#Shimmering vore

[cowardlysimon]

I kinda wanna post about my ocs more :3

Idk I like them now. Feeling silly I guess.

Btw I made these guys for Mermay, so :3 (I will make more though)

well anyway

I think that's all

so uhhh yeah

see ya

[urfavoritewriter]

Ghostface Meal, Part II

A gift for a very good friend of mine. <3

Content: M/Multiple Prey, Oral Vore, Digestion, Unwilling Prey, Muscular Pred, Ghostface, Male Observer, Belching

As Chris ventured back into the lively atmosphere of the party, his shirtless form with the bulging, full-of-Alex belly stood out amidst the sea of costumes and flashing lights. The Ghostface mask perched atop his head added an eerie allure to his imposing physique. He moved through the crowd with a predatory grace, his eyes scanning the room for his next target.

Nearby, a young man dressed as a cowboy caught Chris's attention. The cowboy's outfit consisted of a worn leather vest adorned with fringes, tight jeans, and a classic Stetson hat perched jauntily atop his head. His rugged appearance contrasted with the flamboyant costumes around him, drawing Chris's gaze like a moth to a flame.

With a confident stride, Chris closed the distance between them, his muscles rippling beneath the dim lighting of the party. The cowboy glanced up at him with a mix of curiosity and apprehension, clearly taken aback by Chris's squirming belly.

Without a word, Chris reached out and grasped the cowboy's shoulder, his touch firm yet strangely inviting. The cowboy's eyes widened in surprise as Chris's strong grip guided him closer, their faces mere inches apart.

With a sudden, fluid motion, Chris's other hand shot out and wrapped around the cowboy's waist, pulling him even closer until their bodies were pressed tightly together. The cowboy's heart raced with a mix of fear and excitement as he found himself ensnared by Chris's powerful embrace.

“Hope you don’t mind joining the private after-party,” Chris said, “’Cause you’ve got a one-way ticket there.”

With a primal growl, Chris lunged forward and engulfed the cowboy's head in his gaping maw, his powerful jaws snapping shut with a resounding crunch, bitten as he’s being swallowed whole but not enough to end him right away.

As the cowboy's struggling form disappeared into the darkness of Chris's gullet, a deep, satisfied belch reverberated through the room, signaling the completion of yet another successful feast.

As the partygoers began to notice the peculiar sight of Chris, shirtless and bulging with an unmistakable gluttony, a wave of confusion rippled through the crowd. Some exchanged bewildered glances, while others gasped in shock at the spectacle unfolding before them.

With a self-satisfied smirk, Chris patted his distended belly, relishing in the weight of his recent indulgences. His appetite had been ignited, and he had no intention of stopping now, especially since Robin was waiting for him up there where he promised he’d be back.

With a predatory gleam in his eye, Chris began to move through the crowd once more, his strides purposeful and determined. He approached his next unsuspecting victim, a young woman dressed as a glamorous flapper from the roaring twenties. Her sequined dress shimmered in the dim light of the party, her laughter ringing out like music to Chris's ears, oblivious & thinking people were having rowdy fun.

With a deceptively charming smile, Chris sidled up to the flapper, his muscles bulging beneath the dim light of the party. Before she could react, Chris's strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close to his towering frame. His grip was firm yet strangely comforting, drawing her into his embrace with a mix of fear and fascination.

With a playful wink, Chris leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered teasingly, "Looks like you're the next lucky contestant in my little game."

The flapper's eyes widened in disbelief as Chris's other hand shot out and clasped the back of her head, tilting it back at a precarious angle. In one swift motion, he opened his mouth wide, revealing row after row of gleaming teeth.

With a mixture of horror and fascination, the flapper watched as Chris's jaws descended upon her, swallowing her head whole in a single, merciless gulp.

Undeterred by the chaos unfolding around him, Chris continued to waddle through the crowd, his eyes scanning for his next victim. Man or woman, it mattered little to him.

As the chaos of the party escalated into mass panic, Chris found himself swept up in a whirlwind of movement and noise. People were running in every direction, their screams echoing off the walls of the house as they fled from the terrifying spectacle unfolding before them.

But amidst the chaos, Chris remained strangely calm, his focus unwavering as he continued his relentless pursuit of sustenance. With each swift movement, he snatched up another unsuspecting partygoer, his powerful arms enveloping them in a vice-like grip before they even had a chance to react.

As he swallowed down his latest victim, a surge of exhilaration coursed through Chris's veins, driving him onward in his quest for more. He moved with an almost supernatural agility, darting through the crowd with ease as he zeroed in on his next target.

But amidst the chaos and confusion, there was one person who remained firmly planted in Chris's mind: Robin, the shy and unassuming boy whom he had left behind in the room upstairs. With each passing moment, Chris's thoughts turned to the young man, his heart swelling with a strange mixture of protectiveness and desire.

As he swallowed down yet another hapless partygoer, Chris's mind drifted back to the image of Robin, sitting alone in the room, tears glistening in his eyes. The memory fueled his determination, driving him to continue his rampage through the party with renewed fervor.

With each swallow, Chris felt a strange sense of satisfaction wash over him, his belly swelling with the weight of his latest conquests. As he swallowed down another partygoer, Chris couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation at the thought of having the boy rub & worship his growing belly, putting all his weight to work.

As Chris sat on the floor, his muscular frame dominating the room, his shirtless torso gleaming under the party lights, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself. His belly, now swollen to a massive size, bulged out between his powerful thighs, a testament to the feast he had indulged in moments ago. He absentmindedly rubbed the distended mound, feeling the weight of his conquests squirming within.

With a mischievous grin, Chris whistled for Robin, the shy and slender man he had left in the room earlier. As Robin descended the stairs, his eyes widened in shock and amazement at the sight before him. The room was filled with the aroma of food and the sound of muffled protests emanating from Chris's belly.

“U–Uh… Chris–”

"Well, don't just stand there cutie, this is all for you to enjoy~," Chris said casually, gesturing towards his swollen midsection with a nonchalant flick of his hand. Robin approached tentatively, his gaze fixed on the round mass before him. With a mixture of curiosity and excitement, he gingerly reached out to touch Chris's belly.

As his slender fingers made contact with the warm, taut skin, Robin felt a rush of exhilaration. “You’re so big ,” He began to explore every inch of the dome-like mound, his hands tracing the contours and feeling the occasional punch or kick from the prey trapped within. “I can feel them moving inside you!” Despite the chaotic scene unfolding around him, Robin couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration for the powerful figure before him.

“Probably just letting you know they love being in there,” He said, as Robin continued to worship Chris's giant belly, his slender fingers exploring every curve and crevice, Chris casually reached up and pulled his Scream mask back down over his face, the eerie grin now concealing his features once more. The mask perched perfectly on his head as he leaned back against the wall, enjoying the sensation of Robin's touch against his distended abdomen.

With each gentle caress, Chris could feel the vibrations of the prey inside, their muffled protests only serving to fuel his amusement. He couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of Robin, so small and delicate compared to the massive mound of flesh before him.

“You’re so warm, so big, and so squishy!” Suddenly, Robin leaned forward, his entire weight pressing down onto Chris's stomach with surprising force. The sudden pressure caused Chris to let out a deep, rumbling belch that echoed through the room, the sound reverberating like a beast's roar in the quiet of the night.

BuUuUuuRrRpp!

Chris laughed heartily at the sound, reveling in the sheer power of his own body. Bringing Robin in closer, Chris lifted his mask up slightly, revealing his lips beneath the eerie grin. He looked into Robin's eyes with a mixture of amusement and desire, his voice low and husky as he spoke.

"Well, aren't you a bold one," Chris said, his tone teasing yet tinged with a hint of admiration. "Feeling better already?“

“Very.” He said, his expression a stark contrast to when he was crying back in the bedroom; He had a smile on his face, enjoying himself as Chris’s huffed breath washed over his face.

As Robin leaned in closer, unsure of what to expect, Chris met him halfway, his lips crashing against Robin's in a fiery kiss. The intensity of the moment took both of them by surprise, their mouths moving together in a passionate dance fueled by desire and hunger.

"Mmm, that's it," Chris murmured against Robin's lips, his voice husky with desire. "You feel so good."

Chris's hands roamed eagerly over Robin's slender frame, exploring every curve and contour with an almost primal hunger. He could feel the heat radiating off Robin's body, the softness of his skin driving Chris wild with longing.

Meanwhile, Robin's fingers found their way to Chris's chiseled pecs, kneading them with a mixture of awe and reverence. Each touch sent shivers down Chris's spine, his body responding instinctively to Robin's every caress.

"You're so fucking hot," Robin whispered, his voice laced with admiration as his fingers trailed down Chris's chest.

Chris chuckled, the sound vibrating against Robin's lips. "You're not so bad yourself," he replied, his tone playful yet tinged with a hint of lust.

As their kiss deepened, the air around them crackled with electricity, the intensity of their passion igniting like wildfire. Moans and gasps escaped their lips, mingling together in pleasure as they lost themselves in each other's embrace.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as they surrendered to the heat of the moment, their bodies pressed together in a frenzy of desire. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss, as Chris’s belly groaned loudly, churning around its occupants.

Chris broke the kiss, but instead of pulling away, he wrapped his strong arm around Robin, pulling him close in a tight embrace. Their bodies pressed together, the warmth of their closeness enveloping them both as they shared a moment of intimacy.

As they held each other, Chris let out a contented sigh, his eyes closing in bliss. "Let's sleep here while I digest," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "And then, how about we go on an official date? That's if you're fine with me carrying a belly tomorrow from what I got in front of me." He slapped his belly, prompting a muffled yelp of pain.

Robin's blush deepened, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I'd love that," he replied, his voice soft and earnest as he nuzzled against Chris's chest. "And I don't mind at all. Besides, it's just proof of how lucky I am to have such a strong, handsome man like you."

Chris chuckled, the sound reverberating through his chest. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Robin's forehead. "You're too sweet," he murmured, his voice filled with affection. "Now, let's get some rest. We've got a big day ahead of us."

Together, they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, the promise of a new beginning lingering in the air. For Chris and Robin, the night was just the beginning of their journey together, filled with love, passion, and the occasional indulgence in their shared desires.

[twistedtummies2]

A Day Beneath the King (Kink Fic; LeonaXReader)

WARNING: IF YOU ARE NOT 18+, TURN BACK IMMEDIATELY. THIS IS NOT A STORY FOR YOU, SO DO NOT READ IT, PLEASE. EVERYBODY GOT THAT? GOOD.

Yesterday was International Underwear Day. Yes, really. That’s a thing. I was too late to make anything for that on time, BUT I did decide to finish this complete madhouse of kinky weirdness featuring Leona Kingscholar from “Twisted Wonderland.” For a long time, I’ve toyed around with the idea of ass entrapment; a tiny partner/preything being trapped in/with the rump of their giant-sized beau/predator for a while. I decided, as an experiment (and since I’ve had booties on the brain lately) to write up a trial of a story focused entirely on that kink. And who better to help with this experiment than my God and Master of Fiction, Leona?  This story contains rump smushing/smothering, butt crushing, ass entrapment, implied vore, various macro/micro elements, and general insanity. If none of that sounds like something you want to read, you have one last chance to turn back. If you’re still here...enjoy the ride. I know I did. >///>

-----------------------------------------------------------------------

“Hmph. You know, Herbivore…I always thought you were cute, but at this size? Heh…I think even a mouse would say you’re adorable.”

A fittingly mouse-like squeak was the only audible response you had to offer, as you gazed up at your titan-sized boyfriend. When Leona Kingscholar had invited you to his dorm room, with the promise of a special “anniversary surprise,” you hadn’t expected it to be a faceful of Sam’s patented, long-lasting shrinking powder. Now, you were smaller than a rodent, while Leona’s handsome form loomed over you. A smug look of amusement was upon his scarred yet supremely beautiful face, while his green eyes glowed with a keen, almost ravenous sort of gleam…which, to be fair, seemed to be their usual setting. Your heart was hammering hard in your chest, for many reasons. Not the least of them was the fact that Leona was almost naked: it was still morning, and the lazy lion hadn’t yet gotten dressed for the day’s activity. His tanned, toned form leered down at you in all its glory; his well-shaped six pack abs pulsed with his breath, his large, heavy feet planted down on either side of your. His dark mane cast shadows across his face, giving an almost evil yet deeply entrancing veneer to his supercilious expression. “What’s the matter?” he purred. “Cat got your tongue?” He grinned, showing off his fangs as you were helpless to do anything but sputter mindlessly. Your faculties for speech and proper thought were all but kaput…seeing all that warm, inviting, smooth skin…seeing that gorgeous body…seeing those sharp teeth and that hungry look in his eyes… You weren’t sure exactly how small you were - less than three inches, to be certain - but you somehow felt totally microscopic now. As if you were in the presence of a God. You didn’t dare tell Leona that, though: the big jerk had an ego the size of a hot air balloon already, after all. With a rumble that seemed to make the floor beneath your feet quake, one of Leona’s strong, long-fingered hands reached out and scooped you up, carefully lifting you into the air as he rose from his squatting position. He stood at his full height, his free hand resting upon his plush, curved hip, which he cocked slightly as he inspected you within his grasp. His grip was firm yet tender; not painful, but certainly not easy to break. You wiggled instinctively, and watched him grin once more. “Don’t struggle, worm,” he teased, playfully, swishing his rope-like tail. “Now that’s just an uncalled for name,” you muttered, trying not to show how much the demeaning taunt made you blush. You were pretty sure you failed. “Well, I guess you’re right,” shrugged Leona. “If you were a worm, I’d just squish you.” A slightly sadistic shimmer came to his fanged smile as he gave you a squeeze…then chuckled as you squeaked once more. “Such a pathetic little thing,” he cooed, then raised an eyebrow. “How are you enjoying my anniversary surprise so far, hmmm?” “W-Well, I’m…mostly wondering WHY you’ve shrunk me?” you decided to ask, rather shyly. It was clear Leona was in a mean mood, and you really didn’t want to upset him when he was in that state. He could be scary even when he WASN’T in such a mood…but to be fair, giving in to his dominating presence had never exactly been something you tried hard to deny. You loved being his, and he loved knowing that. “I decided to give you a gift,” said Leona. “You’re going to take a backseat position for the rest of the day. Call it a favor: today, you don’t need to do any schoolwork. You don’t have to walk to class, run on the PE field, deal with those smelly chemicals in the lab…” “I’m guessing, at this point, there’s a catch involved,” you drawled. After all, he hadn’t just shrunk you to give you a break. You knew him too well to expect or believe that. “Depends on what you mean by catch,” answered Leona, slyly. 

He then leaned close, and you squirmed as his sharp nose nuzzled against you. You could feel his nostrils flare as he not-so-subtly sniffed, taking in your scent. The intimacy was only enhanced by the vast size difference; you felt as if his nose, itself, was larger than you were. “Mmmm…I’m gonna keep you with me the whole day,” Leona growled, in a possessive sort of way. “No one else gets to see you. No one else gets to FEEL you. For our anniversary, I’m making sure that You’re. All. Mine. So, now that you’re so tiny…” He lapped his tongue over you, making you squeal as saliva was slapped across your side. “Mmmmaaaaah…I’m going to put you away somewhere,” Leona breathed, the warm, humid, meat-scented air wafting over you when he spoke. “Somewhere close…somewhere warm…somewhere dark…heh, probably doesn’t smell too good, probably very tight…but you’ll be safe. For a while, anyway.” You gulped as you saw him lick his perfect lips. “I…I’m g-guessing that ‘somewhere’ is…uh…right down there?” you eeked out, pointing down towards his bare belly. Leona laughed, his free hand rubbing up and down over his washboard abs. “As tempting as that is, not this time,” he answered. “I’ve got somewhere else in mind to hold onto you for the day.” You must have looked quite confused, for Leona’s sneaky smile widened. “I told you before,” he said, his voice dropping an octave in a husky, dusky way. “You’re taking a BACKSEAT position today.” The hand that caressed his belly moved down and around. The fingertips brushed over his pelvis, slid serenely across his hip and his thigh…and you felt something inside you flip-flop as you saw that hand rub up and down over the curve of one of his soft, round, well-padded rump cheeks. “Wait…w-wait, you…what…you…?” “Tch. You really need to stop stuttering, Herbivore,” scoffed Leona. “How can I enjoy you whimpering out my name if you can’t even talk straight?’ “Ass,” was all you could say. Leona grinned wider than ever. “Heh. You got it right,” he chuckled, and then lowered you carefully. “Now, take a deep breath, Herbivore. It’s probably the last bit of fresh air you’re gonna taste for a while.” You felt your eyes widen as you soon found yourself hovering, in an easy grasp, over the small of Leona’s backside. You could see the y-shaped space beneath his supple tail, which acted as the entrance to cleft between his cushioned glutes. Those same glutes were soon plainly visible, as his other hand stretched the back of the elastic band of his underpants, revealing a warm, musky-smelly cave, lined in fabric and flesh. “Wait…w-wait, Leona, LEONA, HOLD ON…!” Leona wasn’t holding on, in any way. You scrabbled against his fingers, but - with a simple tip of the wrist - you tumbled from his hand and plunged straight down into the dark well in the back of his black-and-gold boxers. THWAPP! “Ahhhh…mmmmmm,” moaned Leona, eyes fluttering closed as he trapped you in the back of his underwear. He bit his lip and rumbled, a look of pure, possessive pleasure in his jade-colored eyes as one of his hands lightly caressed the cloth-covered softness of his ass, roaming his palm around the half-spherical curve of one of his plump, plush, well-stacked cheeks. “Welcome to the king’s ‘throne room,’ Herbivore,” he teased. “Hope you enjoy the view, because you won’t be seeing anything else unless I allow it.” Leona gave his butt a firm spank. His cheeks wobbled and bounced against each other from the impact…and against you. You tried to speak, but all you could really manage - at least at first - were muffled, wordless noises. The fat fanny mounds were smushing against either side of your face, your head pressing into the outermost layer of his booty canyon. Your arms were outstretched, firmly pinned between the fatty swells of his blubbery buttocks, and the tight-fitting fabric prison created by his boxers. You tried to move your legs, but they had slid into the crack itself; you could feel the silky, soft skin that lined the crevice swallowing up your feet. All around you was the oppressive warmth of the lion-man’s fat ass, his stacked cake baking your own skin with its heat. You tried to squirm, but Leona growled at your efforts. Muffled squeaking sounds left you, as he flexed his ass HARD around you, the cushioned, pudgy rump orbs cramming down on either side of you, like a vise formed from mattress cushions. “Hmph…MPH! PLMPH STRMPH! LNRMPH!” Your words were an unintelligible garble of noises, mixing panic and flustered frustration together. Your face felt very hot, and not just because of the dark heat of the ass-jail you were now spending time in. Leona grinned naughtily over his shoulder, rocking his hips from side to side, swaying his butt as he looked in the mirror. He could see the outline your body made as it pushed against his underwear…he teasingly ran one finger around the edges, crooning when he felt you squirm so deliciously against his power. It was so easy to own you this way…so easy to KEEP you… “Hope you’re enjoying yourself in there, my little pet,” purred the prince as he patted his posterior. “Because you’re going to spend the entire day in there. From now till I return to my room, you won’t be leaving the depths of my shorts. So I’d get comfortable with ass, if I were you; the two of you are gonna be VERY well acquainted when this is over, heh heh…” Licking his teeth lustily, Leona strode across his room. You squirmed anew as you could feel his butt cheeks bounce and shift with every step…then your eyes widened as, suddenly, your face was forced deeper into his musky cleft. A new tightness seemed to overtake you, and you could hear Leona grunting slightly as he strained with something. The movements and sounds you sensed soon informed you of what was going on: Leona had just put on his typical tight-fitting pants. While you blushed at your situation, Leona fastened his trousers, and once again looked in the reflection. An evil smile crossed his scarred face: the pants completely hid you from sight. Not even he could detect much sign of anything amiss…let alone something as wild as a shrunken human, crammed into the back of his underwear. Chuckling nastily, he quickly clothed himself in the rest of his school uniform. Then, he gathered his items for classes, and began to stride through the halls of Savanaclaw, and the rest of Night Raven beyond. Leona’s walk was a thing of grace and beauty, which you had all but committed to memory; the swaggering strut of an apex predator, which left his hips in constant motion, his thighs pumping as they carried his tall, powerful form all the way to wherever he willed them to bring him. Now, wedged into the opening of his rump canyon, you were experiencing that walk in a whole new way. Grunts and wheezes left you as you felt the butt cheeks grind against each side of your body, pumping like pistons and pounding away at you with their smothering, suffocating heft. The chubby cheeks jiggled from the impact of each step, and each jiggle just seemed to work you deeper into the fat bottom’s inescapable embrace. You shook your head and tried to push away…but it was a fruitless endeavor. The ass cheeks smashed into you repeatedly, with hammering intensity; as long as Leona was moving, escape was totally inconceivable. The thought made you quiver for more than one reason. “L-Leona!” you gasped out, finally getting enough of your face free to speak. “Leona, I’m not sure-MPH!” Your protests were silenced when a flex of the ass forced your head into the crack again. “Shut up,” you heard Leona grumble. “I’m trying to get to class. You stay right there, Herbivore. Trust me…you won’t be going anywhere…” The devilish laugh the lion let out made you want to hate him…mostly because it made you lust for him all the more.

How dare this bullying jerk be so drop-dead gorgeous? Life was truly unfair. Finally, you stopped squirming, closing your eyes and simply letting yourself be squished and smushed by the repeated pressing and pushing of the gluteus maximus’ twin moons. Maybe you’d try escaping again later, but for now…there was nothing to but wait. As Leona strutted about, butt rocking and rolling from side to side, his ass cheeks crashing into you like a couple of tidal waves…you soon began to worry about a simple and obvious issue. Leona wouldn’t be standing, nor even walking, forever. Sooner or later, he would have to sit. You blushed bright red, unsure if you should dread that moment or call it a blessing…

—-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

…Experience would not provide you with any clear answers, as your hormones fought a battle with your survival instincts and physicality. It was hard to tell which side was winning. Leona sat boredly in one of Trein’s classes. His position was its usual one for such scenarios: his eyes half-lidded and sleepy-looking, his head leaning in one gloved hand, the other tapping his magical pen slowly against the pages of the book open in front of him…a book he pointedly was not looking in, instead half-listening to the elderly professor’s droning, dry lecture. The handsome half-lion yawned without shame, ignoring the looks some of the other students gave him. For him, it was another bland, monotonous lesson session of information he already knew. No different from any other class with Professor Trein… …Well, he smirked. He supposed it WAS different, but only in a small way. Chuffing through his nose and rolling his eyes at his own mental wordplay, the lion subtly shifted his position in his seat. His right rump cheek stretched and lifted slightly, before settling and splaying out again. His left cheek then did the same. He rumbled as he got comfortable, little flickers of pleasure sparking in his bloodstream as he could feel the warm, soft, pleasant sensation of the puny form pinned beneath his heavy bottom. “Hope you’re having fun down there,” he mumbled under his breath, not sure if you could hear him or not…and honestly not really caring. “Fun,” you guessed, was in the eye of the beholder. Any wiggling you had been able to do when Leona was standing and walking had been stopped completely. The hard wood of the seat pressed through the back of his pants and into your spine, while the much softer, juicier, meatier surface of his giant butt fell over your whole body’s front. It was like being buried under hundreds of pounds of cake dough, the weight bearing down on you with such immense pressure, you were legitimately surprised you didn’t pop like a grape under the strain. You couldn’t see anything, lodged in a place where the Sun never shone. You tried to push up against the fat mass, but the pudge just came drooping down again, pooling over your shrunken form, as if intent on swallowing you whole into its plump padding. Leona did not move much while he sat…but every time he did, you felt it. Every grind of his gigantic butt as he shifted his posterior in his seat made your bones whine. Your lungs wheezed as you gulped in raspy breaths every time you pushed some of the fat away from your face…only for that same pudge to drop down again. The softness of his skin only made you moan and groan; it was like being caressed by a lover…before having your face suffocated beneath a large pillow. Every breath you took was tainted with the heady odor of Leona’s natural, masculine musk. That scent only grew stronger the longer you were crammed under his fat ass; it was summertime, after all, and sitting for long hours could build up some sweat in certain places, even with the rooms well-conditioned. Your own sweat, courtesy of the furnace-like warmth that radiated from the glutes of the prince, speckled your brow, only making things feel slicker. You keened as you could feel a single bead of the stuff slide across the curve of his butt crack and drop onto your head. Your heart was pounding. A mixture of various emotions - fear and ever-growing arousal predominant among them - mingled in your body. This was so humiliating, so demeaning, so generally unpleasant…yet you found you almost didn’t want it to stop. It didn’t keep you from wiggling. Thinking the lion was distracted, you tried a couple of times to squirm…but even if all the weight and pressure had allowed it, Leona wouldn’t. You could alway sense his displeasure, as a low rumble - not quite a growl, but close - would thrum through the body over you…then, he’d flex his cheeks, till your head nearly felt like it might burst. You soon got the message and quit trying to break free; each time he flexed, you could feel yourself sinking into the cleft like it was quicksand. You groaned as Leona shifted his rump more insistently; now he was clearly doing it to directly torment you, smushing his cheeks over you and shifting the rolls of fat over you in waves. “Mmmmmm…” The pleasured moan around you made you blush more. You felt him lift his rump slightly, and felt the tightness around you slacken eeeever so slightly…before he sat fully once more, and you grimaced as you were forced deeper into the crack. Suddenly, you realized…that was the point. Every shift, every flex, every motion…was pushing you further and further into the crevice between the rump cheeks. You tried to squirm, letting out muffled calls for Leona to stop…but even if he heard you, he clearly wasn’t caring, as he just flexed hard. Suction dragged you deeper into the velvety canyon of sweaty, musky rump meat. You clawed at the cheeks, but your fingers just sank uselessly into the chub, and skidded across it without getting any real purchase. “Deeper,” Leona’s voice came drifting down to you, as he had clearly decided to ignore class in favor of dragging your body into his crack by force. “Get…all the way…in there…” Each phrase was accompanied by a flex from his butt. You could feel the muscles bundled together beneath the cushioning pudge, as they worked like a set of toothless jaws to nibble you into the blackness of the booty cleft. “H-Help…help! L-Leona…stop…!” Your words were panting, gasping…totally useless. Leona chuckled, amused at your feeble voice, buried beneath his bulk. “Sink,” he hissed. “You know where you belong.” “Kingscholar!” snapped Trein’s voice, crossly. “What are you muttering about? Are you paying attention at all?” “Yeah, yeah, I’m listening,” grunted Leona. You tried to call out to the professor, but blushed when you found you couldn’t. Too much weight, softness, and plumpness was pushing on your face and your chest. You were sinking into the canyon, your feet wiggling against the silky, sensitive skin that lined the inner layer of the rump region. Your head and one arm were all that remained outside of the crack. You puffed through your nostrils as your crimson face was squished more than ever, your fingers clinging to the fatness as best you could…

Leona - without watching his movements, his eyes on Trein’s blackboard - reached back with one hand while no one was looking. He gripped one of his butt cheeks, and gave it a slight jiggle. He smirked as he heard the faint, barely audible “swulp” sound as your entire body was now completely stuffed into the partition of his posterior. Leona flexed his cheeks once more, just to make sure you were firmly lodged in the crack, then scratched his butt carelessly before returning his attention as fully as he could (which wasn’t that fully) to Trein’s lesson. Your whole body was now totally immersed in assflesh. The musky smell and sweaty sensations were stronger than ever. You squirmed, but all you could feel was the soft, thick, weighty rump chub that surrounded you. You couldn’t tell which way to move to try and find fresh air…and you knew it was hopeless, anyway, since you were still trapped by Leona’s undergarments and the trousers beyond. A moan left you as you could hear the intestines of the lion bubbling somewhere nearby, and you could feel his butt clamp each time you pawed at the bum walls, which came around you like a trash compactor… “It’s useless trying to get away,” Leona’s voice came down again. “I could keep you there forever, if I wanted, y’know. Heh…just think of that…never knowing anything but that. Left to live inside my crack…lost there for the rest of your short, tortured life…not even worth a snack, just a plaything for me to break. Tch. Sounds like it would suck, but I bet it’s making you blush like a rose, right?” “Kingscholar!” “I’m listenin’, alright?!” While the professor and the prince began to bicker, you could only curl up slightly in the canyon. You really hated it when he was right, the rude bully…

—---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Leona panted slightly as he jogged across a stretch of flat, grassy field. His hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, and he was dressed in his usual PE uniform. The one exception was the usual black sports jacket he had tied about his waist. He had left that in the lockers. The lion paused beside a tree and sighed, wiping an arm across his sweaty brow as he eased himself into the shade. He was carrying a large bottle of water in his other hand. Smacking his parched lips, he opened it up and slugged down a few refreshing swallows of the cool, clear liquid. “Ahhhh,” sighed Leona, as he leaned back against the trunk and closed the bottle up. The tip of his tongue went past his teeth and lapped at his lips. “Damn…it’s scorching today. I’m used to hot weather, but it’s still pretty warm…warmer than usual, I think.” A devious smirk crossed the lion’s face, and his scarred eye glistened with superior, sinister pleasure as he glanced back over his shoulder. His tail lifted and curled itself around one of his butt cheeks, cupping under its weight and lifting it slightly. “Must be absolutely broiling in there, for you,” he remarked. “Heh…try not to drown in all that sweat, if you can. Must be real-huh?” Leona’s eyes widened and his smirk faded as something shifted under his pants. He suddenly felt a shiver race up and down his spine and let out a shaky breath…as his rump visible jiggled and wobbled, as if it had a mind of its own. Finally, the lion’s fluttering eyes opened fully, and he chuckled as the motions stopped. “Well, whaddya know…you actually managed to wiggle free. Gotta admit, I’m almost impressed. Almost.” You couldn’t answer at first. You gasped and choked, desperately drinking in air that wasn’t reeking of lion sweat and musk. Your entire shrunken form was soaked in the same, your hair stuck to your brow, as your upper half dangled over the waistband of Leona’s athletic pants. It had been a lucky break: you had realized, while he had been exercising, that the looser fit gave you a chance to try and break free. The problem was…you hadn’t been given a proper chance. When the lion wasn’t sitting on a broomstick or an exercise bench, he was running or leaping. For all his talk of using mind over muscle, the athletic prince kept a good workout regiment. You felt delirious, loopy after huffing up the fumes of sweat and rump musk that built up over the day, and exponentially increased with the workout. Wiggling free from the lion’s rump and crawling your way upwards left you totally out of breath; it felt as if you’d been swimming against the flabby mounds. You looked up at Leona. You tried to look angry, but you had a feeling you weren’t succeeding; your face was still very red, both from your flustered status and how tired and hot you were. Combined with your sweaty disposition, and the way you so pathetically rested, unable to pull yourself free any further, not to mention how you winced as blessed daylight hit your eyes…you could understand the superior, self-confident smirk Leona was giving your rather pitiful form. “Enjoying our anniversary yet?” “You…are so…awful…” Leona just rolled his eyes. “Say that when you don’t look like a bruised tomato,” he snorted, and took another drink of water, closing his eyes as he relished the feeling of the cold drink descending his esophagus. He opened one eye when he heard a puppyish sound leave you, and smirked around the bottle top as he saw the longing look you gave to the bottle. He pulled it free from his lips and licked them, shaking it teasingly. “What’s the matter?” he mocked. “Thirsty? I’d think you’d be getting plenty to satisfy your thirst back there.” “Are you referring to your sweat, or just to a different kind of thirst?” “Yes,” Leona said, showing off his fangs. You just groaned. “When I get back to normal,” you threatened, “I’m going to spend a whole week waking you up early, whether you need it or not.” “I’m shaking in my sandals,” drawled Leona, then narrowed his glowing green eyes. “Besides, you seem to be under the impression I’ll LET you get back to normal.” You froze up and blinked up at the lion man. “Wh-what’s that supposed to mean?” you squeaked, nervously. “Well, I COULD just crush you between my butt cheeks or let my ass smother you to death,” said Leona, shrugging carelessly and crossing his arms over his chest. His tail lifted up, the end of it twitching back and forth, like the pendulum of a clock. “No one would ever know what happened to you…no one but me. Then I could just gobble up your puny body, and digest the evidence. Heh…bet you’d end becoming part of my ass, too. So I guess, in a way…you’d never escape it. I think that sounds like a great way to finish our anniversary, don’t you?” You knew he was just teasing. At least…you certainly HOPED he was just teasing. With Leona Kingscholar, it was hard to tell. Regardless, you couldn’t help but whimper and cringe. Leona snickered, the sun glinting off his pearly fangs. “You’re way too easy,” he said. “And you’re a fatass and a meanie.” Leona looked bored. “Meanie? Seriously?” he droned. “What are you, five? Not even my nephew uses words like that…often…” “Meanie!” you snapped back, deliberately. You even stuck your tongue out, trying to annoy him with a bit of childishness. You had to get SOME small revenge after all this, after all. The attempt backfired, however, as Leona scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Okay, you wanna be a brat?” he snorted. “Fine: just for that, you’ve lost your rights to air and sunlight…not that you ever had them in the first place. Get back in my ass!” Suddenly, the lion’s tail whipped down, and you yelped as the rope-like appendage worked to push you back into the prince’s pants. Your arms flailed and you let out a series of sputtering sounds as you fought to shove it away, but you failed. The tail twisted and turned, working like a snake to shove you into place. Once more, you found yourself sinking into the sweaty, musky, warm, cushioned folds of the fat ass crack. A final gasp was cut short as you were squelched back into place, the plump butt cheeks jiggling as the tail pulled free and lashed itself back to its proper state. Leona nodded to himself, firmly, finished his water, then tossed the bottle into a nearby trash bin before continuing his jog, leaving you helpless as you felt his rump bounce and grind around you with every movement of his powerful legs.

—------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Afternoon was changing into evening when Leona finally arrived back at Savanaclaw. He yawned as he strolled through the halls of the oasis-like dorm, a cool breeze whistling through his sweat-stained locks. He walked with his eyes closed, hands behind his head, lazily sauntering along as his mind wandered. The housewarden was looking forward to a cool shower and a much-deserved catnap. His ears pricked up when he heard a pair of voices chattering ahead. “Still no sign of them?” “Not so far. You sure you didn’t see them in Ignihyde?” “Nope. Ortho scanned the whole dorm, said he couldn’t find any sign of them there.” “Well, why didn’t you ask him to scan the whole SCHOOL?” “...Oh, yeah. I guess I didn’t think of that.” “Do you ever think at all?” “HEY!” Kingscholar frowned and opened his unscarred eye. Ahead, he could see two familiar Heartslabyul students nervously bantering with one another, clearly out of place in Savanaclaw. “Alright, let’s be smart about this…after all, they can’t have disappeared into thin air,” sighed Ace Trappola “I dunno…at this point, it’s looking like they might have,” mumbled Deuce Spade, scratching the back of his head as he glanced about…then he noticed Leona. His eyes lit up and he waved the lion over. “Oi! Leona! Can we ask you a question?” “I think that counts,” Leona dryly replied, and tried to walk past the pair. “Hey! Don’t just ignore us!” yelled Ace. Leona stopped and glared back at them. He was quite annoyed. “Do you REALLY wanna get my attention that way, Trappola?” he growled warningly, baring his teeth and twitching his tail in irritation. “Sorry,” Ace apologized. “It’s just that we’re looking for the Prefect.” Leona’s tail twitch changed from one of irritation to one of self-gratified amusement. “Really?” he purred. “They were supposed to come help us with a study session earlier, but we haven’t seen them all day,” Deuce explained. “Since you’re in charge here, and since…well…you know…you ARE kinda their boyfriend? We were wondering if you would know where to look for them,” Ace added. Leona grinned widely. Oh, this was just too priceless. “I saw them briefly at PE,” he replied. “Since when do they take PE class with you?” frowned Ace, crinkling his nose, clearly confused. “I never said they did,” Leona reminded him. “I just said I saw them at that time.” “And you don’t know where they could be now?” Deuce checked again. “Psh. I’m not my Herbivore’s keeper. They’re a grown-ass human being, they can take care of themselves, don’tcha think?” “Sure, WE think that,” said Ace, now narrowing his eyes. “But since when did YOU think that?” Leona just yawned. “Is this interrogation over? I wanna get some sleep,” he growled, grouchily. “If you don’t have anything else to add,” shrugged Deuce, then looked at Ace. “C’mon, let’s see if maybe there’s a clue in Diasomnia. They’re pretty close to Malleus, after all.” “Well, we definitely won’t HEAR anything there…Sebek will yell our ears off, I just know it…” Leona chuckled as he watched the pair leave. “If that overgrown lizard has a hint, tell him thanks for keeping an eye on MY plaything,” he called mockingly. The Heartslabyul duo frowned back over their shoulders; they didn’t always like hearing Leona call you that…but they also weren’t TOO put off, as they simply and calmly left. Once they were gone, Leona smirked wider, eyes glowing with a somewhat evil gleam as he looked back over his shoulder and patted his warm, wide buttocks. They wobbled at his touch. “No one knows where you are, my pet,” he whispered, in a sultry, silky sort of way. “Nobody but me. How has it been, huh? Soaking up all my sweat and musk…feeling all my weight pound and squeeze around you…I bet when I take off these pants, I still won’t be able to even tell you’re in there.” He paused, caressing his rear end almost affectionately, a thoughtful, supreme look on his face. “I’m almost tempted to leave you in there. Forever. If it were physically possible, I absolutely would…let you live up my ass. No more daylight. No more air. Only me…all around you…completely and inescapably. No one would ever see you again; I could keep you to myself. My little plaything. My little rump toy.” He growled and flexed his fat cheeks hard; one could see the muscles tighten and bulge beneath the thickly-padded layers of ass cushioning, and dimly hear the keening, breathless sound as the ass tightened around your whole body, burying your face, your hands, every part of you in musky, grimy booty flab. “My. Little. Pet,” Leona said, his voice as dark as it was dominating. Still keeping his ass tightly clenched, he shifted his hips, the cheeks of his bottom grinding against each other like a pair of boulders. He bit his lip and moaned as he heard a desperate, scared, yet EXCITED noise come from your battered body…a little more pressure, and he could easily BREAK you…smother or smush you flat… …He relaxed with a shuddering sigh, and patted his butt…this time right over the crack, as if the pat was meant for you. Then, sashaying his hips happily, he strutted along again towards his room. By now, you were so dazed, lightheaded, and squashed till you ached that you barely qualified as conscious. You struggled for air in the hot, damp cleft of the lion’s rear end. The bouncing and swinging of his bottom had come to have an almost soporific effect, as you were thoroughly soaked in his odor and his moisture. You were beyond struggling, beyond even wriggling; you were no longer even sure if the voices of your friends had been real or imagined. As humiliating, hot, and horrid as it all was…you were blushing. In fact, you were even smiling. It wasn’t fair…it wasn’t FAIR how stupidly hormonally addled you were, or that he was so perfect he could play to those hormones almost without trying. Part of you hated all this…but more and more, you’d come to enjoy it. In a way, you were experiencing Leona’s day in a more intimate, attached way than most would ever find it possible. You might as well have been part of him…part of every step…part of every motion…honeyed thoughts that made it hard to feel angry, as the strength and pure power he displayed (with such crude methods, in more ways than one) was beginning to get you drunk. Or maybe you’d just been inhaling too much of his musk. Neither would be surprising. You were not freed till, suddenly, Leona removed his pants. You FELT it happen, and HEARD it; you didn’t actually see. You were lodged so deep inside his crack, you could not see even the thinnest line of light from the world beyond. So, when a familiar hand burrowed its way in, and pulled your soggy, limp body out, you were unprepared for the flash of surprisingly sterile light that shocked your eyes. When your vision became blurry, you found yourself staring at Leona’s handsome face. His expression was smug and amused, as usual…but there was a hint of affection there, as if seeing you so helpless and soppy, like a kitten dragged out of a rainstorm, was cute to him. You quickly realized that you were in his bathroom…that he was topless…and he was about to enter the shower. You immediately figured out “topless” was not ALL he was, and decided - against your less savory judgment - against looking down towards…certain areas. Ahem. “Heh. And I thought you were pathetic before,” mocked Leona, but the words carried a loving lilt, rather than a sharp bite. He sniffed the air, then grimaced. “Phew! Damn, you stink!” You tried to snipe back a snarky retort of, “Whose fault is that?!” You were so dizzy and so tired, however, all you could manage was a slurred response that vaguely sounded like, “Foosballs are flat.” The lion just smirked. “Didn’t catch a word of that. Try mumbling louder, and maybe I’ll actually care about what my ass sponge has to say,” he taunted. You could only groan. You weren’t sure you could physically blush any more, but your face found a way. Leona rolled his eyes. “Tch. Figures. Seriously, how kinky can you get?” he half-sneered. “I bet you’d like it if I actually did that, huh? Tied you to a scrub brush or something, used you to help clean up while I bathe? Ha! Don’t think I didn’t hear that squeak! You have some serious issues, you know that?” All you could respond with was a sort of weighty nod; you felt like there was a lead weight somewhere in your face, making it hard to raise your head, even as the sleepy dizziness continued to surround you. Leona shook his head with a snort, then a tenderness came to his scarred green eye as he held you in his palms and stepped into the shower, shutting the curtain. “Well, maybe we’ll save that for another time. For now, let’s get you cleaned up. You look like a sick rat,” he said. You certainly were not going to complain or argue. Leona cleaned you up during his shower, in-between rounds of washing his own luxurious mane, and rinsing the sweat and dust from his own tanned, beautiful body. You said nothing during the whole process, but throughout it, you found it hard not to laugh deliriously: you had never expected your first communal shower with your boyfriend to be like THIS.

“Oi. Cut that out and stop squirming. You’re gonna get soap in your mouth. Tch. I’d call you a pain in my ass, if you hadn’t felt so good back there…”

Even after being thoroughly disinfected - and dressed in a miniature pair of boxers, which…you felt it was best NOT to ask the origins of (you had a feeling they probably belonged to someone who was now PART of the butt you were so well acquainted with) - you still felt rather loopy after your experience. “Woozy?” teased Leona, noticing the way your body rocked and heaved in his palms as he approached the bed, wearing nothing but (a fresh, clean pair of) his own boxers once again. “I dunno if that’s the word,” you admitted honestly. “But I feel…whatever you feel after going on a Tilt-a-Whirl a few times too many. Except most Tilt-a-Whirls don’t smell like a lion’s butt…” “...Most?” “I went through a lot more than you know, back in my world.” Leona just chuffed with amusement. “Whatever. Bet most Tilt-a-Whirls don’t leave you looking like a beet for almost twelve hours straight either, huh?” Somehow, you found the strength to smirk with a hint of mischief all your own. “Most Tilt-a-Whirls aren’t drop-dead handsome princes, either,” you replied. Leona smirked. He was well-aware of his own rugged good looks…but something the way he seemed to purr indicated he was nevertheless always happy to hear somebody else comment on them. Especially you. You giggled softly as Leona lay on his bed and placed you on his bare belly, stretching his arms out behind his head. He raised the brow arched over his good eye expectantly. “Well? Do you want to rub it, or go inside it?” he growled. “Can’t I do both?” you chirruped. “You are literally the size of a rodent. I WILL eat you.” “Don’t threaten me with a good time.” Leona sighed and dropped his head back on the pillow. “I liked it better when you were shoved up my ass,” he grumbled. You blushed, but still sniggered…yet you obligingly gave the overgrown cat-man the belly rub he desired, all the same. Leona’s smile became one of purest peace as he thumped his tail with satisfaction against the mattress, eyes closed as he enjoyed your tiny hands playing across his belly. “Mmmmmm…almost as good as your wriggling,” he mumbled. “Gee, thanks,” you drawled, sarcastically. Leona just purred in response, then opened his left eye. “So…how was it for you?” he asked. The words weren’t teasing or taunting. This time, it sounded like a sincere question. You hesitated, biting your lip…but finally answered slowly: “It was…um…hotter than Hades. In more ways than one.” Leona snorted with laughter and shut his eye. “Yep,” he grunted. “That’s about what I expected.” “There were moments I was almost afraid you might crush me, or that I might suffocate to death,” you admitted, very softly. Leona’s smile slackened. His eyes remained closed. “You really think I’d take it that far?” he asked, in an even sort of voice. “Honestly, some days I really don’t know,” you admitted, then patted his stomach with a smile. “But right now, it’s safe to say I trust you.” Leona purred a little louder at that. “Had to have been pretty nasty, judging by that funky smell when I let you go at last,” he rumbled. “Oh, it was,” you said. “Kinky little weirdo,” he muttered. “Trust me, you have NO idea,” you chuckled. “I think I do,” Leona said, dryly. “You’ve admitted just about every raunchy, random little fantasy pulsing in that head of yours to me by this point…how’d the reality match up to this one?” “If I say, ‘it was better than I expected,’ will you think I’m a freak?” “I ALREADY think you’re a freak,” Leona said, blandly…then added, with rare affection, “You just so happen to be MY freak.” You gave a blushing smile, and replied, “When I decide whether that’s a compliment or an insult, I’ll tell you what I think.” Leona shook his head in a weary sort of way. “I’m surprised you said that. You were trying to escape an awful lot, it seemed to me.” You stopped rubbing at those words. Leona scowled, looking irritated at those heavenly sensations stopping, but he didn’t scold you. Yet. “What’s wrong?” he asked, instead. “Don’t tell me you didn’t actually like it.” “At first…not really,” you confessed. “But as the day wore on, and throughout the whole experience…I couldn’t deny how…how…I don’t even know what the WORD is, but despite how gross it all was…I did like it. Like I said, it was one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced. Heh…not sure I wanna spend another WHOLE SCHOOL DAY in the back of your shorts, but…” You trailed off, shrugging one shoulder bashfully. Leona had the self-satisfied smile of a cat that had swallowed a canary. “I’ll keep all that in mind,” he said smoothly. “Great,” you mumbled. Leona chuckled, then a wicked grin crossed his face once more. “Before I clock out for a snooze - and I think you oughta do the same - there’s one more ‘special gift’ I have in store for you,” he said, devilishly. You half expected, in that moment, for him to pop you into his mouth and swallow you down. Given the greedy smile on his face, showing how much he enjoyed HAVING you, you would not have been surprised. But instead, after carefully plucking you up…Leona rolled over, laying on his belly, before dropping you on top of his pillowy posterior. He smirked over his shoulder as your hands and knees sank slightly into the fat of his warm, soft butt. “That’s your bed for tonight,” he said, in a rather firm voice. He yawned, then added, “If I feel you try to move off of it, then I will make you part of it. So try not to wriggle in your sleep too much, got it?” “G-Got it!” you squeaked. “Good,” said Leona, and yawned again. His expression softened as he lay his head on his pillow. His tail curled and flopped to one side, leaving his boxer-clad bottom completely exposed beneath you. He closed his eyes, nuzzling into the pillowcase. “Goodnight, Herbivore,” Leona mumbled tiredly. “Happy Anniversary.” Despite yourself, your own voice was light and tender as you replied, “Happy Anniversary, My King.” Leona’s ear twitched, but the only audible reaction he gave was a snore. In typical Kingscholar fashion, he had fallen asleep in scant seconds. Chuckling softly - and swearing your face would be permanently stained crimson, given how much blushing you’d done that day - you lay down and curled up like a kitten atop the right rump cheek of the lion man. By morning, you would awaken, your normal-sized head resting upon his ass cheek like a pillow…but for now, it was a mattress for your whole body. The musk had been replaced with a fresh, clean, almost floral scent, thanks to the recent shower…and the skin beneath his boxers felt smoother and softer, even more supple than before. It wasn’t long till you yawned, and found yourself drifting off to sleep as well. It hadn’t exactly been a conventional anniversary, at least for you… …But as slumber took ahold of your mind, you could already say you were going to dream about how great next year might be. You would say you were looking forward to it…but, under the circumstances, it was better to say you were looking BEHIND. …Oh, come now. How ELSE would you imagine this writer to end such foolery as this? He has to have SOME fun.

The (Rear) End

[barry-j-blupjeans]

TAZ NC, Day 19: Super AU

@taznovembercelebration

Goldcliff was a beautiful city, but honestly, anything was better than Rockport at this point. The buildings here towered high, high above, shimmering in the soft, steady sunlight from a sky that never seemed to have clouds. The city was lush with plants of all kinds, green trees lining roads and paths, vines climbing up older buildings. The crowd was thick, but not too hard to get through, given the right circumstances.

Did Taako feel bad for the woman he shoved to the ground? No. Not really. But he was starting to get stressed by the trio of robots following behind him. Taako sprinted through Goldcliff Park, dodging a robot arm that nearly grabbed the back of his cartridge. He hopped up onto a park bench to avoid another arm and the bench wobbled beneath him.

Look— Maybe Goldcliff hadn't been his best plan, but Taako wasn't really— Taako didn't really think about it at that point. He just thought, hey, wouldn't it be nice to get away from the town where you accidentally killed a ton of people. Taako was a city guy. Or, well, he had lived in a city before. He knew how to blend in, how to keep his guard up and keep his eyes down. Plus, the more faces around, the less likely it was for him to get caught for, y'know, the Murders.

Apparently not. Taako had been walking home from day three of his brand new job (and new identity and new accent and new—) when the first robot had appeared. They were big, beefy things, with heavy arms. Seeing them around wasn't too concerning— Goldcliff law enforcement very much seemed to be automated, and then double-checked. He had thought, hey! As long he didn't look the thing in the eye… holes… then he'd be fine. But, uh, apparently they were a lot more intelligent than Taako had originally thought. Sue him, it had been years since he was last plugged in on tech advancements. How was he supposed to know that the robot police automatically would know he did some Murders?

Taako slid off the path, heading into the trees surrounding the park. It was just city on the other side— if he could make it through fast enough, he could blend back in. He'd get a new name, new ID, move to a new city, or maybe like, just live in the woods for a while. Yeah, living in the woods would be— aw fuck.

Taako misstepped and a root tree poking out from the ground tripped him. He skidded to a bad stop, stumbling to the ground. There was an awful stabbing pain in his ankle. Taako had been around the block enough to know a sprained joint when he felt one. He backed up, grabbing the nearest thing to him— a small stone, because, again, he was in the middle of a park— and forced his power into it. In the seconds it took for the robots to catch up with him, he was holding a small stone knife. He was pushin' his luck, because surely these 'bots are stone-proof, but he had to try something.

If he ended up in jail, who was going to find Lup??

The biggest robot closed in on him and Taako raised the knife, ready to strike. But then the robot let out a little hiss of steam. It cocked its head to the side, and then to the other side, and its body seemed to relax. A latch on the robot's stomach unhooked and there was another hiss as the robot parted from the middle out, revealing a person inside. What kind of fucked up vore situation had Taako gotten himself into? He had been ninety percent sure that those 'bots were just wires inside.

The woman stepped out, her heeled boot flattening the root Taako had tripped over. She had on a dark blue jumpsuit, with an angled symbol on the front. She wore a black, hooded, low-cut jacket over it. The hood was pulled up, staticing her face out. Her sleeves were pushed up to her elbows. It took Taako a second to place her identity.

The Bureau of Balance was one of Goldcliff's main attractions. Supers weren't rare, per se, but often, powers didn't amount to much. The Bureau sought to harness those powers, whatever they may be, and use them for good. Taako didn't know the intricacies, but he knew the stories. Even with the popularity of the Bureau, most of the identities of their most famous Supers were kept hidden.

A Super by the name of Void ran the Bureau of Balance. She was said to be strict, but kind. She had never been seen publicly without it. The other two robots were closed in around her and Taako felt a little stupid to only just now realize the robots lacked the Goldcliff Militia logo. The air hummed with power for a few moments and a translucent barrier went up around them.

Another thing about the Void: As much as they tried to stop her, the Militia could never get her to go by their rules. There were countless Bureau employees out on bail, or worse. Not only was the Bureau a training center for Supers, it was also a law office. They were partnered with Lucretia Williams, who seemed to be about the only lawyer who could win cases for Super clients.

"Taako," the Void said, holding out a hand to help him get up. "It's about time you've stopped running."

[luckyshotwrites]

Part 1 - Since Ya Owe Me~

Contents (Warnings/Mild spoilers): A twenty foot tall "human" cowpoke, Cliff, meets a "stunted" small human named Cassie. (g/t, vore mentions, goofy shenanigans, and lore dips)

Wordcount: 1,800+

Side note: None to report

_______________________________________________

Cliff

Husked rice sounds good. Maybe I can get a side of salmon or tuna, too. His stomach complained about the promise of delicious food. It knew the closest town was nowhere in sight.

"Ugh," Cliff grumbled. 

He twisted the reins in his hands idly. The vipkey bobbed up and down along the faint stone path. 

How long has it been? His stomach growled an answer. I haven't eaten for a whole day. He gave the last of his food yesterday to his scaly, saddled-up omnivore companion. He patted their side, feeling their scales shimmer with approval as he did so. 

Cliff's eyes scoured the wet forest floor again. He hadn't seen any animals swinging or slithering about. Nor any appetizing plants. Huh? Maybe one of those eco events happened here. That would explain the lack of food and people.  

He smacked his lips and rolled his tongue in his mouth. It felt dry. 

He traced his belt, his digits skimming over his currently empty holster and then to his gourd. He swung it up, and his body felt the immediate disappointment—it held no weight. No water either. 

Cliff tapped the bottom of the uncorked gourd to his head and sighed. 

He fixed it back on his belt, then went to the other side. He picked up the compass and flipped open the silver top. The golden arrow spun, searching for a direction. 

"Nearest town," he whispered, swallowing hard after. I hate that when you notice the thirst, it burns even more. 

The arrow pointed a smidgen northeast. Damn, do these make travelin' easier. It then lit up at the center with the miles, and he hung his head. That's three hours. He put his free hand to his face and grunted into his palm. 

"Nearest..." Cliff played with his options. I at least need some water. He said the word questioningly, "shrine?"

The arrow buzzed again, rotating quickly, but showed a similar path, more northeast than the town. An hour, that's better. Not the best, but to hell with it. 

He grabbed the rein again, "We're going this way, Kackles."

Cliff's mount spurred and listened. 

...

He strayed off the half-buried stone path for about an hour, humming old tunes. His eyes lit up as he finally spotted a torii. It looks a little worse for wear, but it's something. It meant a shrine was just beyond it. 

He couldn't wait for the refreshing taste of fresh water. 

He crossed his fingers as his companion started to strut up the long steps. Here's hoping they have one of those shrine guards with food.  

Upon reaching the shrine, he jumped off and told Kackles to wait. 

The shrine was small, with several cracks in its curved red roof, old, nearly shredded paper talismans, and no idols. Hmm. Cliff's teal-green orbs touched the mossy stones, and his finger ran across the podium, which normally held the shrine owner. 

Is there some kind of Yokai roaming here? He questioned. His boots clattered across the muddy, grassy slabs. His eyes caught what he was looking for—a spring to the right of the shrine. It looks clear. 

He slowed down before he reached it. His body twitched at the sound inside the shrine's paper gate. He narrowed his gaze, watching the movement. 

"Hello?" Cliff called. He lifted his right hand slowly. "I saw this spring out here, and I wanted to know if anyone minds me takin' some." I'd also like any food you got, he thought, but he wouldn't ask for handouts.

A very skittish voice answered, "Go ahea-ah-eed!" Her tone skittered with panic.

"You need any help in there, ma'am?" He pushed his hat up, keeping his line of sight on the shadow beyond the paper.

"I'M FINE, DON'T COME IN!"

That doesn't sit right. 

Cliff cautiously backed up. He took his gourd from his belt and walked over to the spring. He filled it up slightly and took a swig. His lip tensed up with distaste. A little tangy. Which meant the spirit of the shrine was gone, and the spring was on its way to being corrupted. 

Regardless, he couldn't be picky, so he drank and filled what he could in the gourd.

He looked back at the shrine. He imagined it was a yokai inside, but...

A yokai doesn't usually sound like a scared woman unless it's asking you to save em'. 

Cliff walked up the shrine's steps again, leaning back on one of the railings near the way down. He prepared to tell her he was going on his way. However, a loud shatter and cry made him leap from the pillar. 

He threw back the paper door, and his eyes caught what looked like a woman. Her skin was as pure as snow in a tattered kimono that matched. Except for the splotches of blood and mud soaking its “skirt” end. 

Her claws were deep in the varnished wood, trying to climb it. Her head twisted back to look at him. Cliff took a step forward. The remaining vase pieces crunched under his boots.

She spoke with a garbled, gruff speech. She's new. 

"This ain't your shrine, is it, Yokai?"

It hissed at the word, insulted by the term. It jumped down at Cliff, and he sidestepped out of the way. It rolled and crashed into the other table of useless trinkets. He backed into the other wall in doing so—his back bumped into the wall. The space was far too tight to fight in. 

It really is a newborn; most yokai are faster, stronger, and have some supernatural magic to back them up. 

He threw up his finger pistol and aimed it at her. Cliff’s eyes sparked with a ring of brighter, neon green light. It circled within his hunter green iris. The ring sparked repeatedly like someone kept hitting two stones together. 

Before she could scramble back up, he set his vision on her along with his pointer finger. He lined it up and set the weak Yokai ablaze. It took a few seconds for the screeching to stop. It had been crisped.

He blew on his finger and put out the imaginary pillar of smoke coming from it. 

That was pretty easy. Cliff got off the wall ready to leave, then realized that he was talking to someone else before. His eyes quickly looked over the room. He did a 360 in an attempt to find them. 

He only saw shattered pots, dust, and a few broken trinkets. He rested his gaze back on the claw marks in the wood. Why would it try to get on the wall? He followed what its path might have been. And up there, between the wooden beams, was a girl. She was hard to see with the shadows of the unlit space protecting her. 

She looks so tiny. Cliff had never seen a stunted human before. She looked like she’d stand at his knees. How did she even get up there? 

"Thank you for that, sir," she said, hugging the wooden pole.

"Cliff," he replied.

"I'm Cassie," she said back, giving a slight wave, almost falling, and quickly clinging to the beam again.

"Can you get down, Miss Cassie?"

"O-of course I can. I just like the view up here is all." She said, "But I wish you luck on your trip, sir."

Cliff raised a brow, "Uh-huh." There's no way she's getting down from there without seriously getting hurt. Cliff put his arms out, "Two things: one, you got nothing to land on down here but shattered pots and dust."

She glanced down at his arms. "You want me to jump down into your arms?!"

"Yes."

"But what if I miss you?"

"Got any other options?"

She was quiet before she closed her eyes and adjusted her glasses. "Please don't drop me."

"Don't plan on it. Now come on," Cliff said.

She slowly got her legs dangling. She squeaked, still clinging on. Cliff waited and swayed with her feet. 

"Don't have all day, Miss Cassie." 

She nodded, took a deep breath, and let go. 

Cliff caught her bridal style with a slight "oof," yet once he held her in his arms, he realized how light she was. 

“Thank you,” she uttered.

I've carried toddlers with more weight than you. Cliff joked in his head. And we even look similar in age. 

His mind wandered to her looks as he worked on putting her down. Stunted like her were rare, and knowing she wouldn't be that hard to carry made him reflexively swallow. 

"By the way, nice focus magic you did there. Though, I don't think I've ever seen anyone put a hand up like that to use it." She copied his finger gun motion.

Cliff shifted his gaze and muttered, "I like putting on a show." He poorly hid his embarrassment. Here, I thought Stunted didn't know much about magic. 

His mind trickled back. Is every rumor I heard about them right then?  His stomach wanted to know. 

"And you mentioned two things earlier but only said one," Cassie said.

I can't let a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip away. He wanted to know for sure if Stunted lived up to their hype. 

"Two was about my services. They ain't cheap." Cliff said. He expected her to start running. She didn't.

"I told you everything was fine! You didn't have to intervene."

He scoffed and pointed to the pile of ash behind him, "You know what that thing was?"

The Stunted opened her mouth. Nothing proceeded to come out. 

Cassie conceded, "I've never encountered that Yokai before, so, no."

"That was an Agubanba," Cliff said, "a Yokai that probably wanted to use you as a catalyst for its growth."

She lowered her head, "right."

Yet, newborn Yokai don't usually attack people outright. 

He crouched down to meet her eye level the best he could, "Given that you seem to lack anything of value on your person-"

The girl with wild brown hair interrupted him, "I had plenty of valuable goods before those outlaws took them! I was resting in the shrine when they came in. I panicked and climbed up to hide." She fixed her large, thick, rounded lenses, "and I dropped my stuff when I made my way up." 

Cassie shifted her head up, "They probably took those items into town to sell them."

She rubbed her hands together. It almost looks like you want to fight em' "Can you direct me to the nearest town, if it's not too much trouble?"

"Direct you?" Cliff questioned. You're asking a lot from a stranger, aren't ya? I can throw you in the opposite direction if I wanted. 

"That way, I can pay you back! I'll get to town, bury it somewhere, probably along the edge, and even put one of those sizzling starlight flowers on it. They are quite common in this region." She said.

He rubbed the slight stubble of his chin. The more he looked at Cassie, the more he felt his little shoulder devils curiosity to eat her rising. "And how do I know you ain't lyin'?"

Her eyebrows knitted together, "Why would I-"

"Listen, little missy. I don't know much about you. A Stunted in the middle of the forest is a very odd thing to see." He slapped his hands on his thighs, "but I'll tell you what, I won't charge you my usual price."

Cassie's eyes lit up, then quickly fell to skepticism. "You won't?

"Nope, I have a little proposition instead," Cliff smirked. 

His mind and body were in agreement. He wanted to curb his hunger. 

Cassie didn't seem to like what his face was selling. "What kind of proposition?"

He flashed a wider smile and flicked up his hat, "I'd estimate it'd take about two hours until we hit town." His eyes met her rich brown ones. "So, in the meantime, little miss Cassie, since you owe me and I'm pretty hungry—" 

He maintained his confidence as he asked, "—how about you be my temporary meal on our way there?"

...

Thank you for reading! And have a swell rest of your day, folks! :D

Next Chapter

Catch up or check for release dates down below  ↓ 

Wild Escape Master Post!

[dzamie-oc]

Voretober 09 - Wheel

what the hell am I supposed to do with "wheel"

Length: 1600 words Vore type: Oral vore, unwilling prey, F/M Fandom: None Other info: snake/anthro, digestion as threat Summary: A fox on the run finds a fortuitous hiding spot, and the snake in it is very friendly! Surely nothing will go wrong.

David vaulted over a fallen log, then took a tight left around a boulder, using his fluffy to counterbalance, before using it to leap across a stream. His pursuer may have been faster than him, but he knew these woods like the back of his hand. Unfortunately, that didn't mean the fox could keep it up forever, or even lose his tracker; he'd have to settle on a hiding place, but all the trees took too long to climb, the bushes were too thin, and the stream was simply too slow. Running mostly on autopilot, his limbs carried him over and around what David hoped would be a tough route to follow, while he searched his memory and sight for a big enough tree or log hollow, a cave, anything.

A looming, black shape grabbed his attention; without a better plan, David swung his arm around a thin tree and beelined for… a huge tire, laying across one of the forest's tourism nature trails. The fox inwardly grimaced at the sign of heavy industrial equipment, but decided it was ultimately a boon: worrying about future development would have to wait for him to know that his future would even exist. After one last peek over his shoulder, checking if his pursuer, and thus he, could be easily seen, David dove into the middle of the tire and shimmied into its cavity. Opaque, relatively small, and granting him shadow to hide in, a fantastic stroke of luck.

"Gah! Woah, where'd you come from?" At the new voice, David's heart thundered. Luckily, he didn't recognize it, so he at least knew who it wasn't.

Still, the fox looked around for the source, hesitant to speak up, just in case. On the slightly sunnier side of the tire, he caught the shimmer of mottled, brown scales, and as his eyes adjusted to the shade, he saw more and more of the stranger. A long snake coiled over and around herself, only barely encircled by the massive tire, with her head resting about a third of the way around from him. Scales slid against scales as she drew closer, keen curiosity in her bright yellow eyes.

This time, it was intimidation, not fear of discovery, that stayed David's tongue, so the snake flickered hers and tried again. "Not that I mind company, but I was in the middle of a nap…" she said, then turned her head to yawn; Her lower jaw wiggled back and forth before returning to normal at the end. "…hello? Foxy?"

Realizing that she expected him to speak, David finally found his voice. "I… I'm hiding from someone. I don't know for certain what will happen, but I really, really don't want to be caught." A thought struck him, and he consulted his mental map of the forest. "Has this tire been here long? I don't remember it when I passed by a few days ago."

"Oh, it's mine. A portable hide, and one not out of place nearly anywhere!" The snake tapped her head affectionately against the inner rubber. "It took a bit to learn how to roll in it, but well worth it!"

The fox sighed, relieved. "So there aren't plans to destroy this forest. Good."

"Nope, just a wandering snake. Fiona, by the way, amateur story collector."

"Huh?"

"My name. Since I figure we'll be close for a bit," Fiona replied.

"Right, sorry. I'm David… just a fox." Something piqued his curiosity. "What do you mean, story collector?"

Fiona's eyes gleamed. "I'm glad you asked! After all, it's the reason I'm even in this thing! Lay back, let me elucidate." David did so, shimmying back against several lengths of her scaly body. His paws found a convenient gap to tuck into, and then the snake continued:

"Nearly since I hatched, I loved hearing about stuff other people did - incredible sights my siblings saw, improbable battles, tales of creatures I never even thought could exist! I did what I could to remember them and retell them for my younger siblings, or those who simply weren't there to hear at the time."

A comforting pressure crept up David's ankles. "That… if you don't mind me saying, that sounds pretty normal so far."

"It was! But eventually, I realized that different creatures and people have different life stories to tell, and I'd get comparatively nowhere just by staying around where I grew up." Fiona's head drifted from one side of the tire to the other, and David's gaze followed.

"So you decided to travel and found the tire?"

The snake laughed. "Oh, no, this was only a few months ago. I started by just slithering around." As though demonstrating, her entire body shifted and undulated against itself, covering more of David's body; he thought perhaps he ought to be concerned, but he wanted to hear Fiona tell her story. "But I did decide to travel! Forests, villages, a couple streams, so many different people with so many life stories to tell. A recent favorite of mine is a bunny girl whose life story was the time she scammed a human out of two entire caskets of wi- oop, shush!"

With a blur of movement, Fiona's coils covered David completely; he was about to shout and try to free himself when, instead, he heard very familiar footsteps. Hidden so completely by the snake's body, it was only his ears that truly picked up the person he was trying so hard to avoid. Raggedy breathing, the slam of paws on rubber, and a low growl; the fox could only pray that Fiona was the only one visible. After far too much time to be comfortable, the breathing grew quieter, as did angry, heavy footsteps.

Finally, a few lengths of her scaly body parted, letting him see again. In front of him was a smiling snake, yellow eyes bright and mirthful, clearly trying her best not to laugh. Looking at her, he found it tempting to join in - but wouldn't dare having just escaped disaster. Once again, Fiona was the first to speak, in a hissing whisper, "his entire head was bright pink!"

David grinned back and nodded. "Yeah, we're not exactly friends. Now, I wouldn't kill him, but I don't know if he'd extend the same courtesy."

"Clearly. Oh, speaking of which, would you like to know why I said the bunny thing was her life story, even though it was just a day? I've got two reasons."

The fox hummed. "Is one of them philosophical, like it's a representation of their personality in just one story?"

Fiona giggled, bringing a smile to David's muzzle. "Kind of! It's more that they're all unique, at least in how they're told if not what actually happens in there. Like lives! I like your idea, though."

In spite of himself, David felt himself blush at the compliment; he told himself it was just because he was laying down that his face grew so easily hot. "Thanks, Fiona. You said two, though? What's the second?"

"I'm glad you asked!"

The serpentine smile before him vanished, instead transforming into a wide, fleshy maw, glistening with drool. David tried to pull back, but of course, her body was all around him, and there was nothing he could do as pink filled his vision, then black, as she swallowed his muzzle and head in just a few gulps. The fox tried his best to push her off, but not only did her scaly body keep his from moving too much, it even tightened when he struggled! With her throat holding his mouth closed, the closest he could manage to a cry for help was a frantic moan, one muffled by her jaws and the tire. Of course, even without it, the two of them had put so much effort into being unheard that David was certain nobody around would have been able to hear him, anyway.

Around his shoulders, the heat and wetness of Fiona's mouth replaced her cooler, dry scales. When David focused - and he tried not to - he felt her throat expand and contract, allowing her to work her way down his body. His chest and midsection were next to go, leaving his arms pinned only by her gullet, rather than her coils, not that that was any help, as a few futile struggles soon proved. As she approached his waist, part of the fox was still in denial: surely she was far too thin a snake to fit him? Clearly, Fiona would have to give up eventually. But as a discomforting dampness and pressure slipped over his hips and down his thighs, that fantasy grew weaker and weaker.

With her maw at his knees, David found the pressure around his head lessen. The air grew more acrid, but her body wasn't as tight so deep. He tried shouting for help, just in case, right before her mouth closed after his paws, sealing his doom. From there, he could do little more than wait while her body squeezed the rest of his into her stomach. The fox's eyes stung, but no tears came. And then, with her throat clear once more, the snake addressed him once more.

"You're handling this well. Anyway, more practically, I call them life stories because they're given in exchange for life!" The pep in Fiona's voice carried a far more menacing quality from the inside of her stomach, David found. "So, mister "just a fox," unless you want to take care of my lunches for the next couple weeks, I can't wait to hear yours!"

[dreamlostdevourer]

The Origin Of A Name.

cw: doll vore, descriptions of vore, predscape, rebirth This is the story of one of my OCs, the doll eater. It's a short narrative about how you need sharp teeth for metal meat, and how legends are forged.

Most witches have intuitive or descriptive names, such as the witch of spilled inks, or "the echoing static".

Sometimes, they have names that let you know when to run away. Unsimple names, like "Katrina the sky devourer" or "please don't think about her loudly." are a red flag.

These names, no matter if they are chosen or assigned, tend to help a witch fit into the mind of the viewer. But Names also have power.

Sometimes the names feed the image of the witch, pushing their choices, aligning fates, nudging cosmic strings. One such name is the Doll Eater.

Originally, the name of "Doll Eater" was a sort of loose joke. The Doll Eater once worked a scrapyard for witches, harvesting the energies and materials of discarded dolls.

And once, on a bet? She had eaten a doll's eye, so they named her the Doll Eater. Not a whole doll, but that is how rumors start.

"The Doll Eater." was soon on the lips of far too many.

Maybe a doll overheard the name on the streets, or a wizard etched it as threat against intruders, maybe a witch simply sought to dispose of a doll discreetly with a scapegoat. But a name that raises such a question? Dashes forward, unbound by truth, spreading a new nightmare for dolls.

The changes were obvious, but only in hindsight.

The first sign of the name twisting her? Her mouth watered while pulling apart an old combat doll, and not in the typical way.

While the hammer and chisel broke apart joints, the desire to taste the doll sinew caught her tongue. Without consideration, she plucked out and devoured a tendon.

A co-worker saw her, and called her Doll Eater again, and she grinned, accepting it, and granting the name more power.

Then even off the clock, she let her eyes evaluate dolls like prized hogs. The idea of scrapping a doll, then nicking a bit there, biting there, pulling things apart?

It filled her with warmth.

Her dreams started to twist.

From fighting and fucking combat dolls to tearing them apart with her new sharp angelic teeth. Day dreaming of a mouthful of combat armor, a stomach full of defeated dolls.

She yawned, her tongue dancing over her teeth. Suddenly, they felt utterly dull.

Returning from the faesmith, her mouth glistens with teeth of shattered halos, and flesh of demonic leather.

Sharp teeth for metal meat.

And that day at work, a living doll, sent for disposal, meekly offered her arm.

And the Doll Eater accepted her fate.

She brought the doll's arm to her mouth, and lips trailing tender kisses up to her shoulder joint. Deep breath. A jaw full of shimmering inhuman fangs. The scream of rending metal. And the scream of a doll. In full joy-pain, being torn apart by a cackling mechanic.

In three swift bites, the Doll Eater had severed the mechanical arm with her teeth. Shards of enchanted alloys and gooey strings of oil-bound magics dotted the floor, mechanical crashing and joyous moans in the air.

When a doll asked about her meal, her eyes went dreamy, mumbling that the metal meat tasted of rapturous emotions, stillness and sugar. That the gooey vital fluids tasted of soft memories, hope and agony. And the smell. The smell. Her warmly sinister grin emerged as she recalled the smell.

This time, word of her feast shot around the world. Vicious and detailed recollections, never quite agreeing or disagreeing on what she looked like or was. For her own part, the Doll Eater simply devoured more dolls, some of them even volunteering. Her human body broke down, corroding into metal and lore. She was lost to the name now.

The human stomach was, of course, not meant to eat metal, magic, emotion, dream and mainspring more than once or twice a lifetime. Simple magics helped her at first, but the name changed her.

Over a quick week, her skin dripped off, revealing quicksilver blood, slivers of magical weaving, freshly made grinding gears and rusty streaks of gore. We don't know what happened inside that body, nor do we want to.

The changes? Were euphoric for her, of course.

Her old name was gone.

The mechanic was simply a vessel that the Doll Eater tore free of. Dolls came to her voluntarily, and she let herself take trophies of them.

A lock of metal hair, a crystalline eye, geodesic joints, impossible weapons. Her memories of joyous kills and filling meals.

Every doll eaten made her feel more at home in her myth, and the narrative wore away at halo teeth and leather tongue, reforming them into shimmering shredding gears and demonic digestive bases, quicksilver flesh and tongue.

The Doll Eater had emerged from the debris of her old self.

As her legend grew, she heard a soft, quiet voice in her head. Then another, and another.

Dead dolls, "souls" having rested in her body and mind, asked politely to be reformed. Out of confusion and decorum, the Doll Eater obliged.

To call the first aborted attempts horrific would be polite.

But with time and more victims, they learned to create as well as destroy. Extruding new dolls, devouring old ones.

Reshaping those that earned their change. And with these stories, their legend grew again, no longer in leaps and bounds, but steady, even growth.

Now she heard dolls in her aura that didn't want to leave, voices of the souls stolen by her gullet.

She learned the secrets of those she ate, claiming the patches of reality they offered her. The dolls who feared her knew she could eat a hunter, and learn it's secrets, and continue the hunt.

As mountains rose and fell, her legend waxed and waned. Her power is no longer all encompassing, but she always all consuming.

Offer her a limb, she will take it. Doll, wizard, demon, angel, or witch? She does not care, meat is meat, minds are minds. And if you ask nicely and give yourself in whole?

She will eat you slowly and gladly, take you into her, and grant you the new self you wanted.

And yes, she has those who follow her. And demand to be eaten often, and she will oblige. And remake them. A cycle of death and rebirth. A promise of renewal.

Give yourself upon her sharp teeth, pledge your soul and meat.

She will be there to turn you from living to dead and back again.

But do get in line, it's first come, first served.

[maxphilippa]

This will have spoilers but...

Springy is created by Steve Cobs. Theirs no god damn way a random fictional character from a cereal brand would meet Mephone4 and would go springy all over the place

okay look my bitch husband might be messed up and might be an dick but even he wouldn't create the whatever the fuck springy is /lh

But yeah, and let's not forget the whole glitching thing too????

In canon, the only two things that cause/can have glitching are robots/meeple products, or the Prime Shimmer's properties as well

my favorite part of the episode is when springy said "it's springing time" and springed all over the place but seriously i hated that guy thank god floory canonically commited vore

[splatsys-sizeshift-shenanigans]

AYO guys we got another oneshot for you!!!

Little Mishaps

TWs: safe, soft, nonsexual+platonic vore (dont like dont read!!), swearing (just a little)

WC: 1200 (yes, exactly)

Characters: G!Leo, T!Donnie (Raph is briefly mentioned in like one sentence)

I wrote this in like 2 days LMAO

Leo paced back and forth before groaning, looking back at the door for Donnie’s lab. “Come on, Donnie! You’ve been in there all day, we have a mission tomorrow so today’s supposed to be a chill day!” He called, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes as Don responded with a short, “I’m busy,” going back to pacing.

It was about ten minutes later when Leo decided to bother Donnie again, this time opting to sneak in and mess with something he shouldn’t. Older twin status granted him this ability, might as well put it to use. He slowly opened the door, for once grateful for how often his brother cleaned his lab, considering it meant the door didn’t creak. Just as slowly as he’d opened it, Leo closed the door, eyes narrowing as he crouched down and surveyed the area, moving to hide behind a counter as he spotted Donnie at his desk.

Donnie didn’t even look up as he heard Leo trying to call him out of his lab, opting to respond with a simple, “I’m busy,” before fully returning his attention to the gadget he was working on. He seemed to get about ten minutes of peace before a notification on his computer alerted him that someone had entered his lab, moving to check the camera even though he already knew it was Leo.

Snorting as his brother realized the image on his computer’s screen was him through a camera, Donnie's eyes widened as he saw Leo reach for the prototype shrink ray he’d been working on. “Leo, no, put that down-” He cut himself off, ducking down to avoid the shot Leo had taken before it reflected off his monitor and right back onto him, gasping in shock as a veil of dizziness settled over him, causing him to stumble on to a knee. Donnie glared up at his twin, tensing as he realized the shrink ray’s effects were working.

Leo’s eyes sparkled as he watched Donnie shrink before his eyes, an idea popping into his mind of how he could get the softshell to take a break. He feigned concern for a moment, slowly moving lower to the ground so he wouldn’t be as huge compared to Donnie.

"Shit, Don- are you okay?” He spoke softly, false worry shimmering in his eyes. “I’m fine, Leon, but you know better than to touch things in here!” Leo couldn’t help giggling a bit at the tiny voice his twin now had, smiling softly as he put his hand down beside Donnie, eyes sparkling as he felt his brother’s small hands against his own.

Donnie could tell that Leo was planning something as he moved into the palm of the slider’s hand, sparing a hidden glance up at the other turtle and seeing the mischievous glint in Leo’s eyes as he was lifted to eye level with his twin. “...What’re you plotting?” He ventured, leaning back as Leo brought him closer.

Donnie’s eyes widened as he realized his brother’s pupils appeared slightly slit, now becoming aware that Leo was slipping into his instincts. “Leon, no- Come on, not now-” The softshell cut himself off as he was lowered a bit to be in front of the other turtle’s mouth, realizing he wasn’t getting out of this. He didn’t even have his battle shell on, so he couldn't fly away, so he finally just gave in, wincing a bit as he was pushed into Leo’s maw.

An instinctual fog sparked in Leo’s mind as he looked down at Donnie, pupils slitting a bit as another idea popped into his mind. He vaguely heard his twin speaking, lowering the shrunken turtle to be in front of his mouth and quickly pushing him inside, a soft, purr-like sound emanating from Leo’s chest at Donnie’s taste. Something like grape but sweeter. It made Leo want to hold onto the flavor for as long as he could, but the rational part of his mind knew that was a bad idea, leading to the slider gently licking at Donnie, a slight smirk creeping onto his face as he faintly heard the soft-shelled turtle muttering something— probably an insult— to him, dousing his brother in saliva again.

Donnie grimaced as he was covered in more spit, wiping it away from his face as he squirmed around a bit. “Eugh- Leo, quit it!-” He jammed his mouth shut as he was licked at again, “ugh-” He sputtered, continuing to struggle before beginning to slide back, scrambling for purchase on the slick muscle that was Leo’s tongue, being dragged into the larger turtle’s throat before he could get a grip on anything.

Donnie’s muscles automatically began relaxing at all the warmth around him despite how much he wanted to keep fighting back, fighting off the drowsiness that was starting to settle on him. He was not going to sleep in here, no way.

Grinning as he finally swallowed Donnie down, Leon laughed softly as he followed the small form traveling down his throat with a hand before it disappeared behind his plastron, regaining his ability to tell what was going on as the instinct-based fog fizzled out. His eyes narrowed as he spoke, a teasing tone to his voice, “I told you to come out~ This is what you get for not listening!”

Leo chuckled, smirking as he felt his twin’s form slip into his stomach, resting a hand over the organ hidden by his shell and skin. He stretched for a moment, having been sitting for a while, before moving to walk to his room, nodding to Raph as he passed the snapping turtle, who chuckled as Leo glanced down at his stomach for a moment.

Donnie groaned as he was pushed into his twin’s stomach, shivering a bit at just how warm it was and attempting to shake off the nice feeling everything around him was causing. He struggled a bit, squirming around in an attempt to convince Leo to let him go but quickly realized it wouldn’t work.

Donnie sighed, finally giving in to his turtle mind’s urges and allowing himself to relax into the warmth around him, surprised at just how incredibly soft everything around him was, the gentle undulations of the organ around him genuinely beginning to make him sleepy, yawning softly before the realization of what was going on set back in, shaking his head in an attempt to wake himself up. He huffed as he realized it wasn’t working, completely relaxing again as he started drifting off.

Leo grinned as he felt Donnie’s breathing begin to slow, speaking quietly as he moved to lie down. “Someone tirrrrred?~” He teased, laughing softly as he heard a quiet groan from the soft-shelled turtle within him followed by a soft yet still audible “...Maybe..” from his prey.

The slider gained a light smirk as he once again rested a hand on his plastron, right over where he could feel Donnie from inside. Leo yawned, closing his eyes. “...Night, Don. Get some rest.” He murmured, feeling a small shift in weight from the tiny turtle he held inside before he began to fall asleep as well, a hand staying on his stomach.

[bio-nerds-corner]

Star Singer

the first of, perhaps, five unfinished fics. i do hope that ,even inspite of the parts that arent done, you enjoy this :)

soft vore, extreme size difference. isolation, perhaps fear of the void?

~6000 words

Nine-Metis. Home sweet fucking home. One of the larger nickel-iron mines within the asteroid-belt, and Wilbur’s new home for the next three years. An entire lump of rock in space all to his own. Fantastic.

Stepping from the transport shuttle airlock into the airlock of the mining operations center, he frowned a little at the grime and oil inlaid in the metal flooring, and the way that the air was far too cold for human comfort. Thank God he had put on his cardigan when the shuttle had arrived, it was clear much of the auxiliary life support systems were left on low-power. 

The air pump wheezed and caught with a ragged cough of space dust, before registering a clear-to-entry sigil on the inner door of the airlock. Wilbur considered turning around and fucking off back to his home Orbit Station right then and there. Surely even Somnus, with its choking population and underwhelming job prospects, would be better than being blasted into space halfway to Jupiter? 

Do it for the money. Do it for Dad.

He stepped into the mining control center, looking around at the stale air that seemed to sparkle with ice crystals, none of the lights yet on and the only light visible was a pale dull glow of the faraway sun coming through the shaded windows. 

Wilbur pushed his way through the zero-gravity corridor, pulling his tablet from his pocket as he went to try and pull up one of the billion schematics that Astero-idea Mining Corp had sent him along with the job confirmation notice. One of these ought to be the layout of the mining operation center…

Ah, there it was. Heating was a floor up. Set up so the living quarters would be coziest, while he could freeze his balls off whenever he had to go down to the machine storage areas to work.

His job wasn’t glamorous. If anything, he was mostly a glorified machine baby-sitter. His job was to sit here for three years, keep the mining equipment happy, and occasionally send reports home about the quality of the meteor dust that it grinds up. Easy enough. 

It also was supposedly the kind of job that changes the person who takes it forever. The kind that drives those to isolation madness, the kind of loneliness that cannot even be fathomed by the rest of the human race. 

But hey, it paid really well as a result. And Wilbur needed it. He could deal with a little homesickness every once in a while, right?

Right.

There was a sudden heavy clunk that reverberated through the cold dark center that almost sent him jumping into the ceiling-wall panel, and he had kicked off back towards the sound before realizing it was probably the outer airlock disengaging from the transport shuttle, sending the now empty vehicle to dock in the shipping supply bay to refuel for the journey back. 

The sound did attract his attention to the starscape around the meteor that was now his home, however. He knew that he would be able to see other tiny asteroids from his place on Metis, but he had never imagined how they might sparkle and shimmer like miniature moons.  He thinks he could get used to a sight like that, but for now he would drink in the marvel of such an experience. 

    There was something curious about one of the closer meteors though… As if there was something stretched over the surface. Was there another meteor mining operation so close to his own base? Maybe he wouldn’t have to feel totally lonely after all?

    He squinted some more. No… It didn’t seem like a base. He had gotten a good look at the shape of the center when the transport shuttle had arrived, and that dark patch seemed more…

    Organic. Like an outstretched bird’s wing, or some large and elaborately finned fish.

    He blinked a few times, and the shape’s organic shape dissolved into patches of light and shadow against the tiny meteor. Just a trick of the eye.

    Abruptly he was feeling the cold again, and pushed the neighbor meteor’s curious shape out of his mind as he went back to fire up the auxiliary life support on this rock.

…

(feeling lonely, getting into the groove of working there. It mainly involves watching over a bunch of robots that shuttle in piles of dust. He tries to fashion it like he’s a shepherd, and the machines his flock. He grows tired of the joke by the end of that day though. Establish his singing - he does it a LOT while bored because the dull machine silence of the habitat would just drive him crazy otherwise)

Hello?

Wilbur full-body flinches. Then whips around to stare at the dark corners of the room, searching for something living amongst the floating piles of rubble and disassembled drill-bits that threatened to float out of arm’s reach. Nothing. 

Hello?

There it was again. Right at the edge of his hearing, bordering on the unhearable. Did he just imagine it? He might have just imagined it.

Can you hear me?

This is fine. Just fine. Everyone’s heard of the exhaustion catching up to the average asteroid worker, the way the isolation causes auditory hallucinations. He’s just having a minor one. It’ll clear up after he gets some rest. 

Hello, Wilbur.

He’ll break open an extra caff pack tomorrow morning. He deserves it. Especially after sleeping through the night with all of the lights on.

You can hear me.

…

Wilbur had decided, after much groaning, to reclassify his brief mental break as ‘ongoing’ after the third experience of hearing something whispering to him right at the edge of his hearing. He had honestly hoped that he would be able to avoid the ‘meteor madness’ everyone talked about for more than three months, he had really expected more from himself. 

After the fourth instance of hearing voices whisper from the walls of the inner hull of the station, he decided that, what the hell, there was nobody else here to listen to him other than the mineral auger drill bits hes still got to polish and replace. So he answered back.

“Yea yea yea, I hear you, I’m here, I’m here. Could you speak up?” He called out to nothing in particular, taking the time to stop squinting at the newsfeed burst that had come through for this week (all some dumb political dick measuring contest happening back on one of the Venus orbiters, he really didn’t care about it but there wasn't much reading material out on a space rock like this) and stretching out his back in a cacophony of pops.

There was a couple of moments of silence that made him feel like an idiot, straining his ears only to hear the faint hum and chuff of the ventilation system. Then -

How about now?

The voice was extremely clear now, loud enough that it made Wilbur twist and stare wildly behind him. He could almost hear the breath that his mind had inserted into the voice, the inhalation that preceded those words.

As his heart slowed down from a race, he muttered a “fuck” under his breath. “Please- Please don’t do that again. Please.” For now there was too much adrenaline in his bloodstream for him to think of how ridiculous it was that he was begging with his own now obvious case of meteor madness. 

Ok Wilbur.

And with that it had faded back into a far-away echo.

Wilbur didn’t read another two words from the news burst that day, and decided to turn on some loud music over the intercoms of the station instead.  

…

hes really lonely. And one night on his time off he ends up sleepwalking to one of the larger windows on the small base and he… sees…. Something that looks like more than reflected rock on one of the asteroids. Something with enormous wings that glitter like comet trails

he doesnt see it again for a while. He starts hearing things though.

he tries to mention it to his family, but apparently isolation issues are a common thing with asteroid workers (inspo from antarctic workers?). dad puts it aside.

…

[This Call Has Been Inactive for [30] Minutes - Disconnecting in [5] Minutes To Save Broadband]

Fucking Tommy. He had planned this for a week, had done the time conversion to Earth Orbit schedule, everything. He’d even fucking called into his supervisors to get the long-range call times double-checked so he wouldn’t end up with his signal blocked by Mars or something. And Tommy hadn’t picked up.

Wilbur pushed out of the zero-gravity hammock contraption that acted as his chair with a groan that edged into a scream around the edges. He had looked forward to this for so long, long enough that he no longer cared that it sounded pathetic that this was the only thing he was looking forward to at all in recent memory.

“My own fucking brother! Standing me up on a call! Can you fucking believe it!” He yelled at the ceiling, rocking his head back and leaning back as far as the ‘chair’ would allow. He kind of wanted to kick something. Or bite something. Preferably Tommy. 

The on-screen display ticked the [4] minutes and he closed it dejectedly. If Tommy wasn’t showing up right on time, he wasn’t ever going to show up. What kind of excuse would he give, Wilbur wondered. He hoped it was at least elaborate enough to make up for his rapidly plummeting mood.

Hopefully at least the voice will chat with him later today. 

...

Today was shipping day, the anti-Christmas as they (as in he, and absolutely nobody else) called it. The day where all of those rock-dust filled capsules had to be packed into the homeward bound shuttle, and where he had to spend fourteen hours scrambling over boxes and completing checklists in making sure everything was properly labeled and accounted for and the rockets weren’t about to blow up and destroy millions of dollars worth of raw material (and maybe also him). And then after that he got to spend another four hours filling out more forms to pack with them asking for the higher ups at home to maybe please send some more mining equipment, and also food? 

Shipping day fucking blows. If it weren’t for the voice intermittently coming in and keeping him company (and how weird is that, how can a hallucination keep you company?) during those long and backbreaking hours he might have just given up on even writing the worker-products request slips and slept for two days straight. As it were...

Why do you need to request for food? 

“Well, voice in my head,” he said as he tugged at his foot, which had caught itself between two 600 pound capsules that bobbed around like balloons in the null gravity and might just crush him by their sheer inertia, “If I don’t put in the request then they can’t have enough ready to send back next time they send the delivery shuttle. And if they don’t send enough then I’ll have starved to death before the next one can arrive.”

That is silly. Isn’t the sun bright and beautiful from out here?

“I can’t exactly eat the sun, and no. This is pathetic compared to a summer’s day back home.”

Can you tell me about summers?

“I’m probably not the best person to answer, given I had them in England, but I can try.” The foot came free, and he hurried to keep the capsules from drifting too far with a couple of tether cables that he attached to the inner carapace of the delivery shuttle. 

Thank you Wilbur.

…

With the shuttle barely another glimmer of light to hide among the stars, Wilbur couldn’t help but stare out at it. That was the only way home, before his tenure was up at least. With each shipping day come and gone, the desire to huddle himself and a couple of tanks of oxygen up in the spaces between the capsules and try to survive the two month journey back to the nearest meteor processing center grew more enticing. As if he would ever survive the trip, without suffocating or getting crushed by one of the shipping pallets or running out of food. 

Besides, this paid good money. He needed to keep reminding himself of that. Money was hard to remember when he had nothing to spend it on, after all.

He tried to squint at it one more time, just one more before he would go and finally get his much-needed rest, but his tired eyes drifted and he found himself watching one of the smaller asteroids that orbited far off. It glittered slightly in the weak sunlight, and it was close enough that he could see it tumbling very slowly end-over-end. 

He stifled a yawn, about to turn and leave, when he detected the faintest movement from the meteor that wasn’t consistent with its orbit. He was abruptly awake and aware, squinting as hard as he could at it. There was something… dark, cast against the surface of the meteor. He could barely see it stretch into the void above the meteor, but with the blotting out of a nearby star he could almost see… wings?

Wings, like the ones he had seen that one night so long ago, a shape that seemed more at home flitting around in the Earth sky than the darkness of empty space.

He hesitates before, in a feat of exhausted reasoning, he waves an arm at it as if he were hailing a spaceship.

Hello Wilbur! 

He froze mid-wave. Did the voice in his head just… 

The shape on the meteor changed slightly and, against the deep blackness of space he could almost see… an arm? It must be an arm, but of impossibly large size to be seen from so far away. It mimicked his wave.

“Is that you?” He asked, immediately feeling dumb about it. Probably visual hallucinations again. 

(But… He had seen the wings before…)

Yes! I have come to live closer! What was the small flying thing? 

His arm dropped to float in the zero-gravity air, his heartbeat suddenly pounding hard and fast in his ears. The voice was real. There was something out there. Was it aliens? Was he first contact with alie-

No. He had to take this logically. And the logical thing was that he was just having an exhaustive hallucination because he just spent an entire day doing hard work, both physically and mentally.  

He needed sleep.Without much fanfare, he located the nearest decently soft surface and collapsed on it as much as one could without gravity.

Ok Wilbur. I’ll be here when you wake up.

…

And it was still there the next time he woke. Inexplicably, there was a dark shape upon a nearby meteor that was utterly unexplainable. That is, unless it was…

Hello again Wilbur!

“That’s you.” He pointed out at the shape again.

Yes! 

The voice sounded a little bemused, and he realized he had probably asked that question already. He still had to ask it again. “Are you sure that is you? And not some… other… space… thingy?”

The voice actually laughed, less a sound and more a feeling that fluttered around the inside of his skull like a trapped bird. 

It’s only me Wilbur. I think I would know if there were anyone else.

He was half way into eating a bowl of something he would be generous and call scrambled eggs when the uncertain calm he had been feeling upon waking up breaks like poorly-made glass. He’s conversing with an alien, who is not a hallucination. 

“Holy fuck! I’m talking with an alien!” He cried aloud, because why not, he’s already being pretty pedantic this morning. 

Another laugh, gentler.

Can I come closer?

“Oh, of course you can!” He was up and out of his seat, letting the spoon spin freely in the air as he swung towards the window and peered out desperately. Like a kid in a candy store, he laughed to himself.

The shape on the meteor moved, and to his amazement grew closer. And larger.

A lot larger.

As it approached one of the closest nearby meteors that took up large chunks of the ‘sky’ for Wilbur, he could see it was easily able to dwarf not only him, but probably the entire base he lived on and all of the machines that swarmed it.

He was panicking now, something animal in him violently rejecting the concept of something inhumanly large and dark flying towards him through the silent void of space. Before the - he couldn’t call it a voice anymore, it was an alien, it had a body  - could, he didn’t know, leap from the next meteor towards his own, it stopped. 

You’re scared.

He probably should be more worried about how easily the alien was able to determine his mental state, but he could only manage a nod. “Can you… stay there for now?”

Ok Wilbur.

He took a few stabilizing breaths, letting his heart settle, and leaned in closer to the window. With the alien now closer, he could see a little more of its body. For one, it was massive on a scale that baffled him. Human brains weren’t really meant to interpret such large scales, but he could tell that a living being and a crater should not be of comparable size.

He eventually calls it Sally. It says that it likes him. That he’s funny. He doesnt know why he feels so happy that an auditory hallucination that is brought on by asteroid isolation called him ‘funny.’ 

He mentions Sally in passing on one of his calls back home. Everyone is concerned because clearly hes having a mental break.

Finally, he starts to get desperate enough and starts asking Sally if it (now she) will come visit him. That he is so lonely and that he loves talking to her and if she was on that asteroid maybe they could see eachother? Sally laughs and tells him that she’s always been seeing him. But yes, she can come.

He’s never been so delighted and excited. This is the most energetic hes been in months, since he took this job even, maybe even beforehand.

...

Are you ready?

“I’ve been ready all morning, Sally. I’ve been so excited.”

Good. Come on out, I’m here.

He had the EVA suit on already, had been sitting impatiently in it for hours at this point. The helmet was pressed to his knees, and he now hurriedly put it on and sealed it tight. Without a second thought he checked his oxygen (2 hours, not too bad but would mean he probably would have to come in and trade out tanks a few times) and the seal on the suit. He lifted his tether rope and hooked it to his suit, and floated into the airlock. Sally was right here! Right outside the door!

He bounced from one hand-hold to another, as impatient as a small kid, and wished that the airlock cycle would just happen faster, damn it! Why couldn’t he just open up the door right away, he didn’t need this air that it was pumping out. Not when Sally was right there.

Wilbur?

“I’m almost there, I promise I promise,” he placated, smiling widely at just the sound of her voice. 

The airlock at long last finished cycling, and he pushed at the outer door with a bit more force than he probably needed. Without sound in space he couldn’t hear the clang of it hitting the outer edge of its hinges’ range of motion, but he could certainly feel the jolt. He giddily scanned the dark and endless sky for a hint of those comet-light wings, the flash of red and green. “Sally?”

You have to come out further, Wilbur. I’m just a little further out.

Of course, of course. Stupid of him to think otherwise. He’s getting ahead of himself. That’s why he brought the tethers along in the first place after all. He reluctantly tore his eyes from space and, with the hand not holding onto the open airlock door, clipped the other end of the tether to one of the many hooks bored into the surface of the asteroid. He let the rest of the line run slack and, carefully closing the airlock door behind him, prepared to jump. 

The gravitational pull of asteroids was minimal, which is why basically everything he owned was made for zero g. There was some pull, enough that it might eventually drag him back down, but if he jumped far enough it would be as if there was none at all, at least long enough for him to find Sally. He jumped, and felt the tether spool out behind him. 100 meters, 200 meters, 350 meters… and it caught him with a jolt at the end of the line.

Then a knot somewhere along the tether, tied with not nearly enough care by excited fingers, pulled loose. The reassuring tug of the tether back down to the asteroid was released and, with a feeling of horror, Wilbur felt himself float a little further than the 350 meters he’d been allotted. He couldn’t even turn around to grab the rope again - the knot was another 30 meters down. 

He flailed and thrashed for a moment like it was his first day in space. “No!” He cried out, seeing his end of the tether whip around and curl in circles around his kicking legs in languid spirals. No air in space meant his movements resulted in no change to his trajectory, which appeared to be up and out. 

So caught up in his terror, it took him a moment to hear Sally.

Wilbur! I am here. Please do not be afraid. I will help you.

Sally. Sally. That’s right. Sally who did not live inside of the asteroid. Who could help him. What amazing luck that there would be someone on the other side of the airlock who could help him right when he needed it most. 

He turned himself around, automatically pointing himself towards the asteroid he had first seen Sally at and.

She was there. So many wings that burned like liquid light and soaked up the sun’s rays so completely that she became a star herself. A fish-like tail that flicked in slow strokes in the empty space, covered in scales that gleamed as bright red as the great jovian storms. A face with all of the love and kindness and power that he had grown to know of her in all of this time. 

His love, Sally. He burst out crying at the sight of it.

Wilbur, Wilbur, Wilbur… She crooned in her head. You came out for me. You came to me. Thank you my love, thank you my heart.

He couldn’t stop the tears that messily wet the inside of his helmet for even a moment as he stared in awe and adoration at her perfect face. She reached forward with hands the size of ships to cup around him gently, plucking him out from the open space so easily. 

I have so much to show you. 

She opened her mouth, exposing teeth the size of moon landers and a darkness as absolute as a black hole, and he let himself be consumed totally.

…

Wilbur, take my hand. I want to show you something. 

They were sitting on a boat, floating in the ocean. It bobbed gently under his feet, the scent of salt was sharp in the air. The sun was just hitting the 

He looked over at Sally. She was (blonde-haired black-haired tall short dimpled freckled) beautiful and exactly as he had always imagined her. She was smiling to him, feet kicking beneath her as she rocked on the boat’s bench. Her hand was outstretched.

He took a moment to soak in the sunlight, the beautiful sea air, her beaming face, and he took her hand. She stood up, pulling him with him, and they walked over to the edge of the boat.

Look down, Wilbur. Take a look at the sea.

He looked down. The sea was dark as wine, endlessly deep, and yet he couldn’t focus on the dark depths. His gaze was caught on the tiny sediments that glittered in the setting sun’s light, the tiny silvery fish that nipped at the craggy side of the rocking boat. Tiny sparkles of light against an unfathomable void.

He pointed it out to Sally. Look at the little fish, look at the sand and tiny floating plankton. Isn’t it beautiful? She laughed so beautifully, and nudged him.

Aren’t you so silly? Those are so small and close. Do you always see the little close things as the most beautiful? I have so much more to show you.

She pulled on his hand. Encouraging him to lean forward more. The ocean was so close now -

Wilbur tumbled forward into the ocean, which leaped forward to catch him in a warm and gentle embrace. It wrapped him up and held him so closely and he rejoiced in the sheer physicality of it all. So different from the quiet, the cold, the dead feeling of space -

Space? Why is he thinking about space? He’s in the ocean.

Beside him, Sally splashed down into the water with a flurry of bubbles, and through the inherent murkiness of the sea water he could see her smile gleam brighter. She tugged him down a little more, pulling on his billowing clothes. 

We need to go further down, Wilbur. I want to show you so much more than you know. 

So he followed her. He kicked feebly against the sea water, pulled further down by the weight of his sodden clothes, but he wasn’t able to keep up with the strong and confident kicks of his love.

Please help me, Sally. I don’t want to fall behind. He called with a voice that shouldn’t exist underwater, watching her disappear into the darkness underneath him. Panicking, he thrashed harder, trying to overcome a lack of ability in the water with pure stubbornness.

Come here Wilbur. I’ll show you.

All around him tendrils of glowing ghostly light, like trails of phosphorescent salps, reached out of the void to wrap around him. In the heart of them was Sally, smiling ever so beautifully. 

I’ll help you. Come and see.

And he was pulled down into the dark, leaving behind the boat and the bright surface and the setting sun for the endless void. 

The dark was beautiful. A crystal depth that was so unlike the endless vacuum of space. He could feel that press of water around him and, even more present, that of Sally. He had drawn closer to her and her self-assured swimming rhythm, knotted in the glowing tendrils like he was caught in a jellyfish’s tangle. 

She pointed off into the encroaching darkness. Look, Wilbur. Please look.

He saw.

Civilizations living and dying like sparkling plankton. Solar winds blasting out in bellows that reflect across wings leagues across. Asteroids, hundreds of thousands of kilometers apart, and yet each one like a friend and neighbor to her.

Ships passing her by like fretful silvery fish, too blind to her to hear her call, her curiosity. Drills breaking into asteroids, so different, so small… 

Her, perched in her asteroid, her nest in this oceanic astral life of hers, reaching forward to see if she could catch the tiny krill that live and die in those tiny glass and metal bubbles… 

A small creature, barely a copepod, planktonic in his powerless tumble through the tides of the universe, reaching back. He sings so sweetly in his tiny tones, finding a fraction of the beauty in the universe that she experiences every day. And yet, those tiny reedy tones, things that only she could hear and which would never echo unending across the galaxy in gravity-distorting tones, were precious gifts in of themselves. 

She reached out and plucked him from his metal habitat, careful of his fragile body not meant for such depths as what she lives in. He sees her, and she carefully takes her little gift back with her to her asteroid. 

Something just for her. A song with notes that are so very small.

A song that can only feel the edges of her own tones without being drowned out entirely, for she does not want him to have to yell in order to be heard at all. 

Wilbur, little ballad-maker, will you sing me another song?

He spun in the reassuring pull of tentacles around him, and in the voice of one untethered from simple vocal chords, Wilbur sang of the majesty of the stars.

...

Wilbur awoke with tears crusted thickly on his cheeks. All around him was a tight and dark warmth, not in the darkness of space but of something comforting and living. The darkness of an overturned log, lush with life, rather than that of an endless cave system. 

“Sally?” He managed, croaking out through a voice that had splintered in every direction. The pressing warmth around him held tighter, like a crushing hug that he had so dearly desired for so long. He let himself melt under the sensation, the warmth that sank into his bones for the first time since he had left Earth, the softness that he had been so devoid of in the sharp grey walls of the asteroid mine.

His body apparently still had tears to give, as when he leaned back into the softness even more he could feel his vision slip out of focus behind a film of tears in the warm orange light.

Wait. Light?

He blinked furiously and, with enormous willpower, leaned up and out of the cozy comfort that cradled him. Held in his hands, pressed against his chest in a dense hot ball that was dampened only slightly by the EVA suit he was still wearing, was what looked to be a tiny star. It shined and glimmered with vermillion, and even as he watched it the glowing ball shifted. 

It was alive.

Carefully he held it closer and could feel, beneath the obscuring bright light, limbs press against the suit and a head tuck into the side of his suit’s life support control panel. He didn’t realize he was holding on so tightly to it until that moment, and he didn’t have the willpower to let go.

Wilbur? Her voice almost... echoed, like it was bouncing off of the endless cavern that resided within her.

His head popped up automatically, and he smiled on instinct. Sally! 

Do you trust me?

With my life, my love. Where are you? What’s going on?

Remove your helmet.

But… wouldn’t that, y’know, kill him? Last he checked he was on the wrong side of the airlock, the endless void of space. Though, it was warm and soft and oh so comforting, so different from the death that had always been promised by its endless expanse.

You said you trusted me. I will keep you safe.

His grip loosened on the star held against his chest, and drifted up to his helmet. With barely a thought he broke the seal on it and the air rushed out in one fatal blast. He should’ve been unconscious in less than fifteen seconds, oxygen starvation quickly turning his brain off and sending him into a downward spiral towards a cold and lonely death. 

He couldn’t breathe, there was no air but the wispy remains of what was in his suit’s tanks, and yet… wherever he was, it didn’t matter.

I told you so. 

Yes, she did. Why did he even doubt for a second? He tried his best to wiggle out of the EVA suit, which was definitely not built to be wiggled out of. He made do with awkwardly freeing his arms so he could better cradle the star that was now lying more comfortably against his chest. It seemed to solidify further with the skin contact, and he could see a muzzle of a soft earth animal, a swishing tail, large eyes that shined like quasars. 

He hugged it close as much as he could. “Sally?” He called again.

Do you like them? I made them for you. A child. 

“A child? Ours? They are… They’re beautiful.” It was ridiculous, and some part of his brain seemed to slip out of the elated state it was caught up in. “Wait. A child? Like, one of your kind?”

Not quite. Almost, though. I want them to be able to live with you, not out in the stars like I must. I want something from me to always be with you, even when we are apart.

A thing made of star-stuff and scales and human flesh, something that could only have hatched in the close warmth and suffocating darkness, rather than the endless depths of space. A planet-creature, not a void-creature

Wilbur names him Fundy. As he gives him a name and continues to cuddle him close, his shape becomes more and more solid, more and more a creature of the earth.

Sally’s stomach is, as he begins to adjust more and more to the soft light, more like an entire crater, an endless expanse so large that he nestled quite comfortably within one fold. As he watches he can see dust and rock disintegrate in the far sides, lumps of metal and plastic that are all that remain of 9-Metis mining station, having been carved from the asteroid and chewed up for having deprived Wilbur so much, knowing to the depths of his heart that he is in no similar danger. 

He knows he could live here forever, safe and protected and so very close to Sally’s heart.

Sally starts to feel unsure of herself as a result, realizing that what Wilbur needed far more than her love, her coveting of him as a most precious jewel, was his own people. His mind had splintered in a way, becoming reliant on her own to keep its shape, and even as it leaked song and light for her to enjoy she knew that if she truly loved him she needed to bring him home.

She asks for one last song from him, dancing with him in a dream. He is far enough gone that he cannot tell just how bittersweet the dream had become around him, wrapping him up in pain and love in equal measures.

We are almost there.

Sally seemed sad. Why was she sad? Where were they going? He didn’t know if he said it aloud or not but Sally seemed to hear it nonetheless.

I need to bring you home. You miss your family.

But what about you? Sally, I cannot miss them when I am with you. 

And that is why.

What is going on? Wilbur pulled Fundy closer, quietly shushing the small child as they nipped at the loose fabric of his EVA suit. Did he do something wrong?

I’ll miss you Wilbur. Thank you for letting me 

No… no… Sally was leaving? No no no this cannot be happening. He didn’t want to leave. Please don’t make him leave he doesn’t want to leave he refuses to leave -

The warm cradle of muscle around him flexed and hardened into steel, and the comforting press turned claustrophobic. What was once endless and magnificent closed around him like a cave-in, and he yelled into Fundy’s fur and curled into a tight ball that Sally forced him into. There was a terrific yank feeling as the tether cord that he had long forgotten went taught and dragged him upwards, tangling and knotting around him.

He felt the frigid cold first, less from a temperature and more from a lack thereof as the warmth and protection Sally gave him dissipated, then the crackle of drying spit that held him in a tightening shell. He blinked open eyes and uncurled as he was tangled in the tether cable and caught in Sally’s outstretched hands. Without the protection of a shaded helmet he could see her even clearer, the tiny scales larger than his outstretched palm dappling her face, the hundreds of lacey wings that were thicker than the toughest skyhook cable spiralling out from her in long strands into the enormity of space. Compared to her, the 320 meter cable that had seemed so sturdy was like a strand of spider silk.

He’d never felt so small, not even when he had been all alone in the void. Somehow, it seemed so much larger when he got to see someone who truly belonged out here, someone for whom these endless pelagic open seas were home.

He didn’t belong out here. That’s why Sally was making him go.

Fundy whined inaudibly in his arms, the sound echoing on the inside of his head, and pushed their snout under his head into the crook of his neck. He held them closer to hide his shivering, the despair that had burst inside of him and threatened to swallow him whole more absolutely than Sally had. 

I will miss you. I won’t forget you. But you cannot stay with me.

Don’t go! He wanted to scream it, to try and pry open Sally’s mouth and find somewhere to curl up in within her, where it was dark and he knew a glimpse of the true universe, but whatever was allowing him to stay unaffected by the vacuum of space didn’t seem to extend to allowing him speech in the void.  Please don’t let me go, please don’t leave me out here, I need you.

Sally looked sad, in a quiet way that shivered up through her wings. 

You need to be with your people again. Please take care of Fundy. Raise them well.

She oh-so-delicately untangled the cable from her hand, pinching the loose folds of his EVA suit gently and letting him drift in zero-g. He kicked as much as he could, but he couldn’t truly flail and try to keep a grip on her hand without letting go of Fundy, which he couldn’t risk.

Sally’s gaze finally left his, and she looked around her. Her vast dark eyes gleamed with distant stars, and her trailing light-filled fins flicked. 

They are almost here. You are going to go home. I hope you live well, little Wilbur.

Before he could try to shout out something, anything to beg her to stay or at least say goodbye in return, all of the enormous wings on her bag expanded, and she flicked her tail and sank into the darkness again. He tried so hard to follow her form as it moved quicker than any ship he had ever seen, but his panicked flailing had left him in a rotating drift that made him unable to keep his eyes on her.

    And then, like an unwary fly on a long highway, he smacked bodily against the front of a cargo spacecraft.

Hes brought aboard, seemingly miraculously still alive despite being hundreds of thousands of miles from Metis, and to his surprise its his family. Sally had brought him close enough to them that he is reunited immediately.

He can’t stop holding close to fundy as hes asked how exactly he was there, what happened, they heard something happened to the station, is he ok? 

All he can do is cry, heartbroken about Sally.

[urfavoritewriter]

Closer Intimacy

Content: M/M Vore, Couple Vore, Safe Vore, Oral Vore, Endo

Commission for a user who wishes to remain anonymous. Thank you for commissioning me and allowing me to post it! You can check my commission status here.

Ethan and Ryan had always been a couple open to exploring new boundaries, their shared desire for intimacy driving them to ever more adventurous territory. This particular evening was no exception; they'd decided to indulge in an oral vore fantasy, an intimate journey that was as much about trust as it was about pleasure.

They started the night with playful teasing, nestled in their cozy bed. Ethan, the top, couldn't resist the tempting offer of Ryan's soft, inviting skin. He ran his fingers gently over Ryan's chest, tracing circles around his nipples, while his lips began to pepper warm kisses across Ryan's neck and collarbone. It was all part of their shared ritual, an erotic dance of desire that heightened their connection.

As Ethan's kisses grew more forceful, he couldn't help but nip at the tender flesh of Ryan's neck, feeling the warmth and excitement of the moment rise between them. Ryan arched into the sensation, his fingers tracing fiery patterns along Ethan's spine, urging him on. The electricity in the air was palpable as the night's adventure beckoned.

With a sultry smile, Ethan whispered into Ryan's ear, "You know, babe, I've been thinking about something... something a little daring."

Ryan, breathless and caught up in the passion, murmured, "Tell me."

Ethan trailed his tongue down the length of Ryan's chest, lingering at his navel, making his intentions clear. His eyes locked onto Ryan's, dark with desire, and he confessed, "I want you inside my belly, completely. I want to feel you in there, wrapped up in my warmth, loved."

Ryan's eyes widened with excitement and a touch of anticipation. He nodded, a shiver running through him. "Yes," he breathed. "I trust you, Ethan. Make me yours."

Ethan's fingers gently traced along the arch of Ryan's naked foot, eliciting a ticklish giggle from his partner. The weight of the moment, thick with desire and the thrill of anticipation, hung in the air as Ethan positioned himself strategically at the foot of the bed.

The ambient lighting of the room, dimmed to a sultry glow, illuminated Ryan's flushed skin and the excited gleam in his eyes. His breath came in short, uneven gasps, clearly aware of the intimate journey that lay ahead.

Ethan took a moment to appreciate the sight before him — Ryan, laid out vulnerably, an offer of trust and passion. The air between them shimmered with a mix of excitement and nervousness. He took a deep breath to calm his racing heart, locking eyes with Ryan. The mutual understanding between them was crystal clear; they were in this journey together.

Starting with a tender touch, Ethan began to nibble at Ryan's toes, letting the taste of his partner's skin linger on his tongue. The sensation made Ryan squirm, a mix of ticklish laughter and giddy excitement escaping his lips. "Are you ready?" Ethan whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion.

Ryan nodded, swallowing hard. "Yes, take me," he responded breathlessly.

With that affirmation, Ethan moved with a deliberate slowness. He began to envelop Ryan's foot with his mouth, the moist warmth of his tongue sliding against the sole. He could taste the faint saltiness of Ryan's skin, and with each inch he took in, the more intoxicating the sensation became.

Ryan's other foot twitched, the sensation of being consumed eliciting a visceral reaction. The room echoed with a mix of heavy breathing and low moans, a testament to the unparalleled intimacy of the moment.

Ethan, now determined and focused, continued the intimate journey of swallowing Ryan whole. It was a slow and deliberate process.

He started with nibbling and sucking on Ryan's toes, his lips tracing patterns over the sole of his foot. Ryan's body twitched and trembled with each sensual touch, sending shivers up his spine. "Oh, Ethan," he moaned, the sensations overwhelming and exhilarating.

Ethan, his eyes locked on Ryan's face, held his partner's gaze as he gently urged Ryan's foot deeper into his mouth. The moist, velvety warmth of his tongue brushed against Ryan's skin, eliciting a throaty groan from the man who was gradually disappearing inside him.

Slowly but surely, Ryan's leg was drawn into Ethan's mouth, the tight ring of his lips stretching to accommodate it. "Feels... amazing," Ryan whispered, his voice quivering as he surrendered to the pleasure of being devoured by the man he loved.

Ethan continued to savor the taste of Ryan's skin, his lips and tongue exploring every inch as he inched closer to the inevitable. "You taste incredible," he murmured around the mouthful of Ryan's calf, his voice husky with desire.

As he drew more of Ryan's leg into his mouth, their eyes remained locked, a silent promise of trust and intimacy. Ryan's breathing grew ragged, the pleasure building with each passing moment. "Ethan, it's incredible," he gasped, his voice filled with longing and need.

Ethan didn't rush the process. He continued to savor the sensation of consuming his lover, his mouth a velvety, erotic haven. Ryan's thigh disappeared between his lips, and the moans and whimpers that escaped Ryan's throat were a testament to the pleasure of their shared journey.

And then, with the utmost care and reverence, Ethan enveloped Ryan's hip, drawing him further into the warm cavern of his mouth. The heady mix of sensations, of being devoured by the man he adored, left Ryan breathless and lost in the throes of ecstasy. "Ethan," he gasped, "I'm yours."

Ethan, at this point, was fully consumed by the act, relishing the control he had over the entire situation. He felt the subtle throbs of Ryan's heart, now located deep within his chest, each beat resonating with their shared passion.

Steadily, he began to swallow further, drawing Ryan's neck into his mouth. The sensation of Ryan's skin sliding down his throat was indescribable — warm, soft, and incredibly intimate. The muscles of Ethan's throat contracted rhythmically, guiding Ryan deeper and deeper.

Ryan, meanwhile, was completely intoxicated by the sensation of being so vulnerably consumed. The warmth, the slight pressure, the moist glide of Ethan's insides against his skin — it was an exhilarating mix of terror and ecstasy. His face flushed a deep shade of crimson, his lips parting to let out soft, tremulous whimpers of pleasure.

By now, Ethan's mouth encompassed the base of Ryan's neck. He paused momentarily, letting his tongue playfully explore the sensitive hollow of Ryan's collarbone, savoring the sweet-salty taste of his lover's skin.

Drawing a deep breath, Ethan then began to push Ryan's head further into his mouth, inch by tantalizing inch. Ryan's world started to narrow, framed only by the pink fleshy interior of his boyfriend's mouth and the intimidating set of teeth that seemed to gleam even more threateningly than before. Yet, even in that tight confinement, Ryan felt a strange sort of euphoria. His body, flush from the sensation, betrayed his fear with the exhilaration he felt.

Ethan, sensing Ryan's excitement, playfully nudged his boyfriend's nose with the tip of his tongue. The tip of Ryan's hair just brushed against the entrance of Ethan's throat, the edge of a precipice that promised an even deeper intimacy. With every swallow, every gentle nudge, Ethan whispered a silent promise — a promise of undying love, trust, and the unparalleled pleasure of their shared journey.

With a slow, determined effort, Ethan prepared to complete the final phase of this intimate ritual. Ryan's world grew narrower and darker, the warmth more oppressive as the entrance to Ethan's throat beckoned just beyond his forehead. With a gulp, Ethan began to swallow.

Ryan could feel every motion, every contour of Ethan's throat as it worked around him. His face pushed forward, creating a distinct and pronounced bulge in Ethan's neck. It moved rhythmically with Ethan's determined swallows, sliding downward with an almost hypnotic grace.

Then, with one final, deep swallow, Ryan's head descended past Ethan's throat, plunging into the cavernous expanse of his stomach. The world around Ryan now was warm, rhythmic, and pulsating — a testament to the living being that had just consumed him.

Ethan, now panting slightly from the exertion, laid back on the bed, his hands instinctively moving to cradle the considerable bulge in his abdomen. He could feel Ryan, still moving slightly, the faint contours of his form evident through his taut skin. The weight in his stomach was both satisfying and overwhelming — a blend of triumph and deep intimacy.

After taking a moment to catch his breath, Ethan began to tease the confined man. "You know," he started with a smug grin, "I always thought you'd make a great addition to me, but this... this is beyond my wildest dreams." He gave his belly a playful pat, feeling the faint response from Ryan within.

"Never thought I'd feel so amazing, so... complete," Ethan continued, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "You in there, all snug and cozy, has got to be the most incredible sensation I've ever felt."

He traced a finger along the bulge that was once Ryan's face, chuckling softly. "Hope you're as comfy in there as I am out here. Because, damn, this feels fucking amazing."

And as Ethan reclined further into the soft sheets, letting the euphoria of their shared experience wash over him, he couldn't help but think that this was just the beginning of many more adventurous nights to come.

[quotemenevervore]

Part 6!!! It do be dream team hours again lol

Not as fluffy, but I’ll remedy it later.

Content warnings: fearplay, character being terrified, soft, safe, g/t vore, chasing game.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“I’m bored.”

It was a simple statement, though with the duo Sapnap was with, he knew it could lead to something fun. “Yea? What’re you gonna do about it?” “I’m not participating in whatever you decide.” George already started to back out, laying back onto the grass. “I came out here for a nap and that’s what I’m gonna do.” “You came out here to visit us. Sapnap came all this way to watch you sleep?” Dream fired back, looking to the hybrid for backup. “That’s lame. I came to see you and you’re just gonna sleep on me.” “Not my fault you’ve been too busy with your fiancés to hang out.” “You run Kinoko kingdom too, you know. That’s literally most of the time I spend with Karl. And Quackity’s been working himself half to death over in Las Nevadas.” “Doesn’t he literally have like five staff?”

“Okay, well I didn’t come out here to listen to all this, so Sapnap. Got any ideas?” Dream kept out of all the political crap since L’Manburg went down in smoke. After Wilbur blew it up, the remaining founders tried to piece it back together, with the help of some new faces as well. A little bit after the Butcher Army ended, the remaining members gave up on making it a nation and simply made it into a village-type place where they all lived. Of course, Dream still popped in from time to time, but he mostly stuck around Kinoko Kingdom or made his rounds around the SMP.

“Not really. I’m sure you can think of something, though.” Dream contemplated the thought for a minute, before turning his attention back to the blackette. “Wanna do a chasing game? Not quite like Manhunt, and you’d have an advantage and award.” “Like what?”

The blonde (most popular theory, I’m just gonna stick with it) looked to make sure George wasn’t paying attention, then pulled a splash potion of shrinking out of his hoodie pocket. A grin stretched across Sapnap’s face, and he nodded his head towards the brunette lying down.

“Oh George~” “I already hate whatever you’re getting ready to do. What is it?” Dream crept over until he was right beside the other, his shadow obscuring his vision. “What- no!” He bolted upright the second he saw the shimmering teal potion, but it had not been enough to save him from the splash potion’s radius, and both men shrank fairly quickly afterwards. Sapnap wasn’t even near them and could hear the bickering from where he sat, though that wasn’t as impressive due to his enhanced senses.

“So what’re the game rules? I’m guessing some stuff’s off the table.” “Not really. Just don’t kill us using your size advantage. That’d ruin the prize anyway. Me and George get at least a two minute head start.” “Anything against senses?” “If it makes it too easy for you to track us, yea.” “Okay. When do we start?” “What are we even doing?“ “Now.” Dream sprinted off into the foliage surrounding the spot they’d chosen to hang out, Leaving their poor goggles wearing friend confused and wary. “What’re we doing, Sapnap?”

Well, if George needed motivation, who was he to deny him it? “Well, I’m going to be hunting. You should be running.” Sapnap leaned forward with a wicked grin, watching the other scramble back. He too darted off into the foliage, and the fireborn leaned back to his sitting position. A minute thirty to go.

~~~

Dream had a good feeling about his spot. Despite his size, he’d been able to scale a tree and was tucked atop a branch, right where it connected to the tree’s body. He’d be able to see and hear Sapnap before he was too close. Though, as he relaxed slightly against the tree, he couldn’t help but wonder how George was doing. He felt a little guilty for forcing him into the game, but what else would he have done? Sleep? Besides, if he got caught, he’d have a better sleeping spot than the grass anyway.

George couldn’t really say he was faring too well with this. One minute he was just resting, and now he’s shrunken and on the run from his giant, intimidating friend. Of course, he didn’t think Sapnap would hurt him, but his instinctual fear didn’t believe that. His legs were burning as he continued sprinting, trying to search for a small burrow in the base of a tree to hide in.

He knew he was out of time when he heard the fireborn call loudly, “Ready or not, here I come~”

He flattened himself against the closest tree to him, searching frantically for a better hiding spot. His chest was heaving, and it almost hurt to take deep breaths from how long he forced himself to run. There was a small opening in the base of the tree, the root coming out of the ground and making a small arch before going back into it. He hastily curled up under the arch, trying to force himself to breathe quieter. He found the spot just in time, too, as he could hear the footfalls of the other come closer.

“Where, oh where, could my friends be?” He was taunting, George knew. He didn’t even know what was gonna happen if he got caught, all he could think of was not getting caught under any circumstances. He pressed himself closer to the ground, barely breathing in fear of making noise. The footsteps were too close for comfort now, and he didn’t dare move an inch. They stopped near his tree, and he wondered briefly if his heart hammering in his ears was that loud to Sapnap, too. “Is that you I see up there, Dream?”

George cursed himself mentally. Of course they wound up with similar hiding spots! Dream had to have seen him, he’s gonna sell him out so he doesn’t get caught, and-

“Wait, that’s a leaf. How the hell is it bright green? It’s fall!” The fireborn had to be toying with him. Trying to make him reveal himself by scaring him and then making him calm down. He still didn’t move, didn’t relax his muscles and didn’t dare look away. For a moment, there was silence.

“Jesus Christ George, are you seriously that fucking scared?” Then the larger was crouching, pinpointing his exact location, and he backpedaled out from under the root and sprinted the opposite direction. He hadn’t even noticed the concerned tone of his hunter. “George, wait- ugh.” He didn’t dare look back as he heard the other stand back up, watching him run away.

Sapnap felt awful, to say the least. At least Dream knew it was in good fun this time, but George was more afraid than Dream had been the first time. He’d even picked a good hiding spot, too; If it wasn’t for the heavy scent of fear Sapnap wouldn’t have even noticed him, and he wasn’t even trying to use his senses. The next time they did this, if there even would be, he wasn’t going to do anything without everyone being aware of it.

With a sigh, he started walking in the direction his panicked friend had taken off in.

~ ~ ~ ~

Dream was surprised when he saw George running to the base of his tree, suddenly collapsing against the roots. When he hadn’t moved, he debated climbing down and checking on him, but the foliage moving not too far away changed his mind. He tucked himself back against the tree as his larger friend came into view, slowly making his way to the other on the ground. From his distance, he couldn’t make out anything the other was saying, and instead opted to remain hidden.

The other shrunken man simply couldn’t go any further, having burnt out all the energy he had. He didn’t know what Sapnap was planning, but there was nothing he could do to stop him now. He fell against the closest tree to him, trembling while he lay in wait for the other to find him.

He had to have blacked out at some point, because he only stirred once he was surrounded by heat. He didn’t register anything else except how that warmth helped soothe the aches he was already experiencing from the sprinting he’d done. It wasn’t until he finally forced himself to open his eyes that he realized where that warmth was coming from, and panic clawed at his throat as he registered where he was.

He was in something’s mouth.

“NO!” The panicked shriek froze Sapnap in his tracks, the only movement being him carefully but quickly spitting the shrunken man into his hand. For a moment, he only monitored, making sure he began calming down before trying to ask questions. He already felt guilty as the brunette shook lightly in his hands, breathing a sigh of relief when his breathing began to even out from the near hyperventilating it had been. “You okay?” George took several more deep breaths, giving his answer some thought before saying it. “I wish you all would tell me when you wanna do crap like this. You scared the hell out of me, Pandas.” Guilt completely flooded the fireborn’s stomach, and he grimaced, holding the other to his chest for a moment. “Sorry. I thought you’d already known what we were planning.” “Nobody explained anything.” He lightly hummed in response, gently rubbing the other’s back with his thumb as he felt his pulse begin slowing down against his fingers.

As it finally went down to a level Sapnap was satisfied with, the small body started shaking again. “George?” “It’s cold.” He muttered in response. “I’m soaked and it’s windy.” “Do you want-“ “Yes please.” Trying to ignore the guilt still creeping up his spine, he slipped his friend back into his mouth, feeling him relax to the warmth. He didn’t take long to mess with him, as he was already soaked with spit, and sent him down quickly so he could rest and warm up. He remained where he was crouched, waiting for him to slip into his pouch and settle in, before he got up to search for Dream.

A small movement up high caught his eye, and he spotted the familiar green hoodie against the bark of a tree. “Oh, Dream~” He wouldn’t be able to climb it, the tree being too thin and fragile, but he could absolutely catch the other off guard and make him slip up. “Oh Sapnap~” the smaller retorted, looking down at the fireborn. “How’s George?” A wince came to the larger’s face, and the small speedrunner felt his guilt from before return. “Not too well. We can’t do this again, doing it without telling him.” Dream nodded. “Yeah, that works with me. I didn’t think he’d get so scared.” “Me either.” They simply stared at one another for a moment, both waiting for the other to make a move, before the wind pushed against the shrunken man and almost sent him tumbling off the branch. “Dream!” He barely caught himself before he fell, and for the first time since he climbed up here he felt fear climb up his spine at the idea of plummeting to his death. “Sapnap? How do I get down with this wind?” When he didn’t get an answer right away, he shivered, trying to look for a branch beneath him so he could slowly climb down. “Jump down.” “Are you insane!?” He reeled back sharply at the suggestion. “I’ll catch you, idiot!” “What if the wind pushes me away?” “You’re too heavy for that! Trust me.”

He took a shuddering breath, considering his options. He could try climbing down, potentially slipping or being pushed off the branch by the wind and falling to his doom, or he could try trusting Sapnap and letting himself be caught. After hearing about George, hearing him screech like he was being murdered, he didn’t really feel like continuing the game. If he got caught by Sapnap, he’d survive, and he could go relax and try to make amends with his likely pissed off friend. Sapnap kept his eyes on the smaller, pupils dilating as he focused entirely on where he was clinging to the base of the branch.

“Okay. I’ll jump.” The next rush of wind almost made him lose his balance, and he clung tightly until it passed. When it had, he jumped down to where his friend was waiting, praying that the wind wouldn’t start up again.

Thankfully, it hadn’t, and his body fell into the warm grasp of his friend. He relaxed into the warmth as he shuddered, the adrenaline working its way out of his system. “See? I got you.” “Yeah.” His voice was breathless, still gasping for air as he finally began to calm down. Thankfully, his friend gave him the ability to fully calm down before going any further, though he had stood up and started walking back to their original meeting spot. By the time the adrenaline had worked its way out and he was finally breathing normally again, the other was already at their spot, and most of their stuff had been packed up. At least, the stuff that didn’t require both hands. “So, other than the George situation, which I’m gonna take care of, did you like this game?” “It’s an interesting twist, I’ll give you that. I’d be up to do this again if everyone participating is on board. Maybe Karl and Quackity would join.” “Thought you couldn’t store that many people?” “Who’s to say George was ever going to agree to do this again?” “He will. I just gotta talk to him.”

Sapnap simply shrugged. “We’ll see, I guess. You ready?” Dream nodded, an exhaustion creeping up his bones as he was slipped into the fireborn’s maw. With a click, the light vanished from his mouth, and Dream felt like he could have passed out then and there. If it wasn’t for Sapnap licking at him, he might have. He’d been curious, but he never asked how he tasted. With the amount of time he’s been kept in the other’s mouth before he could only guess that he tasted good.

Today was different, though. He was sent back fairly quickly this time, and he had to force himself to stay awake while he was gently pushed down to the other’s storage stomach. Though, when he finally made it, he was swiftly and rudely awakened by something slamming directly into his abdomen. He yelped, curling in on himself as he waited for the pain to pass, looking up to only barely see the pissed off look his friend was giving him. “You are such a dick, Dream.” The venom in his voice was more than enough to convey how mad he was. “I.. had that coming. Sorry, George.” He managed to wheeze out. The other scoffed at his apology. “Your sorry means nothing when I’m gonna have problems looking at Sapnap for the next few times he does this! Why do you keep pulling this stuff!? You know how bad it goes.” Dream didn’t retort immediately, instead taking deep breaths and willing the pain to stop controlling his thoughts. “You’re right. If you’re even willing to do this next time, nobody’s going into it unaware. And if we decide to do more games like this we’ll ask you first.” “This isn’t gonna happen again George, I promise. I’m sorry too.” Sapnap added, his voice flooded with guilt. He hadn’t even purred once in the time he sent either of them down, and that alone was a good indicator that he wasn’t happy about the situation either.

George sighed, flopping back against the stomach walls. “Neither of you are forgiven. Yet. We’ll have to see how these next few weeks go.” They all knew for a fact he’d forgive them quickly, but Dream and Sapnap both were content to let him be upset with them for now. “I’m heading back to Dream’s base, and after you guys get some rest I’ll let you both out. Sound good?” “Fine by me.” The brunette settled in immediately after saying that, and Dream did the same after giving his own agreement, exhaustion crawling back up his body now that he wasn’t in danger of being hit again.

Despite the first go around being terrible, Dream was already thinking of new places to play this game at, and as he finally drifted off, he wondered if he should let the other hunters in the manhunts in on this game as well.

[twistedtummies2]

Cephalo-Pudge (Post-Vore/Weight Gain; Commission)

This was an interesting experiment. This commission was ordered by @burpsbelliesgalore. They wanted a post-vore story, focusing on Azul keeping  a certain as sentient fat for a whole day, and moving their soul about from one part of his body to another. I thought the idea was appealing and sort of funny, so I decided to give it a try. It was fun to do something a bit new, though I’m not entirely sure when/if I’ll write something quite like this again. We’ll see. :) WARNING: CONTAINS POST-VORE GOODNESS, SPECIFICALLY INCLUDING SENTIENT FAT, WEIGHT GAIN, VERY MILD DIGESTION, AND A FEW BELCHES. ALSO FEATURES IMPLIED REFORMATION, IMPLIED MACRO/MICRO SHENANIGANS, AND IMPLIED STUFFING. YEAH, LOTS OF IMPLICATIONS. :p ANYWAY, DON’T LIKE? TOO YOUNG? DON’T READ!

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

GLLLRRRLLLG… Azul Ashengrotto hiccuped and groaned softly in his sleep. His sea blue eyes opened, blearily glancing about briefly at his darkened and most luxurious dorm room. His glasses sat perched upon his nightstand. It was a cool and quiet night in Octavinelle; the bioluminescent lifeforms and the moonlight that shimmered through the ocean water outside his window provided the only illumination the room had. The housewarden’s head rolled in his soft, satiny pillow; a very mild frown fell across his handsome, pale face as he noticed the time on the clock on his wall. The frown softened slightly as he turned his head the other way, and saw the white jacket and telltale sash that indicated how recently he had celebrated his birthday. It was hard to feel too upset with that in mind; it had been a good day, after all. While he really could have stood to NOT get a pie in the face at the Union building, he understood it was tradition for the school; and besides, with Jamil as his selected interviewer, he’d had little to complain about there. And, after all, that had only been the beginning of the…benefits the day had yielded. BRRRLLLRRRB…! A louder rumble drew Azul’s attention to his middle. A soft, sleepy smile now played across his face, his beauty mark quirking upwards as a puff of amusement left his perfect nose. The octo-boy in disguise was laying on his bed, topless, his bottom half clad in nothing but a loose-fitting pair of black and violet pajama bottoms. One might have been surprised to see him topless, presently uncovered by his blankets, given the cool temperature…but Azul found resting this way soothing. Especially on a full stomach. And Azul had a VERY full stomach that night. While one of his arms was laying limp upon the covered mattress, the other rose up, allowing one of his well-manicured hands to rest upon his belly. The mafioso-styled dorm leader’s abdomen was noticeably swollen, his gut round as if he had swallowed a decent-sized melon all in one gulp. It was the gurgling and churning of his stomach that had awakened Ashengrotto. He hummed softly, craning his neck to gaze upon his full stomach with a sort of contemplative expression. The young head of Octavinelle pressed upon his gut; it made a thick, mucky “slushing” sound. He could feel the soft, goopy mush that the meal he’d ingested had become… “Mmmmm…I’m probably going to regret all these calories in the morning,” he mumbled, but it was hard for him to sound too miffed. A little shiver went through him as a squealing sort of squelching came from his gut. His eyes fluttered closed as he lay his head back again, then he gripped his fingers into his sagging stomach more firmly. “Oooooh…at the moment, I’m…not feeling especially bothered, however…” Just then, a different sensation inside his stomach made Azul’s eyes open wide again. He craned his head upwards once more to look at his belly. It jolted slightly to one side, then the other; a muffled sound could be heard, almost muted by the busy churning of his stomach. Azul blinked twice…then his smile shifted, becoming his trademark sly, supercilious smirk. “Awww…is my little angelfish still solid in there?” he cooed, and cupped the underside of his belly possessively with one hand. “I have to admit, I’m a little surprised. Not disappointed. But surprised.” He let his head rest back on the pillow. Your squirms continued to nudge against the lining of his stomach; Azul sighed happily, stroking and caressing his belly as you wriggled about inside of him. “You shouldn’t be feeling any pain, thanks to that spell I used,” he mumbled. “Which means you’re either moving because you want to…” One finger began to trace circles around his navel. “...Or because you know I love the feeling,” he sighed out blissfully. “Either way…I’m going to presume that means you’re enjoying yourself in there.”

WHURLMPH. Azul’s smile vanished and he grimaced as a particularly harsh nudge to his stomach walls disrupted a pocket of gas. He lifted a fist to his, his cheeks ballooning as he repressed a deep, rumbling belch, blowing the excess gas free and fanning the air before his face subtly. “BRRRLLLMMMRRRP…phoosh! Ugh…so uncivilized,” Ashengrotto mumbled, and gave a sort of petulant glance towards his stomach. “You’re more wicked than most people give you credit for: first making me that…absolutely IMMENSE birthday dinner, then deciding you’re going to not only risk making me fat, but also give me gas?” He slapped his stomach; it jiggled. “Naughty,” he scolded. Another muffled noise - perhaps you firing back with some snarky comment - came from Azul’s stomach. He smirked at the garbled sound, a sinister gleam in his eye. Just because you wouldn’t feel pain didn’t mean you would stay solid. After all, that had been part of the contract. “Just remember, my angelfish,” he cooed, running his fingers across the middle of his belly. “Starting first thing in the morning, you’ll be spending the next 24 hours as a part of me. I hope you’re looking forward to it…” He yawned and allowed his eyes to close once more. “...I know I am…I just hope all that food doesn’t leave TOO big an impact on my body…” With this final, tired mumbled, Azul rolled onto his side in his bed. His gut GLORSHED noisily as gravity shifted; your tiny, steadily-softening body slogged with the rest of the sludge - a mixture of ice cream, cake, and various deep fried foods - with the change of direction. A muffled moaning sound came from you as you sloshed around in the simmering stew. Outside. Azul let out a soft, low burp in his sleep, already drifting back into dreamland. As he rested, one hand continued to rest and occasionally scratch at his stomach. His slumbering expression was one of deepest, most joyous satisfaction. He’d had a birthday to remember…and the next day was going to be just as memorable. Although, perhaps, for different reasons…

—---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Under the Sea! Under the Sea! Darling, it’s better down where it’s wetter, take it from-!” A growl accompanied Azul’s hand slapping over his cell phone and silencing the alarm he had set to wake him up. “I do so LOATHE that song,” he grumbled…but he supposed he couldn’t blame anyone but himself. After all, he’s the one who chose the ringtone. His logic had been that picking something that would annoy him would urge him to awaken faster…logic that, to its credit, DID work…perhaps too well…but that was all another story. Azul yawned and sat up in his bed; a light groan left him as he smoothed some of his pale gray hair out of his face. He scrubbed at his eyes and started to stand up from his bed… …Then paused. His groggy, bleary optics widened, a jolt of alertness shooting through his body. He felt…heavier. As if some sort of weight was hanging from his body, around his waist and his hips. If one has ever experienced gaining any great degree of weight, then one would know that the sensation is gradual. One typically doesn’t NOTICE they are getting heavier or larger, because the weight accumulates over an elongated period of time. But imagine if one suddenly gained a large amount of weight literally overnight. Then they would have known how Azul felt. Azul cursed under his breath and groaned louder than before, hauling himself up and stumbling towards the built-in bathroom of his dorm suite. He splashed water across his face grouchily; he’d known he would regret the feast he’d had the night before - his little angelfish included in the mix - but he hadn’t expected to regret it THIS immediately. Sighing agitatedly, Azul dabbed at his face with a towel and briefly glanced into his bathroom mirror. He could only really see his upper half in the glass’ reflection, and that alone was already enough to concern him…but without his glasses, it was hard to see just HOW bad the damage really was. The octo-boy in disguise stomped back into the main bedroom of his dorm quarters, and scooped up his spectacles from the nightstand. He thankfully had a second mirror in his room, directly beneath his clock. This one was a full-size looking-glass. Azul stepped in front of the mirror…blinked…then scowled. “Damn it to Hades,” he muttered, and a slight blush seemed to paint his cheeks. “I knew I…I shouldn’t have had so much of the cake…” Azul almost seemed to wince as his hands explored his bare belly. While he could sense that his stomach was now empty, his gut was actually not much smaller than it had been when he’d been awakened the night before. The difference was that instead of being swollen with digesting slurry from the inside, the softness, warmth, and roundness were all the result of a large amount of pudge that had gathered around his middle. His once lean but slightly curvy figure had become noticeably plumper, a doughy paunch now pooching over the low-set waistband of his pajama bottoms. It really wasn’t much, just a slight bit more belly…but the way Azul grimaced as he gripped the building love handles on the sides indicated it was more than enough to bother him. It didn’t get any better when Azul turned himself about in his mirror; an anxious look came into his eyes, his blush intensifying as he felt his heart beat in a flustered, frustrated way. His aforementioned pajama bottoms hugged his hips VERY tightly; Azul placed his hands upon them and pulled them away to see just how wide they had gotten. The difference from before he’d clocked out into a food coma the evening before to now was uncomfortable to him. Then there was his backside. Azul wasn’t sure he could blush any more fiercely, but it seemed that he was learning he had more blood to pump into his own face than he realized. His embarrassment was as plain as the cleft between his cheeks, as - even with the loose-fitting pajama pants - he could tell that a great deal of the weight had gone to his thighs and his rump. They were much, MUCH thicker than they had been the night before. Even through the black-and-purple fibers, Azul’s fingers could feel an ample “squishiness” to his rear end that hadn’t been so obvious before. “Damn,” he said again, running his hands along the curve of his butt, flushed with embarrassment and a hint of nerves. “I hope I can fit into my uniform pants still…urgh, I can already guess the sorts of things Floyd and Jade will say…” If it’s any consolation, I think you look better this way. Azul nearly jumped as he heard a voice seemingly in his own head. He blinked, then redirected his attention to his stomach. He placed both hands upon the mildly portly abdomen he now sported, as if to keep it steady. “Angelfish?” he whispered. Then he spoke a bit louder. “Prefect? Is that you?” Your own voice responded to him. Well, I’m not your conscience. Azul smirked almost despite himself. One hand adjusted his glasses as the other tenderly stroked his belly with his fingertips. “Good to know that your…transformation has not hindered your sense of humor,” he teased. You shivered, despite the endless, bountiful warmth that surrounded you. Azul smirked a bit wider as he could actually feel the slightest, almost imagined tremor of his plumpened underbelly. Good to know that gaining a bit of weight hasn’t ruined yours, your consciousness responded. Azul frowned anew, his hand still petting his belly as he looked back into the reflection and sighed. “Vargas is going to be an absolute pain today, I can already feel it,” he almost whined. I’d apologize, but I’d have to feel sorry first. Azul glared down at his gut and gave it a slap. A squeak left your mind - for you could not REALLY speak, only…think in conversation, if such a phrase could be imagined. “You knew this would happen, didn’t you?” Azul pouted. I have been told I’m VERY fattening, even when shrunken down, your mind responded; you weren’t sure how you could hyperventilate when you had no lungs, but that was the best sensation to describe your own flustered feelings. You…you m-might not want to…to “punish” me like that, I…w-wow, this feels good… “I’m glad one of us is having a good time,” muttered Azul. Then he smirked anew. “I hope you realize your contract is…” He bit his lip as he kneaded into his belly fat; he had to admit, that felt…pretty good… “...Binding,” he almost growled, then his voice returned to its usual velvety, silky smoothness. “Until the exact same hour you lost consciousness inside my stomach last night, you belong to my body. I can make this experience beautiful for you…” He gave his gut a slight jiggling shake; a slightly sadistic, self-satisfied expression crossed his smirking face. “...Or I can make it torture,” he breathed out, dangerously. I’m not sure they’re not the same thing, you loopily managed to think-say in reply. Azul chuckled through his nose and shook his head, raising one eyebrow, the slight drop of cruelty in his face giving way to affectionate amusement. He’d known for a long time about your “kinks,” the fantasies inside your head. Sometime ago, he’d given you a chance to act them out by becoming part of his rump for a time. For his birthday, you had offered him a chance to feel that sensation again, for having your sentient ego as part of his body, after turning your own form into nutrients and lipid-layering, was as gorgeous to him as it was heavenly to you. It was a selfish sort of gift, but you hoped the excellent meal you’d made would make up for it. Even now, Azul was questioning if the birthday bargain you’d made with him had been for his benefit or your own, primarily. “You must be very proud of yourself right about now,” he said, and turned to face his mirror, allowing your mind’s eye to see through his own optics. You could not only feel the warm, soft hand caressing the tummy pudge your entire existence had been reduced to, but you could see the way his palm and fingers moved across the patch of padding you’d been turned into. I…I am…ohhhh, that’s…that’s s-so good…please don’t stop… Azul rolled his eyes. “You seem to think I’m obligated to do things for your benefit,” he purred…then gave his belly a pat, his smile fading as he sighed softly and turned on his heel, marching towards his wardrobe. “Well, unfortunately for you, I’m not nearly as pleased with these gains as you are. And as soon as I get you OFF my body, I’m going to work very hard to work the pounds off, too.” Spoilsport. Azul glared half-heartedly and gave his belly a squeezing knead. He waited till he sensed your ego squealing before giving a vengeful sort of smile. A shiver went through him; he was blushing again, but this time for different reasons. His toes curled against the floor. He had to give humanoid bodies that credit: curling one’s tentacles didn’t have quite the same feeling or effect. Shaking his head to clear it, and letting out a shaky breath, Azul grabbed his school uniform from his wardrobe, and began to get dressed. Even if you’d been allowed to see the world from a “belly’s eye view,” you wouldn’t have been able to see much, as his shirt soon shrouded your “vision.” Being sentient fat was…difficult to describe. You could feel the belly around you; you could sense everything, but you could not move or speak of your own volition. You could think. You could do emotions. But actual motor functions and nearly all other senses of…well…sense were out the window. You were surrounded by warmth; like you were wrapped up in a dozen blankets. It wasn’t uncomfortable, however; it was as if you had been in an Arctic tundra and had just come into a scene from a Rockwell painting. (You wondered if anybody in this world knew what those were.) You could feel yourself sway; you could feel Azul’s hand touch you, feel the way his body shifted around you. You could sense his heartbeat, and dimly detect the smell of the stomach you’d spent so much time in. You probably should have been deeply disturbed, freaked out, or some other negative status…but instead, you felt…happy. You could feel a sense of pride and even a sense of strange contentment. Your fantasies, in this world, could easily be realities…and you felt safe inside of Azul’s body. Your soul nestled into the bountiful beauty of his belly, ready to strap itself in for the long haul… Azul was more or less unaware of all these musings on your part. After all, he had more important things to worry about than his own belly fat. Foremost of the bunch was getting dressed. He scowled and sneered, grunting as he fitted the buttons of his shirt and vest over his rounded midsection. The buttons of his blazer refused to reclasp, so - with a sigh of defeat - he simply let his jacket hang open, self-consciously squirming as he noted the way his belly pressed firmly against the insides of his buttoned-up top clothes. Next came changing into his trousers. At first, things went smoothly, and Azul began to feel a bit more cheerful…but that changed when it felt like his pants hit the blubbery equivalent of a brick wall upon meeting his rear. He grunted a few times before finally managing to shimmy his pants upward, hiking them over the wobbling tush-globes and grumbling as he fiddled with the fastener and the zipper. Finally, once it was done, he lashed his belt around his pants…mostly to make sure they wouldn’t burst open again. “Why do these things always go to my lower areas?” he groused, and sighed before fastidiously brushing himself off. He took a few deep breaths as he slipped his gloves onto his hands. He had to keep his cool. It was just one day, keeping all this weight…well, that was a lie. He’d have to deal with this for a while until he worked it all off. He glared again, eyes hard and sharp as shards of blue bottle glass. “As soon as I let you out of me,” he addressed your soul, softly squeezed in the hammock of his belly, “We are having a talk about the effect YOUR prurient desires have on my body.” I wouldn’t have it any other way, your soul replied, in a sleepy sort of way, indicating you were probably thinking of them in a way quite different from Azul’s. Ashengrotto snorted and rolled his eyes, then - adjusting his tie - he began to walk out of the room. He flinched as he heard the fabric of his trousers creak around his buttocks. He silently made a note to try not to bend over at any point if he could manage it: he was quite sure a little too much pressure in the wrong direction would case his pants to pop apart at the seams. “It’s going to be quite a long day,” he mumbled. Even as he spoke though, he couldn’t keep his hands off his own belly. Once he noticed, he flushed and hurriedly stuffed them into his pockets, eyes resolutely looking at anything but his gut as he stalked through the halls of Octavinelle, trying to stay focused on his schedule. He refused to admit how GOOD it felt to just…hold his own belly…especially knowing his precious Prefect was packed inside.

—------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The scratching of the pen on parchment was rough and coarse. It matched Azul’s cross mood as he sat ill-temperedly in Mozus Trein’s classroom, hastily taking notes from the Professor’s lecture. The old man was giving a long-winded sermon on the history of the dark and fabled art of necromancy…a subject that Azul would have found more fascinating if he weren’t in a state of molar-grating annoyance. All morning so far, before and after classes, he’d been dealing with people pointing out his abruptly added pounds. Floyd had laughed for what seemed like hours when Azul walked into the Mostro Lounge to give his orders for the day (the twins had the day off from classes). His eyes had sparkled with joy as he had invaded Azul’s space to poke and prod at his sides and his belly, making playful little “boop-boop” noises as he did so. “Awwww, chubby baby Azuuuuul! He’s baaaack!” sang out Floyd with an absolutely giddy grin. “Can I squeeze ya? Huh? Can I? Your tummy looks soooo squishable, like a big stress ball!” Azul had spluttered and swatted him away with many a flustered sound. Jade, naturally, had been no help at all. He’d chuckled through his nose, one finger to his chin, eyes gleaming with devilish amusement. His smile showed the slightest hint of his pointed teeth. “I must say, you’re looking…appetizingly healthy today,” he had teased, gently. “I suppose the Prefect made for an excellent dessert to their clearly nourishing dinner, hmmm?” Of course Azul had told the eel-men about the deal he’d made with you: after all, you were his significant other, and so your business was his, and his business was usually theirs. You wondered if Azul could feel the way you blushed at the note of how much you and the food you’d made for him had filled out his adipose tissue…just as you wondered if the rush of intensifying warmth you felt briefly was because he was blushing at Jade’s words. The Leech Twins had been just the beginning. You’d felt Azul’s belly bounce and wobble around you as he walked through the halls of Night Raven College. You could hear the voices of students around you, and nearly all of them had something to say about Azul’s overnight gains… “Shishishishi! Looks like I’ve got some competition as Chief Greedy Gut on campus, huh, Azul?” teased Ruggie Bucchi, giving a poke right to Azul’s navel, which wobbled above you. “Hey, did you swallow a bowling ball for your birthday?” laughed Ace Trappola. “Wow, Azul! You must have had a REALLY nice dinner last night!” cheered Kalim Al-Asim. “Hey, how come I wasn’t invited to the party?” Vil Schoenheit had simply turned up his nose with a scoff, while Rook blushed bright red and muttered some rather randy words in French. Azul had yet to see either of the Shroud brothers, but he imagined - with the way those two spent their days - by now they were probably snickering to each other about the situation sight unseen. One response had been legitimately mortifying, and that was the redoubtable Malleus Draconia himself. On his way to Trein’s classroom, Azul had run into the dark prince of the fae whilst rounding a bend in the corridor. Malleus had given him a placid, practiced smile in return; it reminded Azul far too much of Jade’s signature, sneaky expressions, which always promised something dangerous beneath an appealing and polite facade. It was a look Azul was on the route to mastering, himself. He knew it well. “Well,” Malleus said. “This is a pleasant surprise. I see you had a decent meal last night, Ashengrotto.” Azul had concurred this was true. Malleus had nodded in response, then raised an eyebrow, casting an eye down towards the center of Azul’s bloated middle. “And how is…your little mate?” he asked, in a careful sort of way, as if trying to be polite. It was more than an open secret, your whereabouts. Azul couldn’t help himself; he smirked a greedy sort of smirk, patting his belly - and making you wobble about on his warm, silky underbelly area, ripples going through your form. You could sense the possessiveness of his touch, the pride in his motions: it seemed, while he didn’t like gaining weight…he DID like gaining YOU. If you’d had the capacity to blush while being blubber, you would have been the color of a beet. “I think they’re feeling closer to me than ever before,” Azul had practically purred. There was a hint of a gloat in his voice. “That is good,” replied Malleus, narrowing his toxic green eyes. “Provided that is what they want.” “Well, it doesn’t particularly matter what my food wants, does it?” Azul responded. You had whimpered in the back of his mind at that; you knew he was saying this for your benefit, not Draconia’s. “But rest assured, I’m taking VERY good care of them.” Evidently, this tease had been the exact wrong thing to say around Malleus Draconia. You had felt the body all around you stiffen, as Malleus had leaned in close to glare into Azul’s eyes, his voice dropping to a deadly sort of whisper. “I understand your satisfaction, but I would advise you to mind your own avaricious nature, Ashengrotto. As pleasurable as it may be to hoard your little mate away all to yourself, one can be perhaps TOO greedy and gluttonous for their own good. Don’t forget: they may be your mate…” A slight hint of a snarl came into the dragon’s voice. “...But they are also my friend.” Azul’s possessive satisfaction had faded quickly then in a slew of hastily uttered apologies. Even now, seated in Trein’s class, he shuddered at the memory. “First you bloat me like a balloon,” he muttered to himself, glaring down at his belly between notes, “Then you nearly get me barbecued. Is it possible to get a divorce when marriage isn’t even instituted yet?” Well, technically, we’re already bound, was your quipping reply. Azul just glared more harshly, placing a hand to his temple as he tried to concentrate. It was hard to do so. His fingers fidgeted, wanting to play with his own belly; he could feel your energy, your warmth, stored inside of his body…it was like constant stream of oxytocin, dopamine, and serotonin were all being pumped through his body from the general area of his underbelly. He bit his lip, as he could sense your pleasure just as easily as you could sense his. You were enjoying your placement far too much…and probably too much pride at your accomplishments. The “cephalo-punk” glanced to the sides, where he noticed some students were STILL staring at his newfound rotundity. A flustered sort of glare came to his face and he looked to see if Trein was watching. He wasn’t: the wizened professor was busy trying to help a couple of Heartslabyul students at the other end of the lecture hall. A cunning smirk came to Azul’s lips. He put down his pen and looked down at his gut from behind his hand. To an outside observer, his posture would have made it seem he were simply thinking very hard…and in a way, he was. I take it being belly fat is approvable to you? He sent the thought your way. You wondered if sounds like whimpers and moans were real sounds to Azul in your current state, or if he could just sense the emotions the way one would interpret those noises. Whatever the case, he smirked wider was the obvious pleasure only increased. Well, since you’ve been SUCH a good little tummy pet, I’m going to give you an even better reward, he cooed mentally, in a tone that seemed sarcastic and sincere, somehow, at the same time. Hold onto your mind… Before you could ponder what that meant, Azul slipped the hand that had been holding his pen under his desk and placed it on his belly. Then, he ran his fingers across his sides, down along his hips…and shifted his posture to give his butt a subtle pat on the cheek. Beneath his pants, the glute wobbled slightly. Then he lifted his hand, a newfound smugness on his face as he picked up his pen and returned to his note taking at the same time Trein had returned to the blackboard to continue his lecture. No one, as far as he could tell, had noticed. What no one knew or would have likely been able to guess was that the motions had not been idle: what took him less than ten seconds felt like ten minutes, or even ten hours, to you. A sudden pulling sensation seemed to grab hold of your trapped mind; you had the feeling of being dragged through something - something thick, warm, and strangely-textured. All thought and all emotion became fuzzy and faint; hazy, like being pulled along through a dream. Then, after a sort of spinning, swimming sensation - like being whirled around in a typhoon - you finally found your soul coming to a rest… …And that was when you felt the weight. So. Much. WEIGHT. Pressing down all around you with oppressive, omnipotent ponderousness. You couldn’t move as it was, yet somehow you felt as if you wanted to squirm…and, of course, even if you’d had a body, you wouldn’t have been able to. You could feel your “body” being pressed, pushed down, all that weight firmly smushing the thick chub into a hard surface. You could not speak, yet words failed you; only frantic, confused thoughts, a mixture of arousal and intense bewilderment flooding your smothered spirit. Your essence flared with blaring signals of all sorts, from pleasure at the domination you were experiencing - so tightly kept, so helpless to resist or escape - and the fear and confusion that came with all that was going on. As if to try and help settle your broken mind. Azul wiggled in his seat. It was a simple action no one would have taken much notice of, especially since his eyes remained fixed on either Professor Trein or his own notes…but to you, it felt like you were being mashed and dragged and pressed out. The sensation was like a vigorous massage, encapsulating all of your body; jolts of pain and pleasure swallowing up your soul. A-Azul…! “Shhhhh,” he uttered aloud, then thought the rest of his comforting statement: It’s alright, angelfish. I’m here. I’m everywhere. I’m all around you. I’m just putting you…in your favorite place. If you could keen like a puppy, you would have done so then. You knew what that meant. Of all the parts of Azul’s body you loved most, nothing compared to his butt: considering so much of what he ate, in any amount, tended to go to his thick hips, thicker thighs, and matching thick glutes, you knew that all the pounds he’d put on had to make his ass truly MASSIVE now…and you were just BURIED in it. There was no escape from the unrelenting avalanche of rump meat that surrounded you. Is…this…reward…or…punishment? your crackling mind managed to stutter out. Azul smirked and responded by lifting his rump up slightly and dropping it again. Once more, it was a simple, swift movement - to any onlooker, he was just adjusting his seating posture for comfort’s sake - but to you, it felt like your entire universe was lifted up and SLAMMED down. You bobbled. Your whole being shook with his weight. The warm was more intense here than ever, and the musk was potent in your nonexistent nostrils. You were fused to his fat ass, and you could sense from the way he hummed around and above you that he loved that feeling. Both, was Azul’s single response in thought. Then, just to further drive home how totally he owned your being, Ashengrotto gave his glutes a hard flex, and the whole universe seemed to cave in around you, the pressure and heat intensifying; you swore it was like being pressed on all sides by his stomach again…except instead of slime and stench, all you could experience was his WEIGHT! Finally, Azul relaxed - once again, second seemed like hours to you - and you were left breathless (not that you needed breath) beneath his booty…no, WITHIN his booty. You once more wished you could truly whimper; it was the only sound to express your emotional status. You’d been sat on by Azul a few times - once he’d learned THAT dirty secret about you, he was VERY keen to play with it in private - but nothing compared to the sensations of being part of his fat butt. And now that it was fatter than ever… All thought trailed off as Azul glanced back and downwards over his shoulder with a sort of slimy smirk, then innocently went back to taking notes. He had to admit, right now, he was feeling much better about the added weight. It was so much easier to play with you now. “Don’t get too comfortable, my little pet,” he whispered to himself. “This day is still just getting started…”

—-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

For the rest of the day, Azul decided to give you a full tour of what it was like to be a part of his body. Not just his butt, nor his belly, but his BODY. Once he had realized how good it felt to feel your confusion and flustered bafflement each time he moved you to a new portion of his form, he decided there was nothing to do but keep transferring your soul from one part of his anatomy to another. Once class with Trein had finished, Azul had kept you on his arse for a little while. You’d felt the way his booty bounced around behind him, and sensed how the cheeks bumped against each other, as if punishing themselves for being too big. Azul did not strut with pride to show off these gains - he was more concerned with the idea of his trousers splitting - but nevertheless, you could feel the way his thighs pumped beneath you, and how his hips helped you sway. Those parts of his body were the next ones you visited. His hips came first, as Azul went to Alchemy class, where his labcoat helped to hide just how much more girth he had put on. With the long, pristine white coat covering him down to his knees, he let your soul rise. You felt as if your entire being was split in half, changing from one solid mass spread across some portion of his blubbery bum, and now fractioned between the two sides of his pelvis. Every time he brushed something off on his labcoat, his hands slapped through the fabric against you. You could feel the way those hips bucked and rocked as he waltzed about the laboratory, fetching vials and beakers and other instruments, as well as numerous potions and chemical compounds, all for the sake of his assignments that day. For him, they were simple, everyday movements. For you, it was like being on a swing ride at an amusement park. He seemed to have more confidence in his stride as he left Alchemy - you could feel the way each side of you was thrust up and then dropped down, repeatedly, as he strolled about the campus - but he lost that confidence when he had to attend Vargas’ class. As expected, Vargas was quick to criticize Azul’s gains, and exercise period was particularly harsh as a result. It appeared Azul was eager to share his misery (or, for you, perhaps it was better written as “misery”), because that was when he transferred you to his thighs. You could actually feel the way they squeezed, pressing into his broomstick, and the way they worked as he engaged in other exercises at the coach’s orders. Every jogging step, every lunge, made your world twist and stretch and press down around you. If you’d still had a skull, you would have sworn it was being repeatedly crunched in between those mighty thighs and heavy hams. Finally, exercise period stopped. But the day still went on. Azul would quietly slip you between those three lower sections, on a neverending loop, over and over again: you swayed and quaked along on his hips as he walked, found yourself squeezed in the inner portion of his legs as he ate, and felt the way his hips rocked whenever he sat down for class or business. For the most part, Azul ignored your flustered responses, aside from simply soaking in the sensations they caused for him. But once in a while, some words would float down towards your soul as it suffered pleasures and enjoyed agonies, all untold. Sometimes the words were teasing and affectionate… Mmmm…you seem to like it when I press my thighs together…perhaps when you get your body back, we’ll put that to good use? Sometimes they were downright mocking… I bet you wish you were back on my belly by now, don’t you, silly little angelfish? And on more than one occasion, they were petulant and scolding. I hope you’re happy with yourself: I swear, as soon as I find grounds to blackmail Cater, I will END HIM for taking that wretched photo…! These last ones alway got a mental giggle out of you. The rest of the time, you didn’t think so much as simply…felt. Simply soaked in every sensation these different activities pushed into your swallowed, submissive soul. Time was a funny thing, when one was octo-flab. Everything seemed slower than it should have been, yet everything moved much too fast at the same time. It was deeply disorienting. You could not see anything, nor smell much beyond Azul’s own natural odor, which seemed to be inescapably around you at all times; not vile, but certainly intoxicating. All you could really do was hear without lugholes, and feel without digits. Nevertheless, you knew when the day finally ground its way to a halt. You could tell not only from the way the body all around you seemed to slump slightly with weariness, but from the sound you somehow detected of what could only be his dorm room door opening and closing…followed by the scraping of the lock as it was fastened tight. “By the Sea Witch, what a day,” sighed Azul, with great exhaustion. Ashengrotto removed his glasses, one long-fingered hand ruffling his own hair as he leaned back against the door. Your soul - presently occupying his hips - squeaked as you felt the vibrations of the impact swerve through your fat-based framework. Is…is it over? You managed to finally eep out. They were some of the very few cognizant words you’d managed to utter that whole day after your first transference to octo-boy buttocks had happened. Azul gave a tired sort of smile up towards the ceiling. He chuckled. “For me, basically, yes,” he murmured, then slid his eyes downwards as he stroked his hips softly through his tight pants. “Have you enjoyed the ride so far, my sweet?” Probably more than you have, you responded honestly. “Oh, I’m not sure about that,” Azul chuckled, and stepped away from the door, slipping off his blazer and hanging it up in a sweeping, swooping set of motions. “After all, having my favorite human occupying my newfound folds was…exhilarating, in some places.” Yeah, but…it was pretty embarrassing for you in other places. Azul frowned as he undid his tie and then began to unbutton his vest and shirt. “Yes,” he conceded. “But…I’m surprised you’re feeling bothered by that now.” I’m not, you insisted, hurriedly. Azul hummed, unconvinced, then shrugged and removed the rest of his garments. Soon, he was in naught but his underwear. He sighed, noticing the stretch marks that had formed along them. “For the record, you’re worth every pound. Having said that…you really did a number on my body,” he mumbled, pressing his hands into his hips firmly, as if nudging them into your soul buried inside. You would have quivered if you could. I…I definitely f-feel like…I must have, you replied. Azul sniffed softly, somewhat snootily and patted his hips, then groped his rump with a grimace. “It will take weeks to work all this off,” he groused…then paused before adding more quietly. “That is…If I work it all off…” There was a pause. Wh-what? You piped up, inquisitively. Azul sighed. He squirmed where he stood as he fetched his pajama bottoms. “I’m…going to admit, I…might have actually…LIKED having a little extra weight on me, in some cases,” he grumbled. There was a pause. Then your soul began to giggle. The giggle became a mental laugh. Azul flushed more than ever and growled, removing his glasses in a flash and slapping them onto his nightstand. “You know, I can move your soul to much, MUCH worse places than my butt, if you don’t behave,” he growled. “Or I could just keep you in there forever.” And risk being “roasted”? You reminded him, tauntingly. Azul let out a harumph. “I can see you’re going to be difficult,” he muttered, then smirked as he placed his hand to his hip. “Maybe next time I’ll find a way to show you more respect when you’re inside my body…” So saying, Azul moved his hand along his sides to the front of his belly. A sound not unlike a cat’s purr left him as he circled the tips of three fingers around his now once-more-bare midsection, your soul encircling his belly button. “...But for now, I think we BOTH need a rest in a warm, soft place. Besides, you only have a couple hours left till you reform, per our agreement.” The comforting, familiar sensations of being belly fat returned. Your soul gave an involunatary shudder, your lifeforce squirming beneath Azul Ashengrotto’s skin. The mafia-styled mage, moaned, his blue eyes fluttering as those warm, pleasant sensations flowed into his arteries before cycling back into his veins once more. “I think we can both agree on one thing,” he chuckled breathlessly, and you could feel the way his belly shifted with his mirth. “My rear end may be your favorite part of me in some respects…but clearly, my belly isn’t too bad, is it?” I’m not complaining, was the only answer you could give. “Neither am I,” Azul said, and there was a warmth to his voice. “I…I haven’t properly said it yet, for all this, but…thank you, Prefect. This was one of the strangest but…honestly, one of the most REWARDING sort of gifts I ever could have received for my birthday.” He paused, chewing on his lip…then sat down upon his bed, rubbing his hand up and down along the curve of his gut. “Angelfish?” Yes, Azul? “If I…if I DID decide to keep you there…would you hate me for it?” he asked, quietly. Your soul stilled. You could hear a sense of conflict in his voice. Suddenly, you realized…the weight wasn’t the only thing he was considering holding onto. “You’d be safe with me,” he said, in a soft, soothing, seductive way, which matched the hands you could feel roaming across his belly, kneading at the folds and rolls that had developed there, tracing into and out of and around his navel. “I would never truly harm you, angelfish. Never. And…and you like being part of me, don’t you? Warm and soft…comfy and cozy…I think I make a very nice home for you.” His words were light and gentle; lightly teasing, but not insincere. He was not pleading, nor taunting you…indeed, you felt perhaps he wasn’t really talking to the sentient chub you had become, to begin with. “It would lead to repercussions, certainly…but how could two people possibly be closer?” You make a good point, you admitted, without hesitation - a quickness of response that you could sense surprised Azul. But it wouldn’t be the same, would it? Azul hesitated before quietly whispering just two words: “That’s true.” Your soul smiled. You wished you still had hands; you weren’t sure if you could keep any thoughts to yourself, but if Azul read your thoughts about giving him belly rubs once you got your body back, he stayed silent about them. Maybe someday, you can take me. Permanently, you said, and the words were alarming in how honest they were. But…I think I’d rather just be me. Me and you. For a while. Azul smiled and nodded. He patted his belly. It jiggled. “Very well,” he said, then a greedy glint came to his ocean-colored eyes. “But I don’t know how long ‘a while’ might be, angelfish. I’m a notorious miser, even by my own admission.” Well, you’re also supposed to be a benevolent spirit. It wouldn’t be “benevolent” to take me away from everyone else I care about and keep me all to yourself, would it? “No, but Chernabog knows I still would love to.” For some reason, you giggled. If you’d had eyes, you would have rolled them. At least you’re honest. “Always, my angelfish,” purred Azul, poking his belly with one finger. “Always.” He yawned then, and lay back upon his bed. His pose was not unlike the one he’d had when he had woken up to the grumbling of his own guts the night before; one arm draped across his stomach, the other limply resting upon the bed. “In all fairness,” he murmured, tiredly, “I think I’d rather keep you around a while longer anyway. After all…if I made you into permanent, sentient fat upon my body, who else would feed me those lovely cakes, hmmm?” Ohhhh, so you’re giving up the advantage of keeping me as fat, for the advantage of being fed. I see how it is. I’m only useful as a cook. Got it. Azul chortled. His gut bounced and bobbled around you. “You know you mean more to me than that, Prefect,” he promised…then he frowned. “Having said that, PLEASE don’t overfeed me like yesterday again. As enjoyable as this amount of weight is…I’d rather not gain TOO much more.” The almost maniacal cackle that echoed in Azul’s mind showed your thoughts there. Wasn’t part of the contract. No promises! your sentience sang. Azul sighed and closed his eyes…but he couldn’t help the amused and loving smile on his chiseled face. “No wonder you were brought here to Night Raven, my pet,” he said softly, and drew a heart shape around his navel with one finger in a drowsy, dreamy, lax way. “You’re as incorrigibly greedy as I am.” Guilty as the day is long, your soul agreed. Azul hummed softly in a crooning sort of way, cupping his hand protectively over the area of his belly you now occupied. Soon, you felt the belly you were part of beginning to rise and fall as his breath evened out, and Ashengrotto drifted off into a dreamless, satiated sleep. You could do nothing now but wait…wait until the spell wore off, and your body reformed, right there next to him on the bed. You didn’t mind the wait. Your soul slept alongside his own, basking in the warm, blanketing softness of your boyfriend’s new belly. Azul Ashengrotto had once been a chubby little octopus. With your help, he’d find out that really wasn’t such a bad thing to be…and if that meant you ended up getting a front row seat to it all like this? Well. You simply called that incentive.

The End

[luckyshotwrites]

1, 17, and 18 for the vore ask meme pls!! 😁

-Griff

(I'm sorry it took me so long! I've been struggling to write lately. And I hope you enjoy it, heavy teasing ahead from a certain OC of mine in Widfali).

--------------------------------------------------------------

"hmm..." He held them firmly in his hand, purposefully keeping them near his lips. "I did say if you brought me some people I wouldn't eat you didn't I?"

Their vision traveled downward, his gut slightly trembled with movement. He wore a grin when they looked back up at him. "Are you jealous?"

"No." They replied, quickly.

His eyes sparked once they caught their unease in his hand, "be careful, I would hate to drop you."

They were at least fifteen feet high, "please, don't."

"I'd never." He whispered over their body, his blew his breath over them. "I'll make sure I hold you very tightly," He teased, squeezing them between his clawed fingers. It caused a small yelp to flee from them like a squeaky toy.

"I'll do fine on my own now." They uttered.

"On your own?" He shook his head, "that's a foolish thought, any predator would love to snatch you up, press you close to their mouth..." he demonstrated pressing them at his lips, "and ever so gently get a taste of your cute, trembling, form.~"

His lips parted and his pointed tongue stroked up their face. It caused them to scrunch up their face with disgust as his warm trail was left on them.

He took his appendage back between his lips to completely savor the taste.

His pointed ears perked up at their small cries. He kept their hands pinned so they couldn't remove the smear of his saliva. They couldn't even open their eyes, fully.

A jitter of excitement rode up his body, especially as the fun of his other captives died down in his stomach. He was itching for more another to completely fill him out.

"I'll be careful!" They pleaded.

A Cheshire-like smile curled at his lips, "careful?" He couldn't help but laugh with mockery, "you call yourself careful after walking into the den of a hungry beast?"

Their eyes opened, staring up at him with fear. He adored that look. "looking soooo..." a rigid breath popped out, "delectable.~"

His shuddered, delightfully, spurring a bit more movement from the weakened humans inside him. His abdomen tightened with anticipation for his third.

"I did-you said I'd be safe and you wouldn't come after me if I did this!"

His shoulders came up with his snicker, he turned his head down, speaking, "and you believed me." His head sprung back up, his look held his prey too. "I should say thank you though, because of you I had a excellent dinner," his hand rubbed over his gut, "and I'm going to have a even better," he tweeted, "dessert."

They started to throw their body back and forth the best they could in his grip. Their desperation only fueled his fire.

"We had a deal!-"

"And it's funny how that deal went, isn't it? You got yourself some friends to keep you company."

"Don't do this!" They whined as he ran his tongue over his own teeth in front of them. "I'll-I'll get you more people!"

"More? No thanks, you're more than enough." He raised a brow, "but tell you what since you did do this for me," he leaned back on the stone wall behind him, "how about I let you decide what happens next?"

Hope shimmered in their eyes, "yes, I want you to-"

"Hold on," he moved them up above his head, "it's between two options..." he licked over their feet and they yelped.

He smiled, "Either I could eat you head first, so your screams will be muffled when your squeezed down my throat and I get to eagerly watch your feet kick around before I overtake them, or..."

"Feet first and I get to watch every bit of fear in your lovely little eyes as your body will sink deeper inside me." His eyes clearly favored this option, "that way you can cry all you want, and see not a single soul will rescue you."

Their lips quivered, helplessly. "I've done nothing to you!"

"Ha, you've done plenty to work up my appetite and will do me an even greater service by satisfying it." He said gulping, slowly. "So what is my little dessert choosing?~"

...

(End Scene, sorry, I thought it'd be funny to end it with a tease too. It makes sense with Lev's character, as he's loves mocking prey before eating them).

Anyway my thoughts on unwilling/willing/multiple prey/and teasing: Oh boy, well, I generally write, unwilling vore stories and have a preference toward it. Though, if it's well written I do like willing or semi-willing pred or prey. And multiple prey I only like if it's somewhat "realistic" like a giant eating tinies, or at least someone who's very big eating multiple individuals. AND TEASING, that's the stuff. I love teasy preds or sometimes teasy prey. The bicker/banter is always fun to read and see in writing/art. So, I hope this helped answer your question, homie, and have a astonishing day! :D

[dzamie-oc]

Voretober 23 - Stranger

Length: 1800 words Vore type: M/F, F/M, F/?, wing vore, absorption, oral vore Fandom: None (Kahudra) Other info: multiple preds, multiple prey, willing prey, unwilling prey, bat/mouse, slime/tiger, and one more Summary: A vore show segment where they showcase the strange and, ah, "stranger" ways to devour another person! Featuring a twist ending, courtesy of Eris.

On stage, in front of a studio audience and behind a podium, stood a vixen in a purple pinstripe suit and a broad grin, holding a microphone by her mouth. At a cue, she waved to the camera. "Welcome back to the show! I'm Raine, and in just a moment, we have an interview with one of the nation's leading thaumic scientists on what's going on in the fascinating world of coming back from a stomach - or wherever else you wind up. But first is a segment we're calling, "Tooth is Stranger Than Fiction," where several contestants delve beyond the jaws to show off the weirder side of ingestion."

She strolled from her podium across the stage, and the camera followed, zooming out until it framed three pairs of individuals, each a guy and a girl: a mouse and a bat; an orange, lizard-shaped slime and a tiger; and a dog and some sort of furry, serpentine mishmash of species. "Okay, everyone, let's have a round of applause for our three guests," the host said as she stopped before each pair. "Over here on the left, we have Claire, a sleeper by day and teacher by night." The bat in question blushed and sheepishly waved a wing. "Next up, Victor, the wettest bookseller I've ever met." The lizard offered a polite nod. "And last but certainly not least, Eris, an incorrigibly chaotic spirit - so don't incorrige her." Eris leaned her neck over to Raine, leaving the rest of her body behind, and whispered something to her. Shocked, the vixen looked down to see that she was holding a large gummy worm instead of a microphone. The draconequus simply snapped a paw and grinned toothily at the camera, and the mic was back, albeit bright yellow.

After holding it up to scrutinize, Raine shrugged and walked back to Claire, explaining on the way, "And of course, our lovely professional prey, without whom our predators would have to plunder the audience - or each other!" A fourth wave of applause came and went before the fox turned to Claire. "So, Claire, what have you got for us today?"

The bat smiled. "Well, back in college, I experimented with some runic markings on myself - side note for those watching: don't do that. I got lucky, one of my friends didn't." Having turned to the camera for the brief responsibility PSA, Claire refocused on Raine. "Anyway, thanks to that, I can eat people with my wings, which I am here to demonstrate." She spread one wing out, displaying an impressive wingspan and shimmering, blue symbols all over the membrane from tip to shoulder to ankle.

Raine gave a low whistle. "A stunning display, and you haven't even started yet! So, ready?" She looked at the bat, then at the mouse beside her. Both nodded, so she stepped back to give the pair some room - and the camera a good shot.

Claire partially unfurled both wings, and beckoned her prey forward. Once he stood right against her fluffy, furry front, she drew her wings back in, wrapping the mouse in a leathery embrace. "Here goes," she said, "sorry you guys can't see much." A soft, blue glow shone out from under her chin, and over the course of ten seconds, the lumpy, somewhat recognizable bulges of the mouse against her wing membranes grew much less defined, and her hug shrunk inward. Finally, with a cheeky "ta-da!" the bat spread her wings again; the blue symbols shimmered brighter than before, but once the mouse's empty clothes fell to the floor, all that stood between them was her bare, brown fur, no rodent to be seen. She quickly wrapped them loosely around herself again, blushing, and quietly asked something of Raine. The fox muted her mic to respond, and after what looked like a brief incantation, an ethereal mouse rose out from between Claire's body and wings, before floating off to get back in his body.

"Well done," Raine said after turning her mic back on, "now, I'm sure you don't use this on your students, so what's your usual fare?"

Claire thought for a moment, then leaned into the mic. "Well, I have a few friends who are good for a mana recharge… but in the rare cases that I'm desperately low, it's not too hard to find someone willing to let a tired bat hug them, especially if they're not big into listening when I tell them what my wings actually do."

Raine pulled the mic back and started walking over to the next two. "I've said it before and I'll say it again: this segment proves that, if someone asks if they can eat you, it's a joke less often than you think. And now we come to Victor. I've gotta say, Victor, this is the first time we've had a slime on this little game, and the folks backstage have told me nothing about what to expect. So, hit me with it."

The orange lizard smirked. "Not literally, I hope?" he joked in a deep, fluid voice. "But actually, this is more of a… defense mechanism that got out of hand. Once that happens, it's easy for a slime to join with part of themself, whether it was severed or, well… I guess Miss Tabitha and I will show you."

"I guess you will!" The host took a step back once again, and the camera centered the orange pair.

Victor lifted a slimy hand up in front of the tigress, and to Raine's surprise, the cat took a hefty bite from him! Tabitha's eyes widened, but she smiled after she swallowed, the throat bulge this time belonging to the one who was supposed to be prey. Her remark, "you taste like pumpkin pie. I could go for another bite if it helps," and his reply, "ah, no need. Maybe later," were just barely audible.

After a moment of confusion from all but the lizard and tiger, Tabitha startled, shuddered, and lifted her shirt to peer at her own belly. Or rather, the transluscent orange slime where her furry, white belly was supposed to be! She pulled it up more, stopping just under her breasts to see a line of fur steadily retreating before the encroaching slime. "Oh, this does feel strange," she remarked; having caught on, Raine stepped in to hold the mic closer. "A little cold where he's touching me, but nothing where he already is." The tiger turned and looked behind her, where a thick, reptilian tail seized territory that her stripey feline one rapidly lost. Once her paws became like his, the mostly-slime creature pulled her shirt off through himself, to an exclamation of surprise from Tabitha's head, the only fuzzy bit left. She managed to get out "Victor, I'd love to-" before even her head was replaced by the lizard's. The body that used to be Tabitha finished her sentence in Victor's voice, "play around more later? Yeah, I'm down."

The two Victors looked at each other, smiled, and stepped together, though only gained about half a foot in height. "Well," Raine managed to get out, "definitely unique. Um, like I asked Claire, is this for rowdy customers, for fun…?"

"Sometimes for fun - Tabitha's reaction was certainly not unusual. But, since I do have to worry about getting too big with it," Victor replied, then stood straight for a second to show off his height, "it's mostly, as I said, an overactive defense mechanism. Some predator tries to eat a tasty slime, and I end up getting them back in the end."

Getting back into the swing of things, the fox gave him a sly grin. "No comment on the other part of my question?"

Victor laughed. "I don't eat paying customers." Before Raine could ask the followup he'd just set up, he grinned and nodded over off-camera. "Anyway, Eris looks bored. Her turn next, right?"

"Hey now, who's the host of this show?" the vixen jabbed back, but was already making her way over to… Eris, who was sitting backwards on what looked like a schooldesk chair with a back high enough for her noodly proportions, with her head resting on her mismatched lion's and eagle's arms. "And finally we have… Eris, what happened to Russel?"

This earned her a playful, snaggletoothed smile. "Oh, that amorous puppy wanted me to sit on his face. And who am I to turn down such a cute guy?" Eris lifted her paw and gestured to the chair. "So I turned him into this. Fine work, if I do say so myself."

Still shaken from the earlier surprise and now much more thrown off, Raine took a step back and glanced around. "O…kay… well, unless you're going to eat the chair in a strange way, can you turn him back?"

"Absolutely, but it might play havoc with your show's rating." Eris snapped the fluffy tuft of her dragon tail like a whip, and where a chair stood just moments before, laid the untransformed dog on his back; Eris held his ankles to her body and made a quiet grunt passionate enough to hint at where Russel's muzzle wound up. With slightly rosy cheeks, the draconequus continued, "but anyway, puppy boy here is completely safe from becoming part of my body - at least for now."

Raine visibly tensed. "What do you mean by that? You're not going to eat him?"

With a mischievous gleam in her eyes, Eris stared back at Raine. "Oh, no. See, I figured I'd mix things up a bit, and rather than eat someone expected in an unexpected way, I'd eat someone unexpected in an expected way."

The vixen took a few steps back from the third guest. "You don't mean me? I still have half the show left to host, an interview, viewer mail…"

At this, Eris giggled. "That wouldn't stop me, but no. No offense, but that sort of reversal is small-time. Here, follow me, camera, I'll just show you." Oddly, rather than get up from her seat on Russel, she just licked her lips and turned to face-

Wait, hold on. Stay back. You can't just- o-oh, that does feel nice… But no. Eris, there's a story to get back to! You were going to eat him with your- aah!

Stop it! Don't give that look, and don't swallow! What'll happen to the story if y

[lizard-shifter-noms]

Wayward Waters Chapter 3

——————————————————————————

Hello everyone! Chapter 3!

things slowly picking up :3

time to explore more of the world!

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

have fun reading!

and as always Reblogs are appreciated! (Also ASK’s are open so feel free to bother me!)

AO3 Link for those that prefer the layout there;

AO3 Wayward waters

——————————————————————————

I got jolted awake by what felt like a static shock but a thousand times stronger.

I jerked upright as much as my disoriented body could, which only resulted in me lifting my head abruptly.

Where. The. FUCK. was i?

I was on a boat alright, but this one was way smaller, and looking around I spotted people that were definitely unfamiliar to me.

The one closest to me was wearing gloves and holding some long fish.

It took my mind stupidly long to catch up and realize that it was an electric eel, presumably that was what gave me the electroshock.

The eel suddenly writhed around, slapping the young man in the face who let go in surprise.

The eel wriggled away all the way off the deck while the man tried to catch it again

“Nooo! Not again! Come back here!”

Well, what the fuck was going on?? And I was still in Ardua form on top of that so these guys might not even know if I was sentient or not.

Also I felt terrible! My vision was blurry but at least slowly clearing and I felt nauseous as hell! 

Great, I ignored the guy with the escaped eel for now to look at the rest of the people.

Alright there was, uhh some shaggy haired blonde guy, with blue webbed ears?

Uhh what? And it looked like he had gills on his neck as well, Was he some sort of merling?

Well he didn't look like a danger so i looked to the next person,  who was even weirder.

His skin was completely black, shimmering like polished stone and instead of hair there were porcupine-like pale spikes growing out of his head, on top of that the man had completely orange eyes, also like some sort of gem with no pupils or white at all.

Eerie as fuck in my opinion but he wasn't doing anything, I couldn't even tell where he was looking.

And then the last person, the smallest one in an oversized blue sweater.

They had bird legs! Like Oakley but more of a dark gray, but considering the size of the sleeves they had it was unlikely they had wings like him.

They were also staring at me with wide eyes that reminded me of a bird as well.

At a disappointed shout I turned back to the man who had shocked me with the eel, still feeling incredibly off somehow.

What the hell was wrong? There was a weird tightness in my chest and my heartbeat felt slightly off.

Did the electroshock do something to me?

Closing my eyes for a second I tried to calm down again and focus on what was wrong.

Though doing that only made me want to throw up so I opened them again.

Now that my vision wasn't blurry anymore I could also make the guy who now had lost the eel better out.

He had black salt stained hair and pointy ears? 

He wasn't an elf for sure so that meant another bastard?

Maybe? Also his eyes were blue like my own weirdly enough.

The eel had escaped him so he disappointedly pulled the gloves off while the bird legged one walked over to him.

Only to kick him square in the shin.

Ouch, that looked like it hurt.

He yowled and dropped the gloves, cursing them out.

I ignored it in favor of trying to figure out what the fuck was wrong with my chest, the heartbeat still felt very off and i hoped the electroshock didn't do anything bad to me.

My ears twitched at the string of curses from the bird legged one, who was apparently cussing out the eel guy?

What? Why?

I decided to listen for a second and figure out what was wrong later.

“You fucking idiot! You couldn't have waited till we got closer to land to wake that thing up? Now we have some Giant green cat onboard that could smash a hole in our ship!! And only because you're such a dumbass nerd! If that thing kills me I WILL Haunt you!

Also this time you can get a new eel alone!”

They slapped him with sleeve covered hands for good measure, and then despite bitching about me being here, walked away from him in front of me.

What exactly-?

I pressed a paw against my chest as it still felt very weird and just, off.

The blonde guy with the gills spoke up for the first time.

“I don't think that's gonna happen Jamie, the thing looks mostly confused if i'm honest”

So the bird legged one was named Jamie? I'd have to remember that.

I turned my head to the guy that had held the eel, who had come a lot closer and got a magnifying glass from who knew where.

These guys clearly didn't know if I was sentient or not but the darker haired bastard didn't seem to care, opting to inspect some of the plants on me up close with the glass in hand.

Well, he wasn't hurting me so it was probably okay? I looked over the deck again to see if there were anymore people but that didn't seem to be the case.

The only thing I could see was some sort of crane bolted to the ship with a big hook to load stuff onto it.

Also the weird crystal-esque person again, who now spoke for the first time.

“Ronan, maybe you should give our guest some space to get their bearings again? I doubt people appreciate to be examined like that after near drowning”

He had a deep voice that for whatever reason reminded me of sunwarmed rocks even if that made no sense at all.

Well, at least he seemed friendly enough?

The man who was apparently named Ronan jumped back a little.

“Huh? Oh sorry! I just got excited again! 

It's not everyday you see a creature like this! Wait person? What‽”

So this guy really had no idea I was sentient? Great, just great.

Also miserable self preservation on his part.

The crystal man spoke again.

“Yes, person, there clearly is the spark of sentience in their eyes”

The guy named Ronan stumbled back a little, tripping over some disorganized stuff on the floor.

“Oh fuck! I'm so sorry! Wait, do we even speak the same language?

Uhhh ᚺᛖᛚᛚᛟ? ᛁᛗ ᛋᛟᚱᚱᚤ ᚠᛟᚱ ᛏᚺᛁᛋ ᚲᚺᚨᛟᛋ, ᛁ ᛞᛁᛞᚾ'ᛏ ᚴᚾᛟᚹ”

I understood exactly none of that.

“Uh what?”

“Oh so you speak Suorin as well! Good! I'm pretty rusty in other languages!, also uhh sorry bout this chaos by the way”

Nice, whatever, where the fuck was i? And where were the others-?

I stood up abruptly, trying to see if I could make out the Victory Rose anywhere, accidentally knocking over Ronan and the blond guy.

“Whoa! Hey, watch it! Our ship is aint that big!”

One of them complained but I was preoccupied trying to find my friends.

I stood for maybe a total of five seconds before my weirdly out of sync heartbeat made me feel a bit sick again and my legs buckled under me.

I was back to laying on the deck, pressing a paw against my chest to try and figure out what the fuck was wrong, breathing heavily and just trying to clear the fog form my head.

I vaguely heard the bird legged one ,Jamie?, complain to Ronan.

“You broke him! You stupid ass nerd!”

He argued back and the blonde guy tried to calm them down, but I ignored it in favor of trying to get my brain in order again.

Okay, so what happened?

There was a storm and uhh, Robin! The falling mast! I went overboard!!

Oh no! I hoped they were okay, but what now? 

How would I get back to them? 

Maybe I could ask these guys? As weird as they were, none of them had actively tried to hurt me thus far, eel thing not counting.

Though I was pretty sure they only used the eel to wake me up.

And my chest still felt off somehow.

Yeah like that I wasn't going anywhere, not that I could seeing as we were on the ocean and I wasn't about to swim for hours just to try and find land.

Ughhhh, this was awful! I wanted to go home!

Home? Huh, yeah I did have one now, how strange.

The crystal like man came up to me while the other three were doing, who even knew but the bird legged one was a lot tinier than the others.

Maybe four feet give or take a few inches with floofy hair and an intense stare.

A majority of their body was covered by a light blue sweater that looked a few sizes too big and covered their hands completely.

The sweater was paired with shorts weirdly enough and the entire outfit didn't fit together at all.

Also those claws looked mean.

I shook my head, my brain really was all over the place and I tried to focus on the approaching crystal like man.

Up close he was even stranger, his skin looked like actual obsidian and he didn't look like he was breathing at all.

“Are you alright? You look rather stressed”

Rather stressed? They could be glad i wasn't flipping the fuck out! What the hell happened?

“I feel sick and disoriented, what the fuck happened?”

He stood there, and didn't even blink before walking over and grabbing that Ronan guy by the scruff like a naughty cat and dragging him in front of me, leaving the other two to stop their argument.

He was set in front of me by the weird crystal guy who then left with the blonde towards the crane while that Jamie person climbed up the mast.

“Uhh, yeah sorry about all of this chaos, i have to say i was pretty surprised when we found you drifting on the ocean with your claws dug into a wooden trunk, but hey it kept you from drowning! I think?”

Oh so that's why I didn't go under then.

“And after that? How'd I get here?”

“Oh uh we used the crane we have to put you on the deck,  we tried to wake you up for like an hour but you didn't even react, So I, uh, got the eel? I kinda thought you were dead for a moment”

Oh, I must have looked miserable then for them to assume that.

“Thanks? I guess? I feel awful but at least alive, I think? Where are we even?

I need to get back to my friends! We were on a big ship and ended up in a storm. 

The reason you found me in the water was because I shielded them from a falling mast. 

I NEED to get back and let them know I'm alive!”

They probably thought I was dead! But on top of that they still had the mission to do! Ohh this was horrible!

“Calm down? You almost drowned!

Also we can try to figure out how to get you back to them a bit okay?

He was right, I still felt awful and couldn't even figure out why!

I let my head sink onto the wooden floor, still feeling incredibly off.

“Hey, what's your name anyway? I'm Ronan,  the bird legs up on the sails is Jamie, 

the blonde guy with the gills is Imik and the glass guy is Akeem”

Oh so that's what their names are.

“Im Donovan”

I didn't really feel up to chatting right now, I needed to get back to Robin and Rikaad!

Even worse was that this boat was a lot smaller than the Victory Rose so I only had enough space to maybe turn around.

Strangely enough the spot I was laying on had been reinforced somehow with what looked like steel plates.

Which reminded me, what exactly were these guys doing? 

I was on a random ship with strangers! 

“Hey uh, what exactly do you do? 

Like this doesn't look like a fishing vessel”

He seemed confused for a second.

“Hm? Oh well we kinda do different things here? I like researching biology! So I'm doing that! Imik is kinda a treasure hunter that raids sunken ships! Jamie just likes sitting up on the mast and watching the area!

As for Akeem, well he helps us out or just does nothing”

Aha, so not anything dangerous- wait did he say biology? He didn't plan on cutting me up right?

“Biology? Is that why you fished me out of the water?”

He nodded.

“Yeah! Not everyday something like you comes along! Also you clearly don't belong in the water anyway!

Though i wasn't aware you're sentient so sorry if i got too close beforehand! I just wanted to know why you have plants growing on you”

I sighed, all of this was way less than ideal.

But right now these guys where my only chance of help and i would try not to fuck it up.

“You're not the first to be curious about those, as long as you tell me what you're doing and don't rip any out you can look at them”

He nodded and pulled the magnifying glass out again, then froze.

“Does ripping them out hurt? Have some been ripped out in the past?”

The only instance I could think of was when Oakley ripped one out to test something, and yes that did hurt.

“Uh, well it's kinda like ripping out hair? I guess? I mean both are growing out of my skin”

My mind was still reeling a little bit and the weird feeling in my chest still hadn't dissipated.

Ugh, I wanted all of this to be over!

I wanted to go home and do dumb stuff with Robin!

I let my head sink on my arm, noticing that at least the bracelet was still there.

Ronan meanwhile was busy inspecting one of the daisies that grew on my shoulder.

“Hey, what the hell did you even do with the eel? I feel still awful”

He looked up.

“Huh? Well since you weren't responding to anything I thought you were dead, so I got the eel and uh, Made it shock you?”

“That's the solution you came up with? Really? There was no better idea? Because my chest feels funny and-”

It was then that i realized what the fuck had been bothering me.

My second heart, the one that didn't beat and just sat there in my chest like dead meat had begun to function.

What the fuck!? I didn't even know that was possible!

“Hey? You okay? You're spacing out! And what's with your chest? You said it felt funny, Maybe I can help?”

I snapped back from the really unusual revelation.

“Wh-? No, I'm fine now I think, figured it out, don't worry.

But I still need to get back! Ohh I hope nobody else went overboard! What if the ship sank?!!”

Ronan did his best to awkwardly comfort me.

“Uh well a bigger thing is more likely to be swept out so i'm sure everyone else is fine! As for the boat, how big was it?”

How big? Uhh.

“Like, five times bigger than this with three masts, it's named Victory Rose, have you ever seen it?”

He shook his head.

“But I think I know someone who mentioned it a few times!

As for getting you back, do you know where they wanted to go?”

Where did we want to go? Oh no, I should have paid more attention to the map and explanations!

“Uhh not really, we were going to the trader islands to kick some pirates and deserters of the Maringand army”

He looked deadpan at me.

"The trader islands are a big area of thousands of islands, Can you get any more specific?”

“No, i forgot to look at the map”

He looked at me with a face that clearly said, really? But brushed past it pretty quick.

“Okay so you don't know the destination for sure, can you at least tell me where you're from? Maybe we can bring you back there instead?”

Back to Kamerasca would already be great!

“Yeah! I'm from Kamerasca! Do you know where that is?”

“Uhh i have heard of it, the crab meat is supposed to be tasty! But I don't know where it is from the top of my head, I'd have to get a map!

Luckily I am sure I have one! And if not, I know where to get one!

We're done here anyway so back to base it is!”

He sprang up and climbed up the stairs to the elevated part of the front of the ship.

“IMUGI! TIME TO GO!”

Imugi? So there were five people on the ship?

Suddenly a big serpentine head with a bony beak emerged from the water and leaned over the railing in front of Ronan, close enough to snap him up.

Before I could even move it had tilted it’s head like an affectionate dog and Ronan began petting it.

What the fuck?

Weren't seamonsters dangerous? 

“You should've seen your face! Ahahahahahaha Imugi isn't dangerous you dumbass! She's a big softie!”

Came the mocking laugh of Jamie from the top of the sail.

Great, this would get incredibly stupid wouldn't it?

And they were still laughing at me until the crystal man whacked the wooden mast and shook the entire thing, making Jamie yelp and start cussing him out instead.

If I was to spend more than just a day on this ship I was bound to learn a lot of new curse words.

Ignoring whatever the hell those two were doing I turned my attention back to Ronan who was coddling the seamonster like a puppy.

The seamonster, Imugi? Made clicking and whistling noises in response and seemed to adore the attention.

I leaned my head a bit off of the ship to look at the thing a bit better.

It seemed to have some sort of flippers that looked like a mix between turtle flippers and dragon wings, it also had rounded spikes on its spine with one being way larger than the others and sticking out like the fin of a shark.

On top of that its head had a pale bony beak and something akin to thick fins at the back of its head.

Lastly it had some gills and the end of its tail also was a large fin.

Being honest it did look cool, But why was Ronan coddling it like a puppy?

He let go of its head and walked to the front of the ship out of my sight.

The seamonster made another whistle-click sound and slid off the side of the boat, steering towards the front where Ronan had gone.

These guys seemed to be friends with seamonster, who knew?

Well, at least Ronan was friends with it, but I would make damn sure to not fall in.

Well those guys were out of sight and Jamie was back up on the mast somehow, where the glass like man went I had no idea.

The only one still there was the blonde guy, Imik? And he was dragging what looked to be a really old and waterlogged crate from the crane socket down the stairs to the lower part of the deck.

Should I attempt smalltalk? I was kinda curious about the box now that I recalled Ronan saying this guy was diving for treasure regularly.

He also seemed to have trouble dragging it behind him, maybe i should offer to shove it closer to where he wants it with a paw?

“You uh, need help? I can shove the box for you a little?”

He stopped to stand up fully, stretching his back out.

“That would be nice! I wanted to bring this inside before imugi sticks her head into the crate and eats inedible stuff again, or a hundred year old veggie oil”

He seemed to shudder a little at the last part and I wondered what the hell was up with that sea monster.

Imik pointed to the door where he wanted the soggy crate to go and I carefully shoved it in that direction with a paw.

“Thanks! That probably spared me half the back pain haha!”

“Well, you said you'd help me as well so doing small things is the least i can do”

I also hoped they really would help me, After all, they didn't actually have any incentive to help me so I'd better stay on guard as soon as any sort of land to another ship was in sight.

I'd also better not shapeshift while here, who knows if they'd attempt to steal the bracelet, or what the biology guy would do if he found out.

A sudden tug went through the boat, and then another, making it go slowly forward despite there being no wind at all.

I looked confusedly to the front, Was the sea snake thing dragging the entire ship?

Imik seemed to see my confused gaze and confirmed my thought.

“Oh don't worry! That's just Imugi! She sometimes drags the boat when we can't catch a breeze! She's pretty strong, I have to say! Thanks again for helping! I'll bring this crate where it belongs now!”

He left and dragged the waterlogged crate down the stairs.

So the sea snake, Imugi, was really dragging the entire boat? Huh, I'd better not mess with that serpent then.

While not fast it WAS a steady force pulling the entire ship forward.

Suddenly the guy with the crystal-like skin appeared next to me, making me flinch.

“We must seem mad to you to have a sea serpent as part of our crew, but i assure you Imugi wont hurt you, the beak is for cracking seashells”

Cracking seashells? That didn't really make me feel better,  though why did they have a sea serpent in the first place?

“Hey why do you-”

He was gone again, having walked up the stairs to wherever Ronan had disappeared, leaving me alone again.

I laid my head down on my arm again and wished to be back home.

But right now I had no idea where I even was, not to mention that the double heartbeat still made me feel weird.

Probably for some time, so I'd just have to deal with it.

Ughhhhhhh, this was stupid! This was just supposed to be a simple mission to scare some deserter Maringand soldiers but nooooo of course a stupid storm had to happen!

“So uh, do you feel like you need medical attention?”

I looked to the source of the voice and saw Ronan again, When did he come down the stairs?

“I- uh, i don't think so? If anything, have you fixed too much? Kinda?”

He looked baffled.

“Fixed too much? WHAT do you mean by that?”

Ugh, slip of the tongue, and of course I'd tell it to the biology guy.

“Oh uh, well I have two hearts, but till now only one was working so I think the shock you gave me did something? I don't really mind but it's really weird, makes me feel nauseous”

He looked horrified for a single moment before catching himself.

“Two hearts!?! And only one was working? Ohh wait what if one of the hearts is like a safety backup? Or is that not normal for your kin? Is it a mutation?”

His questions came a mile a minute but i was luckily used to such already.

“Calm down, I can only answer one question at a time! But for the record yes only one was working and no i don't fucking know why i have it in the first place, But I'm not sure if it's a mutation, maybe? I'm really not sure”

I trailed off, I really didn't know, I'd never asked Oakley either because it just wasn't a problem.

“Huh, hey if I may ask, and I really don't wanna seem rude, but what are you? I've never even heard of anything matching your description”

Huh? Oh right, why would he know what I was? And of course the biology obsessed guy would ask.

“I'm what's called an Ardua, can I get a turn asking questions now?”

He laughed and then nodded.

“Of course! I'm really sorry if I ask too much but I'm really just curious!”

Well curiosity wasn't a bad thing in itself, but it could get dangerous.

“Well, uhh how come you guys just have a sea Serpent? Like, how come you managed to befriend it?”

His eyes lit up at the question, but before he could answer me he got bodied by Jamie again who dragged him to the back of the boat.

Great, so no answer for me then.

Why was he dragged to the back anyway? Was something wrong?

Hearing Jamie shout at him to go get seaweed out of the steering rudder I surmised it was nothing bad.

But I was kinda cheated from the answer.

“He found an egg on the beach when he was little”

I startled at the voice who had come out of nowhere and looking to my other side I saw Imik, who apparently was done with the crate for now.

“What? And he was allowed to keep it?”

Imik shrugged.

“Apparently it looked like a round and longish rock, how he knew it was an egg is beyond me.

And from what I heard the staff at the orphanage nearly got a heart attack when he walked out of his room one day and held a sea serpent over his head.

Must have looked so weird to anyone else, and he had to keep it as far away as possible or they would have killed her”

Orphanage? Wasn't he a bastard? Why was he allowed to-?

Oh right, not everyplace is as mean to Fae folk as Kamerasca was.

I kinda wished I could have had that too.

“So he just kept a sea serpent baby? What was he thinking?”

“I don't think he was, he's smart for sure, but uhh Ronan and consequences of his actions don't mix very well, its like he just can't perceive that doing something dangerous might get him hurt”

“So no wonder he tossed an electric eel at me”

I rolled my eyes, just my luck to end up with some weird maniacs.

“Well, I'm going to go help them detangle the rudder, after all I'm the only one with gills here! Aside from Imugi, but Imugi doesn't have hands”

He left to go help his crewmates, which did make me wonder who even the captain was here.

I let my head sink back onto my fuzzy arms again, I wanted home!

This wasn't fair! It has just been getting better for me!

And I missed my friends! All of them! Robin, Arthur, Rikaad and Oakley! Even the cat Gloxinia!

But nooo, I was stuck on a small boat with strangers and didn't even know how to get back to Kamerasca!

This was just stupid! This was supposed to be a simple trip to scare some deserters of the Maringand army but I ended up who the hell even knew where!

I continued to lay there until they managed to remove the seaweed stuck in the rudder and resume the journey.

Ronan immediately ran to the front again to chatter at Imugi while the others did who even knew what until it got dark.

At some point Imik handed out sandwiches.

I got offered one as well but declined, I didn't need it anyway, and who knew what they put in it?

Then they went to sleep, all of them going into the boat itself except for Jamie who climbed up the mast to the weather thing on the boat, what was it called? Crows nest?

Whatever really, it was dark, it was late and even the sea serpent had gone to sleep due to being tired so we had to anchor as she slept on the bottom of the ocean.

Ughhhh…..

Maybe I should just sleep as well? Nothing else to do really.

But i didn't have the medicine Oakley gave me, but with how stressful everything had been and how confused i was, I doubted I would have a hard time sleeping.

Also i was pretty sure if i fell into the water i would know.

Resting my head on my arms as a cushion against the floor I slowly fell asleep as well, if a bit uneasy.

I was woken up some time later by something that felt like a kick from a chicken.

Opening my eyes blearily i could see Jamie standing there.

Why? Did they like to kick people for fun?

“Whuh? Why'd you wake me?”

I asked them confusedly and they made a rather deadpan face to that question.

"You were whimpering like a kicked dog!  I woke you up before you started howling like one as well and woke everyone up!"

Oh, so i had bad dreams again, not that i remembered it this time.

“Sorry, i'll try to be quiet, you can go back to sleep, i'll just stay awake till tomorrow or something”

They made a face that clearly conveyed the words ‘what the fuck’ and walked around my arm, claws tapping on the ground.

“What the hell dude? I admit I don't know what's going on but you sounded like you were tortured or something, are you okay?”

Their voice was gruff and somehow reminded me of a puffed up and angry chicken.

“Im fine now, just not so pleasant memories i guess, don't worry about it”

They made a face that didn't look like they believed me.

“Suure, but if you whimper like a kicked stray dog it don't seem like it”

Whatever, why did they care anyway? 

Didn't they bitch to Ronan about me being on the ship?

“I'm not gonna tell my story to a bunch of strangers, but I can assure you as soon as I get back home I'll be fine!”

They did not look convinced but thankfully let it drop.

“If you say so, i'm going back to sleep, if you start whining in your sleep again i'm going to kick your snout”

They climbed back up the mast with those words.

What a weird person, and they were still wearing the sweater.

Though I had to admit climbing the mast with sweater paws was impressive.

After an unhappy glare from them they settled down in their nest thing and out of sight.

Ughhh, I wanted to go home! Or at least back on the Victory Rose where I had more space and could shift without having to worry about my bracelet getting stolen!

I wanted my friends! I wanted to lazily doze on my favorite rock and lay in the sun! I Wanted to hear Robin Rambling about plants! Or Arthur complaining that Nea hit him again! I even missed the cat Gloxinia!

But I was stuck here, swimming was definitely not an option, I'd drown before I would get near land.

I let my head sink back onto my arm heavily and closed my eyes again, hoping that this time I wouldn't have some vague nightmares, if only just so Jamie wouldn't kick me for it.

The next time I woke up it was to a surprising and somewhat painful  pinch in one of my ears.

Startled awake I shook my head like a dog to get rid of whatever that was only to hear some expletives followed by a splash.

Looking around my memory came back to me, 

right, not the Victory Rose and not my friends.

Wait-

FUCK! I looked over my shoulder to see who had landed in the water and saw someone in a now soggy blue sweater tread water and curse loudly.

Oh fuck i had flung Jamie into the water! 

Now they surely wouldn't help me anymore! 

The sound of footsteps drew my attention and I saw Imik run down the stairs and trip only to be caught by the scruff by the crystal man- Akeem.

They both looked over the railing where Jamie was in the water, and they started laughing!

Imik leaned far over the railing to call out to the soggy looking Jamie.

“JAMIE! I told you not to do that! Be glad you landed in the water and not on the hard deck! What were you thinking pinching his ear with your claws like that?! This time I'm not going to help you get out! You can wait for Imugi to wake up!”

Wait, they were not angry at me? What? I had just flung one of them into the water! And they were laughing?

I doubted I'd get what the hell was going on here but at least they didn't seem to be upset, at least Imik wasn't, with Akeem it was hard to tell considering his face seemed to be made of actual obsidian.

They also made no move to get the chicken legged menace out of the water and back on the boat.

Oh right, Imik did say they could wait for the sea serpent to wake up for help.

Also they were now shouting profanities at each other which I blended mostly out.

Turning my head the other way, I came face to face with Akeem and froze.

He looked, well, stone faced but not mean or anything.

“Did Jamie puncture anything? I am well aware that those claws can be rather sharp, i have held as a whetstone for that often enough”

There was just the tiniest smidge of amusement in his voice at the last part and i wondered what the fuck i had stumbled into here.

I started to question if I HAD died and this was some sort of Limbo.

Forever stuck on a small boat with weird strangers.

I also did feel my ear to see if anything was bleeding which luckily wasn't the case.

“Uh, no i'm fine, just startled, sorry for flinging Jamie off the boat i didn't know what the hell was going for a minute”

“Its fine, we are used to such antics and this is nothing new, though one of the funnier ones, at least for the onlookers i suppose”

Well, I could see how it could be funny to see someone flung into the water like that, but I was mainly glad nobody was mad at me.

“I- I guess? But why my ears? One already got a small scratch i don't want more”

He just shrugged and then left to the front of the boat where I was pretty sure Ronan hung out with his serpent.

Yup, i was right in that one as i looked at the water again and he was sitting right there on top of the sea snake, holding out a hand for Jamie to climb with him on the head.

Imugi lifted her head way out of the water and set them on the deck near me and now that they were out of the water Jamie's sweater clung comically to them and made them look like a soggy chicken.

Imugi made a lot of whistle and click sounds before swimming in a circle and then coming up to the side to lay her head on the boat.

Her head was about as big as mine,  maybe longer though and had frills, all in all she was about my size but a good bit longer thanks to the tail and fins.

Her bony beak poked at me and I froze, The thing looked sharp and I wasn't keen on getting bitten.

Luckily that wasn't the case as she only sniffed at my fur a little before making more clicking sounds that reminded me of an excited child squealing.

“Awww, she likes you! How nice! If you're careful you can give her a pat!” Ronan seemed more enthusiastic than me but I figured this would be my only chance in life to pet a sea serpent.

That would be quite the tale! Petting a sea monster like a puppy!

I carefully extended my paw and brushed it over her damp head, It was strangely smooth!

She made more happy clicks and whistles and ‘gummed’ on my fur without actually breaking any of the hairs or plants.

Well, as a sea creature she probably hasn't had contact with such things.

“YO! Who wants a sandwich? I got some! Also we need to get more bread, The one we had is now soggy!”

My head swiveled to the source of the voice and saw Jamie, still in the wet sweater, holding a basket with weirdly cut bread pieces and some things like jam.

Also half the bread was soaked in saltwater that dripped from the sweater.

Yeah, I'd decline again.

“Uhh, no thanks, not really a fan of soggy bread”

They shrugged and bit into their own, very soggy, bread.

At least it wasn't moldy but I started to doubt that any of these guys could cook or do anything more than a sandwich in the kitchen.

I was now Really glad I didn't need to eat.

There was a wet slap and a dead fish landed right next to my arm.

Startled, I drew the limb closer to myself and stared at the lifeless fish.

There were whistling and clicking sounds coming from Imugi who I realized was the one that had thrown the fish.

“Uh, why'd Imugi toss that at me?”

I pointed at the fish with a claw.

Suddenly Jamie started choking on a bit of sandwich between laughter and even Imik tried to hold back his giggling while Ronan Keeled over and almost lost his breath.

The only one not laughing was Akeem but even he had an amused smile on his face.

“What? What's so funny about your seamonster trying to slap me with a fish?”

Ronan was still laughing while Imik tried to stop Jamie from choking to death.

“She likes you! And if you don't eat the fish she’ll be offended and sad!”

Eat the fish? And that raw?

I started debating if I really couldn't just swim to land.

“I- do i HAVE to? That's raw! And don't fish have those weird bones in them? Also I'm not keen on having to eat raw fish generally!”

I stared at the lifeless fish, its eyes already starting to get milky and glassy, not the most appetizing thing.

Then I glanced over to Imugi who watched with such a happy and trusting face that I couldn't really say no, Besides, I wasn't about to jeopardize my only source of help.

“Are you SURE that I have to eat it?”

I really hoped they were joking but I only got a nod in return and with the way Imugi was looking at me there really was no way to avoid this.

I sighed and skewered the floppy thing on a claw, 

wanting to just get it over with.

I shoved it into my mouth and tried my best not to gag at the taste and texture, swallowing it instead.

I nearly choked as my body tried to send it instinctually to the pouch as it was larger and more awkwardly shaped than a normal bite of food. 

I managed though, and sincerely hoped Imugi wouldn't bring me another one.

They all laughed at the face I made but at least the sea serpent was happy and not about to drag me into the water for offending her.

“Urk, glad to know im the source of your amusement” I told the laughing bunch snarkily, that had been really unpleasant.

Fuck, i bet Robin and Rikaad didn't have to do such stuff.

I did wonder what they were doing though, did they think i was dead? 

Or maybe the boat capsized later in the storm?

Oh no, I hoped not, but even so without the biggest sail they wouldn't be fast anymore.

“What's got you so down suddenly big guy?” A voice to my side asked me and I turned my head around to see Ronan standing there.

I let my head sink onto my paws again with a sigh.

“...I miss my friends, and I'm worrying! The ship is damaged now and what if the storm destroyed it?”

“How big was the boat? Like, if it was just twice the size of ours it's very likely that they're okay! And if it's even bigger than that then even more so!

Bigger boats don't topple over as fast as small boats, so if your ship was big then I'd say they should be okay!”

I glanced over at him while Jamie and Imik put the rest of the soggy sandwiches away.

“You think so? I hope you're right”

He nodded and I let my head sink onto my paws again.

I hoped they were doing okay, especially Robin and Rikaad, the two had probably seen in full view how i fell off.

NEXT / PREVIOUS / OVERSIGHT