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archaxwii · 1 year ago

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Only been a couple days and i already got another fic that's craaaazy. This one's a qsmp fic surrounding Hideduo and Fit's boss Madagio

Warnings: Contains; soft vore, fearplay, referenced digestion, mentions of cannibalism & former limb loss

Pac was fucking terrified.

He'd awoken in the middle of the night when he fell from his cozy bed straight onto hard stone. In a cave he knew was far from home the second he laid eyes on a creature of nightmares. In all his time on Quesadilla Island he'd never seen anything like this.

This creature was all white with short fur coating its whole body. It was akin to that of a centaur. It stood on four legs, but also had a pair of arms folded across its chest, and a second set of arms that were shorter and hung limply from its belly. It had no mouth, only a blank, short muzzle and a pair of cold slitted eyes, one yellow and one blue, and pair of cat like ears atop its head. It had a short, stumpy tail that flicked angrily. The worst was its size, it absolutely towered over Pac and was for sure the biggest creature on the island, even bigger than Bad and Foolish. Its shoulders were broad and it looked stocky and heavy, like it could crush him with ease.

He knew what he was the second he saw it.

This was Fit's boss. No wonder he was terrified of him.

"Pac, do you have any idea what you've done?" It spoke despite having no mouth.

"I-I no, I'm sor-is this about Fit?" He stammered nervously, eyes wide as the full moon.

The beast took a lumbering step closer to him." I permitted that man to come to that island for one purpose, and one purpose only. To acquire player data for me, and instead he spent his precious time befriending the likes of you and these other pathetic islanders." He growled.

"But I thought he did get-"

"In the year he was there all he managed to acquire was a meager five people's data, of what?! 33? 35? That's an embarrassment for a person of his caliber!" Madagio snarled.

"I'm sorry for distracting him! We just...grew so close, I even gave him my own data!" Pac offered fearfully.

Madagio snorted, stepping forward and bending down to be right in Pac's face." Aww, how noble of you, truly you were such a big help to the cause." He said sardonically.

Pac swallowed nervously as the creature completely filled his vision.

"Look- p-please don't hurt Fitch, he doesn't deserve it!" He pleaded.

In spite of not having a mouth Pac almost felt the beast was grinning at him." And who said I was going to hurt him?" His arms darted forward and tightly gripped Pac's shoulders, causing him to yelp." I still need him to complete our work, but he needs to not have any pesky distractions until I can get my revenge, so you need to be out of our way." With ease he lifted Pac off the ground, the jackalope wriggled in its grip but its hold was firm.

"W-what are you going to do to me? I can help- I promise!" He begged, not wanting to be taken away from his family.

"I'm sorry Paccy, but I can't have you distracting my worker. Don't worry, this won't hurt a bit~" Pac's heart dropped as a line split across the beasts muzzle and a wide, slavering maw breathed hot against his face.

A long, thin tongue flicked against his face, trailing thick saliva through his fur. The beast wasted no time sticking Pac's head in his mouth. He shrieked with fear and tried to jerk away but Madagio held him still with ease as he slicked up his face and pushed him further in.

He bucked his head upward, trying to dig his sharp antlers into the roof of the creatures mouth, but it didn't even seem to notice his efforts. Ice trailed down his spine as he realized he wasn't making it out of this.

He remembered the terror of being torn into by Cell, but this was nothing compared to that. Having his leg ripped open was infinitely better than being stuffed into this all encompassing heat, able to do nothing but stare into the darkness he would inevitably be taken into. He couldn't fight, couldn't move, couldn't do anything but watch.

Madagio shoved his shoulders in its mouth, loving the taste but wanting to get the job done as quick as possible. It's been such a long time since he had a proper meal...

Pac was met with the yawning abyss of Madagio's throat and he fruitlessly tried to squirm away.

"Please don't do this, I have two kids to look after!" He whimpered. Madagio simply huffed and swallowed heavily, sending Pac face first into his crushing gullet.

His tongue was lapping at his belly now, already halfway inside the monstrous beast.

Pac couldn't tell if the hot wetness on his face was from saliva or if he was crying. Another pulse and he was in to his hips, only his legs flailing on the outside. He could hear the slow, steady heartbeat of his devourerer, hammering in that his efforts didn't faze the beast whatsoever. His heart sunk impossibly lower.

The clawed paws now moved to grip his legs to hold them still as it swallowed again. Now only his paws were left in the open air. Just barely, over the sound of his own racing heartbeat, he could hear the labored breathing of Madagio's lungs. At least his death required some effort.

Madagio shoved the little paws inside and Pac's fate was officially sealed. Another swallow and the entirety of Pac's being was encased in the monstrous creature's throat.

Only a couple more swallows had his face pressed against the tight sphincter sealing off his final resting place, and with one hefty final gulp he slid through and dropped into the beasts belly.

His new prison was hot, but not sweltering, and large enough to not be cramped. It would almost be nice were he not about to be food for a monster.

Pac was full on sobbing now as he curled into a ball. To spend his whole life running, living in the shadow of Cell, only to be devoured by some mad cat as a punishment, for something Pac had nothing to do with. It was bitter irony at its finest. He should've let Cell eat his heart, stop his suffering so he didn't have to live in this hell.

Rage swept through his chest, and he uncurled himself and bashed his horns as hard as he could against the soft plush of the monsters stomach.

To his horror, no wound was made, the attack bounced off harmlessly. Despite the tears in his eyes and the terror coursing through his veins he clawed and pounded his fists against the walls of his prison.

Nothing was effective.

What did he do to deserve this?

Madagio hummed and stretched his arms and front legs. It felt good to be filled with something after so long being empty. He hadn't got to experience this since Vacuus was depleted of energy and his friends all perished.

He could hear the little rabbit crying and could certainly feel his efforts to harm him, but couldn't bring himself to care. Pac wouldn't be hurt unless Fit failed him again, and he was certain with his boyfriend's life on the line he would be sure to do his job correctly this time. His little arms rubbed at his belly, a vain attempt to calm his companion.

Fit was due to show up to his cave anytime. For now, Madagio was keen to relax and enjoy the angry squirming of his prey as he tired himself out.

When Fit finally arrived it was around midday. Pac had given up his fight and was now either asleep or curled up trying to be as still as possible.

Madagio was reclined on the floor of his cave, paws splayed out like a real cat, now wearing his little cape that covered absolutely nothing but was fun to wear. His side arms still rubbed at his companion, even if he didn't appreciate it.

Fit stood straight as he faced his boss, despite Madagio's relaxed composure.

"Glad you could finally make it, little one, I thought you'd keep me waiting here forever." He mused, leaning forward to lay his head in his paw.

"My apologies, boss. Could I...ask why I've been brought here? Have I not gotten enough data? I'm certain I can get more!" Fit questioned, hoping his voice didn't give away his nerves.

"Oh you most certainly can, and you will, if you want your little boyfriend back." Madagio said it so casually, but a chill went down Fit's spine.

"What...do you mean by that?" He near whispered. He had a feeling he already knew, by the way he was petting his slightly distended stomach, and if he looked close he could almost see something squirm from within.

"Don't worry, I've got him tucked away somewhere nice and safe, but you've got to do a good job if you want him back, or I might decide to keep him." Madagio didn't break eye contact as he brought his other paw down to pat softly at his belly. A mouth formed across his muzzle and a long tongue flicked out, licking deliberately over his lips and sharp teeth.

Fit was stunlocked. Almost too scared to say anything, his eyes drifted down to the beasts still-moving stomach.

There was nothing he could do to the creature, with no weapons and Madagio being so much bigger than him he was incredibly outmatched.

Madagio tilted his head, looking mildly bored." Tell you what, I'll be nice. You get me some data by the end of the week and I'll give you some time to chat with your little jackalope, that sound fair?" His tone suggested that Fit's answer didn't really matter to him.

"O-of course, sir." Fit shuddered, dipping his head slightly. He was terrified to anger his boss, worried that any wrong move and he'd never see Pac again.

"Wonderful, be good for me." With a wave of his paw, spots blacked out Fit's vision and he collapsed on the floor.

When he awoke he was home, and Fit felt more alone than he ever had.

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archaxwii · 1 year ago

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Omg its been AGES since I wrote a vore fic it's so fun why'd I stop lmao

Sorry its not mcyt I've been struggling with writing that lately so here's some S/D/V vore of my darling Shane and my oc Ember!

Warnings: Contains fearplay, mentions of digestion (none happen), safe, soft, nonsexual vore, and slight injury and blood, and alcoholism but it's Shane so that's a given

"Another one, Shane?" Emily asked as she dragged away a recently drained mug.

He gruffly nodded and she whisked away. She'd long since stopped trying to convince him to quit his nasty habit, despite her obvious disapproval.

Work was a slow, boring slog today, and with Morris looming over his head like a stormcloud after messing up a palette while stacking it left him stressed and tired. Luckily the Saloon was relatively empty today,only his fellow alcoholic Pam was with them, and she was near passed out like usual so there was no one to chatter endlessly and increase his migraine. Even Emily seemed to notice his dour mood and left him alone.

She brought over his next beer and he was swift to gulp it down. He was around 4 (was it 5?) in and it was already getting late. He was also quite hungry but he was already racking up a tab at the Saloon so he didn't want to add any food to his bill.

He sighed as he finished his beer, burping quietly from drinking too fast. He slid the mug back to Emily and paid for what he'd drank that night.

Shane gave her and Gus a half hearted wave and he stumbled out of the bar into the cool night of fall.

He trudged home, hands in his ratty jacket pockets and occasionally staggering off the path. Maybe he had drank 5...

He was brought out of his hazy stupor by a high, squeaky voice. He blearily looked around, it was just outside Marnie's ranch, but he saw no one.

'Oh right...the tinies...' he looked down and sure enough there was a very grumpy farmer looking up at him. Looks like one wrong step and he would've squished the poor fella, no wonder he's pissed.

The farmer had moved in at the beginning of spring and while living all by himself as a tiny, and making his own fortune, he'd managed to fit himself into the village pretty well. A lot of people in town liked him.

Shane was not one of those people.

Shane didn't like anyone in this town, except for Jas (and maybe Marnie), and he especially didn't like little firecrackers who were so bright and loud despite how tiny they were. Even if he did bring Shane some delicious gifts.

"Sorry, little dude, didn't see ya there." He huffed, intending to continue his short walk home.

"Hey I didn't walk here all the way from the mines in the freezing cold just for you to almost step on me! You could stand to watch where you're going jerk!" The little farmer yelped.

Shane grit his teeth. He was already in a bad mood and this was not helping. He was hungry and his house was right there.

He bent down and picked the tiny up, much to his dismay, bringing him up to his face.

"Hey keep your paws to yourself asshole!" the farmer growled, but the fight left him as he sank into the warmth of Shane's hand. Shane did notice he was shivering and his skin cool to the touch. It must be miserable walking around in the fall and winter.

"Look man, it's freezing can you just take me home? It's not that far away!" The farmer pleaded. Shane could see his icy eyes glimmering to gain sympathy.

Unfortunately for him, Shane wasn't in a sympathetic mood.

A low, mournful growl erupted from his stomach. Longing for something to fill it. The farmer seemed to recognize what was about to happen right as the idea popped into Shane's head.

"O-or you can just set me down! It's not that far I can probably make it! Please let me go I promise I won't bother you anymore!" Hm, a tempting offer, but now that his hunger had been rekindled he was hellbent on making a meal outta this farmer.

"Don't worry, kid, I've got a place that will warm you right up." He grinned. He brought the farmer to his mouth and lapped his tongue right across his face.

"Ack- your breath is disgusting!" He rewarded that smart comment with sticking the upper half of the farmer right in his mouth.

"Shane! This isn't funny, let me go!" He shouted, legs kicking furiously. Shane hummed as he slicked up the farmer. He had a savory, smoky taste to him that was absolutely delicious. Wanting more he pushed the farmers legs inside, now sealing him completely in his mouth.

The farmer thrashed angrily on his tongue, trying desperately to get a holding but Shane was quick to pin him to the roof of his mouth. Swallowing down saliva that had already pooled there.

Shane's stomach growled again, sensing the meal not too far away, and he figured it was time to finally fill it.

"Shane, I swear to Yoba, let me go!"

'If you say so.' He thought cheekily before swallowing heavily.

Ember yelped as he was shoved headfirst into his hot, tight gullet. A wave of dizziness washed over him as he was now almost completely vertical.

Another swallow pushed him a few inches lower. Another and he could hear the slow but heavy pounding of Shane's heart.

He whined at the sensation, going from the freezing air to this sweltering, crushing heat was melting his brain. He could feel his own heart rabbit-beating in his chest with fear.

Another wave and he dizzily thought about how much he loved learning about the digestive system in college, how fitting for him to die becoming apart of it. For some drunkard town loser no less.

Another swallow and he was met with a tight junction, a final one sealed his fate and his slid into his permanent resting place.

He yelped with disgust as he processed the stench of the stomach he resided in, months of nonstop drinking hadn't been kind to the organ. A pool that covered his legs must be the last dredges of what Shane had drank before meeting Ember. From what he could tell it was only beer by the unpleasant scent, but that was likely to change swiftly.

The drunken man sighed and patted his belly, and he yipped with fear as the stomach tightened around him, only for it to return to normal as Shane belched unapologetically. Shane chuckled, causing light vibrations to shake the chamber.

'What an awful way to die." He thought bitterly.

He growled, turned around and slamming his fists into the wall behind him." Let me out of here! You're gonna let me die cause I was rude to you one time?! If I did that I would've eaten you months ago!" He snarled furiously.

Shane huffed, patting his stomach condescendingly." Shame ya couldn't, aye kid?" The encounter had sobered him up quite a bit, and he was feeling much better with something filling him. He padded the short distance home and wandered to his room with no trouble. Marnie and Jas were almost certainly asleep by now. That just meant he had plenty of time to spend with his little cargo.

He shucked off his shoes and Joja jacket and slumped into bed, resting a hand on his belly.

"I swear I'll gut you Shane, don't tempt me!" The farmer threatened. He considered being nice and telling the tiny that he wasn't planning on digesting him, and he'd simply let him out in the morning after he'd had his fun, but he was enjoying toying with the little thing too much.

"I'd like to see you try, kid." He huffed as he absently rubbed his belly with a smirk.

"Alright, I warned you!" Shane winced as he actually felt a spike of pain in his gut.

"Ghh-what?" He grunted, tightening his grip on his stomach.

"I told you I just got out of the mines! No respectable miner goes in without a sword, dumbass!" Dammit, he conceded he literally asked for this. Karma was such a bitch sometimes.

The pain blossomed uncomfortably across his abdomen." Ack- I wasn't gonna hurt you kid! I just wanted to mess with you!" He growled through gritted teeth.

"Not gonna hurt me?! I'm in your stomach dude!" The farmer shrieked. Shane already felt like he had a hangover.

"Yeah and I can stop myself from digesting you, it's a giant thing, don't you know that?!" He said gruffly.

The farmer was silent for a moment.

"No...I'd never met any giants before I came to this town, I always stayed in tiny circles." He admitted.

"I thought you went to college?"

"Well students weren't really eating each other there!"

"Heh, your college sounds lame we used to do that all the time."

"You're gross dude."

Shane grinned but winced at another wave of pain." I know, but I'm not evil, I really wasn't gonna hurt you, I'm..." he sighed deeply," I'm sorry for scary you, kid, and for being such an ass to you." He murmured regretfully.

"You should be!...I'm sorry for stabbing you." The farmer apologized." I thought I was gonna die, in my defense." He added on.

Shane chuckled and gritted his teeth at the spike of pain that followed." Fair enough, I should probably go see Harvey, he's gonna be pissed at me wakin' him up so late." He sighed.

"Eh, I've had to be brought in late at night several times, I'm sure he's used to it by now." The farmer said nonchalantly.

Shane groaned, rubbing his stomach to alleviate some of the pain." Welp, this is gonna be an awkward conversation."

—

Harvey was disappointed in Shane for toying with the poor farmer and said so to his face. He asked if Shane had learned his lesson to which he'd sheepishly nodded, now painfully sober.

He'd also learned his tiny companion was named 'Ember' as well. He'd never bothered to learn the little farmers name since he tried to stay away from him as much as possible.

Harvey gave him some painkillers and antibiotics that would heal the wound within a few days, but he'd been told to stay off drinking until then, much to Shane's displeasure.

When he'd been asked if he wanted to be released Ember had actually stated he wanted to remain for the night.

"I feel bad for hurting you, and I don't wanna send you home with an empty belly." He remarked as they walked back to the ranch. Shane raised an eyebrow." You don't have to force yourself to stay in there for my sake, I can heat up some frozen pizza when I get back home."

Ember was silent for a moment.

"Well...I kinda like it in here..." He whispered so soft Shane could barely hear.

A dumb grin plastered itself across his face." What was that?" He asked.

"Grr, I said I like it! Once you get over the smell and the gross wetness it's...almost relaxing in here." He admitted reluctantly.

Shane was surprised to hear a real confession out of the farmer. He rubbed his stomach as he made his way back home. Again.

"Yknow you're not the first tiny I've heard say that, you're not even the first I've heard say that about me. Sometimes I wonder what all the hype is about." Ugh, why did he admit that? This guy wasn't his friend!

Ember also seemed surprised, judging by his silence."...Well, it's nice and warm, and it's cozy, and hearing your uh- your heart and lungs blocks out the white noise of my head. It feels like a good place to fall asleep...oddly safe." He described hesitantly.

Shane hummed." Mm, that does sound nice." When's the last time he actually felt safe anywhere? Now he really wished he could experience it. He refused to say that out loud, though.

Soon they were back in the ranch and he flopped back onto his bed for a second time that night. Hopefully no sharp pointy things would interrupt his relaxing.

He jumped at a soft sensation from within him.

"Oh! Sorry, did I hurt you?" Ember apologized.

"No, what was that?" He asked, wanting to have the feeling back.

"I just felt like I should make it up to you somehow, figured rubbing your belly from the inside might feel nice." Shane flushed a little from embarrassment, and was grateful it would be too dark for Ember to see from inside.

"It- uh- it does feel nice, you can keep doing it, if it doesn't bother you." He answered shyly.

Ember raised an eyebrow. This man was completely different to the rough, mean predator that had devoured him earlier, where had this soft side come from?!

He went back to gently rubbing the rough, battered walls of the stomach.

Ember could audibly hear Shane sighing contently from the woosh of air rushing out of his lungs. A small smile spread across his face.

"Ahhh, thanks kid." He patted his belly fondly, and drifted into sleep with ease, having the best nights sleep he'd had in years.

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