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that-one-fandom-vore-blog · 2 years ago

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I do not think you understand....how much I NEED to see a forgiveness path for the entrapment short ! They NEED to be okay, really OKAY. I NEED THEM TO BE TRULY OKAY IF ONLY FOR A MOMENT ! *cries for those stupid babeys and their issues.*

[Oh, this? You guys want a follow-up, huh? Huh? Well guess what, lucky for you, I thought about it some more and an idea began to form, so here I am, writing it down. Congration, you done it.

No warnings for this one, other than previous unwilling vore, aftereffects of prolonged entrapment, and things being a little angsty, mostly at the start. Putting a cut because, again, long (word count of ~1.5k). not me crying at my own writing. I blame you guys /lh]

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You're sitting still, reading I think--or maybe just letting your mind wander--when it happens. Your breath hitches, then goes back to a steady flow for a few moments before breaking into a small sob. The walls shudder around me where I lean against them, resting my eyes (not that they have much to rest from, here in the dark). I find myself idly wondering what's on your mind.

"Hey... dear? A-are you.. doing alright in there?"

"...Mmh." You always ask me that. The answer is always the same. Physically, I'm fine. Mentally? ...Well, my verbal response is a pretty good indicator.

Your voice breaks a little as you continue. "You know I l-love you, right? Please, talk to me. I- I miss you."

"..." I can't. I can't bring myself to. I lay limply against your front, where I can faintly feel the barest press of your fingertips.

"I know you're right there, r-right here with me, but. I miss you. Please, please say something. I love you, I can't..." you trail off, breathing shaky. Waiting for something, anything. I roll slightly more onto my side.

On my face, silent tears trail through the ever-present fluids. Despite everything, I still love you too. But I can't. Whatever you want from me, I can't give it. You've already taken all that I am for yourself. And at this point, I have little hope of ever getting it back.

As the seconds pass on with still no reply, you slowly fall further into your misery, your sobs wracking my surroundings with convulsions, almost tossing me around as I brace against my chosen corner of the space. Somehow, the convulsions only get stronger, until I find myself squeezed tightly, being pushed up, up. ...Up?

I can't focus through all the commotion that follows, but I think I may know what's happening. Somehow, that tiny spark of hope that remained finds it in itself to reignite, if only a little.

Soon, but what feels like ages later, I enter a slightly more open space once more. I taste the change in the air, see flickers of light play against my eyelids. Before I can process this, what little change has come to my previously stagnant environment, I am sliding forward, falling. A blast of cold shocks my system, light burning my eyes as they fly open. I can't breathe. A short drop into gentle hands knocks the rest of the wind out of me. I gasp in the sweet, fresh air and break out coughing.

Eventually, I regain my senses enough to find myself being cradled against your chest, careful fingertips running down my back. You make quiet shushing noises in an attempt at soothing me, even as you yourself continue to shudder and hiccup. I take a deep breath, almost about to say something, but the state of my throat stops me from doing so. I think I’ll stay put for a minute. I need time to recover.

A while of sitting in your palms, my face buried in your chest with closed fists positioned to block out a bit of the glare, allows us both the time to calm down a little. Slowly, slowly, I push away from your front. Your hands still around me as finally, I look up. Squinting into the brightness, for the first time in ages, I meet your gaze. In it, I find not hunger, nor fear, nor blinding desperation, but sadness. Worry. Just a hint of fondness under the layers of concern.

Ah. There you are, love.

I try to speak, say something, like you wanted, but all I can manage is a croak. I shiver, nestling back into your hands. Not nearly as warm as what I’ve grown accustomed to lately, but certainly much better than the cool air brushing past my soaked form. You let out a quiet little ‘ah!’ and gently press me back to your sternum as you race off to go find a towel, careful not to jostle me too much. I wait out the ride with my eyes shut, simply watching my blend of emotions swirl without putting too much consideration into any of them.

I feel rough fabric draped across my back, its course texture countered by the soft touch you use to dry me off with. Halfway through, I grab the edge, making you stop, and start to dry myself off instead, hoping you’ll get the message. Luckily, it seems you do. You let go of the washcloth and awkwardly hold me out in front of you, glancing away. As I finish, I wrap the little towel around my shoulders and stare up at you, expression carefully blank.

“So, um.” You’re at a loss for words, unable to meet my eyes for more than a few seconds at a time. “W-... What now?”

“You could put me down,” I rasp. You flinch. Rather dramatically, I might add, shaken by the movement.

“Sorry, sorry. I, uh.” It’s clear to me what you’re hesitating about. Hard to forget what happened last time I made this specific request. Seriously though, it’s not like I could run away. It’d probably take a few minutes to even stand up straight. Spending (what, days? Weeks? Had to be at least weeks. Months, even? Doubtful, but not impossible) in a belly does not exactly do wonders for one’s motor skills.

With a sigh, I turn to look at one of the fingers fencing me in, forming a semicircle around my back. I absently run a hand down its length. “Please,” I add. Glancing back at you, I catch as you drop that pleading look that snuck its way onto your face. (Why, oh why did I have to fall so deeply for your stupid, adorable face?)

Finally, with no small amount of reluctance, you set me ever-so-delicately down on the surface in front of you. Physically, it’s much less comfortable than your hands, but I still feel some tension drain out of my posture when I’m supported by something other than you alone. Even with your hands settled palm-down on either side of me, ready to catch or grab or what-have-you, it’s nice to be free of your touch after all this time. Free. I’m- I’m free.

I huff. Just the tiniest little laugh of relief. You blink, unable to quite interpret such a small movement from someone of my scale. Hunching slightly to tower over me just a bit less, you clear your throat. “Is there anything I could, uh, get for you? Do you- do you want.. anything?”

I open my mouth, pause, and follow you in clearing my throat. “Food.” That was a little better. “Food would be nice.” It feels like it’s been so long since I’ve had food that was truly fresh.

“Oh! Y-yeah, um. Any, uh, kind in particular?”

“Fruit? ...Bread.” Hard to have bread when everything’s soaked by the time it gets to you. “Or something cold. Er- not too cold.” I’m still a little cold, and not exactly in the mood for cuddles to warm up.

“Okay. Okay, yeah, we can do that,” you say, scooping me up without a second thought. I shudder. Gah, we’ll.. We’ll have to work on that.

“Water,” I pipe up suddenly. Gods, how long has it been since I’ve had some decent freaking water?

“That too,” you sigh, on the edge of a chuckle.

As you walk, I turn to look out at our shared living space. It’s easy to forget how absolutely massive everything is when stuck in a tiny room for gods know how long. As much as the potential falls from such great heights are a frightening prospect, I can’t wait to go exploring again. Rediscover all the nooks and crannies I’ve personalized to my tastes. Made my own. My own little spots of privacy and respite. Mine. You’d better not have messed with them, else you may find needle-holes in all your clothing. I can’t quite hold back a snort at the thought.

You glance down again at the brief jolt of my body. I look up at you, to which you give a nervous little smile in response. I lean back into your chest, tired, but feeling hopeful for whatever may come next. Your expression softens, and slowly, I smile back--just a little, weary turn at the corners of my mouth.

Watching the light flood back into your eyes, I remember every little thing that made me fall for you. I hide my face against the warmth of your body to hold back the tide of emotion. Doing this, I hear your heartbeat, and it strikes me just how quiet it is out here. Especially as it speeds up under my touch. It seems I have failed to accomplish my goal, as I feel heat begin to spread across my face.

Ah well, that’s alright. We’re alright. ...We’re alright. It’ll take some doing, but we can go back to normal, and we’ll be alright, my love.

“I missed you too,” I murmur. You hold me a little tighter, and I find that I don’t mind quite as much as I thought.

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Good End: Complete

Maybe not Best End, but definitely up there. They’ve got some trauma to work through but it’s fiiiiiiiine. Pred takes ages to be able to put the prey down for more than 5 minutes without getting overwhelming anxiety, prey takes ages to be able to even be near the pred while they’re eating, y’know, normal things.

Maybe someday, they’ll be able to play their respective roles again, but not anytime soon, if they know what’s good for them.

Hope you enjoyed! I wrote this in one day, wooooooo

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that-one-fandom-vore-blog · 2 years ago

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weird vore idea: A experienced prey helping a newbie prey, maybe there laying in the maw of a pred and extend a hand to the newbie and bring them in and comfort them when there being gulped down and in the belly themselves

[Ask originally sent on March 30]

There was no reason for me to say that, other than to maybe assure you guys that I still have all those asks I keep saying I'll get around to. ANYWAY. I suddenly thought up a full scenario for this, so I guess now's as good a time as any to write it. (Also happy late birthday, coincidentally started this like an hour before you sent in that latest ask earlier this week)

Why do these recent ones keep getting sO LONNNGGGG- ahem. Warnings for uh, anxiety? fear of digestion for like two seconds, and somewhat more elaborate descriptions of the nomming process than usual I guess.

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I feel rather exposed, just standing on a table like this, but at least I'm not alone. Er, alone with the giant, I mean. Not that I don't trust your friend, it's just..

However you managed to convince me that this would be a good idea, I'll never understand. I know it's safe, at least. I've seen you go in on plenty of occasions, and you always come right back out, whole and happy, a few hours later. But I don't know them like you do.

Welp, I guess this is my chance to.

They lean forward over the table, propping themself on crossed arms and giving you an easy grin. You beam up at them, meanwhile all I can manage is a small, shaky smile as my eyes are drawn all-too-quickly to their glistening teeth. I close my eyes and take a breath to steady myself.

When I open them again, it's to see that you've already stepped forward, hopping right onto their offered hand with no hesitation to speak of. You quickly get situated and wave me over. I fidget, glancing around for a few moments. The giant is giving me a look they probably think is reassuring, but the playful edge to it keeps me wary. I sigh and walk forth to sit next to you before I can change my mind.

I tense as we’re lifted from the tabletop. You simply lean back, enjoying the air rushing past your face. It’s only a moment before you notice my fear, however, and your hand pressed firmly over mine helps ground me, driving away the stray thoughts of what might happen if your friend were to fumble.

As we reach the top of our ascent, you eagerly turn to your predator, scooting closer to their mouth. I simply watch, shuddering as their breath washes over us. This is fine. It’ll be fine. You wouldn’t be so excited for this if it wasn’t fine. I continue trying to convince myself of this while blankly watching the giant open their maw, giving you enough room to crawl in like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

For a moment, you disappear into the shadows of that humid cavern. You’re quick to turn around and poke your head back out, asking if I want to go down with you or if we should go one at a time. I look at your larger friend. They shrug. Up to me, then. I suppose if we went separately, I would just be letting myself get swallowed by someone I don’t know all that well without you being there to provide the immediate positive feedback that is your own excitement. Anyway.

You reach out, offering a hand and tilting your head in question. I take one more deep breath--probably the last breath of fresh air I’ll have for the next few hours--and give the firmest nod I can before taking your arm, grabbing just below the elbow for stability while you do the same to me.

You draw yourself further back into the giant’s maw, inadvertently tugging me in after you. I stumble closer, my free hand landing on their tongue to catch myself. Eugh, damp. And- moving. I don’t know what I expected.

You can only get so far in before you run into the back of their throat. At this point, you’ve only gotten me about halfway in. For as big as this mouth seems, it really isn’t all that spacious. Not enough room for the both of us at once, at least. You take in our predicament for a few seconds, then call out for your friend to make the first swallow. Wait, no, not yet, shi-

I allow myself to be pulled the rest of the way into the maw as it closes behind me, not resisting so as not to put too much pressure on your arm. I loosen my death grip on you a little, now that I think of it. Hearing your slight huff of relief just in front of me, I look up. It may be quite dim in here, but I can just make out your eyes, squinted in a smile that actually manages to be reassuring, this time.

Now that I'm paying attention, it strikes me just how still everything is. Your torso is caught in the tight hold of our predator's throat, yet you breathe easily, if a little shallower than normal. At the same time, I'm impressed at the giant's level of control. Honestly, how can they even breathe like this, with such a- a blockage where you are?

You quietly ask if I'm ready. I pause, then give a small nod. With a nod back, you call for your friend to gulp us the rest of the way down. Instinct has me gasp in a breath to hold for the trip, but this is immediately rendered moot when the force of the swallow knocks the air from my chest.

The world narrows to a thin, pulsing tunnel, dragging me down, and down, and down. I focus on drawing in tiny breaths, getting as much oxygen as I can in the enclosed space. I feel you squeeze my arm a few times. I squeeze back once before making myself go lax. The rest of the journey goes a bit more easily after that.

I can tell when we reach the bottom of the esophagus by the way our arms bend as your descent slows before mine, bringing us a bit closer. You chuckle as you pass through into the space below. I can almost feel the low vibrations of it against my face from our proximity, past the pounding of your friend's massive heart.

The laughter is quickly interrupted by a yelp from both sides when you fall into that next chamber. A jolt of pain bursts through my shoulder as your weight pulls our connection taut. You surely experience the same thing. We let go of each other at the same time, relieving the weight and dulling the pain to a low throb.

As I'm squeezed into the stomach after you, I shake out my arm and blink my eyes open to look down. Not much to see, really. If I squint, I can detect a bit of movement down at the bottom--probably you making yourself comfortable. All thoughts clear from my mind as I fall to join you down there.

I land face-first in the dense fluids below with a barely a splash. Quickly, I push myself upright and start coughing. I come back to myself to find you beside me, slowly running a hand up and down my back in a soothing motion. I sit back with a huff and a whispered thanks, catching my breath and taking in my surroundings.

Dark, obviously. Slimy. Whole buncha noise coming from all directions. Very, very warm. Humid. Squishy. Squelchy.

The walls undulate around us, pressing into us and soaking my form with the goop that exists on every surface. I shudder. This is- this... I don't like this, it- it's weird. It's all too much, why did I agree to this? Oh gods, what if they lied about it being safe? What if you were just being used as bait to eventually lure me in here so they could get two snacks for the price of one?! Or what if they w-were just wrong, and you have some sort of acid resistance that I don’t, or- Or what if they forget we’re in here and-!

This line of thought is suddenly yanked away as I am yanked into a tight hug, pressed firmly against your side. You press your face into the top of my head, murmuring a soft ‘Hey,’ over and over. I don’t notice my shaking until it’s stilled, nor the tears streaking down my already-wet face until you brush them away.

Right, right. This is- it’s fine, right? You always seem happier after these... sessions. You assure me that we’re okay, that we aren’t going to be hurt. You point out that if we were, it’d sting by now, and I’m not in any pain, am I? No tingling or anything?

And no, I admit, I’m not. Just the shoulder. You smile and start giving the shoulder in question a little massage. I sink further into your side, staring blankly into the dark.

We’re safe here, you reiterate. Nothing to hurt us. The walls are churning because they always do, the liquids in here now are harmless, and your friend cares far too much about you to ever hurt either of us.

You call out to the giant to confirm. I flinch as their voice reverberates around us, to which you give me a light squeeze. They acknowledge us with a short greeting, the front wall of the space pressing in as they presumably pat their stomach, and then they ask if we’re alright.

You respond that we are, just that I’m a little worried, is all. I look up at you as you speak, while you continue rubbing my shoulder. You ask if it’s dangerous in here, just to be certain.

They stutter, blurting out no, before briefly admitting that it could be, in theory, but even as I tense back up, they continue to assure us that no, they’d never hurt us, they could never bring themself to do that, not if they can help it.

I sigh and bury my face in your shoulder. (You hiss, briefly. I apologize and lessen the pressure, remembering our matching sore spot.) Returning your full attention to me, you make sure I know that I can leave, if I want, at any time. The point of this is to have a good experience, and if I’m not comfortable here-

I, uh. You wait patiently for me to continue as I fidget. I don’t want to ruin your- your time here. I can deal, I’ll get over it-

No, you gently admonish, telling me that I don’t need to do that, not for your sake, not for the predator’s sake. For this, I should be prioritizing my own comfort over anyone else’s. You two won’t be hurt if I leave; you just want me to be happy. To feel secure.

You mean so well, you truly do. It’s easy to see that much, at least. It’s good to know that there’s an escape from this. An out for me to take whenever I need. But still, I can’t help but feel bad about taking it, after all we went through to get me here in the first place. I want to.. I want to give this a chance, and I say as much.

You consider this for a moment, then give me another little hug, accepting my choice. With you here, I think I can take a little more. Besides, maybe it isn’t so bad in here, once you get used to it.

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I swear, I come up with a scenario and the words between each “plot” point start going on for way too long. At least it’s ~ c o n t e n t ~

And maybe I’ve figured out how to balance my fluff and angst to sprinkle some of both into each post instead of just dumping in all of one or the other. I mean, whatever works.

Not much else to say, but thanks for reading!

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#this is fucking adorable

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