vorish-ramblings-after-dark - Tumblr blog

vorish-ramblings-after-dark · 2 years ago

Text

Feeding The Beast

This revolves around an oc of mine from the series T/U/G/S. Tw for injury, fatal vore, and graphic details of digestion. Fic under the cut.

You make your way deep into the headquarters of the Riders. The black and white marble flooring and warm lighting give way to a much darker color scheme. The marble flooring goes from black and white to black and crimson. The walls are black as tar with intricate carvings of rose vines the color of blood. The golden light of the torches fade to a dark shade of crimson, the shade of blood. You have to squint as your eyes adjust to the much darker surroundings.

Most would turn back, but coming here is part of your job. You had recently taken up position as a guard for the Riders, but it seems you’re particular position guards on Rider in particular. The leader. You had assumed the two captains were the leaders. However, that isn’t the case. You were surprised at first to hear of this, but it made sense after the two captains explained why she’s rightfully the leader. She started the Riders. It’s only fair she gets the position as leader.

You’ve yet to meet the tug she’s bonded to. You’ve heard tales of a tug of gargantuan proportions. You’ve dismissed them, believing them to be no more than a mere tale to frighten the new hires here. The labyrinth of hallways finally opens to a massive room, no doubt the throne room. The room itself was poorly lit. The black walls towered above you all reaching up to the pitch black ceiling with crimson veins spread throughout the ceiling like a vast spiderweb. Near the furthers wall, sat the throne, empty for now.

The throne is of wicked design. The throne was made of ebony, intricately carved to look like a great dragon rearing its head to let out a great roar. It’s wings are spread out to look like it was in mid flight as it’s tail curled around the legs of the throne. The dragon itself bore a fearsome snarl, or was it a face of despair? As if it were letting out its final cry before being slain by a great hero of legend. It’s eyes are rolled back, as if looking towards its vanquisher. The throne had gorgeous crimson sky iron highlights, highlighting the scales and wings. The cushions are obviously handmade and the owner of the throne spared no expense in creating it. It was certainly a throne of luxury, despite its dark appearance. Every detail was hand forged and craved, crafted from masters of their respective crafts.

You take a step forward to admire its dark glory, when you hear something shift behind you. You turn around and notice a massive rope of sorts. It’s easily as wide as you are. Your eyes follow the rope to where it leads and as your gaze follows the rope, it becomes obvious this isn’t exactly what you thought. The rope itself coils around the room. It’s massive and far longer than you previously thought. Surely this isn’t some form of decoration. You see it lead to behind the throne and that’s when you see him.

A massive Zed-Stack, just as big as Hercules, is sound asleep. His face is similar to the ocean going tug in the Star Fleet, so you assume he’s related to Hercules somehow. He easily towers over you, and the throne. You have to step back a few feet to see how massive he truly is. You realize that he takes up a majority of the throne room, and just how small you are compared to him. You freeze as the tug growls in his sleep, a deep guttural sound that shakes the room and the ground beneath your feet.

You notice the nameplate on the side of his bow, Titan. This massive tug’s name is Titan and rightfully so. You hear the enormous and heavy towline move across the floor. You’re afraid to look down or behind you. He may snatch you up in an instant if he wants to. If he hasn’t been fed yet, that is. You can only imagine how much meat this beast consumes. You take a step back, crying out as you fall backwards hard on the marble floor beneath you.

You hear an irritated growl and the towline immediately coils away from you, and around the throne. You look up just in time to see the enormous tug yawn like a giant lazy cat, putting all of his fangs on display, letting you get a good look at every single one. They’re easily as long as you are tall, if not longer. His pink tongue curls slightly before he closes his powerful jaws. He turns his head in your direction, revealing soul piercing icy blue eyes that are as cold as stone and harsh as a winter storm. You see nothing but malice and anger behind those eyes as his gaze lands on you.

He bares his fangs and growls at you. You scramble to get up and escape, but his towline quickly whips around and knocks you to the ground, knocking the breath right out of your lungs. You gasp for air as you feel the thick towline wrap around your ankles and drag you closer to the beast. You claw at the floor, scrambling to get a grip. Your fingers helplessly slip across the smooth marble.

He stops and you feel the towline uncoil around your ankles. You barely manage to lift your head as you begin to catch your breath. Titan’s cold and hard gaze never leaves you, as if he’s studying you. He narrows his eyes to slits as he growls softly deep in his chest.

“Tell me, what brings you here to this place?” The tug’s deep voice shakes the floor beneath you and you feel the sheer power behind it through your body, deep in your bones. His voice is rich, yet he sounds like a gentleman, a noble; a voice that is intimidating, yet charming.

“I’m a guard here. Today is my first day, actually.” You reply and look up at him. You’re practically right beside him. It’s almost impossible to look him in the eye at this angle and being so close to him. He’s silent, as if thinking. His towline twitches slightly like the tail of an agitated cat. You’re not quite so sure of the situation. He obviously isn’t in that great of a mood at the moment.

“I see. I assume you were given a briefing then, about the dangers of being a guard here? You know, guarding my Rider is nothing to sneeze at. It’s a high honor, you know.” He smirks slightly and chuckles softly. The sound shakes your bones and the room around you. You nod nervously, not sure what to do at the moment. You carefully stand up, your eyes never leaving the massive beast.

“E-Er, no… I was not.” You stammer. You hear a deep rumbling sound emanating from deep within the tug’s body. You don’t like the almost predatory look in his eyes. You feel the towline gently wrapping around your ankles. You try to jump over it and escape but the towline suddenly tightens, forcing you to stay put. You panic as his towline ever so gingerly wraps around your body. You’re still able to move your arms and everything, but he’s keeping you in place for now. You yelp as he lifts you up to his eye level, letting you get a close look at those huge icy blue eyes. You shudder as you see your reflection in his eyes and he hints a wolfish grin.

“Then why don’t you stick around and stay, so I can explain the dangers, hm? It was awfully negligent of them to not educate you of the dangers. You never know what may be lurking around these dark corners.~” Titan purrs softly. The deep sound shakes you to the very core. The only sound you managed to get out is a soft squeak. It’s obvious he’s eager to feed. He’s just biding his time, toying with you, trying to get you to lower your guard around him so he can strike. Before you can reply, he opens his cavernous maw and licks your face. The rough tongue scraping against your skin, scratching it even. You wince at the feeling and try to pull your head away, only for him to tighten his towline around your body. You gasp and quickly stop. The towline nearly squeezes the breath out of you.

You watch as his tongue slithers back behind his lips once more as he closes his maw as a wolfish grin stretches across his face. His pupils dilate and contract to focus on you as his purrs grow louder. You don’t like how this looks. The situation looks grim for you. However, unexpectedly, he gently lowers you to the ground and releases you. His towline rests on the floor all around the room as he watches you. Perhaps you have a chance of escape. You smile nervously, wiping the drool from your face before you chuckle softly.

“As much as I’d like to spend time with you, and learn, I need to get going. It’s almost my lunch break.” You glance towards the door with an awkward and forced smile. Titan seems to perk up a bit, still grinning. You can’t help but feel uneasy. It almost feels unnatural for him to be grinning.

“I’m afraid there’s a storm brewing. I overheard a conversation between my Rider and another guard.. I suggest you stay here. The tavern does offer plenty of food and drink. However, it might be best to wait. It’s awfully busy at this time..” Titan licks his fangs. It’s obvious what he’s planning. You shake your head and take a step back and his grin immediately disappears, replaced by a snarl as he growls. The mask has been dropped, revealing the monster dwelling just beneath the surface again.

You immediately make a run for it, barely escaping his grasp out the door as you run for your life. You hear the powerful roar of the massive beast, and your ears start ringing. The whole headquarters trembles from the sheer power of the roar as it bounces off the walls of the halls. It’s deep and guttural, the loudest roar you’ve heard to date. You cover your ears and try to find your way through the labyrinth of halls.

…

Titan’s massive body shifts to face the doorway of the throne room as he reaches through the dark halls. The sound of your heartbeat pounding in your chest is all too tempting. He should’ve gone after you the moment he was awoken. His claws dig into the walls as he slams his claws against them, creating deep gouges in the walls as the stone easily cracks beneath the sheer strength of his claws. He can care less if the hallway caves in on you. The architect will hire someone to fix it.

…

The halls around you shake all around you as you hear stone cracking behind you. Your chest feels tight as your legs begin to burn. Your body can’t go on much longer. You see the light of the main part of the headquarters in the distance. It feels so close yet so far away. You soon begin to stumble your way down the halls. You hear the impacts of his claws getting closer by the second. He’s reaching through the doorway to grab you. He won’t stop until he’s reached the end of the hall, or until he finally snatches you.

You let out a breathless scream as you feel his claws wrap around you tightly. The sheer strength of it squeezes the breath out of your body, yet isn’t strong enough to crush your ribs. Seems he wants you alive, for now. You sob uncontrollably as Titan drags you back towards the throne room. You desperately claw at the walls around you. Your fingers start to bleed from the sheer desperation of your attempts to escape. The walls are too smooth for you to find a grip to try and pull yourself out of his iron grip. You reach out towards the light as you whimper when the familiar darkness of the throne room surrounds you.

You grow dizzy as you’re suddenly lifted up high into the air and you find yourself looking straight into Titan’s cold and soul piercing gaze. Titan smiles a wolfish grin, showing off all of his fangs as saliva glistens in the faint light. Your eyes are wide with terror as you see your terrified expression in the reflection on his fangs. You watch helplessly as his tongue slithers between his teeth and the rough surface scrapes against your face once more, leaving a strand of saliva still clinging to your skin. You sputter and wipe the spit from your face and scream as his maw opens and his tongue lolls from his open fanged mouth.

He’s already salivating as you hear the tug’s ravenous stomach rumbling deep within his body. The heat from his breath is immense, almost too hot. You try to force yourself free of his grasp, but his grip only tightens, making you cry out as you feel your ribs start to crack. It becomes painful to breathe as you struggle to catch your breath. Titan readjusts his grip on your body, holding you by the arms as he dangles over his tongue. His eyes have a glint of malice and ravenous hunger, making you shudder.

You yelp as you're suddenly dropped and land on his rough tongue. Before you can even react, his tongue pulls back into his maw, curling around your small body as his jaws snap shut around you, a deafening sound. You can’t see a thing but you feel his tongue squeeze around you as if he’s trying to get every bit of flavor out of your little body as he purrs, seemingly pleased with your taste.

You try to fight against the strong muscle, but it’s no use. The more you resist, the more he seems to enjoy it. You feel his tongue relax and unwind around you. For a moment, you think he’s just going to make it quick before you feel the rough surface of his tongue presses against your body again and squishes you between the soft surface in his cheeks. It’s like he’s savoring you like a piece of candy. However, he’s careful not to let a single fang touch you. He pins you to the roof of his maw, purring louder by every passing second as he toys with you.

After what seems an eternity, he relaxes his tongue and opens his maw slightly, letting the warm light shine between his fangs. You see your chance and scramble towards the light. He doesn’t move a muscle. He may be planning something, but fear overrides common sense and you reach his fangs, your cage. You try to climb over his fangs, cutting your hands in the process. The sweet taste of blood makes the great beast growl softly. You can stick your upper body out from his maw and look down. It would be a terrible mistake to fall out. You scream as you feel his jaws gently close around your abdomen. His fangs are barely touching your skin, yet are applying just enough pressure to keep you from slipping out.

You feel his tongue slither from between his teeth as he easily slurps you back in. Tears stream down your cheeks as you begin to give up hope. It’s obvious you’re not making it out alive, unless his Rider comes by just in time. His tongue relaxes once more as you feel yourself slipping deeper into the tug’s body. The rushing of hot wind tells you you’re right at the start of his esophagus. You plea for mercy, but your pleas fall upon deaf ears.

You hear the tug swallow, a deep and moist sound as the strong muscles of his gullet easily pull you in. Within moments, your whole body is encased in his esophagus. It’s cramped, and hot. The lining around you is soft, yet wet and slimy. You desperately try to stop your descent, pressing against the walls around you, but it doesn’t seem to do you any good, besides slow your descent. You feel a glimmer of hope as you slow to a stop, but Titan is unaffected. That’s when it hits you. He’s holding you there. You didn’t stop yourself. He stopped you.

…

Titan presses a claw against where you’re located to see if he can feel your small form in his much bigger body. He purrs as feels your feeble struggles in his gullet. It’s been too long since he’s felt this. He holds you there for a few moments before he swallows again with much more force. He smirks as he hears your muffled screams slowly become more and more quiet the deeper you’re pushed into his body.

…

You hear the sound of his heartbeat as you pass through his chest. The sounds of his grumbling stomach grow louder by the second. You know you’re getting closer to your destination by the second. You hear the air whooshing in and out of his massive lungs as his body pushes you down to his awaiting gut. You feel yourself slip through a tight ring and into a way more roomy chamber. You feel it hard to breathe in the humid and putrid air as you feel the walls around you. The warm fluid clings to your skin as your legs begin to itch which turns to burning. You wail out in pain as you punch and kick at the thick and slimy walls around you.

Your struggles only seem to work up a few burps. It becomes harder to breathe as his stomach gurgles around you. The walls begin to churn around you. The walls relentlessly squeeze and relax around you, nearly crushing you from the sheer force as his digestion begins to go into full swing. You can only hope someone drops by in time or it doesn’t last for long.

…

Titan settles down back behind the throne where he once was before yawning like a giant cat. He slowly relaxes and falls asleep with a bellyful of prey.

#fatal vore #soft vore #tw injury #tw death #my writing #boatnoms

2 notes · View notes

vorish-ramblings-after-dark · 2 years ago

Text

A Close Encounter (Original Rendition)

This is the original version of the fic I've previously written. It's best to look up the series T/U/G/S. Fic under the cut.

You look down at the dark water of the ocean under your feet as you dangle helplessly from the crane above you. You didn’t exactly have the greatest day today. Earlier you were mugged before you even made it to work. Your hand was smashed under a crate, but thankfully your hand is unharmed. You tripped over nothing and fell face first into concrete, nearly giving yourself a concussion and now the same thugs who robbed you earlier today had tied your hands together and you’re now dangling from the crane late at night.

The thugs have long since left, leaving you alone and helpless in the air. You’re an easy target for any tug in the area, especially a Zed-Stack at this time of night. Your day can’t get any worse can it? Your heart sinks as you hear the sound of a familiar whistle break the silence. Hercules.

Seems he has just returned to a port from a week long trip overseas. There’s a high chance he is famished. You quickly lift your head and see the light on his hat pierce through the darkness. Judging by his head movement, he seems to be looking for something. Great. Not a good start. Seems he hasn’t spotted you yet. You hope he doesn’t see dangling from the crane. You hold your breath as Hercules gets closer. His light shines at the crane, barely missing you and he stops. He’s much closer now. You look up and you lose all color from your face. His light is shining right on the rope you’re dangling from. He rests there for a moment before approaching you. You begin to hyperventilate as you try to break free of your bindings, focused on the rope that has bound your hands together.

You freeze as you feel hot humid air against your small body and tears begin to well up in your eyes. You already know he’s found you. He softly clears his throat and you dare to lower your head to look in front of you. Hercules is massive. He’s nearly as tall as the crane you’re hanging from. You give him a pleading look, hoping empathy will save you. Herc looks you up and down before smiling gently. You shudder at the sight of his fangs. They’re nearly the size of you and can easily snap you in half if he decides to snatch you up as a late night snack. His sapphire gaze is soft, a promising sign.

“Well well what do we have here? In a bit of a bind, ey?” The massive tug chuckles softly. You can feel his laughter in your chest, deep in your bones. You glare at him, tempted to kick him, but you know better. Kicking him would immediately make him snatch you up within an instant. He’s patient, but you’d rather not push it.

“Very funny… some thugs decided it would be funny to tie me up and hang me from this crane… Can you help me get down from here? I’m pretty much helpless here.” You look into his eyes, seeing if you can figure out if he has anything planned. Hercules’ pupils contact slightly, almost becoming cat-like slits. You get this sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. Something isn’t right. You know it isn’t. Herc is silent for a few minutes before he finally breaks the awkward silence between you and him.

“Sure, I’ll get you down from there, but I do have something you’d like to do for me in return..” Hercules purrs softly and there’s an almost predatory look in his eyes. You feel uneasy, afraid of what he may ask of you, but, it’s either be stuck here and potentially get snatched up by a Zed-Stack, or do what he asks of you and gain freedom.

“Okay.. what do you want from me?” You ask. His pupils dilate slightly at your reply. Seems he’s eager to ask you a favor in return for freeing you from your bindings. You have a bad feeling about this deal. You can’t help but feel uneasy under his gaze as he studies you.

“You see, I’ve been looking for something to at least slightly fill my pouch with, m’dear. You’ll do for tonight. Consider it as an added bonus. You get my protection and a comfortable place to rest until morning..” He circles around you, like a great white shark. You know you don’t have many options here. You can take his offer, or you can remain dangling from the crane and risk a Zed-Stack snatching you up within a split second. You shudder at the thought, but you don’t have much of a choice.

“This isn’t a trick is it?” You ask as your gaze follows him. He can be trying to trick you and get a free meal out of this deal. You have to be cautious. Sure, he’s friendly, but it doesn’t mean he’s harmless. He’s a powerful predator and you have to keep that in mind. Hercules stops just in front of you, looking you up and down.

“Why would I trick you, m’dear? You have my word. I promise you that you won’t find a safer place in the port.” The ocean going tug smiles gently. His fangs gently glistened in the moonlight. “Now are you going to agree to our deal? Or am I going to have to postpone my dinner?”

Before you can reply, you feel his rough tongue brush up against your face. You splutter as the long strong muscle feels like sandpaper against your skin. You can’t resist much, allowing him to savor your flavor and do whatever he chooses to do to you. You’re at his mercy. Yet, there’s something about him that you can’t pinpoint that attracts you to him. Is it personality? His appearance? His charm? You can’t quite figure out what it is.

“I-I suppose you ca-“ You stammer. Before you can even finish your sentence, he opens his jaws, revealing razor sharp fangs that are easily as big as you, if not slightly bigger as his warm breath washes over you. His saliva glistens in the moonlight as he eagerly salivates. Deep down within the beast you can hear something rumbling within the tug’s very core. Your eyes grow wide with fear. His jaws remain open for at least a minute or two, allowing you to admire the maw of the biggest tug on Earth. It’s almost as if time stopped. You’re frozen, not sure what to do at this point. Without warning, he snaps his jaws shut around you, sealing you in darkness. You try not to panic as you feel his rough tongue wraps around your body and constricts your small body, as if trying to squeeze every bit of flavor from you.

Hercules purrs, a sound that reverberates all around you. He suddenly turns his head to the side and snaps the rope as if it were a string. It seems an eternity before his tongue finally relaxes allowing you to rest. The barbs on his tongue don’t exactly feel pleasant and are poking your skin. You wriggle in discomfort. He must’ve taken it as a hint. You feel the powerful muscles of his esophagus squeeze around your shoulders as you hear the deep sound of him swallowing as the muscles easily begin to push you down. The pressure you feel is immense yet isn’t enough to cause any serious discomfort to you. The esophagus itself is surprisingly cramped, allowing little to no wiggle room.

You begin to slow and the tug swallows, sending you deeper into his body. You hear his heartbeat right against your ear as you pass through his chest. He swallows one last time before you finally feel the cramped esophagus open up to a more roomy chamber. You hope it’s his pouch and not his actual stomach. You easily slide into the organ. The walls are a bit slimy, but soft and warm. The organ easily stretches to accommodate your form and movement. You don’t feel any fluid, so that’s good. Seems he’s trustworthy after all.

You panic as the squishy walls clench around you. It’s a tight squeeze but not too tight. You’re still able to move. Hercules’ purrs can be heard and felt all around you. Seems he’s satisfied with your little deal with him. Of course, this is only for one night. You flinch as you feel a pressure against your side before you relax. He’s gently feeling where you are to make sure you’re safe and sound. It almost feels… pleasant. You lean into the touch, enjoying the undivided attention he’s giving you.

Hercules chuckles softly as he feels you lean into his touch. Seems you’re enjoying your time tucked away in his pouch, safe and sound from the outside world. He makes a mental note to himself to talk to the coast guard about this. This isn’t something he’d let go so easily. If he hadn’t come along when he did, you probably would have suffered a worse fate encountering a hungry Zed-Stack. He sighs in contentment before he begins to make his way towards the Star Dock for a well deserved rest.

You soon find yourself beginning to nod off. The sounds of his body working around you and the feeling of the gentle rocking of the waves is more than enough to lull anyone to sleep. You want to stay awake, but the warmth and sheer comfort of being tucked away in his pouch is a bit overpowering. You slowly drift off to sleep.

Hercules eventually makes his way back to the Star Docks and settles in his spot. His stomach gurgles softly and he feels you stir in his pouch. He hates to admit it, but he’s enjoying it more than he lets on. He purrs softly as he yawns like a giant cat, flashing his sharp fangs again before he settles down and slowly drifts off to sleep.

The next morning..

You wake up with a start as you feel the pouch walls clench around you as you feel your body being pushed up his esophagus and into his maw. You have to shield your eyes from the bright light of the morning sun as his tongue gently pushes you out of his cavernous maw. You land in his claws and he gives your face one last lick, as if to taste you one last time before he carefully uses his claws to cut through the rope binding your hands together. You sigh once your hands are freed and you rub your wrists.

You hear someone clearing their throat and you look down to see the coast guard looking up at you in Hercules’ grip.

“Is this the one you found tied up?” The coast guard asks. Hercules smiles warmly as he gently places you down on the ground beside him. You begin to wipe off the slime clinging to your clothes. You’re not sure if this will even wash out. Oh well, you’re grateful to be alive.

“They’re the one, m’dear. I’m glad I came along at the right time. Otherwise, they’d be snatched up by a Zed-Stack.” The massive tug replies. The coast guard looks you up and down as if he’s thinking.

“That may have been the intent, Hercules. Good thing you intervened.” The coast guard slinks closer to let you climb aboard. “Climb aboard. We’ll need you for questioning so we can find whoever did this to you before they hurt anyone else.”

You immediately nod and comply, climbing onto his deck. You look up at Hercules and smile before waving as the coast guard starts to leave the Star Dock.

Best. Night. Ever.

#soft vore #safe vore #boatnoms #my writing

1 note · View note

vorish-ramblings-after-dark · 2 years ago

Text

To celebrate vore day, I'll be putting up a couple fics. Be on the lookout today as they will be up by the end of the day.

#the rambler speaks #putting it under this label just in case

0 notes

vorish-ramblings-after-dark · 2 years ago

Text

Unoriginal fic title here

Another fic! Soft and safe vore with some fatal under the cut. If you need me to add tags, please don't hesitate to ask.

You are making your way back home after a long day of work at the port as the rain pours down on you. The thunder rolls in the distance and you shiver as the cold rain hits you. You really wish you had brought a jacket tonight. You freeze as you hear a deep guttural growl a bit ways off. You know the Zed-Stacks are out and about. You're not taking your chances tonight, and race for cover. You scan the area, not really seeing anything, until you spot a massive shape in the distance. You squint to try and make out what or who is off in the distance.

You realize it's Hercules. He's returned from another long few weeks away from the port out on the seas, and it looks like he's caught himself a little something. You watch as Hercules' powerful claws easily pull a sea serpent up to the surface. The serpent lets out a blood curdling screech before hissing. Hercules wrestles with it for a few moments, easily overpowering it. One would expect for him to just kill it before devouring it. However, that's not the case this time. You shudder a little Hercules opens his maw as wide as he can before he greedily shoves the sea serpent's head inside. The serpent writhes and tries to escape as the tug begins to swallow it down.

Most would turn and run seeing something like that, but you know that Hercules is relatively harmless, so as long as you don't disturb him when he's eating. Out pure morbid curiosity, you cautiously make your way closer to him, all the while trying to stay out of the rain. By the time you get close enough to him to get a really good look, the sea serpent is already three quarters of the way down. His stomach is already gurgling as the serpent fills his starved stomach, eagerly waiting to be filled to the brim with wriggling prey. Each powerful gulp easily pulling the sea serpent in further with each passing second.

You can't help, but feel sorry for the serpent, but at the same time, Hercules needs to eat too. Several more minutes pass, and he's finally reached the tail, which he easily slurps up before swallowing thickly a few more times, effectively sealing the sea serpent's fate as mere food for the massive tug. Hercules stifles a belch behind one of his anchor-like claws before sighing in contentment, relieved to finally have a decent meal in who knows how long. He picks up your scent, turning to look at you, seemingly surprised that you hadn't ran off like most humans.

"What brings you all the way out here in the cold rain, m'dear?" Hercules knows humans really can't withstand the cold and rain as much as a tug can, and it's not exactly a good thing for you to be out here for long. You can't help, but look towards Hercules' stuffed gut as it gurgles and groans contentedly around his massive meal.

"W-Well, I was just on my way home from work, and the rain started. I didn't bring a jacket or anything though." You reply, and look up at him. Hercules is silent for a few moments, as if thinking. Your heart drops a little as you hear a deep rumbling coming from within his body. How can he still be hungry? He picks up on your uneasiness before he smiles gently.

"Relax, m'dear. It's not my actual stomach. It's just my pouch. I'm afraid it's been for a little too long. Not the most comfortable feeling in the world, I admit.." Hercules chuckles softly. As tempted as he is to just snatch you up, he restrains himself. Although.. he could offer a bit of warmth and shelter from the cold rain. Nothing wrong with keeping warm and comfortable in his pouch for a few hours.. or perhaps the night. Of course, that is if you are willing to stay in his pouch for that long.

"Your… pouch?" You're not exactly well aware of the anatomy of a tug, but Hercules wouldn't actually eat you, right? At least, you know you're safe with him. The same can't be said about the Zed-Stacks.

"Yes, we tugs have pouches. It's a place where we can either store food, or even keep our Riders safe and sound. You know we wouldn't keep anyone in there if it weren't safe, or at least, I wouldn't." Hercules pauses for a few moments. "I suppose I can offer you some warmth until either the rain passes, or I could give you a place to stay for the rest of the night. You'd probably be safer tucked away in my pouch than out in the open like this. A Zed-Stack would be quick to snatch you up as a little snack." Hercules purrs softly. He has picked up the scent of at least one Zed-Stack in the area. It's not exactly safe for you to be out here like this, knowing a Zed-Stack could potentially be waiting for you to leave the safety of Hercules' side to snatch you up.

You think about it for a few moments. You know Hercules wouldn't harm you on purpose, and if it's safe for his own Rider to be tucked away in his warm pouch, it would be safe for you. He does have a point with the fact that a Zed-Stack would take up any opportunity they would see in order to get a quick and easy meal. The rain begins to pelt down harder. It's cold as ice, and that alone pretty much made you make your decision. You can't stand the cold anymore. You look up at him, and nod.

Hercules licks his fangs before ever so gently grasping you with his anchor like claws. He's doing his best to not seem so eager in swallowing you down, but the glint of hunger in his eyes is painfully obvious. However, you know you can trust him. Besides, he just ate an entire sea serpent. There's no way he can potentially want dessert to top off the massive meal he just ate. He opens his maw, and his warm breath washes over you, making the idea of being safely tucked away in his pouch not seem so bad after all. His glisten in the dim lights of the port as he drools with anticipation.

He ever so gently places you inside before carefully closing his maw around you. He's being as slow and gentle with you as possible. You rest on his tongue as his breathing reverberates all around you. Despite being covered in tug saliva, this isn't all that bad. It's definitely warmer than the cold rain outside. You're taken by surprise as his tongue gently pins you against the roof of his mouth. He purrs as he feels you squirm a little, enjoying the feeling of you wriggling about in his maw and savoring your sweet flavor.

After a few moments, he relaxes his tongue, letting you slide down into his awaiting gullet before he ever so gently swallows, slowly sending you down deeper into his body. The same powerful esophagus muscles that pushed the sea serpent down into his starved stomach with ease are extremely gentle with gently pushing and pulling you down, like an all encompassing embrace. You slow for a few moments, before he gently swallows again, sending you past his heart and lungs. The gurgling and groaning of his stuffed gut grow louder as you are pushed and pulled closer to your destination. He swallows a few more times, secretly grateful you trust him this much.

You easily slip into his awaiting pouch. The walls are incredibly soft, and have plenty of give to them, not meant to confine at all, more of to gently hold. The walls gently clench around you, catching you by surprise. The sound of his stomach hard at work at breaking down his massive meal is practically right below you. The sea serpent really isn't squirming much. His stomach has made quick work of the sea serpent, which is quite an unsettling thought. Then again, he was likely famished when he swallowed it down, so you really can't feel bad for it too much.

Hercules sighs, gently feeling at his pouch with his claws. "Are you comfortable in there?"

He stifles another burp behind his anchor like claws. It's a relief to finally have at least something in his pouch.

"Y-Yeah! I'm comfortable!" You call out, wriggling around a bit against the walls, prompting a purr from the Star Tug. The walls really aren't confining you or anything, letting you move around easily, more along the lines of gently holding you close.

"Good.. Now relax, and I'll let you out whenever you want. Just let me know, and I'll hack you up." Hercules purrs as he feels you stirring around in his pouch. You're not exactly filling, but you'll do for now.

"Okay.. thanks.." You settle down in his pouch. The walls gently hold and caress you as you relax, letting your aching joints rest after a long day of work. You hate to admit it, but this is way more comfortable than you thought it would be. His purrs reverberate all around you, relaxing you further. You wouldn't mind staying in here for a while, at least until the rain passes.

Hercules smiles as he feels you relax in his pouch before he makes his way back to the Star Dock. His stomach is still working hard at breaking down the sea serpent he had greedily swallowed down. He burps softly, softly apologizing to you before he settles down in his spot at the Star Docks. All of the other Star Tugs are fast asleep. No surprise there. None of them are usually awake when he returns home.

You begin to nod off. You could honestly sleep in here for the night. Surely, it wouldn't hurt and Hercules wouldn't mind, right? Besides, your boss can't really fire you for being late.. after being taken in by a tug. Sure, you gave Hercules permission to do so, but that doesn't mean you can't stretch the truth a little bit. Ever so slowly, you drift off to sleep.

Hercules sighs as he settles down, and relaxes, feeling that you've grown quite still, meaning you've likely fallen asleep. He doesn't mind it at all. If anything, that means he gets to hold you inside his pouch for just a little longer. He yawns like a cat, showing off all of his razor sharp fangs. All those weeks being out on the ocean really wore him out. Sure, he was able to sleep out on the ocean, but he is most comfortable at the Star Dock. He drifts off to sleep. Seems like you may getting a bit of a prolonged stay tonight.

#my writing #boatnoms #soft vore #safe vore #implications of fatal vore #if you know who it is you know

1 note · View note

vorish-ramblings-after-dark · 2 years ago

Text

A Close Encounter

Woohoo! First fic I've written for this blog. Soft and safe vore under the cut.

You make your way through the port, shivering as another cold breeze cuts through your thin jacket. The port is almost completely dark, perfect camouflage for any Zed-Stack wanting to snatch you up as a late night snack. You are constantly looking over your shoulder and listening closely to your surroundings. A Zed-Stack could literally be waiting right in front of you, and you wouldn't know it.

You jump a little as you hear a whistle in the distance. It was Hercules. You sigh in relief. At least you know the Zed-Stacks would be a little more cautious with preying on humans when he's around. However, that doesn't necessarily mean you're safe. Hercules is likely famished from being out at sea for weeks on end at times. You had observed him devouring whole sea serpents once before. You shudder at the thought. If he could easily kill a sea serpent, then what else is capable of? You just have to stay on your guard. The cold winter will be coming soon, and even the Star Tugs will be resorting to feed on humans before long.

You stop as you spot Hercules' light not too far from you. You take a moment to see if he is stalking you or not. You sigh in relief as you see his light head into another direction. You continue walking. You immediately stop and turn around when you hear the water being disturbed, but see nothing. Now you're uneasy. You take off running, not wanting to take your chances and risk being snatched by a tug.

You can see the outskirts of the port. You're so close to making it home. You feel something grab you from behind, and lift you up with ease. You yelp as the tug's anchor-like claws lift you up to their eye level. You realize it's Hercules. You pray and hope he hasn't decided to turn you into a late night snack. Hercules smiles gently, chuckling softly.

"Oh now, there's no need to be afraid of me. I won't hurt you." Hercules looks you over, as if he's thinking. You're not sure if you like this situation or not. Sure, Hercules often offers protection to humans, but a tug is still a tug. He could easily devour you without a second thought. You simply stay quiet, not sure what to do in this situation. You feel a slight tinge of panic when you hear a distinct low rumbling coming from the tug, confirming your fears that he is in fact famished. Hercules hints a smirk, clearly amused by your fear.

"Oh come on. You know I wouldn't hurt a human unless I have a reason to. Although… I am feeling rather famished.. Perhaps, we could come up with a compromise, hm? I can tell you're cold, so maybe, we both could use a little help?" Hercules purrs softly. You don't like where this is going, but it is pretty cold out here.

"W-What do you have in mind?" You ask him. Hercules chuckles softly. You don't like that. You know he's planning something you wouldn't be fond of.

"Well.. I could have a late night snack to hold me over until morning, as I don't feel like hunting tonight, and give you a warm place to stay. I could just.. take you in and keep you safe and warm for the night. After all, you wouldn't want to get snatched by a Zed-Stack would you?" Hercules licks his fangs. You shudder at the thought, but he has a point. A Zed-Stack very well could be watching you and him right now, and you would like to get out of the cold. However, you're not so sure if you're willing to let him just eat you right here and now. Hercules thinks for a moment.

"Think about it, m'dear. You'll be safer with me than any other tug here. That is something I can promise you. All you have to do is trust me. I promise that no harm will ever come to you. You'll be perfectly safe and warm." Hercules purrs, his gentle smile returning. He seems so genuine in his promise, and if he truly wanted to kill you, he would have done it already. You look up at him and nod.

Hercules immediately licks your face, testing the flavor of his soon to be snack. His rough tongue scrapes against your skin, but it's not painful, just slightly uncomfortable as you feel the tug's hot breath wash over you. Judging by Hercules's purring, he seems to like the way you taste. You can't believe you've agreed to this. The fear really starts to set in as Hercules opens his maw, putting all of his sharp fangs on display as he practically drools with anticipation, eager to have his late night snack as his stomach growls loudly. You struggle to calm yourself as he gently places you inside and snapping his jaws shut around you. You are completely frozen in place, resting on his tongue as he tastes his little snack a little more. His deep purr reverberates all around you as his tongue gently sloshes you around. He's careful not let a single fang touch you.

You feel yourself slide further into the tug's maw before hearing Hercules swallow thickly. You suddenly feel yourself being squeezed as his gullet pushes and pulls you down into his awaiting gut. It's a bit uncomfortable.. and a little slimy. It seems like an eternity before you feel yourself slide into a much more roomy chamber, his stomach. Hercules burps softly, and the walls constrict around you, making it quite difficult to move around. You take a moment to situate yourself. It's not like you could do anything about your current situation anyway. You hear Hercules' voice reverberate all around you as he chuckles softly.

"Sorry about that, m'dear. Are you comfortable?" Hercules asks as you manage to get yourself into a comfortable position. Hercules' stomach contentendly gurgles and groans all around you as it gently squeezes and relaxes around in a steady rhythm. It feels more like a full body massage than anything, and you don't feel any pain, so that's a plus.

"Y-Yeah. I'm comfortable." You reply. Hercules' purr can be heard all around you. It feels.. nice.

…

Hercules smiles, content with his little human snack before he makes his way back to the Star Docks. He slinks into his spot at the docks before sighing in contentment, resting an anchor-like claw against his gut in his hull, gently feeling your sleeping form inside him. He chuckles softly. He's glad you decided to trust him like this. He yawns like a cat, putting all of his fangs on display.

He settles down for the night, and slowly falls asleep.

…

The next morning, you are suddenly awakened by Hercules's stomach squeezing you tightly. You panic a little as you are pushed back up Hercules' gullet and up into his maw. It takes a few moments to process what is going on before Hercules opens his maw. He carefully reaches into his maw, gently grasping you in his anchor-like claws before he gingerly places you on the ground. You're soaking wet, but that doesn't really bother you that much. You can't really be upset about it since you had a surprisingly good sleep inside the tug's guts last night.

Hercules smiles. "There, just as I promised, m'dear. Go on home. You'll probably need a shower after that."

He chuckles softly as you nod and head back home. You have a feeling this won't be the last time for this to happen to you.

#boatnoms #soft vore #safe vore #protection vore #my au #if you know who it is you know #tagged to ensure anyone who doesn't want to see it won't see it #my writing

6 notes · View notes