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Warden’s Mistake

basically, one day many months back i went into a mad haze and did a lot of medical research. as i do. and then i thought too much about ‘taurs.

PLEASE keep in mind the below tws, i pulled a few punches but its still a pretty grim scene.

tws for medical equipment, unwilling hard vore, strangulation, mentions of digestion

oh and i didnt actually finish it. sorry.

The Warden is busy. The Warden cannot take visitors to the Vault.

The Warden has much work to catch up on. He cannot entertain guests, and the prisoners will not be seen at this time. He is the authority in this prison, and will not be undermined.

The Warden had… made a mistake. And is working diligently to fix it. Please do not worry, the safety and containment of the prisoners is not at risk due to this mistake. But there will be no visitors.

The Warden will not divulge as to the increase in orders of regeneration potions and will thank you for honoring his privacy in this manner. The Warden will thank you for not inquiring as to the parenteral medical structures that have been ordered and shipped into the depths of the Vault.

Thank you.

...

He is so heavy-feeling these days. It’s so hard to focus on the paperwork in front of him, to focus on the tiny threading needles that he’s been trying so hard to figure out properly, to feel anything except the flailing inside of him that would just not stop moving.

Sam leaned heavily on his desk, front hooves arranged as comfortably as he could make them under him, and pressed his forehead against the platform with a groan. His hind-stomach whined in agreement, and he clenched it tightly. One of the prisoners stopped moving, and jabbed him in the side where it was quickly growing tender.

“Gonna have to spit me out sometime, Warden! Looks like you can’t go on much longer like this!” he called mockingly, clear in Sam’s ears from the vibration sent up his bones. He grit his teeth.

“I’m working on it,” he eventually said, hissing out a breath as the other prisoner twitched and pressed an elbow up against his diaphragm.

“Like you’re working on getting me out, right?” he asked. His voice was high and reedy, but at least he had stopped screaming from the experience. Was that a good thing? He decided it was a good thing.

“Yes, Tommy, I’m getting to it.” He didn’t want to really go into much detail about it, given the fact that by the very nature of all of this, he cannot keep a secret from the prisoner that he wanted to stay in.

He tried to go back to fiddling with the Y-connector valve that was supposed to be attached into his vein. How he would be able to do that single-handed, he didn’t know yet. But that’s what he needed to figure out. Maybe he could do it along one of his front legs, so he could have access with both hands. It would be much preferable if it was closer to his heart, but he couldn’t afford to accidentally injure himself so severely. And like hell was he going to suck up his pride and ask Ponk to lend a medically-trained hand with this.

No. Best to find ways that never ever involve him again. He’ll figure this out himself.

He shifted slightly to lean some weight forward more, feeling the nauseous sensation of two bodies leaning forward as well, throwing him off-balance.

His stomach rumbled again, slow and angry now. He sent it a silent curse, and told himself that all he had to do was finish setting up the intravenous drip and it would be all fine. Keep himself tense enough to not let the prisoners slip into his hind stomach, get the drip flowing, and he won’t need to deal with the hunger any longer. It’ll be fine.

Then at long last he’ll be able to focus long enough to figure out how to get Tommy out. Nothing surgical, he can’t do that while still awake and the other prisoner could get out during the incision. Could he drop one of the prisoners into his hind stomach and attempt to regurgitate the other? No, he cannot guarantee the safety of the other, he wasn’t that good.

He was idly thinking about maybe using a line of thread or drinking something that would only affect one of the prisoners as he pushed himself onto four feet, leaning backwards with the extra weight. What would work?

Tommy yelped and the other prisoner thrashed and pushed himself away in that movement, snarling animalistically. He hissed low under his breath in half-hearted retaliation, but to be honest he barely listened to half the things the prisoners said. Even with their words vibrating directly into his inner ear, his head was too full of other things. He needed to work better.

He adjusted the hanging stand of nutrient solution slash regeneration potion where it stood near his desk, and paused for a second. Would it be ok if he just…

In a moment of weakness, he took a bottle of the excess slurry and sipped from it, and his mouth positively shouted with delight for something, anything, to salivate over. It tasted horrible, but that didn’t matter.

Then he heard twin shrieks of horror and disgust, and realized why he shouldn’t have done that. Not only was it unsanitary, it would probably mostly soak into their skins and clothes, and now he would get so little from it.

For the first couple of hours he had considered quite seriously the possibility of installing some gastric tube to transport some golden carrot mush or something that could feed the prisoners, though eventually vetoed that idea when he remembered that he had done this in the first place to ensure he was still fully functional, while able to keep an eye on the prisoners every moment. A gastric tube would definitely prevent that.

Well. It had been intended to be prisoner, singular. He wasn’t happy with what had happened - the prisoner’s desperate grab for Tommy, his distraction at just the wrong moment, and now they were stuck together and he couldn’t figure out how to get them apart from one another! His bruised organs could barely tell the difference between the two shapes anymore at this point - there was no way he could even choose which one to spit up.

He was positively drooling, holding the bottle of unappetizing pink gunk, and with a sigh he put it down and focused his attention towards the prisoners in his fore-gut. Tommy was screeching and, he could feel, desperately wiping himself down. The prisoner was hissing and trying to push himself further away. “What even was that!” He exclaimed with fury.

Abruptly, like a weight crashing down over him, Sam was just so tired of all of this. He needed to fix his hunger situation, then he needed to fix the Tommy situation, then he needed to fix the situation with the maximum security vault that required this in the first place, and then he needed to… he needed to…

He was back down on his haunches again, blinking blearily. “Potion. Nutrients. ‘S for me.” He said. Belatedly, way too late to be any good, he remembered that some potions had a mild sedative effect, and that he had been up almost a day and a half now. He’ll have to remem’er that for when he installs the drip, prolly add some caffeine or som’n…

Sam stretched out on the dark floor, carefully adjusting his fore-gut so he wouldn’t be leaning on it , fluffed up his fur in a yawn, and fell immediately into a sleep. Not even the desperate thrashing of the prisoners could rouse him.

...

Dream was bored and miserable and angry. No amount of fighting and pushing on Sam’s stomach all around him could dispel the angry energy, the springiness just made him even more riled up. It was dark and dank and too warm and smelled vaguely of something rotten and Tommy was shoving a knee too close to him AGAIN.

The muscles around them had gone slack. It wasn't rigid under his palms anymore, and there was a slow rise and fall of breathing near him that meant the Warden was asleep. Which meant this was his best chance of getting out of here. Or at least, getting some revenge for being shoved up again Tommy Innit for a whole day at this point.

Tommy had curled up against one of the sides at this point, leaning his head on the pinched closed portion of the stomach, where it led to… wherever else in Sam’s body. Dream didn’t know nor care about creeper anatomy. Though, if he were to guess, since he and Tommy weren’t rotting in a pool of acid here, that was probably where it actually all happened.

A thought occurred to Dream, in a flash of insight. He still had the book stashed in the depths of his inventory, and if he played his cards right he might get a little more comfort in here and an easy way to make sure he could get Tommy where he wanted him.

He thought for a moment, then jabbed an elbow as hard as he could into Sam’s side. The creeper’s breathing barely shifted. Good. He was well and truly asleep.

It wasn’t premeditated first-degree murder if you plan on bringing him back afterward? It’s more like… safekeeping. That sounded better. Tommy put up a fierce fight when he sprang for him, screaming and pounding on the walls around him like Sam would even be able to do anything to help him in this scenario awake, though that quickly died off when Dream’s hands were firmly around his neck. It was almost disappointingly easy, though he supposed that he had desperation on his side, and weakness from hunger on Tommy’s.

And then Tommy Innit was dead. Dream… Was a little surprised he got this far. Now he just had to… Ah, yes.

(It turns out it is a lot harder to remove body parts when your only weapons are your hands, and your only surface for leverage is the soft smooth muscle of a stomach. It was messy, and definitely more than a little traumatizing, but well. Dream had absolutely nothing better to do with his time than try to figure out how to break open a man’s chest and pull out their heart bare-handed.

I spare ye the details.)

With the heart placed reverently in his inventory (it needed to stay safe. This was the entirety of Tommy that he had left, that he could use to bring him back. He may be unto a god, but he wasn’t about to go throwing away his guaranteed form of resurrection with something so precious as Tommy’s life. Better to be safe.) he scooted uncomfortably around the body towards the sphincter. In the blood that had dripped into the floor and Sam’s continued sleep, it had relaxed a lot. With a shove, he pushed a hand through, and could feel even hotter air on the other side. A whiff of bile hit him, and he coughed. Well, it shouldn’t be too hard to get Tommy through, it was made for this after all.

At the low angle that Sam had rested his stomach at, it was easy to leverage the corpse up and through the sphincter, where he heard a distant splash. He turned away. Au revoir, third-life body. But not forever.

The space now felt almost mansion-like in its expansiveness. All of this, all for him. At last.

Dream stretched out, cracking his back as he went, and tried not to imagine the rending of flesh from bone happening inches from him.

The eager growl of the warden’s second stomach didn’t let him forget for a moment what he did. Despite this, he fell asleep satisfied.

…

Maybe the rest was a better idea than he thought. When Sam awoke, he felt a second wind. Things always seemed a little better in the morning, with a little caffeine - no wait, never mind, no caffeine. Not yet at least.

He even didn't feel as ruthlessly hungry as before, which was a relief. Maybe his body would finally stop reminding him of it every five seconds now, so he could get back to working on what he needed to get done.

As he pushed himself to his feet and clenched up his gut to check on the prisoners, he wondered idly if he had gotten used to the weight of the two of them. He felt that his center of gravity had shifted backwards again a little bit, so maybe he’s just adjusted to it now. That would be handy.

His brain, still waking up, almost didn’t catch what the muscles in his stomach did. Something was wrong. Something was different from when he went to sleep.

He wasn’t ‘getting used to’ the weight. There was less weight. He could only feel one prisoner now.

A growl turned into a hiss deep in his throat, and he could feel the spines on the back of his neck standing up on end where the patches of gunpowder should have been. “Prisoner!” He barked, and was rewarded with a jump from whoever was still in him. (He had a - ha - gut feeling. But please let it not be.) “Identify yourself!”

There was a long moment of silence, then two, then. “Surprised you couldn’t tell, Warden. Can’t even keep an eye on your prisoners when they are quite literally right under your nose.”

It was the prisoner. “Where is Tommy.” He hissed, reaching for a weapon that he knows he can’t use.

The prisoner laughed, and Sam was definitely seeing red now.

(ran out of ideas from here. sam feels Quite guilty for having accidentally killed a prisoner like that. or.. he supposes, accidentally disposing of a body.)

#hard vore #my fics #beta fic #sorry im tired today. its not much but its honest work etc #i dont think about what medical structures need to be put in place to allow for long term nomming often #but it is an oddly specific thing for me to think of multiple times at all #isnt it #ah well. im the medical/bio guy #guess its expected of me #mcyt vore

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petite-phthora · 9 months

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This yours?

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first... murder? - part 12]

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Part 1

Ao3

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Somewhere else, in a seemingly abandoned building on the outskirts of the city, a figure shrouded in darkness and wearing a dark cloak plots.

In front of them is a whiteboard. It’s covered in pictures, sticky notes, and illegible texts. Some of the notes thrown about that are legible are ‘fight…’, ‘draw blood.’, and ‘DEATH!!!’.

There’s a crude stick figure drawn in the corner of the board, it’s impaled. Other small doodles can also be found all around the board.

Most of the information and pictures are connected by red strings, like you see in movies.

In the middle is a picture of 2 people sitting on a motorcycle, the arms of the person sitting in the back are around the waist of the person sitting in the front. The picture has some arrows pointing towards it and the people in the picture are very obviously circled.

Though the face of the person driving the motorcycle is obscured by their helmet, the other person seems to be heavily blushing and grinning broadly.

“Yes… yes! That’s it! I know what to do…” They seem to be speaking to themselves.

Quickly, the person scribbles down a barely legible ‘sacrifice!!‘.

They start cackling.

“Mwuahaha!”

It’s an evil laugh they’ve been working on for quite a while now, and they’re pretty proud of it.

However, the effect is slightly ruined when a fly enters their mouth, cutting off their cackling with choking as they gasp for air, grasping at their throat.

A few good thumps against their chest, with some coughing out their lungs, helps them dislodge the fly from their throat and they spit it out on the ground. They take a few deep breaths before straightening up again.

“Curse you” the person exclaims, angrily waving their fist at the fly as it flies away.

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Bruce’s face gives off nothing as he stares at the streets down below. He’s dressed as Batman, crouched at the edge of a building with Damian by his side as Robin. Spoiler, Black Bat, Nightwing, and Red Robin are further back on the rooftop.

They watch in silence as another group of the Joker’s goons passes by. They’ve been all over the city, wandering around, not doing anything obviously illegal.

They don’t stay in one place and they don’t seem to have much of a purpose. No attacks… No stealing… No smuggling or transport of goods… No, instead they’re inspecting every single inch of the city.

They don’t seem to have any weapons on them. All they’re carrying on them are some flashlights. While most don’t give anything away with their body language or expressions, some seem to give off a bit of anxious energy.

Spoiler claimed she even saw some of them climb down into the sewers earlier and then climbing out again sometime later somewhere else, but this time ‘dejected and stinky’.

One thing seems clear to the Bats.

They’re searching for something… or someone.

“This basically confirms that not even the Joker’s henchmen know where he is. He’s missing.”

“I’m not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing”

“Good… thing?”

“It’s… something. That’s for sure.”

“We don’t know if he’s really missing. For all we know it could be a trap. What if the Joker is hiding, pretending to be missing to have us bring our guard down? Besides, how could he be missing? He’s the Joker. No one’s just gonna kidnap him”

“For all we know he could be lying dead in a ditch somewhere”

“I highly doubt that”

“Everyone, focus” Bruce speaks up, having them draw their attention to him.

“It’s unclear whether the Joker is simply hiding away or missing. Instead of focusing on the why, we need to focus on the where. Missing or not, we need to find him and get him back to Arkham. Oracle, have you managed to find out anything from the footage yet?”

“Nope, still nothing. All the files from the moment he enters Crime Alley are wiped and any attempt at recovering them only brings back corrupted files.”

“We need Red Hood. Where is he?” Bruce asks.

“He still has his phone on silent and he has removed the trackers and cams. We haven’t placed any new ones on him yet”

“Let’s visit him on his turf then. And keep an eye out for anything suspicious in the meantime. Oracle, try recovering the missing files. If that doesn’t work, go back to the breakout footage. Perhaps he left some kind of clues about his plans or whereabouts behind there.” Bruce states.

“Roger that.”

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Red Hood has his arms by his sides as he gazes down upon the street below from the rooftop of a random apartment building in Crime Alley.

He’s lucky to have avoided the Bats so far. But he doubts his luck will last for long.

Red Hood stiffens as he suddenly feels something clamp down on his arm. As a reflex, his other hand has already drawn his gun.

He slowly raises the arm he felt something clamp down on and looks at it, only to make eye contact with a girl with black hair and blue eyes who has sunk her teeth into his arm and is now hanging off of it.

The teeth are sharp, as the girl seems to have some small fangs. They’ve gone through his jacket and sunken into his skin.

It doesn’t really hurt all that badly though, probably hasn’t even drawn much blood, and that’s one of the only reasons Jason hasn’t flung the kid off of him yet. Another reason is the fact that it’s a kid.

They both stare at each other for several seconds.

As Jason takes her appearance in, he notices that she seems rather familiar. In fact, she looks like a more feminine version of Danny, or if Danny had a twin.

The person hanging off of his arm looks younger than Danny though, probably a teenager around 13 or 14, if he had to make a guess.

Slowly, he puts his gun away and takes out his phone with his other hand, watching the random girl’s eyes follow his movements. He raises it level with her face and snaps a picture, quickly sending it to Danny and ignoring the girl’s curious gaze while she’s still hanging onto his arm by her fucking teeth.

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Meanwhile, Danny checks his phone to see Red Hood sent him a message. He opens it and is greeted by a picture of Ellie in human form biting down on Red Hood’s arm with the caption ‘this yours???’

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#dp x dc #dp x dc fic #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #dead on main #dead on main ship #Im wondering how easy/hard it is to guess who the person is #and also yes its supposed to have stereotypically comedic 'evil'/'villain' vibes #the person did that on purpose because they are dramatic and have style #also i aged ellie down a little from how old she *should* be cause i felt like it fit better #If you need a reason maybe she like ages a little bit slower due to being a clone or something idk #oh and i have a question for you all #should i make a masterpost??#i have like the very first chapter pinned but i feel like a masterpost might be better #especially cause like i already have 12 chapters and the story is only getting longer #damn this story has gone further than expected from a oneshot lol #it all started with me just tinking it'd be funny if like #a character was basically in shock but was still like nah I cant just kiss someone without consent lol #also I said id post like 5-6 chapters and this is still only like 6k :( i really need to write more ;-;#and also if y'all haven't noticed already #all I know of dc is through fanfics and fandom posts #though I really want to start reading the comics #i just haven't really had the time nor do I really know what's good and where to start #so like if anyone has any recommendations for dc/batfam comics they are more than welcome!! ^-^

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