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luckyshotwrites · 1 year

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A place to stay (Snippet)

Warning! - While Vore is not sexualized in this short snip it is considered a kink. Thus, if you find Vore disturbing or unsightly please advert your eyes. And if you don't, enjoy!

Contexts: After finding herself in an unknown world where most beings look human mixed with some type of animal or mostly humanoid, Zaia tries to find a way back home. Coming across a werecat, named Rin, whom she strikes a deal with for protection. Though, he swears he'll do what he can to help her in the city and has done so, thus far. She still doesn't know if he will ever turn on her. (A small snippet from a bigger story I wrote).

Story Contents: Unwilling Prey/Willing Pred, M/F, Size Difference, teasing/tasting, suggestive vore

Word Count: 509

Rin continued to stare at me as we were walking around the mall. It made an uneasiness crawl around inside me. I hoped he wouldn’t be thinking of betraying our deal, though I wasn’t sure if he could. There was so much I didn’t understand or know about him or the world I was in, so everything was terrifying.

We finally made it into one of the clothing shops, they were very similar to the ones we had on Earth except the price tags didn’t break the bank and they weren’t mass produced. Though, I hated that I had to come shopping so often as my clothes constantly got torn in struggles from other predators when Rin wasn’t around, or gooed up so bad that I couldn’t wash it out.

Rin helped me pick out a new dress, surprisingly pretty helpful of him as he’d just wait around for me most of the time. He’d wait a while too as finding clothes my size was hard in a predator based city. I went into the changing room and tried everything on. However when I got to his dress, I didn’t think to look it over and then squeaked out once I saw it.

He immediately barged in, scanned over the area, and then his eyes fell to me. His brown werecat ears perked up and he wore a big grin. They always threw me off, because besides the tuft at his neck, wild hair, werecat ears, puffy tail tail, sharp teeth, and claws, he looked like a normal human.

“What’s the matter?~” He got fairly close, leaning toward me. I stumbled back out of the sudden closeness. Not that he was shy about it. It always spooked me as he was almost three times my height. A “giant”, approximately fifteen feet tall.

I whimpered, “just the dress…I shouldn’t be wearing something so revealing.”

I didn’t feel comfortable moving my arms showing more of the front of my body, or turning around to show the exposed back.

He put his hand to his mouth and snickered, “I gave it to you as a joke.” He pulled back, “I didn’t think you’d actually put it on.”

I stammered with a huff, “I was trusting your judgment!” Then I crossed my arms over my chest. “You’re a punk…but I guess it doesn’t really matter what I wear, right? You’ll protect me anyway.” I lowered my head with a sigh.

He scoffed as his tail swayed, “and what if I’m not around, you think you can protect yourself from a predator?”

“I can probably get away, or avoid them. I don’t try to put myself in those situations. I’m almost never alone with one, besides that one time.” I said, turning my head away. “You know I survived this city on my own before I met you.”

Rin raised a brow, then narrowed his gaze and his grin turned sinister. “You said you wanted my judgment about your outfit earlier, yeah?”

“Of course…” I said, glancing near the mirror not far from us, curiously. I didn’t think I looked cute in it.

“I’d say it definitely makes me want to eat you up, let’s get it. So, you can flaunt around and offer yourself to a predator…or specifically me …” he started to walk a bit closer and I pressed further back. The changing room was a big box, but I had backed myself into the far corner and with him approaching there was nowhere to run.

“I-I”

He licked his lips. “Preferably, right now.~”

I jumped and pushed at his encroaching torso, “I’m not gonna offer myself to you!” He grabbed at my arms, keeping me from yanking them back. And for the first time ever, he pulled them to his mouth and licked them up. He gasped out. I closed my fists, and they squished some of the saliva out of them. I tried to tug my arms back out of fear.

“Rin, please, this isn’t funny, let go!”

Rin had never been so straightforward with me, nor had he done anything like this. It was an innate fear of mine. I thought one day he’d snap or attack me given how he talked sometimes.

He pulled my arms apart and to his side, slightly lifting me so my face was brought up to his face, specifically his mouth. He opened it, letting his tongue coat up my face. I cried out, unable to break away from him. He was far too big and strong. I couldn’t even wipe it off and didn’t want to open my mouth and taste it. Not that I knew what to say anyway.

He pulled back and hummed, “mhm,” he stared down at me, “your struggling really only wets my appetite.~”

He hoisted me up by my arms into the air, let them go, then quickly caught me by my waist firmly. He opened his sharp toothed mouth again, much wider so my head could fit inside his jaw. Though, hesitated enough to give me a brief flash of the pink, pulsing tunnel awaiting me. And got my head inside the next second. I couldn’t even push under or at his jaw enough to open without fear he might try chewing me.

He did a mocking, glurk of his throat, so I could feel it trying to pull me in. I simply whined, still kicking at him.

He lurched forward and soon dropped me out. I fell back, sliding down the wall, trying to regain myself, my vision, and footing. But my hands and face were covered, and even though I was kicking about earlier, my legs were shaking too much to stand on my own.

I choked up after I wiped away enough clear, excessive, and slightly meat smelling saliva.

I saw him crouch down near me with a big smile. “I don’t think tasting good is a valid defense technique for a predator attack.”

I whimpered, “why-I thought you actually were gonna eat me…you acted so serious...”

Rin grinned, showing off his incisors. “OH, the joy of tasting you was real. Everything else…” he thought about it. “I don’t play with my prey all that much unless it’s during feeding season, or I really want to prolong tasting them.” I saw his hand slide to his abdomen, “bad idea on my part, I should not have teased you with the last bit, because now I’m super hungry.”

He eyed me with the dress again, and opened his mouth to talk.

“NO!!” I exclaimed. “I will never offer myself to you or any pred willingly.”

He smiled, “aww, but I’m your dear old werecat, you don’t want me to starve do you?”

I shook my head of any remaining saliva and got up. “You can starve at this point! I was terrified, punk.”

Rin patted my head, “aw, there-” he then got his hands a bit left and wiped it on one of the shirts. “You’re gonna need a shower.”

“I hadn't noticed.” I grumbled.

#suggestive vore #vore story #amatuer vore story #soft play vore #tasting #unwilling prey #willing pred #size difference #written vore #m/f #male pred #female prey #fearplay #mouthplay

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chrismerle · 3 months

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Elsa's 'A Bitch Is Broke' Writing Commissions

Hey, hi, hello! I'm Elsa and my usual freelancing contracts are being flaky assholes, so I'm extending branches in other directions!

I’ve been informed that I’m a fairly good writer, and I’ve done writing commissions in the past, so I figure I may as well see if it helps! You can check my writeblr tag, my (very tiny) ghostwriting portfolio, or my AO3 account for examples of my writing.

PRICING:

$0.03 per word.

So, 500 words would be $15.

You give me a ballpark of the length you want. So, if you’re willing to spend between $20 and $25, the story will be between 666 and 833 words.

I’ll round down to the nearest $0.10. So if the finished product is 526 words, I’ll report it as being $15.70, rather than $15.78.

I take payments through Paypal or Venmo.

GUIDELINES:

500-word minimum

You don’t need to supply a full outline, but you do need to have some idea of what you want to happen in the story. The longer the story, the more detail I’ll need. If you just want, like, 500 words, then 'X and Y cuddling’ will suffice, but if you want 5,000 words, I’ll need more to go off of than that.

I will write about your OCs, as long as you can provide info on them.

I will write fanfic, as long as I know the source material well enough (list provided below).

I will write smut, just double-check any kinks you want first. (I won’t write any involving bodily fluids, poop, vore, or feet, sorry.)

If I’m super uncomfy with the subject matter, I’ll turn down the commission, if only because it would be a really badly written end product.

FANDOM LIST:

Kingdom Hearts (not Back Cover or Union)

Final Fantasy VII (original Compilation or Remake)

Final Fantasy XV

Persona 5, vanilla or Royal

Persona 4, vanilla only

Dragon Age (games only)

Mass Effect

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

Avatar: The Last Airbender (original series only)

Good Omens (book or show)

Five Nights at Freddy’s (games only)

Who Killed Markiplier? and related series

The Legend of Zelda (OoT, MM, TP, SS, or BotW only)

Star Wars (movies only)

Power Rangers, Ninja Storm and Dino Thunder

Yuri! On Ice

Fullmetal Alchemist, original anime or Brotherhood

Black Butler, anime or manga

Transformers, cartoons, anime, and live action movies

Critical Role campaign 2

Subnautica

The Sandman (Netflix series only)

Sonic the Hedgehog (recent movies only)

Howl’s Moving Castle (Ghibli movie only)

#writing #writbr #writeblr #commissions #writing commissions

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cybersoldier82 · 2 years

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Decided to man up and make a pinned post, so here we go. Please read before you follow, and if you have any questions, my DMs are always open.

Artist Description: Hello, Name's Kyle. But you can also call me Cyber if yah want, it doesn't matter. I'm an 19 year old artist that's trying his best to improve, damnit. I am also on the autism spectrum so please keep that in mind if you ever wanna hit up my DMs. I am a Demisexual/Demiromantic, polyamorous, omnisexual/omniromantic, he/him and he/they male that is pro Choice, BLM, and pro LGBTQ+. I don't post art that often but I'm trying to remedy that so bare with me here. I am a walking shit post that is always trying to make everyone laugh as often as possible. I consider myself a nice person so if you ever wanna chat or RP my DMs are always open, and will welcome you with open arms.

What I do here: Now about my content... I am an oc/alien artist. HOWEVER, my content does contain some things that some ppl may not enjoy, I will tag anything that falls under that category accordingly.

Here's what I will Draw/Discuss: Gt/general size content, Aliens and Sci Fi in general, Anime, Random facts about animals, game lore and autism, furry/scalie content, and vore. Bare in mind i am NOT a vore or gt/giantess artist/account, I am an oc blog, but my content does, can, and will contain those things, and I am a proud member of said communities so please be advised. Again, just so we're clear here I am NOT a vore blog, I am an oc/alien blog. I just draw, reblog, discuss, and am a proud member of aforementioned communities. If you find any of these uncomfortable or it just ain't your cup of tea that's fine, I will and have tagged those things, and will put up content warnings as a heads up.

Fandoms and Franchises I'm part of/will discuss: Dragon ball(kinda), Steven Universe, Halo, Resident evil, Warhammer 40K(kinda), Mass effect, Transformers, Cyberpunk 2077, Cyberpunk edgerunners, Cyberpunk Red, Star Wars and Star Trek, Starship Troopers, Helldivers, Starfield, Signalis, subnautica, Call of Duty, Ratchet and Clank, Trigun/Trigun Stampede, Cowboy Bebop, Alien/Predator, Red bs Blue, Fallout New Vegas(kinda), Half life, Portal, gt/aize difference in general, vore, and the furry/scalie communities, respectfully.

And in reference to the vore and gt bit... For those of you to whom are curious, I see vore (specifically size difference vore) gt as a means of comfort, story telling devices, and possible meme/shit post fuel. So please keep those things in mind.

My don'ts and won'ts list: Permanent fatal vore is a huge nope for me (fatal with a respawn like system is fine tho.) Same thing goes for unaware vore/ unaware gt, or some wombo combo of those(again, some form of respawn must be included). Cruel gt is another nope (playful teasing and some fear play is ok tho).

Who can’t interact with this acct: porn blogs, terfs, bigots, proshippers, inflation accts( nothing personal jusy not my cup of tea/lh) and ppl who don’t respect the dni of others get the hell off my blog and don’t come back, you aren’t and will never be welcomed in this place. KINK/FETISH BLOGS DNI IF YOU SEE VORE AS A FETISH GET THR FUCK OFF MY BLOG, STAY THE FUCK OFF MY BLOG AND DONT COME BACK, I’ve had it up to here with you and I’m putting my foot down. Y’all wanna disrespect others dni’s and boundaries get the hell out y’all are never and will never be welcome here again, I don’t do fetish shit here so kindly fuck off. “Dhdhshs but vore and giantess is a fetish” to you maybe but not to me so either you respect that or go the hell away.

Who can interact: basically anyone who isn’t in the dni list, just respect my rules and we’ll be good.

Popular posts(posts/amount may changer over time): Donkey got game. SILENCE

Oc/sona ref sheets for main universe(will also change over time): Kyle Uhn Benji Uhn Kyles Gear Mackenzie Jacobs Mackenzie’s gear ref Requis Jacobs Nata Uhn Ruhod Stahin Ti’cth Udavae Kaida Tiamat Padak Fayke Dhid Yawmid Jake Achor Halcyon Walkman

Oc/sona/universe lore and world building

Kyle’s origin Kyles base/armor weight what is a Soldatin how the government works circa 2224 kyles undersuit currency time boys how mack and kyle met Synth blood is neat Timeline of Humanity/Soldatins Human gun lore Soldatins are bullet proof(kinda)

Ocs not for my universe

Seris(Minecraft) MG(transformers) Slade(mersona)

And that's it. Bare all the things I've said in mind and have a nice day y'all.❤️

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goldenkirstein · 3 years

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wildlife: the INs and OUTs // request rules

Things to keep in mind:

I am new to writing, its a learning curve for me so feedback is appreciated and encouraged.

What I will not write:

Minors (characters will be aged up or post-time skip), incest (not including pseudocest and stepcest), scat, vore, pedophilia, foot kink, age-play, hard non-con, necrophilia, slave play, race play, pegging, rimming, male x male nsfw, bestiality, mpreg, a/b/o dynamics, mommy & daddy kink*. femdom.

*ik I have written about this beforehand but im not comfortable with any future works featuring this.

Reader Specifications:

reader with specific body types and race: I can write different situations but I also do not want to draw on stereotypes or misconstrue your request and end up hurting people. Please message me or be very specific in your request if it includes specific body/race.

I will try my best to keep the reader as neutral as possible in most cases, but if I do end up adding descriptors then I will add them to tags.

Characters I will not write:

Ymir, Historia Reiss, Kenny Ackerman, Miche/Mike, Mahito, Principal Yaga, Panda, Naoya Zenin, suna rintaro, levi ackerman.

Before Requesting:

pronouns !! if not included it will most likely end being gn! or fem! reader.

please send one request per person. it's not for fair for others if you send in multiple requests :)

if you are sending a request in, please don't send the same request to other writers. this may seem like an odd thing to include, but i feel like im copying other writers and it also feels like you're just mass sending your request to everyone and waiting for who can complete it the fastest. its not a nice thing to do and i'd like to avoid this.

be somewhat specific, whether you want this placed in canonverse or in an au (historical, modern etc) and any tropes you want (enemies to lovers, mutual pining etc).

have fun with your request !! it'll get my creative juices flowing and I want to make sure that what I write is enjoyable for you.

if it is a NSFW request, reader will be fem bodied.

I don't do character match-ups.

headcanons, one-shots, blurbs, thirsts etc are all fair game.

for headcanons the max amount of characters is three.

one-shots will take longer to write than the others.

Keep in my mind, that if I do not find your request appropriate, if it makes me uncomfortable or you have ignored what's written above. I will refuse your request.

if you have any questions feel free to send an ask!!

last updated: 02/07/22

request status: CLOSED

#request rules #important

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yummyinmytwistedtummy · 4 years

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Commission: Idia x Oc

Alright kids I have been working on this one for a little while now and I really hope ya’ll enjoy it. This work was commissioned by a friend who wishes to remain anonymous but they came up with the OC (Talia) and idea. I had lots of fun writing this!

Tags: soft vore, oral vore, safe vore, accidental vore, stuffing kink, belly kink, burp kink

Talia giggled at the look on her boyfriend's face. His eyes were wide with slight disbelief and surprise, and his lips quirked up to create an excited smile. The takeout bags that she had carried in seemed to draw his interest almost immediately after he laid eyes on them. She soon found out why when a loud grumble emitted from his stomach, making his face flush with embarrassment. He tried to ignore his noisy stomach by asking her what was in the bags. Talia set the bags down and took out a few containers of take out. She always went overboard when it came to buying food for her boyfriend who had a nasty (not really though) habit of stuffing himself to the brim.

“How’s it going?” Talia asked calmly. “I’m great actually. My guild just reached the next map and we leveled up again!” Idia always became more open when talking about his games. It was cute to see him light up so Talia would let him ramble for hours about his games even if she didn’t understand them. She listened to him talk while pulling out the takeout boxes and organized everything so it was easy to reach but wouldn’t fall off the bed. Idia trailed off as his stomach let out another loud gurgle, insisting that he fill it now. He smiled shyly and pulled the box of cheese and chicken quesadillas closer to him. Talia snatched one to munch on when he first opened the box and received a fake glare from the introverted teen. She ate her meal quickly, hoping that if she did she would get to watch her boyfriend chow down afterwards.

The takeout she had ordered had not been able to fit in one bag but came in three as there was enough to feed a family of six comfortably for nearly half a week of dinners. Six containers of quesadillas filled with gooey cheese and well seasoned chicken took up one bag which was seated closest to the gamer. The next bag contained two boxes of tacos, four hardshell in each, stuffed with beef, lettuce, beans, chicken, guacamole and topped with sour cream, cheese, and cilantro. This bag also held two large bowls with plastic lids. They had rice and beans inside with sides of sour cream. The last bag had two cardboard boxes each with a well stuffed burrito inside. To top it all off she had also bought three bottles of sprite and a box of ten churros.

As a nonhuman it was easier for Idia to down almost three times as much food as the average growing teenage boy. The fact that his body ran really hot only helped since most of the food was melted as soon as it landed in his gut anyways. When Talia finished her meal she attempted to distract herself futilely with cleaning up her dishes.

It was hard not to glance over as Idia picked up the first quesadilla and held it up to his mouth. He opened wide and took half the large triangle in one bite. Cheese stretched from where he bit so he stuck his tongue out to maneuver the access goods into his mouth. He chewed a bit and swallowed, a large lump protruding from his neck, before cramming the rest of the piece into his mouth and reaching for another.

She watched with rapt attention as her boyfriend continued to down each cheesy triangle until there were only 3 boxes of them left. Her eyes widened as her boyfriend lifted 3 pieces stacked on eachother, folded them and all but stuffed them in his mouth before swallowing noisily. His stomach gurgled in greeting the new mass of food as Idia caught his breath. Soon he was reaching for the next three and ate them in the same fashion.

He grunted and rubbed his neck as he finished off the last few quesadillas and reached for the bag with the sodas in it and pulled out the first bottle. It hissed as he popped the cap off and foamed as he tipped it back and guzzled the first half. The gamer pulled the rim from his lips and gasped, making a face of slight pain.

Another side effect of Idia’s intense body heat meant that liquids were nearly always turned into steam as soon as they reached his stomach. Apparently he could absorb all the H2O he needed from the steam in his belly but with things like soda since there was virtually no health benefit they simply just filled him up with air.

Talia always enjoyed this part about him because even after he had stopped drinking the fizzy liquid his stomach would continue to bloat and expand as the soda was turned into a gas. He overestimated how much he could drink because of this and often ended up with a painful gut that’s only remedy was to release all of the air. Idia bit his lip and pressed a hand against his hidden but also noticeably distended stomach before letting out a few thick belches.

“UUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRP!”

“HHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEUUUUUU-AAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUURRLP!”

“GRUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRUUUUURRP!!”

Each one was relatively long and loud but they were nothing compared to what Idia could produce and has produced after a full stuffing. Still The blonde squirmed in her seat and made a small squeak of excitement when they came to an end. “Aahh, uurf. Sorry about that.” Idia said as he pulled the boxes of burritos towards him and popped the first one open. Talia blushed at the crass behavior her boyfriend only ever let out when he was eating.

It was then that Talia remembered the box of chocolates that she was given as a makeup gift for Floyd bumping into her and ruining her latest science project. The box was filled with an assortment of different kinds of truffles all decorated elegantly. They looked delicious but she couldn’t help but be suspicious. Azul had said they were a “special kind of treat” after all and with those three she never knew whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Idia paused his eating and looked up at her before swallowing thickly and pointing at the box of truffles. “What are those?” Talia chuckled softly at her boyfriend’s sweet tooth made an appearance once again. “They were a gift from the Octavinelle boys because Floyd accidentally ruined my science project.”

“The one Mr Crewel gave out?”

“Yeah.”

“Oof” he cringed at the thought of having to redo that assignment but at least Talia had gotten some candy out of it. “So can I have some?” He said as innocently as possible while leaning over to get a better look. She rolled her eyes playfully, “Only if you finish dinner first. I didn’t spend my hard earned money on this for you to skip straight to dessert again.” Idia sat back up and began wolfing down more food faster than before.

Talia smiled shyly as she felt a blush creep up onto her face. Why did she find it hot when he ate? He was just picking up the first bottle of soda when Talia decided to try a truffle that looked particularly good. She bit into it and moaned at the flavor. Creamy chocolate mixed with a dark cherry with a hint of bitterness swirled around in her mouth. Idia looked over when he heard her and blushed at the look of bliss on her face. Now he really wanted one.

He frowned and pouted a bit before deciding to regain her attention with something that always worked quite well. He reached over and grabbed a two liter and smirked before twisting the cap off and noticed Talia’s flinch of acknowledgement when she heard the familiar hiss.

Tipping the soda bottle back, Idia made sure to gulp down the soda noisily to grab her attention. Talia looked up and swallowed before biting her lip as she watched the amount of soda in the bottle dwindle at an insane rate. The bottle crinkled and sucked inwards as Idia drained the last few drops before he pulled it from his lips and placed it back on the bed.

A long rumbling belch ripped past his lips and filled the room with the smell of his mexican dinner. He pressed a hand against his now fairly large gut to help press more of the eruction out.

“BWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRP!!!”

“Haaah… oooh… That was pretty good…” He panted to get his breath back and reached over to the first box of tacos. Talia shifted as she watched him grin lazily at the next taco and open up to bite through the stuffed shell. She knew her face was a blazing red after the display of gluttony and shamelessness, but couldn’t bring herself to care as Idia crammed another taco past his blue lips, making his cheeks bulge and stretch to accommodate the quantity of food.

She could have watched him eat all night imagining herself being the one he pushed into that dark, slimy chasm, but it seemed life had other plans. A strange feeling suddenly shot up one of her arms. She flinched and rubbed at it, but the feeling wouldn’t go away. It happened again with the other arm and as she was turning to look at that one it was almost as if someone had suddenly dunked her whole body in icy water. Pain bloomed across her skin before fading into numbness. She shouted and instinctively

grabbed onto Idia before the sensations reached her brain and everything seemed to drizzle together.

It was a few moments before the abstract painting of her surroundings came into focus again, but she wasn’t quite sure it worked all the way because everything she looked at was huge. She sat up still dizzy and recognised in her ringing ears that someone was speaking. She shook her head as if to clear water from her ears and felt them pop a bit before she heard Idia asking if she was alright.

Standing up Talia yawned and started to tell him she was fine. When he came into view however it was apparent that she wasn’t fine after all. Idia was ginormous. He towered over her and she yelped in surprise, falling backwards. Never in her entire life had Talia ever imagined that she would fall off a taco and into whatever sauce came with the meal they had been eating. Not that it wasn’t just delightful to swim in thick ooze that smelled like spices. She gripped the edge of the container and attempted to catch her breath.

“OH MY GOD YOU’RE TINY!” Idia panicked and grabbed her by the back of her shirt and lifted her into his palm. “Woah! You’re the size of a mouse!” Talia flinched at the volume of his voice and covered her ears. “Oh oh sorry. You must be more sensitive to sound now that you're so small.” She picked herself up and momentarily stared at the giant that was her boyfriend. He was holding her relatively close to his face so she could see on the same level as him but all of his features were much larger than before. His eyes, his nose, his mouth… “Oh wow…” His lips were usually very thin and formed a small pout but when he ate his mouth became a huge gaping hole that she couldn’t help but stare at. If she could get him to open his mouth for her she might just die and go to heaven.

“Hey are you alright? What happened?” Idia looked down at her with concerned eyes so she pushed the sauce out of her eyes and took a few steps forward. “It seems that Octavinelle thought it would be amusing to shrink me and yes I am ok. Just covered in sauce is all.” He made a small o with his mouth and grabbed a napkin. “Here I can help you… uh… wipe...um yeah” He stumbled over his words as he gently stroked the napkin across her body with his fingers. Being one handed was kind of hard for him though and one stroke was a little too hard. Talia fell backwards with a yelp and Idia quickly sputtered out an apology.

“It’s fine. Honestly though licking me clean would be faster.” She huffed. Idia froze and stared down at her with an unreadable expression. “Oh-oh… I-I mean… all I meant was-” She was cut off by Idia’s tongue licking a long stripe up her side. When he pulled back Talia flushed and put her face in her hands. Oh man! Why did that feel so good? “D-d… do it again…” The blush on Idia’s face darkened and he leaned down again to delicately slide his smooth tongue over Talia’s cheek. She squirmed and whimpered. It came to Idia that if he teased her she would squirm more so he sucked in a deep breath and in a low husky voice he whispered to her.

“It’s surprising how well the sauce tastes with you, although I have to say I like your natural flavor much more.” His stomach did turns with nervousness but calmed when she let out a small moan. He chuckled and continued to clean the sauce off of her with his tongue. When he finished he pulled back and let her stumble to her feet.

Talia stood on shaky legs and tried to process the fact that this was reality. She looked up at Idia who opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by a low rumble from his stomach. She giggled and asked him if he was still hungry. “Always, but that can wait until we figure out how to get you back to normal.” He looked down at her with concern. Talia shifted her stance and bit her lip. “Well I um… I was wondering… Maybe you uh… I could…” Idia smiled lovingly and found himself totally captured by how cute a tiny flustered version of his girlfriend. “I WANT TO KEEP FEEDING YOU EVEN THOUGH I AM REALLY SMALL!” Her sudden burst surprised him but he held back a laugh when she immediately buried her face in her hands.

It was just too cute he couldn’t resist. Idia leaned down again and pressed his lips against her cheek gently in an almost nonexistent kiss. She yelped and If she could flush more she would. “Yeah that sounds really nice” Idia said with embarrassment. He held up the taco for her and tried not to coo at how adorable she looked when ripping a piece of lettuce so she could feed it to him. She walked over to the edge of his palm and he opened his mouth slightly, sticking out his tongue to receive the food. She stared for a moment before looking up at him. “I wanna check your teeth.”

Ever since she first saw them Talia wanted to check Idia’s teeth. She wanted to become a dentist someday so when she saw a row of jagged fangs that were usually hidden behind blue lips she almost shrieked in surprise and happiness. Since that day her greatest dream was to check his mouth and teeth. After they got together it was even harder to resist looking at his mouth anytime he opened it even a fraction. Not only because those sharp pearly whites were on display, but the mouth hidden behind them was enticing in a way that was far too much to just be a wannabe dentists fascination. Now that she was presented with a once in a lifetime opportunity to actually be up and personal with his teeth and mouth she couldn’t resist asking to take a look around.

Idia was definitely caught off guard by her sudden declaration but unsurprised by the content of her demand. He did blush though and “eep” when he realized what that meant. “D-do you really want-” “yes! Yes I want to!” Talia was determined to make the most of this situation and that included getting in her boyfriend's mouth. He nodded nervously and pulled his hand up to his mouth.

He opened as wide as he could to give her the full view of his gaping mouth. She stood and stared at the dark cavern. It had pink fleshy walls coated in sticky saliva. The teeth in front were long and jagged and rimmed the soft muscle on the inside. His tongue was long and curious as it lifted slightly in response to her gaze. Long strands of liquid ropes stretched and snapped as he spread his jaws. She dragged her sight to the back of his mouth where a drop hidden by darkness invited her to come closer. She shivered and swallowed thickly.

Glancing back up at her too large boyfriend, Talia put her hands out and gripped the first sharp tooth, careful not to slice her palms. She stepped over the row of dangerous daggers where his tongue met her in a way that reminded her oddly of Kalim’s magic carpet. “Woah…” she breathed out as she was encased in humid heat and the smell of spicy mexican food with a hint of sweetness from the soda.

“Are you alright?” Came the voice of Idia’s ipad. Talia turned on her hands and knees and felt his tongue shift underneath her. “Never been better, but I think I see something stuck in here. I’m gonna need a second.” There was nothing in Idia’s teeth but the lie slipped easily from her mouth. Damn she thought my horniness has me lying to my boyfriend. She couldn’t find any feelings of guilt though as she gazed around his mouth.

Shakily she stood on her feet and pressed her hands against the roof of his mouth to steady herself. He flinched and let out a noise of surprise causing her to slip and fall back on his tongue. She groaned as she felt his saliva seep through her clothes. Talia flipped herself over and froze. The back of his throat was so close and here she was just sitting her completely at his mercy. The girl knew that Idia would never do that on purpose but she couldn’t help the thrill that zinged through her at the idea.

You see life sometimes has those moments where it acts as you think about something. Occasionally it works in your favor but most of the time it works against you. Life finds it entirely too amusing when people struggle to grasp the situation after it throws a curveball their way. This was one of those moments.

Ortho slammed open the door and Talia barely heard him say “Hey big brother-” before powerful jaws snapped shut and she was pushed, headfirst, to the dark cliff at the back of the throat. Slimy walls pulsed around her as she slid down a sticky tube where she felt pressure from all sides. It took a solid ten seconds to realize she was being swallowed, but her reaction was prevented by the feeling of her body being shoved through a ring of tense muscle. She landed in a semi solid-semi liquidated pool of food and layed panting in the dark. Her brain was slow to process what just happened, but her eyes went wide and she sat up when it caught up. Her boyfriend had swallowed her.

The second the door opened Idia felt himself jump. Ortho pushed his way into the shy teens room and started to speak. Idia didn’t hear him however because when he jumped his mouth had closed and he had instinctively swallowed. Immediately panic shot through him as he realized he had just swallowed his girlfriend. Before he could do anything, though, he slumped and moaned as her form slid down his throat. He vaguely registered Ortho placing Talia’s notes on the ground near the door and leaving. The robotic boy had caught his brother in many strange situations so the event hardly bothered him. Idia sighed when he felt the large lump end it’s travels in his stomach before sitting up harshly with a yelp.

“OH MY GOD! I AM SO SORRY! BABY? BABY! ARE YOU ALIVE?” The thundering voice of her boyfriend snapped Talia out of her astonishment and she quickly stood, ignoring how her feet sank like she was standing in mud. “Idia. Idia! Idia calm down, I’m fine!” He continued to panic and thrash about. The blonde felt herself flung against the walls of her fleshy prison. “I’m fine Idia but you need to stop moving I’m gonna get hurt!” She yelled.

Idia froze and looked down at his bloated stomach. “Ok ok… umm… I’m sorry. W-what are we going to do now though?” He stuttered. Talia looked up towards where the voice came from. “Well for now I could...um… Stay here.” Idia’s jaw dropped before he remembered that his girlfriend always did have strange fascinations. “O-ok, sure.” Talia sighed in relief that she hadn’t seriously weirded Idia out.

She stood again and although she couldn’t see, she had a feeling she was near the stomach lining. It felt smooth and slippery when she pressed her hands against it. Experimentally she rubbed circles around and kneaded her tiny hands into the flesh. Idia made a noise of content and sank back against his pillows. It wasn’t so bad having a tiny Talia inside of him.

She hummed quietly and continued to massage his soft flesh, but closed her eyes and listened to the burbling of his stomach. It suddenly felt very heavy and the burbling turned quite loud. Almost a second later Idia cracked his lips to let out a low rumbling belch. Talia’s squishy confines quivered as the short euruction came to a close. Idia huffed and sat back to let out another loud burp.

“BURRRRRAAAAAAOORRP!!! Mph, I think you're making me burp Talia.” She sat down and leaned against the rubbery wall of his stomach. “Do it again Idia.” She whispered quietly. He didn’t hear here but it didn’t matter much cause he burped again anyway. “Ungh damn it. It’s stuck. Hey um…” His shy voice cut off and Talia understood what he meant.

Standing the blonde prepared herself and drew back. She then slammed into the fleshy walls as hard as she could and on the outside Idia lurched before slapping a hand over his mouth. The attempt was futile however since his belch was forceful enough to push it away.

“HUUUUAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRAAAAAAAOOOORRR- EEEEUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOORRRLP!!!!!!”

The blast was loud enough to make Talia’s ears ring and it lasted for a solid 7 seconds. Talia was shaken and rattled as the belch drew on before pausing and opening up again to a louder volume. As it finished Idia fell backwards onto the bed. His stomach giving a loud BLORSH as it swayed back with him. He moaned and panted, a deep red rising to his cheeks.

Talia was suddenly thrown around her spongey cave and got covered in foul smelling mush that she could only assume was the mexican food she had picked up before she got shrunk and eaten. Her legs were unsteady as she stood and shook the gunk from her hair. “Damn I’m gonna have to get new clothes. That’s gonna be a pain.”

Idia drew his hooded eyes to his large stomach. “Hey are you alive in there - huuraaap! Oof.” Talia couldn’t figure out which way was up so she simply stood where she was as she replied. “Yeah I am, but uh actually. How am I gonna get out.” Idia furrowed his brows. “I guess we will have to ask Azul since he was the one that got you into this mess. Ohh but that sounds really bad…”

Sensing her boyfriend's anxiety, Talia shushed him and continued speaking. “Umm… He Idia. How much food have you got left?” He paused his worrying and looked down at the remaining boxes of food. “I have two boxes of rice and beans and 3 more tacos, Plus the churros and the last bottle of soda.” Talia shifted in her spot and bit her lip. “Do you have any more room?”

She didn’t get an answer but she felt Idia shift and soon she could hear large clumps of masticated food fall into the thick ooze that already filled his gut to the near brim. The blonde shivered despite the intense heat that surrounded her. Idia ate the last few tacos with incredible speed and shuddered everytime he sent a thick lump rolling down his throat.

The sharp crunch and snap of the taco shells filled the room as he bit the last taco clear in half before shoving the rest inside his mouth before he even started chewing the first half. He was tempted to check on Talia but knew that she would appreciate it more if he left her in the dark as he ate the rest of his meal. His stomach pushed painfully against his jeans and he grunted as he suppressed a thick belch in his cheeks, blowing the fetid gas out the side of his mouth. He chuckled knowing that if she were still on the outside of him Talia would be bright red and squirming in place anxiously.

The only things left were the boxes of rice and beans and the bottle of soda plus dessert. Idia huffed and struggled to reach the last bags due to his gut which was now a solid 2 feet in diameter and churned loudly in an attempt to digest the insane amount of food he had eaten already. He felt his eyelids droop and forced himself not to enter a food coma yet as he popped the lid off the first bowl like container.

Using the serving spoon that the bowls had come with he spooned drippy beans mixed with the dry rice into his mouth and tried to ignore how his stomach groaned in protest. It wasn’t so hard to eat the first bowl of rice and beans since the new flavor had ignited minor hunger once again, but he had barely gotten through a fourth of the bowl when his stomach growled again painfully and he let out a wet burp. “Oooh, Talia I don’t, HIC-UUAUURLPH! Ungh… I don’t feel so good.”

The blonde looked up from where she was sitting dazed and feeling very… pleased with her current situation. Her brows furrowed in concern and she pressed a tender hand against the stomach wall she was leaning against. “Idia it feels kinda heavy and dense in here. I think you have too much pressure. Um… maybe try… you know…” Her face flushed with embarrassment and Idia likely would have been a bit embarrassed too had he not already known about her interests. Besides he was preoccupied with soothing his aching stomach.

The idea of drinking soda wasn’t very appealing at the moment so he decided to swallow down air instead. A large amount of air rushed into the stomach and startled Talia who suddenly felt like the air was getting so thick that it was squeezing her. She bit her lip and put a hand against the wall for moral support as she heard her boyfriend moan in pain. The blonde felt bad for him but not that bad cause soon the air left the space in a very loud and very long way.

“BRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAARR-HHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRP!!!”

Idia slumped and panted, once again relishing the feeling of clearing space in his stomach. “Nice one” Talia squeaked from her spot in his gut. Idia looked down and giggled, imagining her face burning bright red and her eyes wide with shock and a hint of something more. “Think you have room now?” Her voice came again and Idia nodded despite the fact that she couldn’t see him. He would have to eat quickly while his stomach was still deceived into having more room.

Swallowing the last of the rice and beans down, Idia took his sweatshirt and pulled his tank up to rest on top of his burgeoning middle. It was completely round and swayed a bit when he moved around. He pulled the churros and soda bottle over with one hand, hiccuping a bit when the movement forced his gut to bounce, and used the other hand to rub circles over his taut skin.

The smell of the sugary desserts brought new life into Idia’s resolve and with determination picked up the first churro and snapped it with his sharp fangs. He ate the churro in three bites and swallowed despite his stomachs constant pleads for him to stop. The churros were still warm and were quite delicious so he didn’t have such a hard time eating them as he did with the rice and beans. He did start to feel sick again around his eighth and had to pause for longer between each churro. His bites became smaller and his breathing was slightly labored. Talia took note of this and began to run her hands over the inside of her boyfriend's gut as a way to comfort him as best she could.

A part of her wished she could be on the outside, rubbing Idia’s round belly, helping him eat the rest of the churros and coaxing burps out of him to free up space. On the other hand sitting inside his intensely warm stomach which churned loudly as it digested was also an opportunity that she never wanted to miss. She heard Idia sigh and knew her efforts were working.

The gamer let his eyes close for a few moments as he just enjoyed how Talia’s hands felt when they rubbed against his inside. Feeling himself falling asleep Idia shook his head and reached for the last churro. It took six bites to finish and had him forcing every one down with as much willpower as he had, but was worth it in the end when a sense of pride washed over him. The only thing left now was the last bottle of soda.

Idia steeled himself and sat all the way up before grabbing the soda bottle and pressing it against his bloated abdomen. Talia heard the hiss and pop of the cap coming off the bottle and backed up to avoid being splashed. Not that it mattered since she was covered from head to toe in just about everything else Idia had eaten including soda.

He brought the rim to the bottle to his lips and only hesitated for a second before squeezing his eyes shut and tipping the bottle back. Soda gushed into Idia’s stomach and sloshed up against the walls, coating Talia with another layer of sticky sugar. The hand on Idia’s stomach felt how the skin pulled with every swallow. If Idia could he would have looked down and seen his already massive gut expand as he continued to slug down the fizzy drink. Almost as soon as the last drop of soda left the bottle Idia groaned and lurched forwards to hug his gut.

The soda pop fizzed and bubbled as it was quickly turned into a gas by the heat of Idia’s innards. After it came to the blue haired teens attention that his stomach would only keep growing due to the fact that air takes up more space than a liquid he quickly reached down and pressed a finger to the button on his pants. How they held up this far was a miracle since as soon as he touched the button it came undone with a loud ping and the zipper rolled down of its own accord. The massive gut surged forward to fill the space that it had been restricted from before. Idia moaned before his gut let out one more loud gurgle and a belch louder and longer than any he had let out so far blasted from his lips.

“HHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRP!!!!!!”

Idia’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell back against the pillows on his bed, his gut bounced with him and caused another burp of incredible magnitude to come rocketing out.

“BOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRP!!!!”

After that belch after belch rolled out of his mouth, each one long, loud, and full of pressure. The room quickly stank like sickly sweet and spicy gut gas but Idia could hardly bring himself to care. He hiccuped and let out one more much smaller after burp before moaning and relaxing completely into the sheets beneath him. He didn’t feel as sick as he did before now that his stomach wasn’t filled with air. Instead he felt sleepy and content.

Talia on the other hand was still reeling from how incredible that crass display was. At this point she didn’t even bother covering her moan as she felt herself heat up for a completely different reason than the temperature in Idia’s stomach. A few moments of blissful silence passed of the two simply enjoying their situation when Idia’s phone pinged.

He groaned and grabbed it, clicking the home button so he could view the text. Azul: Hey I just thought I would let you know that the treat that I whipped up for you and your little friend will also cause her to be immune to any damage she may receive while ahem inside. Have fun and you can thank me later ;)

Idia reread the text about nine times before he let his phone fall onto his gargantuan stomach, which was at this point 3 feet in diameter. That shitty octopus did this on purpose. The teen groaned again and read the text to Talia who didn’t respond for a long moment. “Well I guess that means I can stay in here a bit longer right?” She asked hopefully. Idia chuckled, “Yeah. We can figure out how to get you out after I take a nap.”

A yawn punctuated his sentence and his consciousness slipped as a food coma took over. Talia smiled sweetly from her comfortable position inside his very full gut. “Yeah…” She murmured softly before shutting her own eyes and letting the sounds of a pleasantly stuffed stomach lull her to sleep as well.

#v*re #oral v*re #soft vore #safe vore #stuffing kink #burp kink #burping kink #accidental vore

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gluttonemporium · 4 months

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It's been a while since I've done anything...

How y'all feel abooout...

Mass stuffing, vore and hammerspace???

#mun talks #kink tag: mass vore #kink tag: hammerspace #kink tag: stuffing

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mynightingalecomplex · 4 years

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Don’t Get Too Comfortable

Ok, so here’s a (not so little) fic I’ve been toying with. It’s long, so I’m going to break it into parts. I default to Pre-Disney+ Mandalorians, so the helmets are not an issue.

Synopsis: Just off a successful hunt, Jesse Libarra finds herself traveling in company with another Mandalorian, Aden Nasreyc. The two Mandalorians are looking forward to a few days of rest on a backwater planet but, unknown to them, the Black Sun have followed Aden and are intent on exacting their revenge on the man who killed their leader.

Tags: previous injury, broken ribs, exhaustion, field medicine

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Part Two

Jesse shoved her way through the stinking crowd, making full use of armored shoulders and elbows. She kept one hand on her knapsack -- these freighters always swarmed with pickpockets-- and used her other to clear a path through the shifting press of bodies. When the top of your helmet comes up to most species’ shoulders, “excuse me” doesn't go very far.

She trod on a Devaronian’s foot with an armored boot. These places were always the same. Filthy floors, filthy windows, filthy people. The kinds of spacers that went into affordable galactic mass transit weren't the kind of people who worried about whatever sticky thing she'd just stepped in. And when you're as poor as those who crowded around her, things like dirty windows weren't high on your list of priorities. Jesse adjusted her helmet’s air freshener and tried not to think about the credits in her pocket. Some of these scavers could smell a full wallet from fifty meters.

The elbow room factor in the ship made the spaceport look like the Jundland Wastes. Variations on the theme of destitute ‘migrant’ clogged the ship, filling every chair, corner, and railing. Using her trusty elbows again, Jesse excavated a place for herself in the crush, more glad than usual for the insulating cocoon of armor. Not only did it shield her from the grimy embrace of the mob around her, it also acted like a forcefield. Few beings in any situation would knowingly jostle a Mandalorian in full kit.

Jesse dropped her knapsack down between two lumps of dirty brown cloth, and sat on it. Knees up to her chest, she compressed herself into a ball to take up as little space as possible. She didn't mind elbowing her way through a crowd, but she'd sat through too many galactic bus rides to thoughtlessly go the whole way with her boots in somebody’s face.

She dozed behind her helmet, listening to the creak of the ship and the sound of seven hundred beings all living, breathing, and suffering together.

The ship made several stops while she slept, the crowd ebbing, swelling, and ebbing again as they passed Coruscant, Nar Shaddaa, and Vurus. The population of these cruisers always grew and shrank depending on the proximity to the Core Worlds. People seemed to be drawn to population centers like lumimoths to glow lamps. Jesse shuddered to herself. She'd never understood that mentality. To her, the plains of Dantooine offered infinitely more than the choking slums of Coruscant in the quest for freedom and prosperity.

When her stomach woke her by gnawing on her backbone, the ship was almost empty. Jesse stretched out her legs and drug her knapsack out from under her. Asset protection was all well and good, but you could only sit on a bag full of artillery for so long before certain strategic regions began to lodge strenuous protests.

Her head itched. She took off her helmet and immediately regretted it, --the room reeked of oil and unwashed bodies-- but she left it off. Her nose had developed some serious claustrophobia from days spent in intimate contact with the inside of her faceplate. She scratched her head, enjoying the new freedom of the transport, and looked around. A handful of lumpy robes were scattered around the passenger bay, huddled in groups of ones and twos. The overhead lights flickered out of tempo with the thrum of the engine, making it difficult to see, but she thought she could make out a Mandalorian wedged into the corner across from her.

The Mandalorians were a small, tight-knit community. Any mando’ad was a brother and she was bored, so she climbed to her feet and wandered over to see if she recognized him. He was sprawled in his chair, head lolling, arms akimbo. His rucksack was shoved under his chair, protected by armored boots. A rifle had been wedged between his knee and the wall, accessible only by those willing to stretch an arm across his armored chest in potentially the last, most awkward hug they would ever give. She grinned. The man's breathing was deep and slow, not a doze but a solid, impenetrable slumber. He was either very comfortable in his environment or very, very tired. Judging by the state of his gear, she guessed it was the latter.

Unwilling to disturb him, Jesse wandered away. She rebraided her hair, stretched the kinks out of her muscles, and wished fervently for a sandwich. The spacers were usually willing to barter or sell food, but she wasn't nearly hungry enough for that. She enjoyed living, even with an empty belly.

The ship made two more landings, gaining three or four passengers, losing twenty or thirty. Through all the klaxons and turmoil, the Mandalorian never so much as twitched. He lay in his chair, still as death but for the rise and fall of his chest. Jesse dozed again, but the insistent growling in her stomach kept her from contentment.

The klaxons sounded again. Mos Isla spaceport. All ashore that's going ashore. Jesse consulted her holomap. The end of the line was fast approaching. Those who remained would be stranded on Dantooine for the next three standard months. These transports didn't run every day. She placed her helmet on her head so as to be instantly recognizable, climbed to her feet and crossed the bay again.

She rapped an armored knuckle on his chest plate. “Jate Vartuur, vod.”

His whole body shivered. He raised his head muzzily. “Whaa..?” His voice was slurred with sleep.

“This your stop?”

“Where…?”

“Mos Isla.”

He jerked his head. “No. Going to Verad. Dantooine.”

“Me too.” She smiled in sympathy. “Go back to sleep, vod. I'll get you when we land.”

“Vore, vod’ika.” His voice faded even as his head dropped again. She shook her head, chuckling, and returned to her duffle bag.

She passed the time to Dantooine researching her potential marks, mentally matching her equipment against their MO’s. Danotoonie wasn’t infamous for galaxy-class criminals, but there were enough small time psychos to keep her gainfully employed. Her usual class of target typically tended toward the detonite side of her range of options, but she had had enough of crime bosses and serial killers on Taris, so she was looking for some knife and blaster work. Dantooine would offer a change of pace and eating money. The absence of rakghouls was an added bonus.

“Dantooine. End of Line”. The loudhailer blared. The last few stragglers gathered their belongings. Jesse slung her knapsack over her shoulder and rapped on the other Mandalorian’s chest plate again. “End of line, brother. Rise and shine.”

He twitched. “Whaa? Oh. Okay.” His head drifted back down onto his chest.

Jesse grinned. She nudged his foot with her boot toe. “Come on, sleeping beauty. Get up and get out or go back where you came from.”

He jumped, as if waking up again. “What? Oh. Right.” He shook his head sharply. “Verad. Right.” He unfolded his arms. Very slowly, he sat up, took his rifle, and climbed to his feet. Moving like every joint was a stranger to him, the man picked up his rucksack. She heard him stifle a groan.

“You ready, vod?”

He looked around. “Where's my helmet?” His words were still thick.

“On your head.”

He touched his faceplate. “Oh. Right.” The warrior shook himself, visibly throwing off his stupor. He stuck out a hand. “Nasreyc. Aden.”

She grasped his forearm. “Libarra. Jesse” She grinned. “Well, Nasreyc Aden. You ever been to this corner of the world before?”

He shook his head. “First time.”

Jesse looked around. The passenger bay was now empty, the last of the migrants having disembarked. “Let’s get out of here before they throw us off. Or worse.” She looked around at the grimy, shadow-filled bay. “Before they won’t let us leave.”

Aden followed her as she led the way out of the hold toward the loading doors. “You got any plans?”

“Negative.”

“Well, I know this great little cantina just around the corner. You look like you could use a drink.”

“I could go for a plate of eggs, that's for sure.”

She checked her chrono and laughed. “At twenty-three hundred hours? In this town? You'll have alcohol and be happy about it.”

He laughed too. They were used to late nights in small towns. Life on the other side of the tracks didn’t always come with an all night diner. Readjusting his rifle, he gave her a loose-jointed salute. “Lead the way, ma'am.”

He followed her off the transport, down the gangplank, and into the smoky light of the Verad spaceport. She strode toward the exit, glad to be moving, enjoying the easy power of her body, happy to be alive. Everywhere around her shuffled wizened husks, bereft of pride, hope, and ambition, but her limbs were strong, her head was clear, and her pocket was full of money. Behind her helmet, she was smiling. She paused with her hand on the turnstile. “You coming?”

Aden was trailing behind her, bumped and jostled where Jesse had moved untouched. He was limping slightly on his left leg, hunched a little forward against the weight of his haversack. Jesse frowned. “You hurtin’, vod? You walk like an old man.”

She heard him try to laugh. “I feel like an old man.”

They walked out together into the night. Jesse led the way down a dark side street, letting old habit drop her into step with Aden. His limp seemed to abate once he had worked the kinks out of his legs, but there remained a tension in him that tickled her medical senses. “How'd you get that paint job, Aden?” His chest and belly plates were gouged and the dingy red paint had been torn away in ribbons.

He chuckled ruefully. “Long story. Let's just say there is no maximum safe distance from a Barabel.”

She sucked a breath through her teeth. “Nasty sons of banthas.”

“No kidding.”

Jesse stopped on the street corner, just outside the circle of light thrown by a street lamp. She pointed across the street. “Well, vod. Welcome to the Shriveled Sarlacc.” The neon lights flickered as if in greeting. A board fell off the single window.

“Wow. You sure we’re allowed in there?” She could hear Aden grinning. “Should we go around to the servant’s entrance?”

“No, no. You’ve got it all wrong.” Jesse heaved her rifle into a better position on her shoulder. “We will deign to grace them with our presence.”

‘Right.”

They walked through the door and took a table in the back without a single head turning to look at them. The room was dark and full of greasy smoke, empty save for a few robed beings at the bar. Peeling posters waved at them from the walls. The menu was chalked by hand in shaky Aruebesh on a board hung lopsidedly over the bar. Nut shells and bottle caps littered the floor, and a strange, septic smell permeated the entire room. Jesse took off her helmet and grinned. “Welcome to the armpit of the galaxy, my friend.”

Aden sat his helmet on the table, smiling to himself. They studied each other for a while, without shyness, seeing things few species ever beheld. Jesse saw a youngish human male, brown hair flattened by his helmet. His face was honest without naivety, his mouth firm, his eyes used to smiling. He had a sticky bandage above his left eyebrow, and the remnants of bruises on his cheekbone and chin. His eyes were frankly curious as they studied her. She knew what he was seeing. A heart-shaped face under a mop of brown hair. Green, oval eyes, and the jagged scar that ran diagonally down from above her right eyebrow until it fell off the left edge of her chin. They regarded each other a while, pleased to see another face that understood what it felt like under a bucket.

“Whachyuo want?”

Jesse looked up at the waiter. He was a loose-jowled human with a towel tucked into his pants. “Tihaar.”

“How’s your caf?” Aden rubbed a gloved hand backwards across his hair, leaving it in a greasy mohawk.

“They don’t have the worst caf in the outer rim.” Jesse said before the waiter could speak, leaning back in her chair. “But it’s close.”

“Bring the pot.”

The waiter grumbled and shuffled off, leaving Jesse laughing. “What, you don’t want to celebrate?”

“Celebrate what?”

“You’ve returned from battle, you're alive, you’re here.” She paused. “Well, maybe that’s not really something to celebrate, but still. K'oyacyi! Besides, You don’t want to make me drink alone.”

“At this point, Jesse, I don’t need anything that’s going to relax me any further.” The greenish shadows crowded into the hollows Aden’s face, giving him a ghoulish aspect.

Jesse shrugged. “Ehh...I’ll give you that one.”

Their drinks arrived without ceremony, and Jesse knocked back her single celebratory shot of tiharr while Aden filled a mug with caf. Throat burning, Jesse watched Aden thoughtfully. “Vod, you look like a herd of banthas stomped all over you.”

He shook his head, sipped his caf, and made a face. “Nah. Not banthas. Remember? A Barabel.”

“Oh...right. Nasty.”

“Speaking of nasty. This is the worst caf I’ve ever had.”

She laughed. “I told you.” She poured a little bit of the hot, brown liquid into her shot glass. “So, tell me Aden. Where did you blow in from? It doesn’t look like it was a vacation resort.”

He his face clouded. “Vurus. Three months there, hunting Black Sun leadership.”

“Fun.”

“Buckets of it. It was all cloak and dagger work until I located my target. And let me tell you. If you've never walked face first into a nest of Black Sun bruisers, it is not an experience I would recommend.”

“It's never been high up on my list of things to try.” She took another shot of caf. “That's what all the theatrics are about?” She mimicked him limping through the spaceport.

“You noticed that, huh?”

“Yup.”

“Yeah.” He looked glumly into his caf, a hand going unconsciously to his ribs. “Buir always said, ‘if it comes down to fists, you didn't do your job’.”

Jesse cocked an eyebrow. She liked the hand-to-hand times, but a glance at Aden’s bent-up posture quelled the expression of her opinion. She ‘mhmmed’ into her shot glass. “He had a point.”

“No kidding.” He filled his cup again. “Now, what’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this? Dirt, kath hounds, and grass as far as you can see doesn’t seem like your kind of vacation.”

“Well, after a tour on Taris any place that doesn’t have rakghouls is a paradise.”

“Now those are nasty sons of banthas.” He made an exaggerated face. “How long?”

“Five months, after a Twi’lek killer.”

“Just one in particular, or did he have a preference?”

“Definitely a preference. Thirty-six dead across seven star systems before I got his name.” Her face was grim. The memory of those vivid bodies was still fresh.

“But you got him?”

“Yeah.” Her voice was hard. “Dead. Some people just won’t come quietly.”

“Would you?”

“No, but you can’t blame a girl for trying.” She shrugged. “They’re worth more money alive.”

“So are you.”

“True, that.” She put her elbows on the table, contemplating another shot of caf. “And yours? You brought him in?”

“Yeah. Dead.” He shrugged and winced. “That was what the poster said.”

“Jate.”She spat. “One less lizard.” She filled up her cup again. “Cheers, then.”

He laughed. “To what?”

“To more money than you had yesterday.”

“I'll drink to that.” They touched shot glass to mug and tossed back their drinks in unison. She turned her glass over and placed it ceremoniously next to the empty pot, putting her elbows on the table. “So, Aden Nasreyc. How long have you been hurtin’ like this?”

He looked startled, and then sheepish, like a child caught with his father’s blaster. “A while. Couple months, maybe.”

“Wounded?”

“Chronic. It's the back, you know. Curse of the elderly.”

“What’d you do?”

“Don’t remember.” He was hiding his face in his caf cup.

“Have you seen a doctor?”

“No.” Aden made a face. “It only hurts when I’m working, and when I’m working I don’t have time for doctors.”

“Silly question.” Jesse replied caustically.

“Kinda.”

They sat in silence for a while, weighing the choice between another pot of caf and the rest of the night’s sleep. Jesse looked at her chrono and made the decision. “Well, vod. It’s officially past my bedtime. You got a place to stay?”

He shrugged. “I have a list of the hotels. I might just camp somewhere. You don’t see many stars on Vurus.”

Jesse snorted. “You won’t see many stars from the inside of a Kath hound. You’re not that hard up, are you?”

He shrugged noncommittally. Jesse frowned. “Well, we can't stay here all night. I'll show you where I stay, and you can make your own decision.”

Aden nodded, and they gathered their gear. Shouldering her knapsack, Jesse turned to hand a credit chip to the waiter but an anguished cry whirled her around. Aden was doubled over, arms braced on the table, head hanging down between hunched shoulders. She was at his side in an instant, her hand on his arm to steady him.

“I think your decision’s made, vod. Let’s find a hotel and let me patch you up.”

Something wicked in his eyes glinted through the pain. “Are you propositioning me, ma'am?”

“Uh….no.” Jesse gave him her best unimpressed face.

“Then what? Are you some kind of doctor?” He snapped.

“Yeah. Didn't you see the bag?” She waved her knapsack at him. He glanced at it and shrugged. She followed his gaze, swore, and swatted the flap down. The red and white sigil of the galactic medical core blazed out into the darkness. “I'm a registered field medic.”

“A field medic is pretty far removed from the kind of doctor I need.” He said, straightening.

Jesse’s face hardened. “You go into any triage hospital on Mandalore and tell me that. I've worked on everything from snotty noses and skinned knees to broken necks and triple amputations. A little back pain is pretty low down on the difficulty scale.”

Aden glared at her. She could see he was going to be stubborn. Di’kut. But with a name like “determined” she couldn't really expect him to be easy to push around. “Jesse, I am fine. Pain is part of life.”

“So it doesn’t slow you down?” Jesse put her hands on her hips, eyes blazing. “It doesn’t keep you from sleeping? It doesn’t make you weak? Why do you think that lizard mopped the floor with you?”

She could see him wavering, but whether the prevailing argument came from her or his aches and pains she wasn’t sure. “I can’t pay you.”

So that was it. “Don’t be stupid.” She folded her arms. “I don’t sell that kind of service to vode. Everyone else, yes. But not to brothers.”

He dropped his head, defeated. “Fine. But I’m paying for breakfast.”

“It’s a deal.”

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