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A Visit To Luxendarc

Cyrus, Alfyn, and Tressa visit Luxendarc to see their new friends Agnes, Tiz, Ringabel, and Edea. Tressa decides to “experiment” by giving Tiz a shrinking syrup to put on his biscuits. Long story short, all seven of them get more than they bargained for.

A gift fic for my friend @weticecubes, that coincidentally ended up being posted on vore day. I know that I’ve said this a lot before, but this is quite possibly my longest fic to date. This is the “clean” version, and it’s at about 8K words. Yes, really.

You can find the much lewder - and longer - version over at my FurAffinity. I’ll be (re)posting all my stories there as well as here. Will probably save any inherently lewd content for over there as well.

“Why are you picking those flowers again?”

That was one of the many questions that Tiz had for his friend Ringabel at the moment. The latter of the two was currently gathering flowers, though the reason why wasn’t ordinary.

“I’m gathering these beautacious flowers to welcome Tressa once she gets here. She’s never been to Luxendarc, I think. Also, you’re supposed to be helping me, not cooking.” Ringabel’s response was extremely blunt, tone-wise. He leaned down to pick a few daisies.

Tiz couldn’t help but roll his eyes. He really should’ve expected an answer like that. “Ringabel, I’m sure that she’s seen flowers before. They’re really not that interesting.” He didn’t bother to take his eyes off the pot with maple syrup biscuits. The casanova frowned and shook his head.

“Yes, that’s true...but what female doesn’t like roses and tulips, really?” Edea didn’t. Ringabel knew that damn well, thanks to multiple failed attempts at impressing her. He also expected that to be Tiz’s comeback.

“Well, I can name a few. Victoria, the Venus Sisters...” Just as the casanova suspected, Tiz’s response was somewhat obvious. Tiz didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence before being interrupted by Ringabel.

“Okay, I get it. What would you do instead of getting her flowers, then?” He was slightly curious about what his friend thought was an acceptable greeting gift. Tiz seemed to perk up at that question.

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask that. Come in and I’ll show you.” Coincidentally, the pot of biscuits on the stove were now finished, from what Tiz could see and smell. Ringabel walked into the room moments later. The second he entered, his nose caught whiff of a delicious scent.

“Whatever you’re cooking, Tiz, it smells delectable. May I have a bite?” Ringabel knew that asking for a sample when the biscuits had probably just finished cooking wasn’t the wisest decision. Tiz merely nodded and grabbed two biscuits, placing them on a spare plate.

“Sure. Although if you’re taking a bite, I don’t see why I shouldn’t too.” Tiz didn’t see anything wrong with that logic. After all, he was the one who made the biscuits. Ringabel lightly rolled his eyes and nodded with a grin.

“Okay, Tiz. Whatever floats your boat.” Ringabel took one of the two biscuits from the plate and stared for a moment, before biting into it. He was pleasantly surprised to find out that it tasted just as amazing as it smelled. Tiz apparently noticed this and smiled.

“Do you like it? It’s my special home-made recipe. I made just enough for all of us, including our new friends.” Tiz was glad to hear - or rather see - that Ringabel enjoyed his biscuits that he worked so hard on. He took the remaining biscuit and bit into it. Ringabel nodded his head “yes,” taking another bite.

It didn’t take long before both males had finished their biscuits. “Um, Tiz...is feeling a bit drowsy a side effect?” Ringabel asked. His mind told him that something was wrong here. The casanova’s mind was going up in swirls, and his was pretty sure that his vision was starting to become hazy.

“No, it isn’t,” Tiz responded in a blunt tone. He didn’t know what Ringabel was on about, not until he started to feel heavy-eyed as well. He was completely and utterly puzzled, until he settled on the cause of their soporific state.

“I think...there was something in those biscuits…” Ringabel wanted to respond, but found himself unable to for a few moments as he stumbled. The increasing urge to pass out was creeping up on him.

“You...think…?” Ringabel only managed to get out those two words before he collapsed onto the ground backfirst. Tiz gasped in horror as he watched his friend lose consciousness.

“Ringabel! Are y-you…” Tiz never did get a chance to finish his sentence. He slumped down into his chair and blacked out himself just seconds after Ringabel did.

If Tiz was paying attention to the ingredients while making his biscuits, he would have noticed a certain merchant - and starseer - give him a bottle of shrinking syrup to put on them instead of the regular kind.

Tressa, said merchant and starseer, peeked her head through the open door cautiously. Once she saw that the two males were asleep, a cheeky grin found itself on her face. “Wow, it worked! I thought that it would be a total flop…”

The starseer wasn’t one for pessimism, but she had heard that the pair of now one foot tall males were very smart, as were their girlfriends. Either they were just rather gullible, or she was already trusted, even though the four just met her back in Orsterra not even a week ago. “Hehe...now that they’re shrunken, I can-”

She cut herself off when she heard footsteps coming in her direction. They were faint, but footsteps nonetheless. Tressa nearly had a panic attack, but quickly pulled herself together. The merchant rushed into the room and frantically looked around for somewhere to hide the shrunken males. Uh oh! That must be Edea and Agnes! They’re going to be so ticked at me! What to do, what to do? Tressa tried to mentally reassure herself that she could find a way out of this and carry on with her little plan. A solution began to form in her head after some pondering.

“I hope this works.” Tressa grabbed Ringabel and placed him next to Tiz on the chair. She sat down near them and wrapped her cape around them to conceal them. Thankfully, neither of the males woke up.

Tressa mentally patted herself on the back for thinking of such a clever solution. She couldn’t be distracted by her thoughts for too long though. Not too long after the starseer took her seat, Edea and Agnes entered the door frame. Phew! Just in time.

“Oh. Hello, Tressa.” Agnes was the first one out of the two to speak up. She didn’t see anything out of the ordinary here, besides the surprising absence of her boyfriend and Ringabel.

“Hi Agnes! Hi Edea! Have Cyrus and Alfyn arrived yet?” Tressa tried to keep calm. That was kind of hard when you have two of your newfound friends hidden under your cape. She was glad that Primrose taught her about acting.

“No, they haven’t. Actually, we were going to ask you the same thing. Since you’re their friend and all.” Edea thought nothing of Tressa’s slight signs of uncertainty in her voice. She merely assumed that the starseer wasn’t completely comfortable around her or Agnes yet. Tressa shook her head with a nervous smile.

“Sorry guys, I haven’t seen them. They’re probably just looking around first. You know how easily excited Cyrus gets.” Tressa was mainly trying to find a way to end this conversation as soon as possible. She didn’t want her new female friends to find her hiding their shrunken boyfriends under her cape. Edea smirked and snickered a bit.

“Easily excited? You could tell him there's a black flower somewhere in the wild, and he'd be excited.” Edea was pretty proud of herself for thinking of that little joke. Agnes gave her a disapproving glance. “Edea! That was just unacceptable!”

“Oh come on, Agnes! I thought it was pretty good, too...right, Tressa?” Tressa had to hold back a nervous gulp at Edea mentioning her name.She faked a small chuckle and grinned, trying not to show the uncertainty in her voice. “Haha...that does sound like Cyrus.”

It was then that Edea noticed a faint scent that smelled like biscuits. She couldn’t resist licking her lips a bit. “Say, what’s that smell? Is Tiz cooking his home-made biscuits again?” Agnes hadn’t noticed until Edea pointed it out. The former sniffed the air and nodded.

“It would seem so.” Agnes entered the room fully. She looked to her right side, and, lo and behold, there was a plate with five biscuits on it. An uncharacteristically drooling grin was now plastered on Agnes’ face. Edea raised an eyebrow at her friend and entered the room to see for herself, only to have the same reaction as Agnes.

“Those biscuits look delicious...I’m sure Tiz wouldn’t mind if we just had one each, right?” Edea and Agnes walked over to the plate and looked at it. Tiz’s home-made biscuits never failed to make them instantly hungry.

“They do look rather good. I suppose that we could take a bite.” Agnes wasn’t sure if eating Tiz’s biscuits without his permission was the best idea. She wasn’t the one with the “I don’t care about consequences” attitude like Edea. Tressa knew exactly what was coming. This was all going according to her plan. She smirked and disguised it as a smile.

“You guys are fine. Tiz told me to tell you that he gives you permission to eat his biscuits. Only one for each of you, though. The other three are for me, Cyrus, and Alfyn.” Tressa wasn’t planning to involve the latter two in this. She was only interested in her quartet of new friends.

“Oh? Well, okay then.” Hearing that her boyfriend was fine with them eating some of his biscuits cleared Agnes’ guilt. She took one of the biscuits from the plate and bit a piece off of it. “These taste as good as ever. Maybe even more so!” Edea took that as the green light for her to take a bite as well. Her eyes lit up once she did.

“Hey, you’re right! These do taste delicious.” It didn’t take long before both of the females finished their biscuits in what quite possibly had to be record time. Edea was the first out of the two to feel a little peculiar.

“Told you so! ...Hey, Tressa, did Tiz ever mention anything about feeling worn out after eating the biscuits?” Edea questioned. She rubbed at her head and lightly yawned. Agnes began to feel the same way a few seconds later.

“What do you m- oh…” Agnes wasn’t suspicious in the slightest when the overcoming urge to rest suddenly snuck up on her. She did trust Tiz, and Tressa to an extent as well. The merchant’s smirk - disguised as a smile - grew wider. “Yeah, as a matter of fact, he did. He said that it was fine if you passed out too.”

“Oh, okay. I guess that...we do need some sleep, anyway…” Agnes mumbled under her breath. She groggily made her way over to the couch nearby and practically collapsed onto it. Her eyes closed before long.

Edea followed suit moments later. Unlike Agnes though, she didn’t even make it all the way to the couch. She stumbled for a bit before losing consciousness on the ground.

“Well, that was pretty easy.” Frankly, Tressa was shocked that her plan worked so flawlessly. She wasn’t a bad actor by any means, but for heroes that saved this world, they were kind of easy to fool. The merchant just stared at the two currently shrinking females, before remembering the males under her cape.

“Ah, um...right.” Tressa quickly stood up from her chair and looked down at it. There was Ringabel and Tiz, both the same as ever, though their eyes were still closed. When she poked Ringabel’s chest, there was no response. That caused her to go into panic mode.

“Oh no! I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to do it!” Tressa completely lost her cool. She didn’t want to be the reason why her new friends died! Not to mention explaining it to Edea and Agnes - once they woke up, that was. Thankfully, that scary theory was debunked by Tiz gasping for air.

“What happened…?” Tiz asked. He peeked one eye open. Tressa was above them, looking a lot bigger than usual, staring with a nervous look. Tiz gulped nervously and stared right back at the merchant. He didn’t like the way that her frown was shifting into a grin, or how tall she was all of a sudden.

Ringabel woke up just a few moments after Tiz. Like his friend, he was oblivious to what happened - and what was going to happen. He didn’t really have much time to question Tressa before the starseer spoke up.

“Phew! You’re alive! For a second there I thought you were dead!” Tressa picked up Ringabel and Tiz and pulled them to her chest, giving them a hug. The merchant had to thank Bifelgan for not letting her new friends perish on her so easily. Ringabel’s face flushed beet red when he realized that he was near Tressa’s breast area. Even when shrunk and puzzled, he was still a pervert sometimes.

There was an awkward silence for a few minutes as the merchant continued to hold Ringabel and Tiz in an embrace. “Um...Tressa? Please put us down…” The latter of the two males was the one to shatter that quiet. Tressa blinked once, then twice. Her face flushed a scarlet color when she snapped into reality.

“Huh? Oh! Sorry, just relieved that you two didn’t die on me.” Tressa sheepishly smiled and placed the pair of males on the couch, right next to Agnes. Tiz immediately tried to gently nudge her awake. Ringabel just awkwardly stared at him, until Tressa picked up Edea and placed her on one of the sofa pillows.

The instant Edea was plopped onto the pillow next to her boyfriend, Ringabel prodded at her. “Edea, my angel! Are you alright?” Tressa quietly snickered as she prepared to leave the room. Neither of the males noticed her sneaking away with a biscuit in hand.

“Ringabel! Now isn’t the time for flirting!” His attention shifted back to Agnes when he heard her faintly yawn. A relieved smile made its way on his face. “Agnes! You’re awake!” Said female rubbed at her eyes and opened them moments later.

“Tiz! Why are we all small? What happened…?” Tiz was shocked to hear that Agnes didn’t remember what Tressa said to her. Still, that was just a minor inconvenience that could easily be explained.

“It’s a long story. The short version is: Tressa tricked you and Edea into eating biscuits that causes whoever eats them to shrink. I’m assuming that the shrinking has something to do with the syrup she gave me.” Agnes thought over Tiz’s accusations when the latter finished.

“...Well...I suppose that it does add up. My only question is, why would she want to do this?” Agnes had so many questions in her mind. From the look on Tiz’s face, he was probably clueless too.

“Maybe you should ask her yourself.” Agnes and Tiz both turned around to see that Ringabel had successfully woken Edea up from her slumber. The casanova was intelligent enough to inform his girlfriend about what was going on, especially considering how she often jumped to conclusions.

“That’s a good idea,” Agnes agreed with a nod. “Tressa, why did you-“ Her train of thought and sentence was quickly cut off once she realized that there was a suspicious lack of merchant in the room. The other three just turned and stared at the doorway with her until Ringabel spoke up.

“...I think that Tressa ditched us.” What was even the point of shrinking them - and nearly sitting on them in the males’ case - if she was just going to leave the room afterwards? From the looks on his cohorts’ faces, they were all mentally asking themselves the same question about the merchant’s intentions.

Said merchant had only planned to leave her new friends temporarily. Tressa was mainly pondering on what to do with them. She hadn’t really planned this out very coherently, besides the “shrinking them” part. The starseer fiddled with the biscuit in her hand while thinking. Hmm...what to do? Maybe I could-

Her thought bubble was popped when she heard two familiar voices. She hid the biscuit behind her back and blocked the doorway as Cyrus came around the corner, alongside Alfyn. The apothecary had chosen to reclass as a warmaster, while the scholar was reclassed as a sorcerer.

“Hey, Tress!” Alfyn’s smile grew wider as he waved and ran over to where his merchant friend was. Cyrus followed suit, despite having being cut off from the subject they were discussing. Tressa gave them a nervous smile and disguised it as a genuine one. “Oh, hi Alfyn! Hi Cyrus! How has your visit been so far?”

“Splendid!” Cyrus responded cheerfully. “Luxendarc is truly a sight to behold, indeed. My sincerest apologies for being late. Would you like to come with us to visit Florem?” Tressa opened her mouth to reply, only to be rudely interrupted by a low growling sound. Alfyn blushed as he wrapped an arm around his middle.

“S-Sorry. I skipped out on all my meals today out of excitement.” Tressa chuckled under her breath. Then an idea crossed the merchant’s mind, and she genuinely smiled - though the difference was unnoticeable.

“Well, I’d love to...but unfortunately, I can’t. You see, there’s evil clones of our new friends!” Cyrus and Alfyn looked at each other, then to Tressa. The former of the three spoke up after a while of silence.

“An interesting dilemma...but aren’t doppelgangers typically weaker than their original counterparts?” Cyrus asked. Tressa merely blinked, then swiftly searched for an excuse. “Um...yes, but these ones are an exception. Despite being small, they’re more magically potent.” Alfyn’s expression turned into a worried one.

“That’s not good…” Alfyn remarked. Cyrus was about to speak before Tressa suddenly perked up. “The good news is, I have them trapped in this room behind me. If you could gather and bring all of them to me, then that would be great.” Both men nodded, then realized something else.

“How do we gather them? Also, how will we defeat them?” Alfyn inquired. Tressa shrugged and shook her head. “Hmm...both of those are up to you. Just don’t harm them in any way, kay?” After finishing, the merchant side stepped away from the door and zoomed around the corner.

“Whew! I nearly got more than I bargained for.” She looked back around the corner to see Cyrus and Alfyn opening the door and entering it. The instant it slammed shut, she smirked and brought the biscuit out from behind her back.

“Hmm...I guess just one bite of this biscuit couldn’t hurt...”

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“What do we do now?” Ringabel asked as he and Tiz tried to comfort Agnes from her distressed state. She didn’t take the news about Tressa’s betrayal of sorts very well. “We don’t know even know how to become normal-sized again.” Edea crossed her arms.

“Hmph. It’s not like we can just ask Tressa to change us back. Not with that door in the way, at least.” She pointed towards it and frowned. “Even if all four of us climb on top of each other, we still won’t be able to reach the handle. Not to mention-”

She was cut off by the creaking of the door. Her and the other three quickly diverted their attention towards it. “HEY! Tressa Colzione! You have a lot to answer for!” she shouted.

Edea wasn’t expecting the door to swing open as Cyrus and Alfyn entered, instead of Tressa. The two males approached the small group on the couch in a calm and collected manner. “Is that them?” the sorcerer asked. Alfyn looked towards him, then back at the four shrunken people.

“Yeah, I think so. They’re one foot tall each, just like Tressa described. They don’t look or seem evil, though.” The mention of said starseer snapped the quartet out of their shock. “Wait! Don’t listen to her, she’s lying!” Agnes blurted out. Cyrus raised an eyebrow and picked her up effortlessly, resulting in a gasp from Tiz.

“Hey! Cyrus! Please let her go…” Cyrus completely ignored Tiz’s pleas, instead choosing to scrutinize Agnes over and reply to Alfyn. “They must be. Tressa has no reason to lie like that.” He sat down on the couch and rested his head on the armrest. Edea groaned in annoyance and facepalmed.

“Seriously?! You don’t even-” Edea’s rant was cut short by Alfyn picking her up in his left hand, grabbing Tiz with the other. Ringabel wanted to swoop in, but could only get out a yelp as Cyrus snatched him with his free hand. “Hey Cyrus, what do you think we should do?” the warmaster asked, sitting next to the scholar.

“Hmm…” Cyrus’ train of thought was interrupted by an impatient growl from his stomach. He was completely lost on ideas, until one hit him. A solution to him and his friend’s hunger, plus their problem at hand. “Well, Tressa did say that it was up to us on how we got rid of them...and we did skip lunch for several hours…”

Alfyn just cluelessly raised an eyebrow, while the duo in his hands looked at each other with concern. The warmaster’s expression turned intrigued when he caught onto what his sorcerer friend was implying. “Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?” Cyrus just smirked, lifting Agnes up to his face.

“Professor Cyrus? W-What are you…” Agnes’ voice trailed off into a shivering whisper as she stared into Cyrus’ mahogany eyes. There was something unsettling about the almost predatory glare that he had, coupled with his tongue passing over his lips numerous times. The scholar’s smirk grew wider.

“I believe that actions are the best way to answer your question, rather than revealing the answer outright.” Cyrus dangled Agnes above him by the back of her shirt. He licked his lips and opened his mouth, giving her a view of where she would be briefly. Agnes gulped nervously and tried to wriggle out of Cyrus’ grasp.

H-Hey, w-wait! Professor Cyrus! It’s really me, Agnes Oblige! Those were the words Agnes had in her mind and prepared to say, but she could only muster a shriek as Cyrus shoved her entire body into his mouth. The sorcerer hummed in surprised delight at Agnes’ taste. Chocolate and sugar. A passing combination…

“Professor Cyrus! W-What in the w-world are you d-doing?! Spit me out!” Agnes had finally managed to gather her courage and speak up, even after seeing being tossed into the scholar’s maw. Cyrus snickered the best he could with a shrunken woman in his maw, lapping her over with his tongue.

“Uh-uh.” Cyrus pushed Agnes back with his tongue until she was at the back of his mouth. The latter’s panicked state grew worse as she slid near the entrance to the sorcerer’s gullet. “N-No! Professor Cyrus, I-I’m not-”

GURK.

Agnes never did get a chance to finish her sentence when her last plea fell on deaf ears, now sent shooting down her sorcerer “friend’s” throat. She struggled the best she could in the tight confines she was currently stuck in. Cyrus couldn’t suppress a tiny shudder from the wave of pleasure he was experiencing.

“Hm? Enjoying yourself, Professor?” Alfyn asked. He scooted a bit closer towards Cyrus, watching the lump in the sorcerer’s throat disappear behind his ribcage. The scholar shut his eyes with a light blush and licked his lips.

“Mhm…” Cyrus placed his free hand on his stomach when he felt Agnes land in it. Said female was utterly terrified, given that who she thought was her new sorcerer friend just ate her. “Professor C-Cyrus! Let me out, let me out!” she yelled. The gathering pool of liquid didn’t soothe her nerves either.

“A-Ahhh…mm...” Cyrus completely ignored Agnes’ pleas. The scholar’s face was beet red with his tongue over his lips. Delicious... Alfyn picked up on Cyrus’ apparent pleasure and tilted his head curiously.

“Professor? Are y-you…?” Cyrus opened his mouth to respond, but found himself too flustered to speak up. He swallowed his pride and made an attempt to say something.

“Haahhh...I-I’m...ooohh...fine!” Alfyn blinked once, then twice when he heard just how uncharacteristically slurred Cyrus’ voice was.

Cyrus was not expecting for Alfyn’s reaction to be laughter instead of concern. Feeling humiliated, the sorcerer tried to fix his stammered speech. “Whaaat’s so ffunny?” Once the apothecary calmed himself down, he chuckled sheepishly.

“Sorry. It’s just that...I’ve never heard ya stammer like that before.” Alfyn’s spirit of inquiry had peaked. He wanted to know how it felt to have a wriggling meal in your belly, sating your hunger. The warmaster looked down at the duo in his hands, both of which seemed to be frozen in shock and fear. He couldn’t blame them, they’d just watched their friend get swallowed by their other friend.

“I-I...mmm...can’t h-help it!” Cyrus placed a hand on his stomach and kneaded over it. He could feel Agnes’ wriggling form, even though there was no physical evidence that the events in the past few minutes had just transpired. He looked up at Alfyn to see a drooling smile on his face. Interesting...

Said apothecary licked his lips as he looked over Tiz and Edea. He wasn’t sure why, but the duo in his hands were starting to look more appetizing by the minute. Hunger was starting to compel his mind as drool gathered in his mouth. Drops of saliva landed on the duo, finally snapping them out of their fear stupor.

“AH! A-Alfyn...w-why are…?” Edea just barely managed to find the bravery to ask something, even though she had several more questions. She completely forgot about her friend in a certain sorcerer’s belly. Agnes was the least of her concerns, given that there was a salivating warmaster holding her in his hands.

Hearing Edea speak up prompted Tiz to attempt the same thing. He searched for which one of his questions to ask, but never got the chance to decide on one when Alfyn brang him and Edea up to his face, which was still plastered with that drooling smile. Tiz gulped nervously and stared into Alfyn’s eyes.

“Um...Alfyn?” Edea piped up. Her only response - if you could call it one - was a loud growl from Alfyn’s belly. The apothecary’s real self briefly showed as his face gained a red tint. He brushed aside his embarrassment and opened his mouth, drool running from the corner. Tiz shivered nervously and drew in a breath.

Tiz had a right to be nervous when his legs and boots were slipped into Alfyn’s open maw. He gasped and kicked his legs against the warmaster’s tongue lapping over him. “H-Hey now...Alfyn, we can talk this over!” The latter male didn’t acknowledge Tiz’s physical protests in the slightest.

“Mmmm…” Alfyn moaned quietly at how good Tiz tasted. Never did he imagine his best-tasting meal would be a new friend. He could practically feel Cyrus’ eyes locked on him, watching every little thing he did. Edea was glancing at him too, though she was more scared than curious like the scholar. The apothecary was too lost in hunger to really care, though Edea still tried to reason with him.

“ALFYN GREENGRASS! Spit Tiz out this instant, or…” Edea’s mind quickly searched for some sort of threat, empty or no. “...I’ll cast a spell and make you!” Edea’s bluff got Alfyn to hesitate momentarily, before he shrugged the best he could and tilted his head back.

GLRK.

“I-I really mean i-it! Don’t test m-me!” Edea tried not to show any signs of weakness in her tone of voice, which was easier said than done when she saw Tiz’s lower half get swallowed into her warmaster “friend’s” throat. The former of the two males began to panic and struggle harder.

“Wh-! Alfyn! This isn’t okay, okay?!” Tiz’s pleas fell on deaf ears as the hunger-stricken apothecary continued to lick him over. He could feel his boots and thighs in Alfyn’s throat, and it didn’t calm him in the slightest. Said apothecary was completely ignoring anything that his prey was saying.

“MmmmMM…” Alfyn quietly moaned at something wriggling in his throat. He hadn’t ever gotten the chance to experience something like this, and now it was something he wished he’d done when he first laid sight on his prey’s cohorts.

On the topic of Tiz’s friends, a certain casanova was still trying to find something to say. Ringabel had been watching Agnes get swallowed by Cyrus in fear, and now the same thing was happening again, except Tiz was being swallowed by Alfyn. There was some odd overwhelming sense of deja vu to this.

GLP.

“ALFFYNN!” Tiz yelled his predator’s name at the top of his lungs. He was now - literally and figuratively - experiencing a downward spiral. If it wasn’t for him and his biscuits, then Agnes wouldn’t be in a scholar belly.

Said scholar watched with his typical scientific fervor as Tiz went down Alfyn’s throat. He mentally noted that the warmaster seemed to be completely lost in his small hunger trance. Most intriguing…

Alfyn licked his lips to get the last of Tiz’s flavor. To the warmaster’s pleasant surprise, his prey’s taste was still there. One down, one to go. He was still stuck in his hungry stupor when Tiz landed in his stomach. Immediately his attention diverted to the nervous Edea in his hand.

“Um...hello?” Edea awkwardly smiled at the drooling apothecary above her. Disgusting drops of his saliva were still landing on her head, though that was the least of her worries and she knew it.

“Heh…” Alfyn just gave her a smirk. He at least had the “consciousness” to acknowledge her presence now. The warmaster shivered inwardly as Tiz landed in his stomach, then quickly brushed it aside. He still had one more meal to get down, after all.

“Hey! Alfyn! Can you hear me?! I’m Tiz, really, I am!” Tiz tried every plea to try and get Alfyn to spit him up. They all fell on deaf ears, and he knew it. Instead, he tried to kick against the stomach walls. Maybe he’ll get sick and spit me up. Unfortunately, Tiz was merely getting his hopes up - his predator was distracted.

The apothecary was more focused on other things, like getting his other meal down. Alfyn dangled Edea above his open maw, accidentally dropping her in it feet first from pleasure. Tiz’s struggles felt really good. Whoops...ah well. He slightly gagged at the feeling of Edea’s thighs and shoes at the entrance to his throat.

GURK.

“Oh no...Edea…” Tiz’s ears perked up when he heard a familiar swallowing sound above him. He could also faintly pick up on Edea yapping - probably at Alfyn. That told him everything he needed to know. Edea was going to be joining him.

“This is all my fault…” He knew that was a slight lie - technically, it was Tressa’s fault for giving him that shrinking syrup to use. Tiz quickly shifted his position so that Edea wouldn’t land on him once she arrived, then continued his struggles.

“Ah! N-No! Spit me out right now, you quack apothecary!” Edea knew that throwing every insult she knew at the top of her head wasn’t the brightest idea. She doubted that reason would work at this point, but maybe the warmaster’s true side that she knew could take over again.

“Yeah! Spit her out!” Ringabel finally found the courage to say something, even if it was just agreeing with his girlfriend. Any attempts he made to try and escape from Cyrus’ grasp completely flopped. Said sorcerer was just watching Alfyn to see how he handled this.

“MmMMmm…” Alfyn’s normal side was slowly starting to return. He was still ignoring everything and everyone around him, but not to the extent of before. The apothecary merely rolled his eyes at Edea’s protests and pushed her head down lightly, tilting his head back.

GLK.

“Uh oh…” Tiz mumbled to himself. Edea’s yelling was growing louder by the second, and that could only mean one thing. At least I’m not going to be stuck in here alone...

“FINE! YOU A-ASKED FOR IT!” Edea attempted to cast a magic spell, until realizing two key problems. Firstly, she couldn’t even move her limbs - Alfyn’s throat was rather tight. Secondly, and more importantly, her magic wasn’t functioning at all, likely because she wasn’t the ideal size to cast it.

“Ahh…” Alfyn passed his tongue over his lips again, getting the last of Edea and Tiz’s taste. While the former went down his throat, he abruptly snapped out of his hunger stupor. “Huh…?” The apothecary was oblivious to all of the events that transpired. He didn’t even notice the feeling of something sliding down his throat.

“O-Oh.” Alfyn looked at Cyrus with an embarrassed smile. “Shucks, Professor...what’d I eat? I didn’t take all your food, did I?” he asked guiltily. Said sorcerer just smirked and looked down at the last one remaining out of the quartet in his hands.

“I think it’s best if our tiny “friend” here tells you instead.” Cyrus glanced at Ringabel with that same cat-like smirk on his face. The casanova swallowed his pride and cleared his throat. “Um...y-you ate…” He tried to get out his words, with less than desired results. “You ate Edea and Tiz okay?!”

As if on cue, Edea yelped as she landed in Alfyn’s stomach. She couldn’t see anything in her pitch black surroundings, but knew that Tiz was somewhere in here. “Tiz! Are you okay?” While talking, she pushed and punched against her surroundings. There was silence before Tiz spoke up.

“Yes, I’m fine! I should be asking you the same thing!” Tiz was relieved that Edea didn’t crash onto him when she landed. He slightly lessened his struggles, just so that he didn’t accidentally kick Edea in her face.

“Wh-What?! AHHHH!” Alfyn was struck with a wave of pleasure when both of his prey squirmed around. He could practically feel his bloated stomach when Edea landed in it. That was when the memories of the past ten minutes came flooding back into his mind.

“Ooohhhh...right.” Just like Cyrus, Alfyn’s voice became slurred out of pleasure. The warmaster’s face turned scarlet red as he placed a hand on his bloated stomach. He licked his lips when he remembered that there was one more “clone” to deal with. Cyrus picked up on Alfyn’s staring and pulled Ringabel away.

“You’ve already had your two, Alfyn,” Cyrus chastised, patting his belly for extra emphasis. He wasn’t the type to not let his friends have what they wanted, but he had only one meal so far, unlike Alfyn. Ringabel nodded, mistaking Cyrus “defending” him from Alfyn as the sorcerer preparing to release him.

“Y-Yeah! You’ve already eaten Tiz and my sweet angel Edea!” Ringabel piped up in a more confident tone. His facade was quickly shattered when Cyrus shifted his grasp, now holding the casanova by the back of his shirt.

“Aw...f-fine...ngaahhh…” Alfyn reluctantly allowed Cyrus to have his way with the casanova. He knew that he was being uncharacteristically greedy, but this felt too good to pass up the opportunity of a third meal. The apothecary watched as the scholar sat up, licking his lips at Ringabel.

“Oh dear…” Ringabel mumbled to himself. He didn’t like the predatory look that Cyrus had. It was the same look he gave Agnes before eating her. The casanova wasn’t comforted by the fact that he would be seeing her again very, very soon.

“Hmm…can I really…?” Cyrus stared over Ringabel with his typical analytical look, except with a carnivorous look on top of it. He noticed that this “clone” was taller and bigger than all the others. Eighteen inches, instead of 12 inches like all the others. Well, only one way to find out…!

Ringabel sighed in relief when he noticed Cyrus deep in thought. He interpreted it as the sorcerer rethinking his decisions. “Phew...I knew that you’d make the right decision!” He awkwardly cleared his throat and smiled. “Now, can you please spit up Agnes and tell Alfyn to spit up Edea and Tiz?”

“Mmm...no.” Ringabel was virtually unprepared for that response. The casanova was about to respond, only to pitifully yelp at Cyrus opening his maw wide. The sorcerer shoved in the casanova’s head and upper chest, licking Ringabel over. Fitting that the biggest out of the three would also have the most delicious taste.

“WHAT?! You t-tricked me!” Ringabel weakly tried to push away Cyrus’ tongue, failing in the process. He completely flopped in all his attempts to escape his eventual fate. Cyrus just rolled his eyes nonchalantly.

“I did not trick you. I was merely pondering on the logical course of action.” Cyrus didn’t bother to mince his words. He already had his meal, and Alfyn had his meals. It wasn’t like the scholar had any reason to lie in the first place.

GULK.

“What does that even-” Ringabel quickly cut himself off. He had better things to worry about than questioning Cyrus, like escaping. On the topic of such, he found it even harder to struggle with half of his body going down a sorcerer’s throat. “I-I can’t...n-no…” He didn’t want to join Agnes in a stomach anytime soon.

Agnes had just started to settle down when she heard a familiar sound above her. It was rather faint, but her ears didn’t deceive her. “N-No...this isn’t good…” she mumbled to herself. She didn’t know who Cyrus was swallowing now, but she secretly hoped that it was Tiz. I really need some comfort after this…

Alfyn watched with the same interest that Cyrus had when the scholar watched him swallow Edea and Tiz. He wasn’t as curious as the sorcerer was earlier, but curious nonetheless, with a slight hint of concern. Especially since Ringabel was six inches taller than his three cohorts.

GRK.

“I’m not...your...f-food…” Ringabel spat out when he heard that dreaded sound for...what was this, the tenth time today? Now he knew how his three friends felt when they were swallowed. “Come on...you can still...spit me out…”

Cyrus wasn’t even registering the casanova that was extremely close to filling his belly. He was more concerned with getting his meal down. What’s this? Why is it so hard all of a sudden? Part of his mind already knew the answer to that - it was because he was swallowing something that was 18 inches, not 12 inches.

“Having trouble, Professor?” Alfyn figured that was a dumb question. Cyrus seemed to be struggling with swallowing Ringabel’s lower legs and boots. His theory was proved correct when the scholar slightly nodded and tried to swallow again - with no success. The warmaster searched for a way to help.

“Hmm...ah! I know!” Cyrus didn’t know what Alfyn was on about, until the latter scooted over next to him and massaged the lump in his throat. “How’s that?” The sorcerer’s face turned a darker red, nodding in response to his friend. “Yes. Most appreciated…”

Ringabel yelped when he felt something - or rather, someone - pushing against his form. “Hey! Stop t-that!” the casanova protested. As usual, his protests fell on deaf ears. “I don’t-”

GLURK.

The casanova was completely cut off by a final strong swallow. All of his body was now going down Cyrus’ throat. His sentence turned into a high-pitched yell as he made an attempt to struggle. “GAAHHH!”

“Lesson...h-haahh...taught.” Cyrus breathed out. His voice was back to being uncharacteristically slurred. He licked his lips in satisfaction and slumped down with his head on the armrest. Alfyn stopped rubbing his throat and stared down at him, snickering quietly.

“Yeah. You seem to be really enjoying this, Professor.” Unlike the sorcerer, Alfyn’s voice wasn’t lost in pleasure, mainly due to the fact that Edea and Tiz had stopped fighting. Well, Edea was still struggling, but she was rather weak in her attempts. Cyrus just rolled his eyes with a grin.

“I’m astonished th-that, aaaahh...you couldn’t t-tell previously...mm...Alfyn.” Cyrus placed a hand on his stomach when he felt Ringabel land in it. He could see how bloated it was. He’d normally be embarrassed, but he was too enveloped in pleasure to care.

“Ringabel? Is that you?” Agnes questioned when she heard him land in Cyrus’ stomach. She could only assume from the voice she vaguely heard that Ringabel had been swallowed with her too.

“Yes, it’s me! Agnes? You’re not harmed, right?” Ringabel knew that he was acting more like Tiz than his normal casanova self, but since said male wasn’t here, it was up to him to make sure Agnes was okay. He wanted to struggle and try to get out of here, but his friend’s safety came first.

“Yeah...I-I guess I’m fine.” Agnes was anything but fine at the moment. In fact, she was terrified, if only for the fact that she knew what happened to food. She had no idea how Ringabel was being so calm about this. Said casanova seemed to calm down after hearing that. “At least you’re okay…”

Cyrus wasn’t paying any attention to the conversation going on in his stomach - not that he cared when he was lost in pleasure. His breathing gradually turned into light panting. He rubbed at his belly and subconsciously licked his lips again. “Haaahhhh...g-greaat ideaaa…” the sorcerer mumbled to himself. Alfyn snickered a bit.

“Shucks, shouldn’t we be thanking Tressa? You never get to eat like this in Orsterra.” Alfyn was actually starting to think about leaving. Mainly to thank Tressa, and tell her that they took care of the clones...wait. Oops. We were supposed to bring them to her. Oh well...we’ll just let them out later.

“Yes, I s-suppose...aaahhh...we s-should be…” Cyrus continued to rub and knead at his stomach, completely ignoring Ringabel and Agnes’ protests. It wasn’t like he could pick up on their complaints at all. Alfyn stood up and nearly sat back down. He should’ve known that walking with a bloated belly would be hard.

After numerous failed attempts, Alfyn finally found the “strength” to stand up. He patted his belly and wrapped an arm around it. Cyrus stared at him like he just said the most insane thing quite possibly ever. “W-Where aaare...ngaahhh...you g-going?” he asked. The apothecary didn’t bother to look back to respond.

“To thank Tressa and tell her that we defeated those clones. You should come too, Professor.” With those words out, Alfyn hobbled over to the door slowly. Cyrus raised an eyebrow and tried to sit up, but immediately slumped back down in pleasure. He gave the warmaster a sheepish grin.

“S-Sorry...aah...I am unable...hahhh...t-to at the moment…” Alfyn rolled his eyes, but said no more on the matter. He really should’ve expected that type of response, given how content Cyrus seemed with just laying there. The warmaster opened the door and prepared to leave, before being completely caught off-guard by a voice.

“Hey! Alfyn! Can you hear me? It’s Tressa…!” The starseer had become shrunken and passed out after taking just one bite out of the biscuit. Once she woke up, she quickly ran to the door and tried to open it, completely failing. At first Tressa was grateful that Alfyn opened the door for her, until she looked up and saw his bloated middle.

“Wh-Whoa!” Tressa gulped nervously. Alfyn raised an eyebrow at her. Tressa didn’t tell me that there were clones of her too...oh well, I’m sure that I can fit one more. He leaned down and picked up the tiny starseer, walking over to the couch and sitting on it.

Cyrus tilted his head when he saw Alfyn holding what looked like a “clone” of Tressa. He could actually register what was going on around him, now that his prey had somewhat settled. “I didn’t know that there was more clones around here, much less one of Tressa!”

“Huh? What does that...oh, right!” Tressa knew that she would have to fess up eventually, but she didn’t think it would be so soon. She mentally braced herself for scolding from Cyrus or Alfyn, maybe both. “I’m not a clone! In fact, none of us are! I was just lying to get my new friends back to me! Please forgive me…”

There was complete silence for a while, until Alfyn broke it. “That’s not going to work on us. Unless you have proof that you are Tressa, we aren’t going to believe you.” He licked his lips and opened his mouth for the third time, dangling Tressa above it.

“No! Wait! I am Tressa! I’m Tressa Colzione! Change me back, change me back!” The starseer had now figured out everything that transpired while she was “asleep.” It explained why the males both had unusually bloated bellies when they didn’t eat any of the biscuits. This is all my fault! Alfyn closed his mouth abruptly, leaving a very relieved Tressa.

“...How can we know that you aren’t lying to get us off your trail?” Alfyn was slowly starting to believe Tressa’s story. He had learned about not being so gullible from what happened with Vanessa and Miguel, but the starseer’s words seemed genuine. From the look on Cyrus’ face, he was thinking the same thing.

“Please, you have to believe me! I’m Tressa, daughter of Olneo and Marina Colzione! Merchant from Rippletide, best friend of Ali and Leon Bastralle!” Tressa really didn’t want to become warmaster or sorcerer chow anytime soon. After she gave out her pleas, there was a silence so tense that you could cut the air with a knife.

“...Alright...I believe you. What about you, Professor?”

“Hmm...I do believe that she’s telling the truth.”

Tressa’s eyes lit up when she heard those two sentences. “Oh, thank Bifelgan! I’m so glad that you two remember me!” Awkwardly, she tried to hug Alfyn’s hand in gratitude. “Wait...what are we going to do about...you know…?”

Both males blinked, before realizing what she was addressing. Alfyn scratched at the back of his head and smiled nervously, placing Tressa down on the sofa pillow. “Um...we didn’t really think this through past the “swallowing them” part…” Tressa rolled her eyes at that. She could believe it if only Alfyn didn’t think it through, but Cyrus too?

“Wow, seriously? Well…” Tressa thought for a few moments. She knew that this was non-fatal - the shrinking syrup gave resistance to acids for a prolonged period of time. Her new “friends” would be fine, aside from some potential mental damage. Hopefully they wouldn’t be too mad at her after this whole thing passed.

“Maybe you could go over the events with me? I’m sort of curious…” Out of all the potential responses, neither Cyrus nor Alfyn were expecting that one. They both looked at each other, then at Tressa.

“Shucks, Tressa...well, okay.” Alfyn placed a hand on his belly and rubbed it slightly. “What would you like to hear about first?” Cyrus asked. Tressa just smirked with her hands on her hips.

“How about the part where you two confronted them?” Cyrus just nodded and cleared his throat. “Well…” While Cyrus was distracted with rambling, Alfyn looked over at the table.

His eyes immediately locked onto the plate of biscuits. He hobbled over to it and looked at the treats. They did look pretty delicious. If Tiz wasn’t in his belly, he would have thanked him for making them.

“I bet the others will enjoy these.” Alfyn grabbed the plate and tossed the biscuits into his satchel. He zipped it back up and walked back over to the couch, sitting back down.

Tressa immediately noticed Alfyn putting the biscuits in his bag. She didn’t bother to speak up though, instead listening in on Cyrus’ story. If she knew the warmaster well enough, he was going to serve them to their friends back in Orsterra.

The starseer briefly pondered telling Alfyn and Cyrus that the biscuits were the cause of this whole thing, but decided against it. What they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them, after all...or their friends. Heh...I know what to look forward to tomorrow.

#cyrus #edea #ringabel #tiz #agnes #alfyn #tressa #m/f vore #m/m vore #m/multiple #non-fatal #my writings #i made this long as all hell by accident #gift fics #vore day #nsfw #fa things

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Wolf Snacks

While testing out a special syringe, Lang “accidentally” shrinks four of his friends. At the worst possible time, Keyes arrives for revenge - the fact that four of his five enemies are less than a foot tall works perfect for him! He has them in grasp, and what’s a wolfy boy to do? Swallow him down, of course! Though he gets just a little carried away with his newfound predator instincts...

OH BOY this was a fun one to write. Lang is probably my favorite character from Investigations - he just looks and acts like the pred type. I’ve never really done a lot of things written here, like multiple prey (over two, that is), and writing through mostly the pred’s point of view. I also think this is the longest one I’ve ever written, at just below 2K words, haha. I’ve never played Investigations 2 (only watched videos of it), so sorry if anyone is out of character. I think this happens in the game. Definitely.

Damn...what am I going to do?! Think, Lang, THINK!

That was the one thought that wracked Lang’s mind at the moment. He knew that panicking would get him nowhere, but when your four friends are only five inches tall and being held in the palm of your enemy’s hands, literally, what else could you do?

Among Lang’s cohorts were Franziska, Gumshoe, Kay, and of course, Miles Edgeworth himself. All four of them were held by Simon Keyes, who was alternating between teasing the former two in his left hand, the latter two in his right hand, and Lang.

“What’s the matter, Lang?” Keyes taunted wickedly, looking at the investigator in the eyes. His original plan was to get revenge, verbal or physical, but this was just as good, if not better.

“Shut up, Keyes. Release them this instant, or…” Lang’s mind searched for a threat that wasn’t empty, until he came up with one.

“I’ll shrink and eat you.”

There was an awkward silence as everyone in the room stared at Lang like he just grew a second head, which was interrupted by Keyes burst out laughing. “Pfahahaha! And just how are you going to do that, Wolf-man?”

I didn’t mean to say that out loud… Lang thought. Though the more he pondered on it, the more that the threat turned into a genuine idea. He was hungry - the real reason why he shrunk his friends was to get a four-course meal in a short amount of time. It was also why he decided to skip breakfast.

His decision was now sealed. Lang walked over to the table nearby and grabbed a syringe filled with shrinking syrup, then plunged it into Keyes’ shoulder. “Sweet dreams…”

Results were instantaneous as Keyes began to stumble. “What did you do…” he muttered. Not being able to do anything, he passed out and fell onto the floor backfirst, Lang’s friends still in his grasp. The investigator watched as Keyes shrunk to just two feet tall.

He smirked in satisfaction, which turned into a frown as he realized that Keyes hadn’t released his friends, even when he fell to the ground. The investigator attempted to pry his poor cohorts out of Keyes’ hands, with less than desired results. He had to admit, they all looked appetizing when shrunken like this.

This can still work. All I need to do is eat Keyes now, and he’ll release my snacks....I mean, friends...in shock and fear once he wakes up. Preferably fear. Lang Zi says, “Drastic times call for drastic measures.”

With that saying in mind, Lang walked to Keyes. He could still hear his friends’ protests. The investigator opened his maw, saliva dripping down from it. He carefully slid his open mouth over Keyes’ boots. He hummed in delight at the taste - it was exquisite!

“Wolfy? What are you doing?” Kay asked. Lang just looked up at her and smirked the best he could. “What’s it look like?” he asked, tilting his head up and licking at Keyes’ shoes.

GLUK.

That first swallow actually managed to wake Keyes from his slumber. He groggily attempted to rub at his eyes, before they widened the instant he looked down. Was Lang...eating him? He didn’t realize that he’d said his thoughts out loud.

“Yes, yes I am. You have quite the delicious flavor, by the way.” Lang started to lap over Keyes’ legs. He was pleased to find that they tasted even better than his feet. Seems like the higher up I go, the better his taste is…

Keyes was frozen in disbelief shock for a moment. Then he snapped back into reality and started to kick his boots inside Lang’s tight throat. “Spit me out this very instant, Wolf-man!”

GULK.

“Not a chance.” Lang really didn’t feel like speaking, not with half a person inside his mouth at least. Astonishingly, Keyes’ grip was like iron - he hadn’t even let go of Lang’s cohorts, even when stuck in a maw. Not once did his grip on them loosen.

“Wolfy, please get him to release us if you’re going to swallow him…” Kay ordered, still struggling in Keyes’ hand alongside Edgeworth. The prosecutor seemed to be much more calm and collected than his female friend.

Unbeknownst to the duo and Keyes, Lang’s hidden predatory instincts were beginning to take over. He had a more wolfish look in his eyes now, fitting to his name and nature. No longer did he see Kay, Edgeworth, Franziska, or Gumshoe as friends. He viewed them as snacks. Delicious snacks that needed to sate his rumbling belly, this instant.

GRK.

That one wet swallow signified that Lang’s carnivorous side had complete supremacy of whatever happened from here on out. Keyes could tell from a simple glance that his predator was becoming more voracious by the minute, and didn’t like it at all.

“H-Hey!” An audibly stutter was now present in Keyes’ voice. He couldn’t just be humiliated like this! Did the fact that he was holding Lang’s friends in both his hands not even matter at this point? He guessed that was a yes. “Stop this, Wolf-man! Do you want to s-swallow your friends down w-with me?” That was his last (verbal) resort.

“Mhm…” Lang barely even registered Keyes’ question. He was just concerned with filling his belly and getting a meal attached with four extra snacks in the process. Five for the price of one…

GRRK.

Keyes knew damn well that he was doomed at this point. Only his upper chest, arms, and head remained outside Lang’s gullet by now. His predator was barely even registering the fact that he was about to swallow his friends! Did he even care?

The simple answer to that question would be a solid no. Lang’s inner prompting was telling him only one thing. Gulp down your delicious meals, and savor the taste all the while…

And that was exactly what he did. Lang persisted on getting every area of Keyes coated in saliva, much to the latter’s displeasure. “Stop l-licking me!” he ordered. As he expected, the investigator didn’t realize that his meal was talking - or if he did, then he frankly didn’t care.

Lang decided that it was now the end of the line. It was time to swallow down his meals, and snacks too. “Enjoy the ride…” he murmured, taking the time to get his last few licks in. Not even caring about Keyes’ reaction, the investigator tilted his head back…

GLP.

One final, powerful swallow sent all of Keyes sliding down Lang’s gullet, the investigator’s poor cohorts in tow. Lang had to give credit to Keyes for not releasing his hold not even once. That was rather commendable. He rubbed at his throat, mostly just to tease.

“Ugh…” Keyes was hating this. He was compressed and found himself barely able to even move. Not to mention that he was drenched in disgusting and wet saliva, coupled with how hot it was. He was really regretting his decisions now.

If Keyes thought that he had it bad, the quartet in both of his hands had it worse. Their own friend just swallowed them while they were being held by his enemy, and he didn’t even care! Though Lang was more like their ex-friend now. Eating your friends is probably a sure way to kill any friendship.

Just as Keyes landed face first into Lang’s stomach, Edgeworth managed to wriggle and break free of his grasp. He barely managed to grab Kay’s hand and attempted to climb back up the investigator’s gullet.

“We’re coming back up, Lang!” Edgeworth announced, struggling to get a good grip. Lang’s throat was rather slippery, after all. Still, he managed to hold on. Kay was holding onto his hand the best she could, even when covered in Lang’s saliva.

Lang was initially confused when he felt something its way up his throat, apparently dragging another thing with it. He instinctively opened his mouth, looking down to find Edgeworth and Kay on his tongue, nearly out of breath. He wasn’t expecting THAT, of all things.

Unfortunately for the duo, Lang had already succumbed to his newfound predatory instincts. He stared down at them for a few moments. Before either of them could say a word, Lang tilted his tongue back, flicking Edgeworth and Kay back to his throat.

“Wait!” Edgeworth’s voice. “Lang, please don’t-”

GLURK.

One last swallow from Lang sent Edgeworth and Kay back down his gullet. He could hear them screaming his name, their voices becoming indistinct as they slid down his throat.

The investigator shuddered in bliss at their frantic movements. Never did he think that something live squirming in your throat could feel so good. What little regret he might’ve had over doing this was now erased. He moaned out, just as Kay and Edgeworth landed in his stomach.

“Mmmmm...so...full...I’ve never felt so...haaahhh...amazing…” Lang managed to sputter out. His face was red, and his light panting had turned heavy. He knew that this was originally supposed to be a bluff, but now it was something he wished he’d done years ago.

His tongue passed over his lips as he leaned onto a wall with his hands, gathering the last of his preys’ tastes. He hadn’t realized it in his distraction while gulping down Keyes, but they all tasted amazing. Lang sighed in satisfaction.

Absentmindedly, he wobbled over to a chair and sat in it, still panting. “That’s why...ahhhh...you shouldn’t mess with my cohorts…nmmm...they’re mine to eat…” Lang taunted, letting out a small belch. He could still faintly taste their flavor in his mouth. This was a...great idea…

“LANG! WHAT WAS THAT?!” Edgeworth yelled at the top of his lungs. Lang perked up at hearing the prosecutor’s voice. He placed a hand on his bloated belly and licked his lips again. “You need to be more specific than that.” His shit-eating grin was practically embedded into his voice.

“You know what he’s talking about, Wolfy! Why did you have to EAT US?!” Kay’s voice this time, sounding more scared than irritated, unlike Edgeworth. Lang pretended to think - not that the five in his stomach could see him.

“Well, I was hungry,” Lang started, kneading at his belly with the hand on his stomach. He snickered quietly at his friends’ protests increasing in resolve. “Not to mention the possibility of Keyes maiming you four. This works best for everyone…especially me.”

“That’s INSANE!” Kay shrieked, still trying to struggle. Lang could hear Edgeworth trying to calm her down. Apparently it worked, because both of their squirms ceased within a few minutes. He couldn’t help but whimper in disappointment at that. They really did feel amazing. At least the other three were still moving.

“I know that,” Lang responded in a blunt tone. He continued to rub and knead his stomach, much to the displeasure of his prey. Then again, they had no say in this matter, did they? “Lang Zi says, ‘Innovation distinguishes between a leader and a follower.’ I was merely improvising the best solution.”

“Whatever, Lang…” Edgeworth muttered, before going silent again. He was not at all pleased with this turn of events, and anyone could tell that Kay wasn’t either. For now, he just had to wait until Lang let them out, and then chastise the investigator about it to no end.

Lang didn’t care about that inevitable scenario, though. He’d never felt this kind of pleasure in his entire life. He leaned back into his chair and stretched a bit, before laying his head back.

This was a great idea...I should really do this more often. With that thought cruising through his mind, Lang licked his lips again. He was really glad that he bought a full bottle of that shrinking syrup now...

#oh boy how do i even tag this?#m/multiple #my writings #lang #kay #edgeworth #keyes #franziska sorta #gumshoe sorta #non-fatal implied #this is long as hell #haha...

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