#witch pred

[lovelymlem]

Witch/Wizard Preds are literally the coolest.

Ya wanna be smol? Poof, smol. You wanna be a birdie? Poof. Birdie.

You wanna get eaten? TELEPORTATION. (Or just turning you into a piece of candy, which ever you prefer-)

They can become naga, mermaid, anything they wish with just a word or a flask. Like- oh? What's that? We have to travel via ocean but we don't have a boat? Hop on in, I'm becoming a FRIGGING SUBMARINE MATE.

[teal-fiend]

puts u in the cauldron

[nom-central]

A bunch of fairies healing a sick pred from within?

The Enigmawood was a sprawling forest filled with magic, mystery, and all manner of strange and unknown creatures. People rarely ventured to it, as those who wandered too deep never returned, and most settlements didn't put themselves too close to it out of superstition and fear.

Arice was currently regretting her decision to live right at its borders, with the closest town a few hours away. Much to her dismay, even the most cautious of witches get sick every once in a while!

She could easily whip up medicine for herself, but her illness sapped the strength from her body and left her unwilling to move. She laid in bed feeling feverish, drained, and too uncomfortable to sleep...maybe her pride had gotten the better of her in choosing to live here, but the benefits usually outweighed the drawbacks. Unable to continue her research in this state, she opted to stay put and conserve her energy until she could get up and mix medicine for herself. If only a breeze would blow through her window, it'd offer some relief from the heat she felt...

"Arice~!"

"Miss Silverwood?"

"Lady Ariceeee! We're here to play!"

What blew through was not a breeze, but a dusting of fairies. She knew them all- they were the first beings she befriended after moving here, and it turned out that the fairy population of the Enigmawood was largely friendly. They enjoyed hearing tales of the world outside, and they helped her find useful herbs in return for the time she spent with them. But today the witch was in no condition to entertain them as they fluttered in, all crowding around her face. She groaned quietly, not even opening her eyes to look at them.

"Miss...? You're all red like a ripe berry!" A fairy chirped, moving to touch her face and quickly drawing away from how warm it was. "Farro..." She mumbled, gently brushing the fairy away. "I can't play today, I'm sorry...I've gotten sick. I don't have the strength to..." Their normally bright glow dimmed, and they turned to the others for help.

"Sick...that's bad, right?" "Duh, Bellflower! This happens to humans a lot! They can die if they don't get better!" Tiny gasps fill the air. "H-how can we help! Do the Grandfae know anything about humans...?" The fairies tittered among themselves. Arice found the gesture sweet, but it was just a nasty cold. She wouldn't die, but it's not like she could bother to explain...the fairy dust that drifted from their wings felt nice and cool on her skin, so she wasn't about to complain.

"Hey, why don't we use magic? We can make it go away, I'm sure!" Farrow exclaimed, their glow brightening up. "We're so small, though...how's that going to change anything?" There was a few moments of silence before Arice could faintly pick out some tiny whispers. They were too small to really make out, but one of them finally spoke up and got her attention. "Lady Arice! We're going to use some magic on you, okay? Don't panic, it'll be safe!"

"Freak out...?"

Her questioning provided Farro with the perfect opportunity to leap into her mouth! Arice's eyes snapped open all of a sudden, shocked by the fairy's quick movement. Too stunned to spit them out, they wriggled to the back of her throat, triggering her body's response to swallow. Farro easily slid down her gullet, with a cooling sensation making their descent felt. "Wh- what are you all doing...?" It was enough to shock her hazy mind, but it was too late for her to try and spit them out now. "My turn~ Think of this as a favor, miss!"

Bellflower was next, wriggling in with a bit of effort. She had a more sweet flavor compared to Farro, but...was she really considering the flavor of her fairy friends? She was too weak to really resist being fed like this, so it didn't take long for the next one to be sent down with a thick gulp. That left Thistle, the largest of the group, almost shyly rubbing their arm. "I think Farro's idea was kind of dumb...but we do want to help you. We'll be alright, so don't worry."

They waited patiently, waiting for Arice to open her mouth, and after a few moments she did. The fairies in her stomach seemed to be doing something, as a cool and almost tingly sensation spread through her body. Maybe this was the magic they planned on using? Whatever it was, it was chasing away her fever...so she felt she could trust this plan of theirs. Allowing Thistle to crawl inside, they were a lot more careful than the others with feeding themselves to her. They waited until she was ready, letting her take a few swallows to work them down her throat.

Arice felt full. Looking down, she could see a faint glow coming from her stomach. The magic only grew stronger as the last fairy filled her stomach, making her finally feel relaxed and comfortable. She didn't need to worry about eating for now, either...she swore she could hear one of their voices asking for her, but now with a full belly her fatigue was hitting her full force. She'll have to thank them properly...after this long-awaited nap.

[naszircrock4]

Jasminka By Green_Glutton

[thealmightyemprex]

Old Mama Aleric is a dragonesses witch who seduces and consumes dragons and dragonesses

@ariel-seagull-wings @themousefromfantasyland @theancientvaleofsoulmaking

[97keanu]

*˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳Red denotes smut!

John Wick

Shotgunning a Cigarette with Young!JW

Jealousy (JW is jealous of you and the garden boy)

Mob boss!JW x Wife!Reader

Bubble bath with JW

John Wick + Russian pet names/dirty talk

Kevin Lomax

Kevin x Secretary!Reader 1, 2

Demonic!Kevin x Angelic/Intern!Reader

Kevin x Wife!Reader Imagine

Demon!Kevin x Intern!Reader

Neo

Digital Angel (Neo x Goth/Hacker!Reader) 1, 2, 3

Stalker!Neo x Reader 1

Pred!Neo x Prey!Reader

Constantine

See Halloween 2023 section

Jonathan Harker

See Halloween 2023 section

Ted Logan

Dating Ted Imagine

Boyfriend!Ted x Virgin!Reader

Evil!Ted Logan

Evil!Ted x Reader Imagine

Rupert Marshetta

Rupert x Reader

Rupert x New Girl!Reader

Dave Lizewski

Dave x Goth!Reader Saga: 1, 2, 3, 4

Dave x Demonic!Reader(Jennifer's Body AU) 1, 2, 3

Dave x Popular!Reader imagine

Halloween 2023

Neo x Goth(?)!Reader

Halloween Couples Costume in the Keanuverse

Vampire!Jonathan Harker Imagine

Witchhunter!Constantine x Witch!Reader Imagine

You and boyfriend!Ted attend a 90s Halloween party

Vampire!John Wick x Slayer!Reader imagines

Vampire!John Wick x Innocent!Reader (Dark Fic)

Dave Lizewski x Succubi!Reader

Dave Lizewski x Vampire!Reader

Winter 2023

Dave Lizewski x Reader cyber smut

Bill and Ted x high!reader

Updated as of 11/28/23

[lesbianoms]

The witch lived a fifteen minute walk outside of town.  You’d always had a bit of a crush on her, ever since you were 12 and she was 17.  She’d never even glanced your way.

Her eyes were always on the various preds when she wandered into town, her eyes warry and ready for a fight.  It was odd for a prey to not want to be eaten, even stranger to manage it for so long, but you guessed being a witch and having magic helped with that.

Besides, no pred in town bothered trying to eat her anymore after the first dozen or so disappeared.

But obviously she was a prey, she was small and skinny, she couldn’t keep any meat on her bones no matter how much she tried.  You’d heard her complain about it before, in the market asking stall owners how much they had in stock of various foods.  She ate like a predator, but everyone knew she was prey.

You wished she wasn’t, because you knew you’d never be happy in a relationship with another prey, oh sure you’d love them to pieces!  But that urge to be swallowed whole by someone you loved would never leave you…  So dating a prey who didn’t want to be eaten?  Wouldn’t be very fun for you.

The witch was 5 foot 3 inches, within the normal range of height for women, even if she seemed bitter about it sometimes, as it was on the lower end.  The witch was skinny, but not like a twig, more lithe like a swimmer, she had bright eyes and a hesitant smile.

She liked talking to kids who hadn’t become predator or prey yet, she’d show them magic and play games with them when other adults refused to take them seriously.

This did not help your crush on her.

And then one day you decided to talk to her, maybe you could handle your crush by becoming friends with her?

You offered to help her carry her groceries back to her cottage, and the witch had accepted with a smile and a blush.

Maybe your crush wasn’t hopeless— NO!  You WEREN’T going to date another prey, you’d tried before!

And then the pred appeared from down the path, he was tall, almost 6ft, and his eyes locked onto you and the witch.

The witch seemed unbothered even as the pred started gloating about how he’d just stumbled across dinner.  He was clearly from out of town.

And then the witch punched him, he doubled over in surprise, that was all she needed before she opened her mouth and stuffed him in.  You watched the witch swallow quickly, she clearly wanted to savor the moment but was doing it fast so that he didn’t have a chance to escape and eat you.

When the witch was done her belly was so incredibly swollen that her balance was off, she swayed from side to side before she got used to it.

“I know everyone thinks I’m a prey because I’m short and I can’t keep any weight on me,” the witch mumbled, sounding embarrassed, “And I know you only wanted to hang out with me because you thought I was safe…  But I’m a pred.”

You look at the witch, she’s so embarrassed, and she seems… sad.

“You can leave if you want.” the witch offered quietly.

Silently you pick up the groceries and keep walking towards your witch’s home.

Her eyes go wide and she stumbles after you.

Your witch.  Huh.

…

Over the next few weeks your crush on your witch grows until you can’t honestly call it a crush anymore, your witch gives you gifts and smiles at you and eats any pred that tries to stuff you away.

Eventually you stay the night at her place, you wake up in the morning to find your witch staring at herself in a mirror, frowning.

“I’m too skinny,” she says bitterly, “My metabolism is so fast that all of my food goes into keeping my muscles and none of it goes into much needed insulation!”

“It’s because you don’t eat any actual preys,” you comment idly, “Preds process really fast, preys stick around.”

Your witch freezes, turning to look at you.

“Oh.” she says softly, looking at you with wide adoring eyes, “I’ve never eaten a prey before…”

You think for a moment, has the time finally come?  Should you bring it up?  You decide to heck with it, it’s now or never.

“I’m a prey.” you point out, your witch nods, blushing nervously.

“Are you saying—?”

You spin your witch around to face you, wrapping your arms around her and staring into her eyes, “I think I’d be a lovely addition to your figure.”

You lift one of your hands and press it against your witch’s flat empty stomach, so empty, you are filled with a burning desire to fix that.

“If you’re sure.” your witch says firmly.

You smile, always so caring, and nod.

She opens her mouth and pushes you inside, swallowing you quickly, like she’s starving, maybe she is, starving for you.

She packs you away into her stomach, desperate for you to fill her belly, not even bothering to savor your taste.  She whines as the last of you slips down her throat.

You curl up in her belly, soft and warm.

She kneads at her swollen middle.

“I know a reformation spell,” she gasps as she feels your body inside of hers, “I’ll keep you inside me for… a month?  Maybe two?  And then I’ll bring you back so I can eat you again.”

You’re certain she’s blushing at her own words, but you like the sound of that, being eaten again, not that you aren’t fine with becoming fat on her body forever.

Your witch sighs, “You’re too still.  Squirm.”

You easily comply, you like this controlling side of your witch.

Your witch lays down on her bed, looking up at the ceiling, her hands kneading at her belly as you squirm inside.  She smiles faintly.  Soon you’ll be nothing but fat, but until then you fill her belly marvelously in a way no one ever has before.  Eventually you don’t have enough energy to keep squirming, it makes your witch giggle as she massages her softening belly.

Being inside your witch is a bit like magic.

Your witch lets out a cute little hiccuping burp, trying to cover it up as she blushes, she sighs, she still has things to do today.

But, she supposes, having you along for the ride can only make them more pleasant.

ANON YOU WROTE A WHOLE ASS NOVEL IN MY INBOX?! HELL YEAH 😍

Ohh I love this scenario. There’s just something about kind witch preds in vore, since I don’t see them a lot. This checks ALL the boxes!! And neat little lore thing on other preds not adding any fat, that was cool to read!!

Uugh I love that balance of caring, shy, and yet domineering preds. “Magic” is also just the word I’d use to describe being digested in a pretty lady’s tummy ☺️

I love the progression of this storyline… also as an added epilogue, I enjoy imagining her trying unsuccessfully to hide me underneath her cloak as she runs her errands… eventually just owning her role as a pred and flaunting me to the rest of the world…

This is amazing!

[cybertron-after-dark]

Beast Wars X TFO scenario

Optimus Primal, Cheetos, Black Arachnia, Tarantulas, Ravage, Silverbolt, Ratrap and Dinobot meeting a TFP Predacon reader that just crashlanded into earth as a protoform and the pod scanned the bones of the first creature it could find (that being the dead predacon)

I'm assuming you mean Rampage instead of Ravage given Ravage was kinda barely there. If you did actually mean Ravage, my bad just let me know and I'll do him separately!

-For Optimus, well... Isn't this just prime? They already have enough of a headache fighting Megatron and his merry band of idiots and assholes. And now they have to deal with an ancient Predacon proper? It's not looking good. But, he hasn't completely given up hope. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. Or, rather, he's hoping you'll join HIM. Predacon altmode or not, you're still an intelligent creature. Perhaps you can be reasoned with.

-Cheetor is nowhere near as scared as he should be. The Preds just have one extra aft to kick, just so happens that this one is a whole lot bigger. He's not exactly happy about it, but hey, what's complaining about it gonna do?

-for blackarachnia, homegirl is in full scheming mode. She wants an alliance with you yesterday. She's gonna try every tactic in the book to get you on her side so she can stage a coupe. Really, what are the chances ol' Buckethead can take on a wholeass mechanical dragon? You're practically a trump card. A trump card she wants in her hand.

-tarantulas has a thousand different plans for you. Convincing you to join his side, convincing you to stay far far away from that witch blackarachnia, taking you apart to study your mechanics, taking you apart and putting you back together, digging you with a shock collar to make sure you stay loyal to him... So many evil little plans to make.

-rampage is almost comforted by your presence. He sees a kindred spirit in you: a spirit of incredible violence and destruction, not to seek power, but simply for desolation's sake. He wants to commit unspeakable crimes with you.

-silverbolt is considering this his ultimate test as a heroic character. He's always strived to be the perfect knight in shining armor. Now here's his dragon to slay. Of course, if you prove to be reasonable he probably won't lean into the whole slaying thing as much, but he will be at least a little disappointed that he doesn't get the chance to.

-all rattrap can think is just... Nope. Nah. No thanks. Nada. Negative. Negatory. Nein. Not happening. He's gonna pack up his shit and he's gonna scram. Off to live as a vagabond rat. Of course, he'll come back about an hour later, but he REALLY doesn't want to fight a fucking dragon. He likes being alive and not crispy fried, thanks.

-dinobot is in absolute awe. He is having a religious experience seeing you glide through the air. A Predacon... One of the ORIGINAL Predacons. Those his kind were named for... Alive. He wants you on his side so badly. He'll seek you out, try to tell you that the Darksyde's crew has no honor, and that you're better off with the Maximals, backwards as it seems. Then he'll try to fight you because he really really wants a match with what he considers a worthy opponent.

BONUS ROUND:

-Rhinox is so fucking tired, please let this be a nightmare. He's already carrying the Maximals half the time with his chainguns, but they can only do so much against a fucking dragon. He's honestly considering taking off with Rattrap, but unlike Rattrap, if he's at that point it's gonna take a lot longer than an hour for him to change his mind and come back.

-Waspinator would really appreciate it if you would not take part in the tradition of using him as the communal chew toy. Please. Please consider it.

[jack-the-nibbler]

October is upon us, which means it’s time for some spooky preds!

-Werewolves. Who doesn’t love a massive, hungry, slavering beast?

-Vampires. They may or may not have a taste of your blood first (maybe a separate blood stomach so things don’t get messy...)

-Zombies or revenants. They tend to have near bottomless hunger, and their insides are bound to be very slimy.

-Ghosts, very underrated as preds.

-Driders, or spider-taurs. Getting caught in their web, wrapped up, swallowed whole...not such a bad way to spend the night.

-Gargoyles. Perhaps they’re trying to keep you away from their territory...or protect you from something even scarier than them.

-Dragons, of course. Especially spooky or Halloween themed ones (oh, like that original species that still only exists in my Google docs).

-Witches. Shrinking potions, foodplay, food transformation even...with a bit of magic, anything is possible!

-Demons. Could involve a ritual gone wrong, a sacrifice to a hungry beast, or perhaps just summoning one to eat you.

-Giant creatures in general, such as snakes, bats, spiders, frogs, etc.

[hooter-n-company]

The masses have spoken! Next up in Hooter’s roster, we have this dastardly wolf-man here, my own version of the Big Bad Wolf.

Starting out in life as a normal human, Louis Garou was a notorious criminal and thief, who acquired an enchanted wolf skin that transformed him into a wolf when he put it on. He used it to aid him in robberies and all sorts of devilish deeds, but once he began to rely on it too much, he didn't heed the warnings about misusing this powerful magic item. He wore it for far too long, and as a result, the skin permanently fused with his own flesh, trapping him in werewolf form. He eventually figured out a way to morph back into a semi-humanoid state, but he can never regain his true form.

An outcast unable to blend in with similar races and monsters (mostly because of his obnoxious and gluttonous tendencies), he migrated from the rural countryside to the Victorian steampunk city of Mythos, a place where the wealthy live in the highest buildings and the poor live on ground level alongside shady characters and dangerous beasts of legend…Louis Garou included.

More info under the cut:

Name: Louis Garou

Pronouns: He/him

Age: Mid to late 30s

Species: Werewolf (used to be fully human)

Role: Pred

Height: 8 feet tall (10 in “beast” form)

Abilities: Can shift into a 10 foot tall “beast wolf” form when under high stress, sharp teeth and claws

Personality: This fella makes himself out to be a refined gentleman, but he’s really a liar, a thief, and a gluttonous beast underneath it all, luring in unsuspecting victims with his wit and charms. Ironically, Louis isn’t nearly as wealthy as he claims he is, and whatever wealth he does have wasn’t acquired though legal means. However, as much as he’s this infamous, powerful creature, he can be a real doofus and a straight up coward when he’s outmatched.

Likes: Eating, squirmy prey, fancy clothes, jewelry, showing off, flaunting his (nonexistent) wealth, gingerbread, card games, drinking, flirting, playing cards, penny dreadfuls, grooming himself, being pampered

Dislikes: Witches, magic curses, law enforcement, sharp objects, woodcutters, living in poverty, indigestion, headless horse-men, rain, fire, gray hairs, old ladies with rolling pins, being held accountable

Other Info:

-Speaks in a Cockney accent

-The light of the full moon has a powerful effect on his shapeshifting abilities. It temporarily traps him in his more beastly form, unable to transform back, which can last from one to three days.

-On decent terms with a troll living under a bridge and an old crone who used to be a noblewoman

-On VERY bad terms with a headless horse-man who runs the local “monster mafia”

-If you know the story of Little Red Riding Hood, you know how he got that scar on his tummy…

[the-purple-painter]

hey so i have greenitis (like that witch ElfABBA in the wicked musical) and i desperately want some red to cancel it out. could you please pred me? much appreciated, thanks for your time.

I’m never red a post or anyone before so I hope this is effective…

This anonymous ask has been reded!

[asinfullangel]

31 …Trouble

“...But I must add a twist to my work. So let's be some famish or lust.”

“Maybe I went a little too far with this… I got 2 demons fighting over who gets to eat Conner and Nick is becoming a bloated goat full of sweets for a sea witch hunk to eat. Who the hell gave me these ideas- oh right, I did. Maybe I can just scrap something together to end this story in a happy way. Let’s me just-” one finger snap that causes the two to fall asleep against their Will. Afterwards a quick tug away from their situation/preds just so they could be pulled out and back into their correct reality, landing inside their cave gentilly. The two still fast asleep in little nightmares created with where they were just moments ago as the basic concept. Nick dreams that he is still being stuffed with sweets. Conner dreams that he has been placed in a cage to watch these two settle who get him with a competition.

(Let’s start with Nick’s dream first). Within he is enjoying the tasty sweets while the fear of being eaten is hamming into his spine. No clear way to escape a sea witch who had him chained down. Maybe being eaten wouldn’t be so bad since it was bound to happen to him eventually (and yet I made sure he can respawn & saved myself the troubles of dragging his soul back to the right world). He did kinda hope it would have been Wolfe that kept him for good, but a handsome sea witch was still good enough, right? “Why look so scared little goat? With a unique taste like yours I am sure to bring you back to enjoy it all over again.” Oh how lovely, he’s going to get eaten then brought back to life to be eaten again by the same pred. (My Nicky is a sweet snack, not some sort of potato chip that came with multiple in a bag)! “Consider this as a little vacation with the added bounce of reminding me of how sweet you are as you slide down my throat whenever I want. Maybe when you respawn afterward you can help me around the shop, I know my assistance will enjoy seeing you around.” Now that got Nick struggling to get the hell out.

He was given a moment to himself when a new customer not under Levi’s enchantment walked in, Levi leaving to go greet the guest and add him with the rest of the men in the back. (A little editing to his chains). Nick struggled harder then the chain broke and strangely smelled like chocolate. He got up, ate the chains then snuck out of the shop using the backdoor… Though he didn’t plan on seeing Levi so soon and beached in his true form. There he saw was a merman bigger than the biggest whale known to the sea. Levi with his line of hypnotized men zombie walking straight into his mouth straight to his stomach. Nick passed out because of fear and will blame fear for getting into what will happen next…

Nick wakes up to something rubbing his head the wrong way. Blinking his eyes to see the bulge of a man’s face moving beside him, frightened him onto his hooves though the ground was rumbling around. Came the muffled voices that brought his eyes downward to see the whole floor full of bulging faces. “Waken just in time for me. I was feeling peckish for my dessert.” And here comes the part he will be blaming his fear for later. Nick picked off the ground/giant tummy over Levi’s gaping maw. Nick's only last word was “baa” then came the drop into the dark cavern… one soft gulp to send him down the throat (he did enjoy the humpy ride down though)… then sealed inside Levi’s stomach along with the other men.

(Ok, Conner turn). The wolf was placed in a circus cage off to the side as these two demons prepared themselves for another eating competition. The demons in the other room came out to offer up the men they collected to Valentino & Lubric, the numbers of tasty fellas growing rapidly. Quite a few demons & imps came to watch them try to out eat the other (so did the employee running the stall outside and took a seat right on the cage).

The competition began with the sound of a howl (hint: someone picks the wolf to get Conner howling) then off these two go. Valentino took the relaxing in style approach with a few hunks fanning, feeding his sweet fruits & pair of hands assisting in fitting the skinny & chubby men down the shaft first. What a stress free way in competing while Lubric just needed some condiments and free refills. He ate up 2 to 3 hunky & chunky fellas at a time along with a few additives flavors. The crowd were cheering on the two with delight. Connor’s busy trying to get out till he… was given a key by the stall employee sitting above. “Go ahead and take it. I’m curious to see two filled demons try to run after their dessert.”

Conner took the opportunity to let himself out and took off running till he could see the sky again. He was free from danger and most of the real demons were busy watching an eating competition to notice the prize missing… then came a bang to the head, Conner blinking to see iron bars in his view again then looking around to see the cage all around him. “Sorry, but I couldn’t really give you real freedom. I would be kicked out if I actually let ya free, haha. At least you came back to your senses just in time.” Pointing out to the boys that they are about out of men to eat. Lubric was looking pretty big compared to Valentino who may be enjoying the pleasure more than focusing on winning. That was enough of a difference for Lubric to get the win…

Conner was presented like a hog roast on a silver platter to Lubric as requested (even put an apple into his mouth). This wolf was not happy about being a prey to someone, but his fairness was sealed. Lubric used his tentacles to put up Conner, unhinged his maw a bit and slid the beast right into till he was halfway inside. A few gulps were taken to move him along the point of no return then lock away past his lips. Conner was barely savored for his taste, but too late to change that…

Then came the sweet chirping of a bird awakened by the morning sun, Conner & Nick woke up in each other arms with surprise written on them. Then came the water works to be relieved they are still alive and back together. They concluded that maybe at some point in the night they returned home and fell asleep with some bad nightmares. So nothing to worry about for the two and another Halloween where maybe they should consider just staying in next time it comes around.

(Of course like the one before, the sea witch oc belongs to Mrbolo and the two demon OCs belong to Gigifabulous)

(So it be late, I’m just happy attempt 2 sounds better)

[vore-scientist]

The Witch and the Prince: a Mystic Woods RoleSwap

A Tail of the (inverted!) Mystic Woods

Contains: safe/soft, non-sexual, GT vore. Female giant pred, male human prey. Refer to this as G*TS and I'll strangle you. The vore is unwilling but it's not 'distressing'. The prey is aware that the pred intends to let them go.

PITCH: Sophia is the evil half-giant witch! Yonah is the human prince. Here is the story of them meeting and well, Sophia eating Yonah! Wild isnt it? Character personalities are altered because their upbringings and species are altered (Fire Witch heritage has an impact on personality) GT, vore, shenanigans! enjoy.

This story features some nice GT art by the amazing @voreadbhar who will probably be a little startled to get this notification as the art is nearly two years old.

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From the look on Prince Yonah’s face you wouldn’t have known it was the most eventful day in his 21 years of life. You’d think he was a little bored. Maybe a touch irritated. Not shipped off by his own mother to be captive to a man-eating half-giant witch. Who happened to be sitting, shrunken, in the seat opposite him the carriage that was taking them to her lair. 

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The day was promising to be above average for Prince Yonah. Not amazing, not horrible, but overall positive. That wasn’t going to last long. 

He had just finished having breakfast out in the garden. Yonah liked the garden. No. He LOVED the garden. Ever Since he was young, the prince always hung out helping the groundskeepers. He had been working in the gardens since he was around 10 years old. At first his family thought the keepers were lying when they called Yonah a delight and joy to have around. The other royals had never seen Yonah show enough enthusiasm, positive or negative, to be called much of anything, least of all a delight to be around. 

See, Yonah was quiet, reserved, and strong. Very strong. Yonah was a big boy from the day he was born. And he only got bigger. Full grown, he stood at an impressive 6’9” tall. And he was built like an ogre: broad and muscular and fat. 

You may have thus guessed that was the other thing that could get him to show some semblance of emotional interest was... Food. He loved to eat. And more than that he loved to cook. When he wasn’t in the garden he was in the kitchen. Due to yonah’s mastery of the culinary arts, the castle chefs would decry when Yonah was predisposed by princely duties for a feast. Though often he would get bored of formal occasions and sneak in to help. 

But a prince couldn’t be a gardener. A prince couldn’t be a cook. 

At least his mother had waited for him to be done eating before calling him away from his garden to her office. 

Huh, there seemed to be a few more guards at the door than normal. Why the beefed up security? Maybe he’d find out. He walked in, the guards did not stop him. 

His mother’s dark skin was a contrast to his own which was merely generously sun-tanned. Her magical forest green eyes looked at him, sighed, then glanced at the woman sitting in one of chairs in front of her large marble desk.

Just looking at the back of her head… she wore a black pointed hat, and sported a segmented ponytail, barely holding in her thick wavy hair, which fell across the back of the stone chair. 

Yonah sat next to her. She looked at him with dull brown eyes and sickly brown skin. Her nostrils flared a bit and she scowled to reveal a set of large fangs. Who was this woman??? But yonah didn’t dwell on it for long. Mother was more important. 

Most people were not able to make eye contact with the Queen of Orr and the King of the Mystical Woodlands. Not with the magic of the forest shining through her eyes. Her forest green sclera and dark emerald green irises seemed to pulse with power as the prince took his seat. 

“I would apologize for disturbing you on your 21st birthday my son, but since you seemed to be fine to spend it all day eating sandwiches in the garden, I figured you wouldn’t mind.”

“Ima, I said I didn’t want anything for my birthday except to be left alone.” Yonah reminded her. 

The King lifted a brow “Yes I know. Unfortunately you’re a prince, your birthdays are supposed to be kingdom wide parties sponsored by the crown!”

Yonah looked away “I was going to bake cake for everyone at the castle”

“The castle isn’t the kingdom!” She snapped. “If you’re going to shirk princely duties you might as well do it properly and get yourself kidnapped!” 

Yonah stared at his mother. “You’re arranging for a fairytale?”

His mom sat back and smiled at him, not unlike a wicked witch from his favorite Arcane Opera. “Oh, it’s been arranged, meet your kidnapper, Sophia Ha’Esh”

She Took a breath through her smile but then it caught and she convulsed and shivered and coughed. Bringing her hands to her mouth, yonah now noticed the massive, rune inscribed iron manacles locked on her wrists and ankles. However she recovered fast, her voice still strained and weak. “I am. Happy to serve. The Wishes. Of King Maya.”  

Yonah didn’t think she was so happy. But not for any obvious reason. “Er- so shall I…” he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. “How is she supposed to kidnap me?” His mom sighed. “Yeah so here’s the deal. It’s a pain to arrange for her /Honorable/ Mage Sophia,” the sarcasm was palpable, “to do a traditional kidnapping. So I signed the paperwork saying you’ve been kidnapped and all that’s left for you to do is go live with her. Until rescued of course.” Now the King turned her gaze to Sophia, who took it incredibly well. “Listen here monster, and listen good. The prince is your captive but you cannot kill him.”

/Monster?!/ The witch rolled her eyes and said. “Im not. Stupid. What about. Rescuers?”

The king shrugged “Whatever you wish.”

The witch smiled. And… did she lick her lips!? Wait mom was saying something. 

“- already packed, the carriage is outside to take you to the Terrible Tower”

That was not a place yonah was familiar with. But it didn’t exactly strike fear into his heart. Many locations were given such grand names, it didn’t mean they were that bad, or that good in some cases. 

Prince Yonah was not happy about being sent away so suddenly. But… mother had decided… it wasn’t really his place to fight her on this. So he simply sighed and stood up. “Alright. So we leave now?” 

His mother raised an eyebrow at him, as if to be surprised he was taking this so well. Before sighing herself, as if she should have expected this from her middlest son. 

“Is that all? You’re being kidnapped and that’s all you have to say about it?” 

That was mom, always worried about his feelings. While he appreciated it, he didn’t have strong feelings one way or another. Well.... except. Now that she was pushing the subject. 

“My… My plants! In the garden, some are rare, and need taking care of! There are also special ingredients in the kitchen I want to bring with me.”

There was a brief flash of… pride? Relief? In his mother’s face. As quick as it had come, it was gone and her face was harsh and contemplative. He worried his requests, his concerns for his plants would be denied. There was a sliver of hope. Technically his mother was plants herself, and perhaps she would feel enough kinship to be compassionate! 

“Very well.” she said.

His heart, which was drifting lower in his chest, lifted, “I will need to speak to the grand master gardener-”

The King held up her hand to silence her son. “I shall personally oversee the care of your plants. No need to add more work for our gardener.”

Was she serious? She who channeled the power of a magical forest, was going to make sure his plots in the garden would thrive? She never cared so much about his hobbies before. Surely this was a joke. But his mother never joked. 

“You may also stop by the kitchen on your way out, as you are to leave without any delay.” She stood up, “I have more meetings today, you are both dismissed.”

That was it. Papers signed, and he was leaving! At least he would get to stop by the kitchen for his rare spices. As he stood up, so did Sophia. 

And he froze, as he looked… /up/ into her eyes, something he was not used to doing. she glared down at him, with an intense dislike that was not earned. She was at least a foot taller than he was! Was she some sort of disgraced fairy? No… she didn’t have enough fangs, and her ears weren’t pointed. She could be fey blooded. The extra magic in said lineage would make for a powerful witch. 

“What are. You staring at. Little Prince.”

The last time he was called little, by someone who was not a giant was when he was 12. It was so jarring he forgot he was supposed to leave the office, even as she walked out, until his mother kindly reminded him. His mother, who seemed unsurprised by the stature of Sophia. 

Three of the guards outside the door followed flanked her as she made her way down the halls and stairs. She did not try to make conversation, with them or the prince. Yonah was fine with that. 

When Yonah split off to go to the kitchen one of the guards came with him, presumably to ensure he wasn’t going to try and escape his new fairytale.  

There were a lot of tears and hugging when he told the kitchen staff what was happening. Yonah was sad too, but not enough to cry about it. He gathered his spices, and bid everyone goodbye. 

The carriage to take him to his new life was waiting next to the inner west gate. A few suitcases tied to the top, the witch inside… along with the two guards. And two more were at the reigns. Seemed like overkill to Yonah. Without any protest, he sat next to Sophia. They both barely fit on the bench, and were squished together not so comfortably. Her skin was clammy. Was she sick?

A chill went down his spine as she turned his eyes on him.

“You dont seem. So worried. About your fate.” She breathed. 

“Should I be?” he asked, genuinely wondering. 

She frowned and growled “Are captives. usually prone to talking. Back to their kidnappers?”

That made yonah a smidge irked. She had initiated the conversation! So Following her example, Yonah decided to answer with a question of his own. “Why are you chained up? Are you some sort of criminal?”

Her expression darkened before she looked away, just heaving a sigh that carried a grunt. Then the runes on her cuffs flashed, and she shivered. The guards reacted instantly, bringing up magic and raising their hands. 

Looking no less grumpy, the corners of her mouth turned up into a wide smile, and she started to laugh. 

“Careful” she huffed, “Surely you’ve. Heard the stories. And you dont want. To have to get. Your fingers Re-. Regenerated. I’ve heard it’s painful.”

Without any more pretense she lunged forward and snapped her teeth, and just in time the guards moved their hands away. She only laughed louder until another flash of the cuffs turned her mirth into a coughing fit. 

Was- was she seriously going to bite their fingers off? Or had she just been faking them out. Yonah wondered but did not dare to ask. Or speak again for the entire ride. But he did sneak glances at Sophia, not caring when they both caught each other doing so. 

Upon arrival at their destination yonah found himself practically kicked out of the carriage and his belongings thrown off in random directions. He was about to give the guards what for! How DARE they mishandle his luggage, it would be a miracle if nothing broke. However they were already speeding away. Were they not going to help him carry his things inside? This question was answered when he turned around and saw the tower. 

An old stone tower, 50ft tall and with no door, only a window at the very top. And Sophia was standing just off to the side, just under half as tall. Which answered the question as to why the guard drivers sped off. She paused to look down at him and he scrambled back as she knelt, hand reaching. He was not fast enough and was in her grip. 

“You- You’re”

“Half-giant, yes” she grinned showing off what were now obviously giant fangs. 

Her hold was not uncomfortable but neither was it comfortable. At least it felt secure! Until she started to bend over to pick up his stuff and he gripped her hand with all his might. She was no more gentle with his things than the carriage guards, shoving them into her pockets. 

When his head stopped spinning he wondered how even she was going to get into the tower! The windowsill was out of her reach. Then again his question was answered as his stomach was left on the ground because Sophia had muttered a spell and lept! One arm reaching up and she grasped the windowsill. And he was toss up onto it as well. He barely had time to realize that had happened before he had to dodge her now empty hand as it got its new grip on the inside of the window and she hauled herself up and into the room, practically falling into it.

The room was a wonder. A Perfect workshop. Tables with materials and tools, each for their own type of magic. One for enchanting, one for alchemy, one for charms, one for taking notes. And an extra! There were shelves of books and notebooks organized by theme, color, author, and year.  Plants, baskets, and cages hung from the ceiling, labeled of course. Cupboards also labeled and the one that was open had jars organized with contents in aleph-betacle order. 

He had enough time as Sophia got up to clock two cupboards made of clearly enchanted metal, one labeled flammable and one labeled corrosive. Responsible! As she stood she tried to pretend she had not just done something completely ridiculous. 

“Well?” she asked. 

Yonah was confused “Well… what? You’re my captor, i dont think i’m supposed to give you orders?”

“Right. Right. I need to set you up with a bed and… Stuff” She reached for him again and though he flinched she did not hesitate to snatch him up. 

The center of the floor had a trap door which she opened to reveal stairs. 

“Can’t put you in a guest room. No no that’s not right at all. Not a guest, a captive. Too easy to escape. I’ll need a cage. Dont have one…”

“You had some in the workshop” he pointed out. He didnt want to be kept in a cage but it was traditional. 

“Too small” she said “Also dirty… I will have to make a new cage. Or order one.”

They had only gone down one flight of stairs before she turned into the open doorway on the landing. This entered into a sitting room, a few more bookshelves were on the walls though none were more than 20% filled with book and much of the space between with knick-knacks. Light came from the magical windows but there were also lamps on the walls and the two tables. Which had dirty dishes and… socks? On them. 

She walked through this room into one of the two hallways that branched out from it. This had many doors, each different shape, size, and aesthetic. Some were beautiful! Some rotting away. Others plain, and still others a bit indescribable. 

Sophia opened a plain one. It was a storage room and she placed Yonah on her shoulder as she rummaged around a bit. Shelves upon shelves fo so much junk yonah could  barely tell items apart! And not to speak of the pile in the center under racks of hanging items many of which were not clothing. 

“Ah HA!” she said and held up massive treasure chest. She opened it and dumped the gold and jewels into a sack which she tossed back into the room “This will do!” then she emptied her pockets of his things onto a shelf and closed the door. 

“Do? As what?” though he had a sinking suspicion-

“You’re bed! So I can lock you up at night and you cant escape while i sleep. Dont worry its not air tight, and I’ll put in pillows and and stuff” 

“Blankets?”

“Those too.” And took the next half hour to find all these things scattered around this floor of the tower. Some of the doors in the hallway led to those guest rooms Sophia had mentioned earlier and for many of those she had to reduce to enter. Enter through doors that were not there until she reduced in size and turned the doorknob.

But that wasnt what surprised him. 

“You can shrink?” 

Sophia looked at him like his head had turned into a flower. “Do you have short term memory problems? I was shrunk at the castle, and for the ride there and back.” 

It took a few seconds of awkward silence for Yonah to realize what he needed to clarify. “I thought that was something the guards did.”

“No, it’s a spell I modified.”

“How so?”

For the first time since being in her presence her demeanor no longer had an undercurrent of tense hostility. 

“Normal shrinking spells are temporary and require an annoying amount of set up! Even a wizard who has the spell stored in their staff needs an activating circle! That’s so inconvenient and I needed to be able to shrink wherever and whenever i wanted” 

Yonah continued to collect things from the room he wanted for his, hopefully temporary, bed chamber, as Sophia expounded on the construction of her reduction enchantment. For that is what it was. She was enchanted, permanently, with the ability to shrink for three hours at a time to about a third of her natural height. 

The technical workings were nonsense to the prince but he still listened as he dragged out a mattress that he was confident would fit in the chest. Sophia gathered pillows and blankets. 

“That is very ingenious,” Yonah commented when she finished her explanation of the spell. “And practical. Speaking of which, where are you going to be keeping me?” 

For some reason that made her angry. “For now? In my room.” and she stepped out, returned to her normal size. She did not wait for him to walk out of the room to reach for him. 

“Couldn't my things be brought to your room too?” he asked. “You ask a lot of questions” she didn't answer him but did not retrieve his things from the hall closet… storage room… thing. She did go to her room, which was the biggest disaster yet. 

It was difficult to take it all in, as most surfaces were covered in… Yonah was sure it was mostly clothing but there were books, papers, and random other items. Judging by the smell there was no rotting food. This made sense, giants had sensitive senses of smell, either that or her inclination to be messy stopped at leaving food out. There was still a mild stink of clothes that needed to be washed. 

Sophia pulled at a pile of clothes that was next to the largest pile of clothes to reveal a nightstand on which she placed the chest and stuffed it with the items from the ransacked guest room. She didnt stop Yonah when he scrambled down to remove everything and do it all over again to make something that would potentially be comfortable to an actual human being. 

For a moment he thought about testing it to see if it needed adjusting but turned around to find Sophia face down in the largest pile of clothing. For another moment he thought she had died but that made no sense. For yet another moment he thought she was being dramatic. It was neither. She was sleeping. 

Or so he thought, for one final moment. 

“Dont fucking try” her muffled voice warned as he leapt from the nightstand and started to make his way to the door. 

Nevermind she was being dramatic. 

“Ugh I want to take a nap, i HATE wearing those cuffs i just want to sleep forever. But im also hungry.”

If her contract hadnt clearly stated that she couldn't hurt him… permanently… Yonah would be worried that he was lunch. Instead the mention of food provided a spark of hope. Lunch meant food preparation. And food preparation meant a kitchen! Then the spark died as the fear of the likely appalling condition of the kitchen loomed its head.

It was… bad. But not as bad as his fears. Pots and pans were piled up but were clean and on the stove. The oven was also stuffed. There were a few jars of items that should have been kept in a cold room that had to be full of poison now, but most of the clutter was non-food items, or dried spices. 

The desire to cook was overwhelming but the fear of the witch was overpowering. The fear of what she was going to cook… he was trying not to think about it as he was sure she was eyeing him hungrily. So he backed away to let her do whatever it was she was going to do. 

Quickly it became clear why the kitchen was in such a state. Sophia disappeared into a pantry and returned with eggs larger than his head but were like quail eggs in her hands. She took one pot from the stack and filled it with water, dropping the eggs in. At least 2 dozen. With a snap of her fingers a spark was sent to the stove. She stuck a finger into the water and her eyes blazed, a moment later the water boiled. 

The rest of the prep was frustratingly simple. She got out bread, sliced it, and with her own hands toasted them. Not evenly, each slice had a handprint. And she retrieved onions, which were as large as the eggs. Both her and yonah had tears in their eyes from her attempt to slice them. 

“Did you build this kitchen?” yonah asks.

“No, it came perfectly sized for myself, in a tower that was run by a smallfolk sorcerer!” she snapped with sarcasm. 

That was all he needed to hear to shut him. So he started to wander around, and soon found what he was looking for. Tucked away in a cupboard, human sized implements. Sophia was concentrating so hard she didn’t notice, or didnt show that she noticed. 

He found all sorts of stuff hidden away, tools, fuel, spices, oils. He took some of the unburnt portions of her bread and toasted them, with a toaster. And with his spices and herbs he made a sauce in the oil.He even added some of the dried pepper after crushing it as best he could. Then he waited for the eggs. 

By then she HAD noticed what he was doing and didnt stop him, but neither did she help him as he had to travel back and forth from cupboards to the counter top with how equipment and ingredients. She only handed him a single egg when she felt they had been boiling for long enough. 

“STOP!” he couldnt help himself as she reached into the boiling pot of water and she starred at him as if seeing him for the first time. Then she stuck her hand in fished out the eggs. 

“How- are you a-”

“FireWitch, yes. Well. I’m half,” she answered as she mashed the eggs, the yolks still a bit runny, With the shells left on. And yonah felt very protective of his own egg. The shell was thick! He had to use a meat mallet to crack it and he narrowly avoided the still scalding inside. 

Sophia had finished preparing her horrorshow of a meal. The mashed eggs were seasoned with salt and a concerning amount of dried pepper. Then onto the bread she put the onion bits and the egg. The sickening CRUNCH as she took a bite of the sandwich nearly put him off making his own. 

As it was he needed her help. He couldnt touch the egg without burning himself, and she couldnt burn. 

“Can you run this under some cold water?” he asked, putting more effort than he wanted to admit into keeping his voice level. 

The wait for her to answer was worse than the grating crunches of egg shell as she pondered his request. Then he had to leap back as she reached for him out of nowhere! “I’m sorry I-” he began, not knowing how to apologize to avoid punishment. 

She chuckled and continued to reach, until she was gently pinching his egg. Again her eyes lit up, softer, a friendly orange. “There” she said. 

And she said nothing more as he worked to shell the egg enough to carve off some of the white and release some yolk. Like Sophia had, Yonah mixed the white and yolk together, but unlike sophia he used more than salt for seasoning. He drizzled his sauce on each side of the bread, took the onions and peppered them, and completed his creation. It wasnt anything special, but at least it tasted good. 

Sophia was hovering over him by now. The look of hunger from before even more intense, and she had just eaten! While Yonah was a large human, known for a large appetite, he found himself unable to eat more than half before his nerves tightened his stomach. 

No sooner had he set his food down than it was snatched up by sophia. And for a moment the harshness that lingered on her face vanished. An instant later it was back. 

“Why is yours so much better than mine!?” she demanded. 

That spooked him for a moment before he got excited “Would you like me to show you?”

There wasn’t a moment hesitation before she answered “yes.” Then “but not right now” 

She reached for the rest of his egg. Still mostly intact and still with the shell and popped it into her mouth. The crunch and the trickle of yolk nearly made him lose his lunch. He was lucky he didn’t when she then scooped him up. 

“right now is time for gardening” 

It took until his head stopped spinning and they were in Sophia’s bedroom… his and Sophia’s bedroom… that he processed what she had said. Surely he had imagined it. 

Then she disrobed and put on a plaid shirt and overalls, swapping her witch’s hat for a straw hat. 

“I don’t have an outfit for you.” She commented once she was dressed. Now she had on boots and gardening gloves. 

Oh! “My suitcases.” 

The suitcases which were in the storage room. Instead of fetching them she once again picked him up and took him to the closet. He didn’t know which suitcase it was in because his mom had the servants pack up his things so it took a bit of time to find his own set of gardening clothes. It probably wasn’t that long but it felt like it under the watchful eyes of the witch. And no, she didn’t take him back to the room to get dressed. He had to so on a shelf in the cold musty room.

He should have anticipated being snatched up again the moment he was dressed but he didn’t and he was. What he could not anticipate was the method of getting down to her garden. 

She jumped. Out the window. 

He did not stay on his feet when she placed him on the ground and said a spell that reduced her size again. He used the gardening tools that she took from her hat and handed to him to stand up. 

The garden was both a dream and a nightmare. It was well kept, amazingly kept! In terms of the health of the plants. Organization wise it was a disaster. She had clearly tried to have a system which fell apart at some point. 

And the plants. The variety almost equaled the palace. Sophia had to keep reminding him that “he do exactly as she orders.” But it was so hard. He saw so many areas he could immediately start to work on. Trim, weed, water, harvest. But this wasn’t his garden. It was hers. And she had not planned on having an assistant. 

While he was familiar with a majority of the flora, there was a great deal he had only read about. And many of those were extremely dangerous. Of course those were the ones Sophia had him help the most with. 

When the gardening was finished he had been scratched, bitten, burned, stung. But he was happy. 

Until they were back in the workshop. Sophia was pacing. She had at least taken him and his luggage to her room and they changed back into day clothes. 

Yonah had no idea what he should be doing. He expected Sophia to demand something of him any moment. So all he could think to do was pace as well. All over the desk. Exploring but not really registering bc much of the clutter. 

Then his prediction came true. 

“Listen up prince!”

Sophia said out of nowhere. 

Yonah immediately froze and stood at attention. 

“You’re mine now! Do you understand what that means?”

Prince Yonah stood on the workshop desk, hands behind his back, a disinterested look on his face. He breathed in. 

“Ive read books. You’ll keep me in a cage until someone comes to rescue me.” His tone drolled, “in the meantime I’m to sing and dance for you and suchlike. I’m a decent singer, but I need a partner for most-.”

Two hands slammed down on either side, and the wicked witch smiled and snarled in his face. 

“WRONG!” She somehow managed to bellow in a high pitched excited manner. “IT MEANS I’VE GOT A NEW TOY, A NEW LAB RAT! A NEW SNACK!”

That got a reaction. 

“Did you say Snack?”

Impossible as it might seem, her grin got larger. It occurred to Yonah she was baring her teeth. Her very large, very pointed, teeth. 

“YES! I’m going to eat you!” She declared like it was some sort of party she just invited him to. “Smallfolk taste very good! And you taste…” 

Narrowing her eyes she lowered her face so they were nearly eye to eye. Her eyes were quite stunning. Very warm brown, almost like red clay. They were full of excitement and manic energy. 

Then she licked him. Just on his cheek. It was kinda like being kissed by a giant dog, it was a strangely innocently affectionate action. It was also extremely gross. 

“You taste incredible! How can I not eat you!?”

Yonah tried and failed to wipe the drool from his face. 

“Because my mother will kill you? Aren’t you supposed to keep me alive?” He recalled her saying so in her royal office. 

She straightened up and did not stop smiling. 

“Yes! That means we’ve got a fun challenge ahead of us!” She didn’t wait for him to ask what that would be, she was too hyped.

“We’ve got to figure out how to ensure your safety,”

/That’s nice I guess/ thought the prince.

“Before I eat you out of boredom,” 

/oh.../ not that nice. 

“Actually, before I mess up!” She corrected, “I plan to eat you…tonight! Sort of like initiation as my minion! And dessert! Two for one!” She raised two fingers and closed her eyes in a fashion that, on another world, would be called kawaii.

“So… you plan to come up with this safety method before-“

“Oh no!” She shook her head “I’ll just spit you up before you die! Unless I mess up, like I said. There’s always that chance.”

Not wanting to admit his fear Yonah made an observation, “You’ve done that before?”

“Sure have!” She put her fists on her hips and looked rather proud of herself, “And it ain’t easy at my size, let me tell you. Much less work to just let you tasty little fuckers die.” 

Yonah restrained himself from asking about her kill to mercy ratio, but he did think about it. It didn’t really matter since she had to be merciful for him. Though the way she talked about it made it sound like she’d accidentally killed folks that she meant to let go… And that she cared very little about her own life if she was willing to take that chance eating him. 

Oh right. Back to the important part. She was going to eat him. And there wasn’t really anything he could do to stop her. The only glimmer of hope was that she said it was difficult for her. While Yonah didn’t really care, he wasn’t proud nor ashamed to admit it: he was fat. Maybe she would choke trying to swallow him whole. They could both die. Two for one. 

But that was tonight. It was now mid-afternoon, and it looked like the witch had plans unrelated to him. Not that he cared. 

Not that she cared either. She was moving around all sorts of things, not giving him any mind. Yonah kept having to dodge out of the way as she kept placing and replacing things on the workbench, like she just had to choose today to organize her shit. Books, bottles, boxes, sacks, and even a small (for her) black cauldron. He was grateful that instead of dropping the cauldron on top of him, she just swept him aside, almost over the side of the workbench. Finally she seemed ready to do some real work. 

It was quite the show. Writing notes, mixing powders and crystals and spices and liquids, using magic words, or waving a wand in a specific motion. He had pegged the witch as unfocused, most likely to get distracted, but she worked steadily. Every so often she would get excited or frustrated and her eyes would flash orange. Yonah was impressed, even if she kept side-eying him like one would a piece of cake they were saving for later but really wanted to eat now. 

“Uh,” he said, and she yelped, dropping her quill and splattering ink across the notebook. She glared at him but he kept going, “Are you um. Working that safety method?”

All of the previous irritation left her eyes but it was replaced by bemused confusion and she cocked her head, “Why would I do that?”

Yonah shrugged and blinked but did not say anything. 

“This is an enchantment my good friend Myran sent me a week ago, I'm improving it!” she went back to her work. 

“What’s it supposed to do?” Yonah asked, curious despite himself. Big mistake. 

Sophia turned to him and flicked some of the dried flakes that were in a small bowl into his face. He’d seen her make these, rolling out a paste so thin and then drying it. She said some words and Yonah felt his skin start to fizz like someone dunked him in carbonated water. 

“I feel all floaty,” Yonah tried to say but was really woozy. 

“Drat it!” he heard from his fog. No not a fog, his glasses had come off! But he couldnt; move his feet without feeling nauseated. 

“Sophia, glasses!” he didn’t really think shed help him out but he felt his spectacles slide onto his face. How had she avoided poking his eyes out??

It didn’t help as much as he thought it would but he saw the world around him again. He lifted his arms towards the face of the witch who was very angry and he didn;t know why. 

“What happened, what did you do?”

Her eyes glowed and she slammed a fist on the table, “nothing! The spell didn’t work right!” she spat. 

“I think I’m done working for today” she growled and his stomach dropped. She was eyeing him hungrily again, but this time was different. This time it was serious. 

“Do you really have to eat me?” 

“No! I don’t,” she said, but Yonah didn’t get any hopes up, “I want to eat you.”

“Can I at least take my nice clothes off?”

Sophia made a very childish face that didn’t suit an evil giant witch. Sticking out her tongue and wrinkling her nose in disgust. 

“Eat you naked? Gross!” 

At least they were in agreement on that. Yonah sighed, “No… I’ll keep my undergarments on.”

The change was immediate, “Oh! Then yes, that sounds great!” She rested her head on the table in her folded arms, eyes wide with anticipation, a bit like a cat who spotted a still living mouse in a mouse trap. 

“Uh, you want me to- strip. Here?” 

She nodded, “Either you do it or I’ll try my best not to break your limbs doing it myself.”

He undressed as fast as he could. Under his suit he had on silken undershorts. When he started to fold up his clothes Sophia snorted, reached out a hand and took them away into her sleeve. 

Then with the same hand, scooped up the prince, and sat up, leaning back in her chair with a smile. The prince was shaking. 

“Don’t worry too much, I’m sure you’ll be fine.” then, “One last thing, I’ll give you a choice, feet first or head first?”

Wow, how nice. “F-feet?” he didn’t really think about it. And apparently neither did she. 

Then she opened her mouth very wide, a bit wider than should have been possible. And he got a very good look down into it as he was lifted up by his armpits above her head. 

A fanged jaw and eager maw.

Then he descended. 

Ohhhh why did he take his shoes off? His feet slipped on her tongue, though he was grateful she placed it over her bottom teeth. His stomach still brushed against the top teeth, almost stopping him from even fitting, but ever the helpful one he sucked in his gut so as his legs were pulled into the throat, his chest was entirely in her mouth. His form was inched downwards with small successive swallows, the tongue against his back, tasting him and keeping him steady. 

She was swallowing very gently, at least, he assumed, because he’d barely noticed it. Yes there was a pulling force, but it wasn’t sharp. He still worried that she wouldn’t be able to get him down, and she would choke, and well. That would be that! 

There was a definite pause as his face passed between the teeth, and his waist was at the throat. He felt her tense around him, and then a much stronger, much more crushing force, shoved at him, dragging him into the confined space of her esophagus. A few more of those, which he was sure might break a few bones but thankfully did not, and his entire body was encased in the smooth moist muscle. Or well. Not all of it. But the horrible pounding of his own heart and hers and the fact that he could not breathe? He didn’t really think about how his calves were dangling in the stomach. He didn’t really want to think anymore. 

Then more pushing, gentle again, and his feet hit a slimy squishy surface. Ohhh no. Soon he was forced into the chamber. A stinking, deadly chamber, the only upside was that it wasn’t constricting. He still filled up the entire space, stretching it to what had to be the near limit. He was breathing so hard he just barely noticed that Sophia was too. Gasping and heaving. Ok he did notice, because every breath into her lungs pressed down on him, and the rolling of her chest rolled around him. 

“Shit” she wheezed, “That was fucking hard, you’re really fat.”

She sounded annoyed at him, as if he should apologize to her for making her eat him at his current weight. Well. He had no plans to lose any pounds. She could just suffer. 

“Gods alive, I don’t think I've eaten anyone so big before, ugh.”

“Don’t tell me you’re regretting it,” he very much wanted her to say that, as he tried to stretch out as much as possible. 

She moaned, as if his presence was painful. “Don’t move so much,” she said, and for some reason he obliged. “I don't regret anything. You were delicious, and I’m just a little overstuffed. I’m sure I’ll get used to it.”

Oh joy, she planned to keep on eating him, even if the experience caused her pain. She truly was crazy. 

There had been more than a few moments that Sophia had seriously reconsidered trying to eat the prince. She had felt her front teeth push against his middle, but somehow he still slipped through her mouth and into her throat.Then when she swallowed past his legs, her esophagus was strained badly she thought he would get stuck. For a brief moment she couldn't breathe, but with determination she continued to swallow and it got easier from there. Still she was panting for air even after the first minute. 

Now it felt like she had swallowed a halt-giant sized bowling ball, even if, confoundingly, it did not look like it. It reminded her of… there was like that one time when she caught two thieves and had the brilliant idea to eat them both at the same time. Actually that wasn’t as bad. Once in her stomach she was definitely a little too full but swallowing them had not been such an ordeal. 

As she breathed more and more easily and made slightly coherent responses to the prince wriggling in her poor stomach, a terrible thought struck her.

What if she couldn’t spit him back up! It had been an almost impossible ordeal to get him down. But she would have to, she couldn’t kill him. Not that she cared about his life, but her own was very much on the line, as the prince had kindly told that afternoon. 

However she could worry about that in five minutes. For now she tried to relax and take whatever enjoyment she could from this situation. The prince had tasted amazing, especially with only minimal clothing on! How nice of him to have insisted upon it. She placed a hand over her full stomach. Curious, she pressed down a bit. 

“Hey! What’s that!” The prince jerked under her palm and she winced as her stomach was stretched again. All in all the pain wasn’t BAD, it was just a bit annoying. She was confident her stomach would stretch over time. 

“My hand, you idiot!” She hissed and pressed her fingers down more forcefully, “I told you to stop moving so much!” 

She drummed her fingers over her swollen middle and was pleased to hear the prince grumble. 

“It’s hard to breathe in here,” he complained.

“I know,” she said, "plenty of her victims had been so kind to tell her, “but I won't let you pass out.” though she wasn’t so sure… She hoped he wouldn’t. Since he knew she was going to spit him out, he wouldn’t struggle against her and use up his air as fast. And as long as he was conscious he could help by orienting himself into a much more streamline position. The other benefit to less struggle was it kept the pain low, and the fullness pleasant. Even as she continued to bother him. For several minutes. 

Finally she could breathe normally, and that made her pissed off because it was soon time to get the prince out. The pain had started to dull enough so she could really appreciate how filling her prince was. She really needed a way to keep him safer for longer. There was a sharp movement under her hand. 

“It’s! Starting! To! Sting!” He cried, clearly out of breath. 

Not one to show any weakness Sophia groaned with immense disappointment, “fiiiiiiine, I’ll get you out. Don’t fight against it.”

“Why would I-” but then he felt it, the stomach constricting violently. Before it had been gently rolling, now it stiffened, and tried to shove him through the small tough ring of flesh he’d come through. It wasn’t working so well. The hacking got more forceful yet it didn’t seem to be helping. But he needed to get out, especially as the fluids were starting to rise. 

Guess he had to be proactive. He put his hands together like an olympic diver and pushed them into the esophagus, took a deep breath, and tried to make a large enough space to get his arms and head into, stretching out his legs against the other side of the stomach. With the organ so tense it did not give way and make him slip back, but it was still nearly impossible to get purchase. 

It worked. 

A few more retches and Sophia pressing interlocked fists into her stomach, the prince somehow re-entered the tight tube of flesh that really would rather he have stayed where he was and died. The flesh tube’s owner however was not having it. And he slowly made his way upward. 

This was so much worse than swallowing him! She practically punched herself in the stomach, hoping that wouldn’t hurt the prince, and didn’t feel that much joy when he eventually was pushed out of her stomach. Her throat complained loudly and she had to ignore it and the instinct to swallow the prince back down. 

She was grateful that his hands were the first thing back in her mouth and she reached in to pull him out. Luckily she did not dislocate his shoulders or rip off his arms. He slid out onto the desk, sticky and coughing as she took deep breaths that pressed against an aching chest. Still worth it. 

Now of course she was missing her feeling of fullness. So she took her sticky prince and carried him with her to the kitchen, dropping him in the sink and turning the faucet before opening the cupboard to grab bread, peanut butter, and jelly to make a quick sandwich.

Yonah washed and dried off while Sophia observed with some sort of amusement, like one watching a pet hamster. All on her own she remembered she had his clothes. But said she’d keep them for now, he needed to get into pjs not a suit! She was right but that meant he was standing in his undies. 

“Want some?” The witch broke off a corner piece of the sandwich and held it out to him. 

Again he was reminded of a pet hamster. Still he took it. Sure he’d just been eaten but He was hungry, especially after eating so little for luch. Now that he thought about it, Sophia had been kind to wait so many hours before eating him so that her stomach was empty. Now that he though about it more, she probably just didn’t want to barf up her food, rather than do this for his comfort. 

The PB&J was really good, even she couldn’t mess that up, considering she didn’t make any of the components. The corner was lacking in jelly so it was a bit dry but much less sticky. 

A very pleasant but awkward end to his first night as her captive. Many more minuses than plusses, but as they sat munching on late night sandwiches, they weren’t enemies. And he knew one thing for certain, life with Sophia wasnt going to be boring. 

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[FIN. i hope to write more little adventures in the inverted mystic woods! Sophia is a wild witch and Yonah a bit of a funny lump. Thanks for reading]

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Predators fight: Kai Parker (as heretic, witch-vampire hybrid) vs Tyler Lockwood (as vampire-werewolf hybrid). Who’s gonna win?

in the vore world cronicles he became a sex pet for kai and klaus (who are now a pred couple) but if he became disobidiont kai would put him in his place (kai's ass)

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Bibi the Wolf Witch

Just an update in design of Bibi

@ariel-seagull-wings @themousefromfantasyland @theancientvaleofsoulmaking

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Terato/Exo Book List

Do you keep searching for that perfect novel? The one monster, alien, or non-human romance in a published work that captures you? But you just keep ending up on half-baked Goodreads lists curated by someone’s lonely mom who thinks changing a bodybuilder to the color purple is monstrous? Well look no further because I’ll read those books for you and rate them for an exophilia audience!

Right now the list is too short to be split into more categories, but as I add more I may include categories. 

They read like this: Book name, author name: Brief synopsis and sometimes a comment on it’s content, themes, or my enjoyment. {Whether or not the love interest is monstrous/alien/etc, whether it ends happy, if there was romance/sex, sometimes include if there’s major death} (a rating of my personal enjoyment out from 1 to 10)

★★★Everything is in alphabetical order. LOOK OUT FOR SPOILERS★★★

✦ A Soul to Keep (Duskwalker Brides Book 1) by Opal Reyne: “Bad omen” Reia is offered up to the human-eating Orpheus, who only wants a human companion. Reia must decide whether to risk running away or learn to like him and stay. Multiple long and detailed sex scenes and pred-prey kink. Has romance but it’s sort of 2nd to the smut. Not great but not terrible writing. Has rape victim blaming in it though, and sadly some non-consensual touching a the beginning. {Skull-head monster/human, happy ending} (7/10)

✦ Be Kind My Neighbor by Yugo Limbo: Wegg, a drifting musician, comes to the town of Baths and meets the friendly neighborhood handyman, Mr. Neighbor. They grow closer as a string of mysterious murders continue to rise in number. This one is a comic. Cults, horror, goopy gay trans love, kinky sex scenes, gorgeous psychedelic art! Mr. Neighbor is a living cloth-man with some fun things underneath (wink) and Wegg is an egg-person. I’m ALWAYS a big fan of Yugo’s work! {They’re both human shaped but Mr. Neighbor is monstrous in his own right, romance and sex, happy ending} (10/10)

✦ The Last Hour of Gann by R. Lee Smith: Amber, her sister Nicci, and a group of about 40 humans are stranded on an unknown alien planet. With the help of a medieval alien lizardman named Meoraq they travel to a temple that the humans hope is an ancient transmissions tower or skyport. It’s 421k words long, full to the brim with rape, fatphobia, misogyny, misandry, emotional abuse, second hand embarrassment... first read some reviews if you want to consider this. {Humanoid alien lizard man, romance and sex, mostly a happy ending. But way too long and rape scenes seemed fetishy} (4/10)

✦ The Mabon Feast (Wheel of the Year #1) by C. M. Nascosta: A witch ousted by her community takes a tenant into her Victorian house in order to make ends meet and not feel lonely. Turns out the only tenant she can get is a mysterious and sickly drider. She almost never sees him. Over the course of a few months things change between them and an aphrodisiac-like scent permeates the house. Things come to a head and get spicy. Very well written but sometimes overwhelmingly flowery! {Non-human spider centaur- i.e. a drider- love interest, fun but somewhat extreme sexual acts, happy ending} (8/10)

✦ Noumena Series (Axiom’s End/Truth of the Divine/Book 3 TBA) by Lindsay Ellis: A first-contact story with serious themes of xenophobia (alien and human) and severe mental illness. Cybernetic insectoid raptor-shaped alien/human romance. No human/alien smut in books 1-2, book 3 yet to be seen but the author has implied they might have sex in it. I suggest reading trigger warnings for this series. {Very non-human love interest, very sad story especially book 2. Found the plot, themes, and writing to be engaging with a few small writing-style annoyances.} (9/10)

✦ The Shape of Water (tie-in book) by Daniel Kraus: A re-telling of the film The Shape of Water. It runs through different characters’ perspectives, including the fishman. It has vague descriptions of human/monster sex, which is still more than the film gave. Ends like the movie. {Human-shaped but monstrous fishman, ends bittersweet but they don’t die, romantic. Found the writing to be somewhat droll at times.} (6/10)

✦ The Scorpion's Mate (Iriduan Test Subjects #1) by Susan Trombley: A human gets abducted for alien government experiments and learns she’s meant to be a mutant scorpion alien’s broodmare. Very generic romance novel writing, not very romantic, but sex scenes hot with fun kinks like pheromones. Has an odd kink of eating food secreted out of a dick hole though. {Very non-human, vanilla sex but non-vanilla kinks, happy ending. Generic writing.} (6/10) 

✦ Strange Love (Galactic Love #1) by Ann Aguirre: An alien accidentally abducts a human and her dog and she decides to go through challenges with him to prove they’re compatible mates. The alien is a non-humanoid insect-lizard thing with weird funky alien junk. Sex scenes are great, but I found the story and characterizations to be extremly lacking. {Very non-human love interest, interesting GNC sex scenes, bitter sweet ending. But the writing wasn’t too great. You get the sense that she was bored writing it.} (4/10)

✦{NOT WHAT YOU’RE LOOKING FOR}

✖ The Ender Saga by Orson Scott Card: Consists of Ender’s Game, Speaker for the Dead, Xenocide, and Children of the Mind. Ender’s Game is the shortest, simplest, and imo best written. The first is a sci-fi classic worth reading, but is about a child with no romance. However, it’s sequels feature a multidimensional-controlling A.I. in it that eventually falls in love with a human, becomes human, and marries him. But romance is not a part of this series, these relationships are just sorta stated matter-o-fact. It’s not what you’re looking for and Card is a bit of a nasty person. The series also has weird focus on trying to paint colonialism and religious indoctrination into Christianity in a good light, and oddly has incestuous themes.  (Insectoid aliens, “pig” aliens, multidimensional A.I./human.} (Ender’s Game: 8/10)