as he held the hunting knife. 

“What was our one promise?” 

My lip quivered. “Uh…I-”

His smile wavered, he slammed the knife into the table near the corpse. “What was it?”

I exclaimed, “Don’t disobey your trust!”

He hummed while nodding and got closer to me. He let go of my wrist and I fell back into a chair. “That’s right. And what did you decide to do?”

“R-r-run.”

“Uh-huh.” He was close to my own face. “You ran away,” a chuckle started to spring to life, filling the dense room. “After everything I’ve done for you.”

He put a hand over his mouth, gripping at his cheeks, “I’ve been keeping you safe, my precious…” His other hand came up and caressed my face. I knew he could easily encompass it and crush my head. “sweet treasure.”

I shivered at his touch, and his sharp gaze.

He glanced back at the corpse, pulling his hand away from me and his face. I slightly moved in my chair and he grabbed the knife from the table. He pointed it at me, so swiftly that I didn't gasp until after. My body straightened in the chair my size.

"You're not going to leave me again." He said with grip.

"I….un-understand." I stared at the tip.

He noticed he had the knife pointed at me and lowered it with a kind smile.

He pressed his left fingers forward and moved some of my hair from my face. I barely took a breath let alone moved.

"That's wonderful to hear…" he trailed off petting my cheek. "You're very cute.” 

“T-th-”

Before I could finish, he spoke again, “it’s a shame I have to punish you.” 

I flinched and my mouth opened but I couldn't speak. 

He tapped the knife to his chin, "maybe I'll take a finger? You didn't get far and I've been wanting to try it…" He muttered aloud.

A soft whimper left my throat, "what."

He pet my head after hearing it. He sheathed his knife in the case at his back belt loop.

"You need to learn." He said, lightly, he picked up my wrist. "And once you do, we can be happy like before and not have to worry about this EVER AGAIN."  

I realized where my hand was and that he held it by his lips. I tried to pull it away but his grip locked. Then, his other arm went over the top part of my chest to make sure my body stayed put.

I couldn’t close my hand in time. He slipped my pointer finger into his mouth.

He purred over it with his tongue, stroking it inside his mouth almost delicately while his teeth brushed my skin.

“I won’t run away again,” I whimpered, “please, don’t.”

He pulled back, allowing my glossed finger freedom. His warm breath casted over it. I forced my fist closed, and his deep wine colored hue laid over my hand, infatuated.

A smirk quivered up, “are you trying to avoid your punishment?" His tongue crept out, slathering across my bare knuckles.

His vision relaxed as he did so, while I felt far too unsettled to thrash. His twisted smile rose. He slowly opened his mouth wider to put my fist in it.

His teeth started to slowly press at my wrist, almost pricking me. I shakily whined trying to beat out his own moans as he tasted every inch.

It soon got worse.

He pushed further. His mouth slipped down my arm and I unclenched my hand when it pressed at the back of his throat. I could feel its soft spasms, awaiting his next swallow.

I wanted to pull yet my will wouldn't let me. He nearly had up to my elbow in his mouth and I felt my hand entering his tight esophagus. All the while, his eyes were occupied with pleasure.

Though, something made him release. He let up, and because I was teetering over in my chair, I fell off. I hit the ground far to worried about my wet arm then the drop. I cradled it close to myself.

He gulped thickly, before a laugh traveled out. 

“Your flesh is so soft and tender.~” He said between his snickering as he crouched. I wanted to crawl but my legs were weak.

“It makes you so VERY special.” He gave a deep exhale, obsessively eyeing my arm, almost like he wanted to take it from me.

And he grabbed at the wrist that cradled it. He pulled it toward himself, and started to wet it as well suckling over my forearm.

I cried out, and he let go. He inspected me as if he dislocated my arm with his hard tugging. It allowed me to push back and create more distance between us.

He stood up, “sorry, dear, I really can’t help myself.”

I kept my lips pursed, not knowing what to say or do. He was larger than me, nearly twice my height, but seeing his mouth open, feeling the sharp edges of his teeth, and the push of his strong wet, throat and tongue muscles, I was afraid.

“I-I’m so-so-sorry.” I could only apologize and hope he was done.

He smiled lovingly. It looked like he adored the fear in my voice and on my face.

He walked to me with heavy stomps of his boots.

I trembled as he grabbed me and forced me up. He hunched slightly, and pressed me into his body.

He whispered once he surrounded me, “shh, don’t worry you’re sweet sweet little head.” He lightly squeezed. "That was only a taste of what your punishment will be if you try to run away again.~” 

I flinched, not just from his soft serenade of his threat, but from the low, hungry grooowel at his abdomen where my head pressed...

(Hey, thanks for reading and Anon, I hope this satisfies that craving. xD AND YOU READING THIS, YES YOU, HAVE A GREAT DAY!)

#vore writing #vore story #yandere vore? #yandere male #fearplay vore #slight maw play #This was a LOT longer than I am supposed to make requests. I just ran with it. #soft vore #v.0re #luckyshotwrites

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Do ya have any pred headcanons about sna//tch//er? :>

WOOOOOO- OKAY :33 WE DON'T HAVE MANY, ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE WE INTERACTED WITH THE FANDOM.

SOOO WE MAY OR MAY NOT SEE HIM WITH A YELLOW FORKED TONGUE 💀 And with yellow insides too, tight like a snake.

He is very snake like so he is snake to us, grumpy but terrifying type. He is rarely nice though. Which he is into fear play or G/T vore...he can turn you small or by default still be taller then you.

Dont agree to the contract? He has other plans for you already! He's doesn't always pop the head off his victims... mewehehe.

He might curl up like a snake and rest his head above one his stomachs; where prey could be.

Oh? Yeah, we see him with two stomachs. First one for normal food/living things, second for souls. Very different digestive acids in each, main stomach is the second one since he feeds on souls usually, so the acid is a bit stronger to break down. First one is like a normal organics gut, just yellow gold and glowy.

And don't worry about us mentioning the digestion stuff, cause its usually soft digestion(respawn/regeneration), and yes he can still do soft/safe.

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Okay this is mostly what we have rn, hehe.

#vore blog #Tw vore #Vore Tw #soft vore #v0re #Safe vore #Ghost pred #Ghost vore #Let's try this tag- #AH!T vore #Soft digestion #Digestion mention #Regeneration vore #Fearplay vore #G/T vore #⚠🐾 Peter Speaks 🐾⚠ #Vore headcanons

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okay so I’ve been trying out knew stuff so  warning fear play furry vore :> if you don’t like shoo 

#furry vore #gt furry #giant tiny furry #sfw furry #sfw vore #cheetah furry #fear play #fearplay vore

[fairlyqualityanon]

(Giving A) Pass On

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Soft, safe, clean vore from the POV of the prey. Tiny manages to talk Giant into some willing fearplay. Contains mouthplay, foodplay, fluff, a lot of friendly teasing, and (of course) fearplay. Alternate title is “Karla is the ultimate disgusting vore trash and proud of it”. References Trompement but isn’t the direct sequel. 6.4k+ words

It's obvious why a predator would enjoy fearplay (including consensual), but why would the prey want to be scared? I’ve also long been on the fence regarding digestion, and wrote this piece to address both of my questions. Been working on it on and off for a couple years, posting as a birthday present to myself.

Warning! The vore is soft/safe/clean/willing but they're play-acting an unwilling/soft digestion scenario where the predator is a (sapient) dragon.

—————————————————————————————————–  “Karla?”

“Hmm?” She wasn't really paying attention, shuffling through the mess of papers around her on the coffee table. One of them somewhere had her scrawled steps from question 5 and she'd thought she was done with them, but her answer to question 19 made no sense and-

“Karla.”

“What?” Couldn't he see that she was busy?

“Karrrlaaaaa~”

“What!?” the woman snapped, not looking at him. “I'm busy studying because – unlike you – I have actual exams!”

“Yeah, about that.”

The tiny tried to ignore him but failed when, with a startled yelp, she was swung up into the air by her feet with her arms dangling above her head. “I’m busyyyyy,” Karla whined, looking at the upside-down human.

“With your studies, I know. But your birthday’s coming up after finals, right?”

Her eyes lit up. “You’re making a cake again!?” Oh, playing with that thing had been so much fun...

“Well, yeah, but that’s not what I wanted to say.” Rikard’s head tilted and he set Karla back down on the table. “You’ve been helping me a lot with all my assignments and it’s taking up your study time even though you’re the one at risk of getting kicked out and I’m really proud of you for that and I wanted-” he got out in a rush, nearly tripping over his words, “-wanted to do something nice to celebrate you doing so well in your exams. And, well, I was thinking...” he looked away, twisting his hands together, “you've never outright said it but you've kinda dropped hints which made me wonder if... if you wanted me to try to be scary the next time we have a snack together.”

She clapped her hands to her mouth, eyes shining. “You really mean it!?” Karla squealed in astonished joy.

“But you have to ace all your exams first!” Rikard said in a rush, “I really mean it, not even a single percent off!”

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Rikard waited patiently outside the entrance to the facility, pointedly avoiding meeting the eyes of the few passersby, who politely averted their own gaze in return. Were it any other department, a nonstudent would have their presence questioned, but new admissions learned quite quickly that it was better not to know when it came to Life Studies.

He didn't have to wait long before Karla rushed out of the smaller door, squealing his name. "Rikard! I did it I did it I diiiiiid it!~" she trilled.

He rolled his eyes. “Just so you know, this is the closest I've ever come to hoping you'd bomb a test.”

“You promised!” Karla stuck her tongue out at him, clutching her graded paper to her chest happily and practically dancing in place with excitement. “So that means no take-backs!”

Smiling fondly, he helped her up into his breast pocket. "Let's go figure out what to have for dinner, sweetheart."

She cackled manically, unable to hold still on the way back to their shared apartment. The moment the door closed behind them, she waved the document in the air, "Stick it on the fridge," the tiny yelled, "I want to be able to remember this!"

Rikard did so, humming to himself as he picked up Karla and held her close to his face. "I have a couple ideas how we could do this. How about the 'dragon captured a princess' trope?"

"I hardly need to act for that one," Karla grinned, "but sure, it can't be any dumber than those stupid pulp novel plotlines you'd find at a used book store."

Instead of a reply, the human gave her face a teasing flick of his tongue and grinned.

“Ew, gross!” She laughed, turning her head and playfully pushing at his tongue. “Is that really how a princess ought to be treated?”

“Oh, it's going to be a lot more gross where you'll end up.” He grinned at her, brown eyes twinkling with mischief as Rikard licked his lips for emphasis. “And being a meal is hardly dignified, but 'death by dragon' would make for a pretty badass epitaph, don't you think?”

“True, but it's just not dramatic enough for me.” Karla stretched out a leg to poke his chin with her shoe. She lounged in the human's hand, splaying the back of her own hand against her forehead as if about to faint. “Oh noes,” she said in a quavery voice, “I'm so delicate and frail in my regal nobility, doomed to be nothing more than lizard kibble. Oh please please ple~he~hease, won't someone help me?” The borrower cracked open an eye to see he was watching her, bemused. “I know you don't like begging, but would you let me indulge just a little?”

The corners of his lips twitched, fighting a smile, before conceding with a toothy grin. “If the delicious-” He winked, “- I mean, delicate princess has the strength to be a squirmy little snack as well.”

“Yes!” Karla pumped her fist triumphantly before throwing her arms around his thumb and hugging as tightly as she could. “This is gonna be awesome!” She clapped her hands together eagerly. “You don’t have to do a ‘voice’, but maybe work in a few angry noises after you swallow? Snarl a couple times, and those happy grumbles your stomach greets me with will sound all feral instead of welcoming.”

“I know I probably won't be quite as scary as you want, let alone too scary, but,” he poked her in the ribs gently, sober faced with a hint of concern shining through the hunger in his eyes, “you'll still let me know if it's too much?”

“Idiot.” She slugged the offending finger, but smiled as she did so. Even if he 'only' cared for her as a friend, he was still one of her best. “I'll say, um...” Damn. Safe words should be completely unrelated to the roleplay, but she didn't really know where they'd be going with their game just yet. “... bagel?” Karla finished with a shrug.

“More food?” Rikard chuckled, shaking his head slowly.

“Are you saying you have an issue with the most versatile of breakfast foods?” Karla said, pressing a hand to her chest as if absolutely horrified by the thought, then she chuckled, “I was thinking something sweeter, like an eclair, but that wouldn't be fair-” Karla smirked at her rhyme, “-since that would take my place as dessert.” Her eyes narrowed further and she smiled coyly up at him. “Speaking of... I was thinking of some very specific dishes that would be perfect for this game of pretend.”

Rikard grinned broadly. “Oh, really? You know I'm not picky since you go with everything.”

Karla stuck out her tongue at him, but he only chuckled and licked his lips again. Rolling her eyes, she continued, “I was thinking some kind of meat – for the smell, of course – and definitely mashed potatoes for the sense of being surrounded by half-digested prey.”

He grimaced in distaste. Acting as if he was a predator solely concerned with filling its belly was one thing if necessary to save someone, and he'd let himself be talked into pretending for his friend, but Rikard was squeamish about pretending to have digested someone else, even if that 'someone' had never existed, was made up.

“Aww, come on!” Karla whined upon seeing his expression, clasping her hands in front of her face pleadingly, “Just this once? We'll both have safe words so we're not crossing anybody's boundaries. I really want to try and know what it would feel like, that rush of adrenaline as I'm sucked down the throat of a hungry predator.” She patted his palm gently, working on a hopeful smile. “It would work in everything you love about having a tiny snack~”

His friend made a good point, a very good point. This tiny wasn't just willing to struggle and play-fight; she wanted to pretend to be the unwilling prey of a predator who saw her only as an easy meal. Rikard couldn't for the life of him understand the appeal of such a fantasy, but it meant she'd kick and flail and squirm the entire way down to his full and churning gut. She could probably even be convinced to rub his belly while she was in there.

So he sighed, looking up at the ceiling. “Alright, alright. I'll see if I can still remember how monsters take their supper.”

“Great!” Karla made the series of hops down to the floor, skipping into the kitchen. “I'll start peeling the potatoes!”

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They didn’t talk much, having established over the past couple of years which cooking responsibilities could be shared, and which must be performed by that person in particular. Karla kept humming nonsense to herself, too excited to stick to any one theme.

Rikard awkwardly stirred the sheep gravy, his attention on the flickering crystal of fire magic embedded in the burner. Kerogen was too expensive for use outside of Null Zones, and the less said about Karla's foray into pyromancy, the better. Those expense justification forms had been incredibly annoying, but when he’d suggested to the office jockey that they supervise her attempts... That poor guy only recently got out of therapy; Rikard sent him a card as apology.

Making sure not to accidentally drop hot gravy on his tiny friend, he ladeled the sauces into serving bowls, carrying them to the table while watching his feet carefully. He hadn’t yet stepped on any of his borrower friends - or any smaller beings in the city - but one couldn’t be too cautious.

He held out a serving spoonful for Karla to take from with her own serving spoon, waiting until she’d filled her plate.

The tiny kept shooting strange looks at him while she ate.

“What are you staring at?” he asked nervously.

“Nothing,” she replied with a grin, “just thinking about how I can't wait for dessert.”

Rikard glanced away with a faint flush, prodding at his mashed potatoes in embarrassment.

'Nothing' wasn't entirely true; Karla had been watching his throat bob as he swallowed each bite, dwelling on how fascinatingly anonymous such an action was; unless you'd seen what went into his mouth you'd have essentially no clue what was being sent on its way into his gut.

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“Phew, I think I just about hit my limit.” Rikard wiped his face with a napkin. “You done eating, honey?”

Karla whooped, bounding across the table to stand on his plate. “Yup, I’m good. Let’s do this thing!”

He shook his head in amusement. “Don’t you forget - ‘bagel’.”

“Pft,” she waved her hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it, just be as absolutely monstrous as you can.”

“Hmm, okay.” The human nodded. “I’ll try and get the scene set up.”

She squeed wordlessly, clapping her hands together and vibrating with excitement.

“The dragon lets out a mighty roar as the last of the princess' valiant would-be-saviors is sealed inside its bulging gut. Distortions ripple wildly against its flank as the knights continue their battle deep within the beast, their cries of defiance and shouts of exhortation muffled by the thick slabs of muscle hidden beneath its bright scales.” Rikard patted his full stomach, shooting a boyish grin at Karla.

She leaned forward, eyes lighting up as she narrated back, legs swinging idly off the side of the table, “Tears stream from the princess' eyes as she mourns the knights. Though she knows neither names nor faces, every brave soul who has wound up as dragon kibble is etched into her memory – whether they be knight, peasant boy, treasure-seeker, or husband-intended – and she shall remember them to the end of her days.”

Rikard stuck out his tongue as far as he could and slowly licked his lips, grinning at how cartoonish he must have looked. “That day may be coming sooner than the princess expects, for while the dragon had tended to his royal captive for many months, it had grown tired of using her as bait. You see,” he managed a comically dark chuckle, “it knew that eventually the rescue attempts would cease, and though this batch of knights was well-equipped, there were far fewer of them than the dragon was used to feasting upon; at first, it had been too bloated to fly – and almost to walk – after hunting down the entirety of a rescue party, and would block the cave with its massive body so the princess could not wander while it slept off its meal. While the knights – finally beginning to succumb to the acids and the stomach walls grinding them against each other – were a filling meal, it is thinking fondly of dessert.”

“The princess gives a single dignified –” Karla paused, managing to work up a few tears, which she blotted while sniffling, “– sob, and resigns herself to another night of confinement. But then the dragon turns its head to face her, and she sees that the ferociously hungry glint in its eyes has not dimmed in the slightest. It sidesteps towards her and...” Karla took a step back for a leap onto Rikard's gut, “pins her to the wall with its muscly flank so the burbles and groans from the digesting knights echo through her body.”

“Careful, honey,” he hissed a breath through his teeth, wincing, “I think I really did eat too much.”

She stuck her tongue out at him, and slowly eased down until her body was draped over his stomach, ear pressed flat against the fabric of his shirt. “I guess I'll just have to listen to your dinner start to digest while I wait for your stomach to make room.” Perfect. Everything would be churning around wildly by the time she'd be added to the mix. Karla glanced up at her friend with a mischievous smirk. “How kind of the dragon to give his princess advance notice of what to expect when she arrives at her new home.”

Rikard sighed in exasperation, rolling his eyes, but decided to humor her. “A courteous host would apologize for the 'royal' mess all those knights have left it, but it's just so hungry it's afraid she'll have to add the finishing touches herself.” He carefully set his hand over her, applying just a hint of pressure to help add to the illusion she'd described.

“Mm, that could be taken more than one way,” she noted with a solemn nod, snuggling contentedly between his palm and gut, gently massaging his belly in a broad circle.

“Of course!” he said brightly, “there's no excuse for being sharp with royalty, even if she's being featured in a dragon's feast. An elegant lady such as the princess deserves special treatment, since she'll put a fine shine on the dragon's mighty horns, just like the knights are currently being processed into its glimmering scales.” Rikard concluded with a solemn nod, “It would be utterly disrespectful to treat her as some ordinary everyday snack.”

“Sounds about right,” Karla agreed, “since I'm- er, she is an incredibly fancy dessert, and I'm sure the hungry dragon appreciates just how rare a delicacy she is. One final knight, still clinging to life, gasps with his final breath, 'I'm sorry m'lady...' before sinking lifelessly down into the boiling chyme.”

She could feel him tense up and frowned to herself, why did her friend have to be so blasted squeamish? They were just words, nobody was getting hurt, and she'd outright asked him to be all scary when he ate her. If anyone, she should be the concerned party, role-playing as an innocent maiden about to be consumed and promptly digested. “Fiiiiine, I'll tone it down a notch,” Karla grumbled. “Can I at least fight your attempts to put me in your mouth, then?”

“I'm not chasing you around the house, Karla. Buuuut,” he scooped her up between his hands and set her back on the table, “it's not like the princess can run anywhere now, can she?” Loosely encircling her with his fingers, he grinned broadly. “So as long as you're careful not to knock out my teeth, sure thing.” The man very slowly licked his lips, noticing how her eyes tracked the movement. “So I'm sorry there's not enough room for you yet, hon, but you can't blame me for wanting a taste, can you?”

Gently pinning her arms beside her, he leaned forward and very slowly licked up her body. “Hahaha noooo stoppit that tickles!” Shrieking a laugh, Karla flailed, unable to prevent his tongue from reaching all the way up to her face.

Pulling away, Rikard smacked his lips happily and grinned back at her. “Have I told you you're absolutely delicious?”

“Lots of times, and hah! If you think flattery can get you out of this, you're mistaken, buster!” Karla pointed dramatically. “You'll never know if that inconvenient itch is natural or mage-induced, and you won't be able to prove I did it anyways!” An idle threat – at least today – but it was one she'd seriously considered, a countermeasure to any mischief he might ever try.

“I won't?~” The human very slowly raised a single eyebrow then suddenly ducked down to nip her arm, teeth snagging at her wrist.

The tiny first yelped in shock, attempting to pull her left hand out. Unsurprisingly, nothing happened. Narrowing her eyes, she pried at his lower lip, grumbling, “You. Are. Cheating!” His teeth parted after a moment and Karla braced her feet to tug herself free, but was instead sucked forward up to her shoulder with a loud slurp followed by several quieter, gentler ones. The back of her head was right beside his nose, making it all but impossible to glare in his eyes. As was, his breath was loud in her ears and warm down her back. Karla called up to him, clenching the hand in his mouth into a fist, “Are you going to keep being a tease or are you going to finally get around to eating me?”

He drew in a slow breath, swirling his tongue around her arm, before parting his teeth just enough for Karla to finally draw her arm out, nearly falling over. Rikard's tongue dragged across her skin the entire time and when her arms emerged it was coated with saliva. She glared from it to him as he let out a just-as-slow breath in a pleased hum.

“Congratulations, princess,” Rikard licked his lips again with a wicked grin, leaning forward even more to breathe potato-and-gravy breath over her, “you've aced the dragon's grueling taste test. Graduation will be the most agonizing hour of the princess' life, but then she'll never have to worry about pain ever again; the dragon will keep her safe in the best way it knows how. It backs away, still keeping her cornered and brings its head around, breathing in a long breath as it inhales her scent.”

Karla stood up straight with a grin. “As the dragon's massive jaws part in front of her and its tongue lolls out expectantly, she shies from its rank breath. Still unsuspecting, the princess assumes it is simply bragging again, and bats at its snout.” She rapped both her fists against Rikard’s nose, sticking her tongue out teasingly.

“It bares its fangs in a crocodile smile, strands of sticky drool clinging to its sharp teeth. The princess really should be more concerned with its tail at the moment.” As he spoke, Rikard knocked his pinky against her calves, catching her with his other hand as he swept one of her legs up into his mouth. “Becaush i’sh roo’ ‘o ea’ wish your hansh.”

She dangled from his lips, staring at the upside-down room grumpily. “I'm gonna get dizzy from this, y'know!” Karla complained. Feeling his fingers gently pinch her free ankle, pulling her left leg up beside her right to pop it into his mouth as well, she folded her arms and huffed sullenly. “You're supposed to be a fat greedy stupid dragon, why are you dragging this out so much?” She scowled at his hand as it slipped behind her back, propping her up to where she could look in his eyes again.

They glinted with mischief as Rikard slowly and deliberately sucked on her legs before mumbling around them, “'ragon'sh not shupi', knowsh i' only gesh 'o ea' her onesh. Going 'o shavor you shlow. Gif prinshesh a niiiiishe an rela'shing 'rip in'o ish belly.”

Slurp. Karla yelped and would have fallen over at the jolt if she weren't already flat on her back. She could feel that his lips were now at her thighs and, spying the tendril of drool leaking out the side of his mouth, grinned wildly. Oh, it is on. She hooked an arm around one of his fingers and tried pulling a leg free, yelping in surprise when she felt the pressure of his teeth on either sides of her knee. That dorky grin of his grew upon realizing that she now knew exactly how this was about to go down.

His teeth parted as he drew her slightly into his mouth with his tongue. Whenever Karla managed to pull a millimeter or two of spit-soaked jeans back out, Rikard's hand only pushed her further into his maw, teeth barely dimpling her skin. She pulled, and he pushed, the end result being that more and more of her disappeared into his mouth as time went on.

The loud slurping and sucking sounds were gratuitous and over-the-top, but they were for her benefit. When he'd confessed that she was, indeed, his favorite tiny snack, she'd been expecting to hear that she tasted like some kind of fancy dessert, like marzipan or the richest and most decadent chocolate. Instead, Karla had her flavor compared to a dusty old tome. How was 'rotting book' supposed to be a compliment? Clearly Rikard didn't consider it an insult, given the expression of lazy satisfaction on his face as he licked at her like she was a piece of hard candy, eyes half closed and unfocused, fully intent on savoring every last inch of her.

When his teeth grazed her midsection Karla let go of her friend's hand, trusting Rikard to support her so she could place her hands on his lips. Grunting with effort, she pushed as hard as she could, trying to wriggle free, legs beating against a tongue that seemingly effortlessly shoved them about.

“Mmn nnn nnn,” he hummed with a roguish smirk, each suck now a powerful jolt threatening to dislodge her grip. Finally she felt that surge of adrenaline as her heart rate sped up, experiencing what would be a prey's final glimpses of the outside world while the hungry predator teased its desperate morsel, playing with its food.

Muttering, “Gimme a sec,” under her breath just loudly for him to hear, Karla squirmed around so that she was face down. She wasn't sure Rikard had heard her at first, but sure enough the strong tugs slowed, though the jerk didn't stop licking at her, absolutely coating her lower body with the copious amount of drool pooling in his mouth.

“The princess turns to bid farewell to the sun, descending below the horizon in a beautiful blaze of colors as surely as she would soon descend into the beast's gullet.” All the light in the room was artificial, as the real sunrise ended early in the mountains, but it didn't matter one bit to Karla's vivid imagination. “Goodbyeeee, cruel world,” she wailed theatrically as she watched his tongue snake around her outstretched arm, drawing her fully into his mouth, her fingers making one last snatch at the air before they, too, disappeared behind his lips.

Rikard nibbled playfully at her as she settled down on his tongue lengthwise and signaled that it was now his turn to have a little bit of fun. It wasn't entirely selfish of her to relax languidly against his bumpy tongue as he tasted her; all of that saliva welling up, slathering her body, was essential for when he finally gulped her down.

She'd tried to explain to some of those who knew their secret – whether they'd experienced it first-hand for themselves or not – and few seemed to understand. Karla loved every last part of this, from deciding to prepare a snack all the way to when she was curled up with the rapidly dissolving rest of that same snack deep in his gut. And what was so wrong with wanting to spend time with Rikard this way? Nobody was getting hurt, and everyone had reached the age of maturity and given informed consent.

The woman smiled, eyes closed, while her friend's tongue worked all the stiffness from her muscles. A masseuse would be so expensive, and Karla doubted they'd be as interesting a conversationalist. While it was difficult for Rikard to talk with her in his mouth – in addition to being a jarring interruption in her relaxation – there was no need for words right now; the gentle purrs echoing up his throat as he turned her around and the soft moans when he paused to suck on her were sufficient.

She smirked and trailed her fingers across the surface of his tongue, amusing herself by trying to identify the different types of lingual papillae. When her fingers brushed onto the Filiform region his tongue bucked under her. “Oho? Is someone a little... ticklish?” Though they weren't 'true' taste buds, filiform papillae were highly sensitive to touch, so she wiggled her fingers in a rapid pattern, feeling Rikard's tongue twitch, and cackled madly.

His tongue twitched once more and twisted, tipping her sideways to slam her back against his teeth with a playful growl. Looks like massage time is over. Karla grinned broadly and began wrestling with the slick appendage that shoved her back and forth in his mouth, only pausing in roughly kneading along her entire body to suck back the drool that kept threatening to flood the area with a loud slurp and swallow.

Karla smirked again, triumphant; as much as the man had stuttered and stammered and outright denied it, Rikard made for quite the scary predator. She'd seen as much, hadn't she, when he'd helped her dish out some long-awaited karma on Julie and that weirdo friend? He'd terrified them, convincing them whole-heartedly that they had ceased to be people and had become but merely a protein-laden meal, their bodies no more than meat destined to stew away to nothingness in his gut.

She remembered feeling the intense pangs of what she later realized was jealousy. Though the memories of the ferocious look on his face and the helplessly wriggling bulges in his throat and belly had entertained her for over a week, she'd still caught herself wishing that she'd been on the other end of that little display, her own heart pounding with adrenaline as she was gulped down out of sight. The ungrateful brats hadn't understood how lucky they were! Okay, okay, thinking you were about to die did kinda put a damper on things, but she knew the truth, so it should have been alright.

Unfortunately for her, Rikard appeared to have been scared by his actions and so as much as she wanted to ask for a repeat performance – starring her own self as the frantically flailing morsel this time – she wouldn't, out of respect for his clearly stated wishes. It made this reward all the more special, because he'd gone to so much trouble, trying to find a way to be the predator she wanted him to be without exiting his comfort zone or stretching at his annoyingly firm moral code. In return, she would make sure he enjoyed every last moment of his snack, too. Hey, what were best friends for?

Accompanied by a deep breath and what was almost a gutteral snarl, Karla was suddenly rattled between tongue and palate as Rikard threw his head back, tongue pushing in time with loud gulping swallows. Another spike of adrenaline shot through her as she yelled “Wait! Hang o- Ahh!”

She could feel her pulse pounding in her throat as she clawed desperately at his tongue. Crammed unceremoniously into his throat, his muscles squeezed tightly to drag her deeper as each gulp was accompanied by a ferocious growl. What must have been his fingers prodded firmly at her, the harsh noises eventually replaced by a contented purr.

“Ahh,” Rikard drawled the moment Karla disappeared behind his collarbone, “down the princess goes, sliding inch by inch through its muscular crop as the dragon closes its eyes with a dopey smile. Though but a one-way trip, it hopes her journey nonetheless goes smoothly because it has reserved a special place in its horns for her essence.”

“You ass-,” she giggled, the word cut off as she passed through his lower esophageal sphincter, “-hole, I wasn't ready yet!” Even though she knew she could breathe just as easily amidst the sea of chyme as she could outside, Karla still held her breath as she splashed into the chewed-up food, sinking quickly beneath its surface.

He sighed happily, and she could hear the smile in his voice. “Whoops. Was the dragon hungrier than the fair maiden thought? Or maybe she was simply too delicious for her own good. Remember,” Rikard added in a teasing sing-song, “you wanted to be sca~ared. Now then, where did my little morsel go? The dragon's gut is packed so full from its knightly feast it can't even feel her in there.”

Karla grinned savagely, struggling through the food swirling around her to place her hands against his stomach wall. Just because dinner was her treat didn't mean she couldn't still give him all the squirmy massaging rubs she knew her friend loved so much.

“Oh dear,” Rikard purred, “that's the wrong side. Wanna try again, little morsel?”

“Well, shoot,” she replied, swinging her fist in disappointment, “looks like the mighty predator has a massive gut to accommodate its foul gluttony. She'll just have to keep trying.” Kicking off from the lining – was that his backbone just on the other side? – she swam through the softening slurry to collide with another section of stomach wall.

“There you are!” he exclaimed happily, “I can aalllllmost see a little bump right there. The dragon didn't mind showing off all the knights it had captured like trophies, but it expected the princess to go out with a bit more dignity than that. It brings its head around again, gazing fondly at the barely visible protests of its rich supper before prodding her into the depths of its gut with a guttural hiss that sounds rather like 'how crass'.” True to his word, what felt like a set of knuckles pressed at his belly, digging around forcibly and causing her to lose her grip, shoving her deep into the mush every time she tried to grab hold again.

“The very defiant princess beats at the folds of the dragon's ravenous stomach, though she knows she stands even less of a chance than those valiant knights.” Karla closed her eyes, going limp for a moment as his gut gurgled around her. “She sheds one last tear for them, knowing that soon her body will be merely more unidentifiable chunks of meat among the softening metal armor of her knights.” She grabbed as tight a grip as she could of the nearest rugae fold and kicked her feet against the walls of Rikard's stomach, kneading with her free arm. “Though she curses at it in a dainty voice with the foulest oaths she knows, royalty will no more beg than it will bow.”

The wall stiffened, a burbling noise sweeping past her and back up through his throat, exiting with a loud “Urp.” It sounded just like a hiccup that Karla shrieked with laughter.

“Do I- D- I-” Agh, she couldn't get the words out! “Do I need to figure out where your back is to give you a slap?” She'd never considered that eating someone could cause hiccups!

Rikard whined, “I'd really rather you didn't. Having you for dessert left no room even for air and it's almost kind of painful.”

“Aww, no, I'm really sorry, Rikard.” Karla's face fell; she felt bad for hurting him. “I didn't really think how stuffing yourself would make you feel. ...do you want to stop now?”

“I think I'm alright?” He let out a laugh that was part hiss of discomfort, “Finally found a downside to eating you last. I'm going to go lie down on the couch, see if that helps any.”

“'Kay,” she replied, gently brushing the walls of the organ that was proving to be such an unexpected problem. “Just let me know when you're ready, since it's not like I'm going anywhere,” she quipped, earning a strained chuckle from her friend as his gut sloshed with every step he took.

Rikard groaned, Karla's inner ear telling her she was suddenly sideways as she started to sink through the chyme again, having to reorient herself. “Feels a bit better now. If you want to keep 'fighting' then you can go ahead, just be sure and keep it gentle, okay?”

“Nah, I think I'm done kicking you,” she smirked. “Though if we're keeping score then I think the angry princess has officially earned a point.” That was pretty funny, too – the made-up damsel giving the made-up dragon a nasty case of indigestion, while the real 'prey' tried to soothe her 'predator's' stomachache.

“Pft, she's still merely – how did you put it? something about 'dragon kibble'? – the food equivalent of a nightcap, so that point's going right back to the dragon once she's no more.” His breathing had finally evened out, sounding painfully ragged no longer. “Where'd we leave off? I think you had the princess refuse to be pushed around in its gut. Sooo... the dragon belches out a long tongue of flame in a triumphant roar and smacks its scaly chops with a scaly smirk. It lumbers over to curl up in its hoard and dream of tasty princesses lining up to serve themselves on a silver platter.”

“As full as the fat dragon's gut is, the remnants of its meal press at her gently, with no room to really work at her.” Karla sighed happily to herself before pasting a sad frown on her face. “The princess tries to take solace in the knowledge that she will pass out from lack of air long before the beast's belly can get started on melting her body down into just a nutrient-rich slurry.”

His lungs nearby whooshed with a loud yawn. “Ah, oh man. I know I ate a lot but I wasn't expecting the onset of a food coma. Sorry, hun, but I think that's it for tonight; yawns don’t sound much like roars so you’ll just have to settle for gurgles."

“Hey, that's not fair! You can just lie there and let your stomach do the work for you; I have to actually exert myself in here!”

“Heh, remember, kiddo, you didn't want that dragon to care about what the princess wanted, only what it wanted. And I say -”

The sudden pressure on the other side of his flesh shoved her back into the churning mess, threatening to disorient her. She growled quietly and pushed through the chyme to give him as close to a kick as she dared.

“- that the dragon wanted a belly packed full of princess to lull it to sleep. So just blame the king then, since he sent exactly the right amount of knights for the dragon to feel drowsy after dinner. You know...” Karla could barely feel his hand, very gently brushing over where she continued to massage at his stomach lining. “... you laughed. If we ever do this again, we could make that a challenge – whoever laughs first loses.”

“Hmm.” That sounded like a pretty good idea. “What do I get if I win?”

“You don't get anything today, silly – you lost, so you 'get' to apologize via massage to that same stomach lining you were beating up.” Rikard yawned again. “Why don't you think about it and let me know in the morning? I'm beat, g'night honey.”

“You should at least go brush your teeth.” She made a face and waved a hand through the goo in front of her nose, even though he wouldn't be able to see it, Rikard would likely guess she'd done so. “Otherwise I'll have to smell your morning breath on the way out.”

“Mnf. No. Tired. Too comfortable. G'night.” Another drawn-out yawn as he slurred sleepily, “Princess, since you're obviously not digested yet, you mind reminding the slumbering dragon that you're not going out without a fight, even as you boil down to mush in its gut?” Rikard's hand rubbed in a firm circle across his stomach again. “Call it my prize for making you laugh tonight.”

“I oughta give you a leg cramp for that, buster,” Karla grumbled, running her hands over the rugae with a faint grin on her face. She could do that easily; the only hard part would be finding a hand-hold, as most of his rugae had receded to faint creases in his packed-full stomach. Humming very quietly to herself, she kneaded at the lining with both feet and her free hand, smiling as his breathing gradually deepened and slowed into the gentle rhythm of sleep. Once she was sure Rikard was out cold, she simply unclasped her hand and allowed herself to be shoved back into the goopy remains of dinner as his gut churned loudly around her.

All of those gurgles, the wet splishes and blorps as the chyme was forced into his intestines, his swollen belly gradually deflating through the night as digestion ran its course on his devoured 'prey' – all reassuring noises to her while the unaware would have been utterly terrified. Contrary to the topic of their little game, once morning arrived she would be the only thing left tucked away in his gut, their theatrical props having been absorbed deeper into the human's body, nourishing him so he could care for her.

A stomach wasn't her all-time favorite place to sleep, but his stomach had always been where she felt safest, protected by a friend she knew and trusted, and by an amalgamation of ancient magic which neither of them quite understood. Karla let the gentle rocking motions of her slimy surroundings lull her to sleep, stretching out with a quiet yawn as she closed her eyes. Best. Birthday. Ever!

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Let me know what you think! :D I always check tags when somebody reblogs my writing.

#willing vore #unwilling vore #willing prey #unwilling prey #I really dont like when people use all the tags #but theres both and I dont want people to see it if they dont like it #Yes I did stick a spoon in my mouth to figure out which letters a person could and could not pronounce #eventually Ill write out a sequel where they both visit the Sustenance Shack #anyway have a little tidbit of lore regarding dragons and magic #soft vore #safe vore #clean vore #fearplay vore #gt fearplay #gt vore #FQA writing #vore writing #vore fic #vore fanfic #Reluctant Rikard #mouthplay #mouthplay vore #RR vore

[showrunnerihardlyknowher]

kissing a (terrified) tiny is good but the giant slightly parting their lips to lick up the entire length of their body immediately afterwards is even better

#g/t #giant/tiny #macro/micro #gianttiny #size difference #g/t fluff #g/t fearplay #g/t angst #fearplay #g/t scenario #g/t community #bonus points of it leaves spit all over theeeeeem <3 #this is meant to be a fearplay scenario but you could use it for vore to ig #you do you homie

[safe-from-sharp-teeth]

the real fearplay in vore is the fact that as a prey my JEANS are going to get WET. If you catch me screaming and going full fight in fight-or-flight mode, it's not because you're a terrifying pred, it's because my legs are halfway down your throat and my pants and socks are WET

#it is THE. WORST. SENSATION. #and all vore authors gloss over it #IMMERSION BREAKING #I'D RATHER DIE #extreme cuddling #safe vore #soft vore #idek what to tag this #prey problems #amiright #fearplay #vore talk #v0re #tw vore

[pineappleparfaitie]

One of my favorite vore tropes is rlly good fearplay and pred being a meanie but having 0 ill intent and the prey freakin out and then after the pred noms thhe prey they turn into the biggest pillow soft teddy bear idk man hit 'post' its almost 1 am

#sfw vore #soft vore #extreme cuddling #eaten alive trope #swwh #e a/t #safe vore #nonfatal vore #g/t fearplay #fear play

[toast-tales]

In the World of Monsters, P11

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Danny finally spends a night outside of Christopher’s stomach, but it’s no less eventful. Christopher gets a midnight surprise, and a chance to flex his new “protector of the house” role. ~4500 words, vore (soft, safe but mentions digestion), g/t, unwilling prey, fearplay. You guys know the drill. 

Intruder

The rest of the day passed without event, and Danny couldn't be more grateful. In the last few days, she hadn't been able to catch a fucking break. She could probably count still being trapped in Christopher's house as part of the long string of never-ending nightmares, but at least she wasn't inside someone...for now, anyways.

Nathan had dropped by earlier, but after verifying Danny's condition (unhappy but safe), he had only stood around awkwardly before mumbling some excuse about cleaning the house before his parents came home. Danny had watched him leave sadly, wanting to beg him to keep her company for a bit longer.

Not like I can blame him for not wanting to be here. Boy, do I know what THAT feels like.

The thought crossed her mind multiple times of trying to sneak away when Christopher's attention was elsewhere, but it always led her back to the same conclusion—which is that it would be a ridiculously stupid decision. Even if she knew the way to Nathan's, which she didn't, she'd have to make it all the way there without passing out from exhaustion at her size. Not to mention, she'd need to avoid whatever giants and giant-sized animals existed between here and there. On top of that, his parents might be there—the whole reason she was here in the first place—and that was a can of worms she didn't want to open for a plethora of reasons. The main one being that she heavily suspected at least one of his parents was a human-eater.

And those weren't even the biggest obstacles. The problem of getting away from Christopher and out of the house in the first place would have proved to be a Herculean feat, and not just because she couldn't reach the doors or windows. She could always feel the giant's eyes watching her with...intent. Whether that intent was simply vigilance or something more...hungry, Danny tried not to think about it. Either way, she was always painfully aware of his literally huge presence in the room with her.

Surprisingly though, Christopher hadn't bothered her all day after the "trust exercise" and returning her washed and dried clothes—she had marveled at a tear in her shirt she hadn't noticed before, probably from that fucker Gary, mended with a few neat stitches. To her, of course, the stitches were huge, but to a giant like Christopher, they were tiny—and must have taken a lot of precision to execute so cleanly.

She heard Christopher make a few phone calls throughout the day, and though he always took the calls in another room, she could make out a few words every now and then that made it sound like he really was actually doing his part—"human," "serum," and "antidote."

The cooking, the clothes-mending, the phone calls...it made her both annoyed and relieved that the giant was capable of some things, when he wanted to be.

She was almost glad when she noticed it getting dark out—the day had been blissfully uneventful, but downright boring. God, I'm exhausted. She hadn't thought about what her sleeping accommodations were—her guess being there weren't any—and decided to crawl on top of the hand towel that had remained on the counter. It was pretty soft, and mostly dry since this morning's events. She pulled a corner of it over her, hoping that eventually she'd be tired enough to just pass out, regardless of how uncomfortable sleeping on a towel on a hard, cold, granite counter was.

It felt like she'd barely closed her eyes before she was scooped up in giant hands, towel and all. She had actually been quite close to drifting off, so the sudden movement made her startled and surly.

"Put me down, asshole, before I bite your finger off," Danny half-mumbled, blearily opening her eyes just enough to glare at the giant who was striding towards another room.

Christopher smirked. "You can certainly try, dollface. But I do think it'd be best for you to sleep in here with me."

"Yeah, I'd really rather go back on the counter, thanks."

"Nope. I'm taking my job of protecting you very seriously. You need to stay in here, where I can smell you."

His choice of words made Danny's stomach turn. "Eugh. Why do I need to stay in your room again?"

"Burglars," he supplied cheerfully. "Or, you know, someone else who can smell how delicious you are." Danny tried to ignore him licking his lips at that. "I'd rather be close by so they don't get to you first."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure you're not gonna get burgled. And could someone really smell me from outside your house?"

Christopher looked at her with a grin. "If they were hungry enough."

He strode over to his nightstand and placed Danny and the towel down, underneath a lamp. Christopher pulled a cord to turn the lamp off, casting the room into near-darkness.

Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to hide the fact that he was taking off his pants, leaving him in his boxer shorts and...

"Hey! If we're gonna be roommates, you'd better keep your damn shirt on, at least." God, it was like he had no sense of decency at all. How long had he been alone here, exactly?

Christopher just gave her a weird look before shrugging indifferently and climbing into bed. It was the same look he'd given her when he'd insisted on washing her earlier. Is it because I'm a girl, or because I'm human that he's so aloof about it? She settled on most likely the latter. It was probably silly to care about, anyways, but it still annoyed her.

Christopher turned around under the sheets to face her. "You know, it's probably more comfortable on the bed," he said matter-of-factly.

"And get crushed in my sleep? No, thank you."

He scooted away to the other end of the bed—queen-size, from a giant's perspective, anyways—as if to demonstrate the vast amount of room Danny would have to herself. He gestured with his arm to drive the point home. "There's plenty of room. And I'm a pretty light sleeper." He grinned innocently.

Danny glared at him, looking for some sort of ulterior motive—was he inviting her on the bed so she'd be easier to eat? Eventually she sighed, too tired for her usual instinct to put up a fight with him. The table was decidedly uncomfy, and the huge, plush pillow and mattress looked like a heavenly cloud. When was the last time I had a good night's sleep, exactly?

Without saying anything further to Christopher for the sake of what remained of her pride, she abandoned the sad towel and made the short hop down onto the bed. Her feet sank into the soft mattress, making her landing awkward as she fell forward, catching herself with her hands. She noticed Christopher reach out slightly as she fell, but he retracted his hand.

She turned away from him, lying as close to the edge of the bed as she felt was safe, praying she'd drift off into sleep soon and that she wouldn't either fall off or get smushed (or eaten) before the next morning.

"Night, dollface." She heard Christopher turn away too, and realized half-consciously that this had been the fourth night in a row she'd spent in this godforsaken bedroom before sleep finally came over her.

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Christopher didn't rest as easily as he'd hoped that night. It wasn't that he was worried about crushing Danny in his sleep, like she was—though it would certainly be safer if she was inside me. The bed was plenty big enough. No, he knew better than she did about the real dangers to her safety, and maybe that's what kept him awake—his senses had been on high alert all day, and they weren't easily calmed now. He had been worried all day about someone like Gary or Cyrus or some former client of his coming to his house—nothing he wouldn't have been able to handle normally, but Danny seemed to have a habit of getting herself into trouble regardless. And what if several of them came? What if Gary brought over a few of his buddies? He wasn't that good of a fighter, and he couldn't hold them all off at once...

He glared at the wall, wondering not for the first time since yesterday if he'd done something stupid and gotten in over his head by agreeing to help Nathan get his human back.

He inhaled deeply. All he could smell was Danny's intoxicating aroma next to him—no other smells, no other dangers.

He turned around slowly to look at Danny's sleeping figure, her limbs splayed out comically. It was a strange feeling, to be protective of such a small, frail creature as a human like this. And a lot more worry than it was worth. How did Nathan do it?

Well, he mostly just let her get kidnapped, he thought mirthlessly, knowing he was responsible for at least two of those kidnappings.

He sighed. If he was being honest, it was pretty unlikely there would be any danger while she was in his house, certainly while she was sleeping in his bed next to him. He should be able to relax...no one was stupid enough to break into his house in the middle of the night, right?

As if to prove him wrong, he caught a faint, familiar scent on the air from outside his room. It was hard to catch with how good and close Danny smelled next to him, but he inhaled again, this time focused, his refined senses springing into action.

Human...and there was only one he could think of that would have the lack of a brain necessary to come crawling back now.

Christopher found an amused grin creep onto his face. Did he actually think he could come back here without any consequences?

He carefully slid out of bed—careful not to jostle Danny's side too much—and crept as quietly as he could to the bedroom door, still catching the human's scent and hearing the tiny pitter-patter of their footsteps on the floor from the other side. He turned the doorknob quietly, and the door's well-oiled hinges swung it open without so much as a creak.

Before he had a human smuggler to help, he had done most of the fieldwork himself in catching humans. He'd had years of practice being silent when he needed to be, honing his senses, and paying attention to how humans moved. It was all too easy to mask his movement toward the kitchen, where the human intruder's footsteps could still be heard. He'd prided himself on his heightened senses, formed over years of human hunting, and was glad they hadn't gotten as rusty as he thought.

It was exactly who he thought it was—his old human smuggler Max, who was currently making his way along the edge of the kitchen floor toward the small room Christopher had once let him stay in. Was he dumb enough to try coming back here to sleep, or was he retrieving something from his old room?

Is this his idea of 'sneaky'? How did he ever manage to retrieve humans from giant houses before?

It wouldn't have been hard for Christopher to corner him now and snatch him up, but he wanted to have a little fun first. It felt good to finally put all his on-edge senses to use, and besides, he wanted to test just how many of his hunting instincts were still there. How quiet could he be, how close could he get before the human would notice?

The smuggler was sticking close to the edge of the wall, looking timidly back and forth as he crept along—though the human's view of the doorway Christopher stood partly in was blocked by another wall and the kitchen counter. This was part of the reason Christopher installed the human-sized entrance to his house so far away from the human-sized room—so he'd always notice when Max came in.

He picked this moment to stride soundlessly behind the counter, just out of view of the human, and crouched down. He inhaled again, keeping the heady scent fresh in his lungs. He could hear the human running quicker towards the counter—worried, perhaps, about having to make the dash across the open floor from the wall to the counter, and not considering that the threat was just on the other side of it.

He heard them continue to run along the edge of the counter, towards the human room on the other side of the kitchen, nestled in the baseboard. He snuck around the edge of the counter, finally laying his eyes fully on his target. The human was looking left and right in a panic as he walked, but never behind. How unfortunate for him. Christopher crept along behind him, slowly, still bent down and using just the tips of his toes and his fingers to move himself silently along the tile floor, as if he were walking on all fours now. The fact that the human still hadn't noticed his presence was surprising, but delightful.

He watched as the human finally reached the door to their room, not even looking behind them one last time before they ducked inside and shut the door in what they must have thought was a quiet manner.

How should he do this now? Should he stand to the side, snatching them up when they inevitably came back out? Open the tiny door and pull the human out himself? Make his presence known? Or...

He decided to carefully lay down on his stomach, propping his face up lazily with one of his hands. The other waited for the human to emerge, resting on the floor just in front of the door.

He listened intently—the human, seemingly unaware of his presence, sounded like he was looking through a series of empty glass vials. Of course, he came back for his serums.

Christopher couldn't help himself—he lifted his hand, using his finger to make two soft knocks on the human's door.

The sound of the human's rummaging stopped in its tracks. Christopher thought he could almost hear the human's breath catch in its lungs.

No use being subtle anymore. "Ma~ax," he called in a singsong whisper. "I thought I told you I didn't want to see you around here anymore."

Christopher's voice made the human's heart quicken. "C-Christopher! I...I didn't think you'd...I mean I...I just came to...I didn't—"

"Max, I'm going to count to three." Christopher's tone was playful, still amused. The human's fate had been sealed the moment he walked in here uninvited—all his silly excuses would fall on deaf ears now. "Come here."

"Wha-no! Look, I promise I won't come around again, I just came to grab a few—"

"One."

"A-and I said I was sorry about the girl from yesterday, it was an honest mistake—"

"Two."

The human's voice grew more frantic. "Wait wait wait, just, just let me go this one time and I'll—"

"Three."

The human had unsurprisingly made no moves to open the door, so Christopher took the small handle himself and opened it, then bent it sideways to remove the entire thing from its hinges—though it was hardly an exertion of effort for him. He relished the way this put a deeper look of fear on Max's face, who was cowering against the back wall of the room like a scared mouse. He'd dropped the bag he'd been putting vials into, pressing his whole body as flat as he could against the wall.

A predatory grin crept onto Christopher's face as he dropped the now-useless door and reached inside the human's room, his fingers easily closing around a tiny, shaking body.

"I was very clear when I told you to leave the human girl alone, was I not?"

Max whimpered, squirming helplessly in Christopher's steely grip. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't know—"

"We could've handled things professionally if you hadn't gone ahead and went against my very clear instructions. And now I'm having to sort out a bigger mess than before, all because of you." Christopher dangled Max in the air by the collar of his shirt as he rose to his full height. "I had given you more patience than you deserved last night, letting you off like that. I didn't think you'd be suicidal enough to come back here afterwards."

He licked his lips, grinning enough to show his teeth. Compared to Danny, this human wasn't actually very enticing, but he loved the way it made the smuggler squirm in his grip, the way the pallor of fear flushed the color out of his face.

"P-please, I won't be any trouble anymore..."

"I'm already quite sure of that." Christopher brought the human to his lips, letting his tongue test the human's skin. The rotten-eggs taste from yesterday had almost faded away—no doubt that was one of the serums the human was intent to restock. It would be tolerable, but not immensely enjoyable. He wouldn't let the human know that, though—that wouldn't be as fun. "I see you taste better than yesterday—at least you have something going for you."

He didn't draw this out, like he might have with Danny, instead opting to snap his jaws around the human's entire body in a second. He pressed the human roughly against the roof of his mouth, muffling the sharp cries of protest from his ex-employee. He let his mouth interact with the small human freely, which was quite a strange feeling after putting all the extra effort into Danny's comfort.

His thoughts wandered as he fumbled the human against the back of his teeth, not really enjoying the flavor as much as he thought. Speaking of Danny, he wondered if it would be worth the trouble to install a new human-sized setup for her at her current size? Perhaps he could just make a few quick things, a ladder or two...he had already been toying with the idea of quickly sewing a few things, and it would be good to keep himself busy in the next few days...

Almost without thinking about it, he swallowed hard, and the human disappeared down his throat, settling slowly into his stomach. The human seemed to be saying something, thrashing against his insides, but Christopher easily tuned it out, gently humming to himself in satisfaction. He'd give it a bit, let the activity in his stomach lull him to sleep, and then take care of Max in the morning. He hadn't digested a human before—it was a waste, and not exactly natural for a giant's body—but he might consider trying with this one. He put a hand to where he could feel the human struggling, pressing his belly in a bit and muting the human's protests slightly.

Damn, that feels good.

That relaxing feeling of having a human in his stomach easily washed away all of Christopher's pent-up nerves. It was like medicine. He strolled back toward the bedroom, knowing that he would finally be sleeping well tonight.

When he opened the door, it looked like Danny was still asleep on the bed, though it was kind of hard to tell with how tangled she was in her corner of the sheets. He crept quietly to his side of the bed and did his best to lie down without disturbing her, but his efforts were futile. Her eyes fluttered open and she made a weird waking-up noise, rolling over to face Christopher. Her eyes were squeezed shut, but her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. "Why do you gotta make s'much noise," she mumbled into the mattress. "What'd you get up for?"

"Just a burglar," Christopher half-whispered, unable to keep the grin off his face. "Don't worry, I took care of it, you can go back to sleep."

At this, Danny's eyes shot open. "Excuse me?"

Probably shouldn't have said anything, Christopher thought, giving a small sigh. She's gonna give me shit for this, isn't she? Well, he had given this other human fair warning, and the human came to his house. Could Danny really not afford him this small bit of self-indulgence? This was just him protecting her, after all.

"I'm sure you remember my human smuggler. He came back after I quite explicitly told him not to, after the events of last night. I'd say I gave him a pretty fair warning." The words came out almost like a purr—Christopher was still reveling in the delight of a full stomach after a successful chase, the human's relaxing properties tugging him further towards sleep.

"You...you did not," Danny sputtered, sitting up in bed and casting an accusatory glare towards his stomach.

Oh boy, here we go...

Christopher sighed, propping himself up on one arm. "He kind of asked for it, sweetheart. If it wasn't for him, you wouldn't have gotten yourself in that whole mess yesterday, and you'd still be your normal size. You don't think he deserves a little punishment?"

"You can't just go around eating people as a form of justice, asshole. Spit him up, right now."

Christopher groaned. Danny sure had gotten cockier since he'd agreed to be 'accommodating.' Maybe he could just reach over and stuff her inside him too to shut her up, just for the night...

"You heard me. I said let him out." Danny got up, walking unsteadily towards him as her legs wobbled on the mattress, but trying to keep an intimidating look on her face—like a parent scolding a child. He did his best to stifle a grin at her feeble attempt at threatening him.

He noticed her eyes continuing to dart back to his stomach, where the human's tiny, faint cries could just barely be heard. "So, wait, he's...he's actually in there?" She took a few more steps forward, eyes fixed on his stomach. Christopher had no idea what was going through this little human's head, but he grinned, glad that her sudden fixation had seemed to distract her from berating him. He lifted his shirt, noticing happily how the human's struggles could just barely be seen pushing against his skin. This made Danny's eyes widen. What was that—fear? Shock? Disgust? She crouched down slowly and, very hesitantly, put her small hand on his stomach, where the other human suddenly went very still.

This made him realize Danny had never touched his stomach before—from the outside, anyways. Actually, he'd never had a human touch his stomach like that at all. It was such a strange feeling, and Christopher couldn't quite decide what it was he felt—it wasn't quite trust Danny was showing him, but...

"So, he's...right here, right?" Danny placed her hand just slightly underneath where the human was lying still in his stomach.

Gently, he moved her hand up over his bare skin to rest over the correct position. "Right here."

She nodded, looking thoughtful for a moment, before sending a well-placed kick right where he had directed her hand.

The action caught him (and Max) by surprise, but he found himself more amused than anything—he could hear the human's cry of frustration from inside him, and he rubbed his stomach in mock pain. "Hey now, what was that for?"

Danny grinned, though her kick had sent her stumbling backwards. "Two birds, one stone. Now let him out. I think he gets the message."

She looked Christopher right in the eyes—he let the stare-down go on for a few long seconds before he relented, a large sigh escaping him. "Fine, fine, you win."

He sat up against the bed's headboard, massaging his stomach in just the right way to get the human to start moving upwards. He stole a quick glance toward Danny, who seemed to be watching with morbid fascination, eyes wide with a mix of horror and disgust. He gave her a lazy grin before he opened his mouth as the human moved further up his throat—he nudged the bulge in his throat up with his fingers, slowly. He felt the human reach his tongue—once the smuggler was released from the tight embrace of his throat, he seemed desperate to scramble towards freedom, clambering desperately across Christopher's tongue towards his parted lips.

Not so fast. Christopher couldn't help one last parting blow, closing his mouth and pressing the human against his palate, long and hard, making sure his tongue reminded the human of the fate he'd so narrowly avoided. He reached over to grab Danny's towel from the nightstand and unceremoniously spit the human into it, perhaps a bit harder than he should have.

Max was certainly worse for wear now. He cowered in the towel as Christopher placed it down on the bed, drenched in saliva as Christopher hadn't been quite as careful with that, this time. The human looked, still panicked, between him and Danny—and at the sight of Danny, his eyes widened. Oh, that's right. He didn't know about the growth serum.

Danny didn't seem to pay this any mind. It was interesting to see how she towered above this human now, who had so effortlessly stolen her for the past three nights. Christopher looked over, expecting her to finally be angry at someone other than him for a change, but was slightly disappointed to see Danny look at the human with something closer to pity. She bent down on her knees, getting closer to eye level with Max. This did not make the other human feel more at ease; he looked like he wanted to bolt.

"You're a pretty sad excuse for a person, aren't you?" she said, her voice missing its signature acerbic edge. "But maybe you felt like you didn't have a choice. You're scared. I get it. But there's gotta be a way to survive without putting other people in harm's way. Alright?"

Max nodded, likely willing to agree to anything if it meant getting off the bed and away from the two giants in front of him (the thought making Christopher chuckle).

"She's right. I think the smuggling career might be bad for your health." Christopher flashed the human a toothy grin—a warning, one Max definitely seemed to pick up on. "You ought to be thanking your lucky stars for this little pain in my ass here, because letting you go again was certainly not my idea."

He picked the human up by his collar and reluctantly got out of bed, opening the bedroom door and setting the human down on the ground with a thump. "Grab what you need and then get out of here, for good this time. Or don't," he added, giving the human another suggestive, predatory grin. "See if you get lucky a second time."

Max squeaked something unintelligible as he sprinted away from the bedroom, not having uttered another word since he clawed his way out of Christopher's throat.

He felt his stomach grumble in protest. So much for the sleep aid, he thought ruefully, making his way back to bed before falling into the soft embrace of his sheets again. He gingerly moved the towel off of the bed and onto the floor, giving Danny one last look that he hoped conveyed both the unhappiness of his empty gut and the small, fluttery feeling of satisfaction from “doing the right thing”—by Danny's standards, anyway. 

He poked the tip of her nose teasingly. "You owe me a meal, dollface."

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Part 12 -->

Is Max the last uninvited guest these two will have in the near future? Will they find a way to rescue the other humans from Cyrus? And, more importantly, will Danny get her own bed? Who knows! Stay tuned for next time.

Thank you again for reading! 

As a disclaimer, this chapter has been edited since its original posting.

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[jack-the-nibbler]

As fall sets in and we begin to dip our toes into spooky season, I think it wouldn't hurt to share an idea I had for some haunted house vore.

Imagine going to a fairly low budget haunted house; cheap decorations and animatronics, college student actors making a quick buck, the works. It's pretty harmless fun, and you're not too scared, at least until you reach the last room. A huge monster crawls out of the shadows, growling and drooling. You scream and try to run, but the creature is already upon you, pouncing and wrapping its tongue around you to reel you into its mouth.

You're panicking as you're swallowed, desperately trying to convince yourself that these are just really, really good special effects. But as you slide into the stomach, you're horrified to find bones floating around in a pool of acid. All you can do is thrash around and cry out for help, not realizing that the fluids aren't hurting you at all.

Only a few minutes later, you're spit out onto the grass outside the house. A bone comes with you, which you now realize is just plastic. The host who welcomed you in eagerly asks how you liked that last scare, revealing that the monster is just a friendly participant. It happily gives you a lick before heading back to devour the next batch of guests. You leave satisfied with the experience, still having chills but surprisingly eager to go through again...

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