#back at it again with the random Christmas vore

[mmmleckerlecker]

The Magic of Christmas

Summary: Santa grants you the gift of a full year in the North Pole with him. What you don’t realize is that YOU will end up being the true gift of Christmas.

Contents: m/?; fatal vore; willing pred; unwilling prey; size-difference; betrayal; painless digestion; long-term; a little bit of soul vore?

Wordcount: 2,398

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It’s the night of Christmas Eve, and you’re already curled up, fast asleep in bed. Until suddenly you are awoken by someone gently shaking your shoulder. You blink your eyes open and are startled to find someone standing above you. You gasp and sit up. The stranger in your room is dressed all in red and sports a great white beard. As you come to, you realize you’re looking at the man himself.

“Santa Claus!” you blurt. “What are you doing here?”

He smiles at you. His eyes are as twinkly and his cheeks are as rosy as all the stories say. He’s also much, much bigger than you ever expected. You wonder how he even fits down all those chimneys.

“I’ve been keeping an eye on you since you were a small child,” he explains, his voice warm and rumbling. “Not once have you been on my naughty list, and each year I’ve admired your kindness, thoughtfulness, and your ability to bring joy to other people’s lives. It’s because of this that I want to give you a very special gift this year.”

Your heart is pounding in your chest as you ask, “What is it?”

You’ve always known Santa to be real, even when all your friends grew up and stopped believing in him. And now, to not only get to meet him but to receive such high praise from him… it’s a dream come true.

“As a gift for your enduring generosity,” Santa begins, “I’d like to invite you to spend the next year with me in the North Pole.”

Your jaw drops. You’re so honored by the offer that it takes several stuttering attempts to say, “Yes! I mean, yes please!”

Santa lets out a quiet chuckle, each set of, “ho ho ho,” like music to your ears.

“Come,” he says, holding out a mittened hand. “Let’s go.”

You spend the rest of the night at his side, flying over the earth in his sleigh. You expect to be terrified by the height and speed, but you’re not. You’re exhilarated. There are even several times you stop at a house and Santa returns carrying carrots. He hands them to you and lets you feed the reindeer.

When you’re not feeding reindeer or waiting for Santa as he drops off gifts, the two of you are engaged in conversation. A lot of it is asking questions about the North Pole. Very often, Santa’s only response is, “You’ll see.”

As you talk, you can’t help but notice the faint scent of sugar cookies that emanates from him and the way he has a habit of dotingly rubbing his impressively round belly (like a bowl full of jelly). You don’t think too much of it, however. He’s Santa Claus and he’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of.

At the end of the night, you land in the North Pole and are greeted by hordes of cheerful elves. They’re smiling and laughing as they show you around Santa’s Village before guiding you to your new room where you promptly crawl into your marshmallow soft bed and fall asleep.

The next year goes by like a dream. All the elves make sure to meet your every need. Taking you on sleigh rides, inviting you to snowball fights, teaching you to ice skate, and then always making sure to bring you some cookies and hot chocolate after every meal.

Living in Santa’s village is like living Christmas every day and you couldn’t be happier.

There’s only one small thing that nags at you. And it’s Santa himself.

You see him quite regularly, and every interaction with him is as magical as the last. But as the year goes by, you notice that he starts to lose some of his… glow. The twinkle in his eye grows dim, the rosiness in his cheeks fades away, he loses his distinctive sugar cookie scent, and even his round belly grows smaller and smaller until there’s almost nothing left.

You’re too polite to comment on someone’s appearance, but you also don’t understand how this could be happening. Everything about the North Pole is invigorating and full of life. The longer you live here, the more you feel its influence. You can even see it when you look in the mirror. Each day, your reflection glows a little more brightly, so how could Santa be losing his own glow?

In the last few weeks leading up to Christmas, you truly begin to worry for Santa. At this point, if it weren’t for the beard and red suit, you wouldn’t even be able to tell he’s Santa at all. It’s like all the magic has gone out of him. But whenever you ask if he’s okay, he simply chuckles, pats your head, and assures you not to worry. But you do worry. You even ask the elves about it in hushed tones, but they just laugh and dismiss your concerns.

On the night of Christmas Eve, Santa’s workshop is a whirl of activity as everyone makes last minute preparations for the Big Night, yet Santa looks as un-Santa-like as ever. Still, no one seems concerned about this, least of all Santa. And amidst all the other hustle and bustle, the elves still manage to find time to prepare the grandest feast you have ever seen. Turkey and ham and potatoes and gravy and green beans and cookies and ice cream and cakes and pie.

In the final hour before Santa’s departure, everyone sits down to eat. You’re at the head of the table while Santa sits all the way across from you at the other end. Every dish you try is the tastiest thing you’ve ever eaten. Even more so than all you’ve had in the last year (and you’ve had a lot of good food in the past year.) You can’t help yourself as you try each dish at the table, going back for seconds and then going back for thirds on all you favorites.

The only thing that puts a damper on your spirit is that Santa himself doesn’t really touch his food. But the elves don’t seem perturbed. They’re all feasting away. And when Santa catches you watching him, he smiles that same warm smile at you, a ghost of a twinkle in his eye.

After that, you’re too embarrassed to be caught looking at him again. You put your head down and pretend nothing is amiss. It’s only when you’ve eaten so much you feel like you’re going to burst does the feast end.

As soon as it’s over, the elves swarm about, cleaning up the table. Meanwhile, you hang back, trying to stay out of the way and nervously waiting as Santa makes a few last minute adjustments before his trip. You know your year in the North Pole is nearly up. You know the time to say goodbye is fast approaching. Something tells you that you’ll never see this place again, and the very thought of it fills you with a terrible, aching sadness.

Finally, Santa approaches, and you know it’s time to go.

“Come with me,” he murmurs once he draws near. “There’s one last gift I need to finish and I want you to be a part of it.”

You blink in confusion as he beckons you to follow. This is not what you’d expected, but you’re not going to argue. If Santa needs your help, after all he’s done for you, the least you can do is comply. Besides, if it means staying here a little bit longer, you’ll happily go along with it.

A little uncertainly, you follow him away from all the elves and into Santa’s private workshop. You’ve never been in here before, and you marvel at the wonders within. So many beautifully and masterfully crafted toys. You wonder how in the world you can help with one of these gifts. They all seem perfect already.

You hardly notice when Santa shuts the door quietly behind you. Your attention only returns to him when he puts his hands on your shoulders and turns you to face him.

You swallow as he looks you up and down with his icy blue eyes.

“Wh- what’s the gift you need help with?” you ask, thrown off by the intensity of his gaze.

Instead of answering, he merely smiles again and says, “I’m so very proud of you for all you’ve done to inhabit the spirit of Christmas. If it weren’t for people like you, Christmas wouldn’t be able to happen at all.”

You feel the heat rise in your cheeks. Your heart is soaring with elation. You don’t think you’ve ever received such high praise. “Of course,” you squeak. “You’re welcome.”

“Merry Christmas, my child,” he mutters before leaning down and planting a light kiss on your forehead. You feel a little electric shock go through you from the contact.

And then your insides shift and you freeze as things take an unexpected turn. The kiss turns into something so much more, and suddenly you feel your entire head being engulfed by Santa’s mouth.

It’s only when he begins to swallow you down that you realize something is very wrong. You start to panic. You struggle and kick and beg to be released, but none of it has any effect. You just feel more and more of your body sliding down Santa’s throat and being crammed into his stomach. By the time your feet join you inside, you’re sobbing and fighting for your life. But it’s all in vain. You’re trapped.

After several long minutes of trying to escape, you tire yourself out, curl into a ball, and resign yourself to your fate.

You can’t believe this is happening. After so much wonder and magic, you end up here, betrayed by Santa, someone you’ve loved and trusted your whole life. And you thought he loved you in return.

At least it doesn’t feel too bad in here. It’s actually quite soft and warm with a sugary sweet smell. You’re reminded of that first night you’d met Santa and the sugar cookie scent that had followed him. You’d almost forgotten about that. It had disappeared so long ago…

And then you’re surprised when you feel someone rubbing at you from outside and hear Santa’s voice.

“There you go,” his voice rumbles all around you. “Just relax in there.”

“Santa!” you call and push back where you feel his hand. “Please!”

But Santa doesn’t miss a beat. “Unfortunately, I can’t let you out, but you’re giving the greatest gift anyone can give.”

You go still. “What do you mean?”

You’re not sure if he can hear you, but still he goes on to explain. “You see, I can’t actually produce my own magic. Instead, all magic in this world resides in you, in humans. You attract it to you and absorb it. Only you all cannot sense it or control it. But I can.

“So every year, to keep the magic of Christmas going, I must take the magic from a single human who best inhabits the spirit of Christmas. The past year you’ve spent here has only strengthened the magic within you. I’m sorry to do this, but it’s the only way to rekindle my magic. I hope you understand.”

You kick out and very colorfully explain that you don’t understand, but now you’re sure he can’t hear you because you only receive a distracted pat in response. It’s then you realize there’s nothing else you can do. This is how it ends for you.

You can feel every little movement as Santa leaves his workshop and climbs into his sleigh. And then, for the next few hours, you feel him squeezing through chimneys and stacking presents beneath trees. He doesn’t acknowledge your squirms and occasional kicks beyond a distracted rub and a comforting word. So you’re surprised when you suddenly hear what sounds like him conversing with someone else.

You strain your ears and are able to make out what Santa’s saying, “So as a gift for your enduring generosity, I’d like to invite you to spend the next year with me in the North Pole.”

You go still. You know those words.

Then you hear a muffled reply from whoever Santa is talking to, and before you know it, Santa is back in his sleigh with his new human. For the rest of the night, you listen to the two of them chatting amicably. You even overhear Santa telling them that they can feed the reindeer. And every once in awhile, you can feel Santa lovingly caress you within his stomach. You have flashbacks to one year ago when you were on the outside and witnessed him doing the same.

Then everything clicks together. You’re not the first to end up here. And you certainly won’t be the last.

And so the night comes to a close. You feel Santa return to the North Pole and listen to him bid his new human goodnight before heading to bed himself. As you will yourself to sleep too, you wonder how long this is going to last…

You end up remaining inside Santa for far longer than you expect. From what you can tell, you’re in there for months. You never feel any pain, but you can tell your physical body is slowly being broken down and absorbed. It gets harder and harder to find the strength to move, but every time you do, you’re once more met with a comforting rub and a few soft words.

As the months go by, not only do you lose the strength to move (you’re not even sure if there’s anything left of your physical body to move), but you find it harder and harder to stay conscious of what’s going on outside your little prison. But you’re roused just enough when you hear Santa say one last sentence to someone on the outside.

“I have one last gift to finish, and I want you to be a part of it.”

What little remains of your consciousness flutters a bit as you recognize those words and realize it must have been a full year now. It’s time for you to be replaced.

And just as you have this thought, you feel everything slip away, and you’re met with a void of endless darkness. There’s quiet and freedom. At last, you find peace.

[ellavorer]

What did you think…? (2/2)

So, here I am with Part 2! I’ve worked really hard on these after I got such a great response.

Once again, I’d like to give a shout-out to @that-one-fandom-vore-blog. And I’d also like to give a shout-out to @gr00vyr0se, a fellow MJF fan and vore lover.

I hope all of you enjoy this second part, because I’ll be bombarding y’all with as much vore goodness as I can: headcanons, prompts, and hopefully an Ellex Christmas ficlet before Winter Break.

Also, if any of y’all have watched Netherbeast Incorporated, I might write a fic for Otto and Pearl if any of you want it.

Anyway, enough of me rambling. ENJOY!

Alex's eyes slowly opened. He ran his hand through his hair, though there was something in his subconscious telling him to keep the other hand pressed against his stomach.

Did I sleep in my clothes last night?

As he opened his eyes, he observed how everything in the house seemed... smaller. A brief memory flashed through his mind and he instinctively looked down at his stomach, which was exposed by his slightly unbuttoned shirt.

Oh, right...

The memories from last night come swirling back in his head: the panic, the emptiness in his stomach, the tears... and...

Did I actually...

Alex felt something stir in his gut and almost jumped before remembering that he was only a few inches below the ceiling, not wanting to hit his head again. He poked at his stomach, earning another movement from his prey.

"Ellen?" he asked nervously. "Are you awake?"

Ellen giggled as she rubbed at the stomach walls. "Good morning, Alex," she said with a smile.

"Oh, thank God," he sighed. "You're okay."

"Of course I'm alright," Ellen assured him, tracing random shapes onto the wall. "How are you feeling?"

"Better than yesterday. Full."

A low growl filled Alex's ears, but he didn't feel the same vibration he usually felt from under his skin. Not to mention it sounded a little muffled.

"Sorry, that was me," he heard Ellen apologize.

"Hey, that's fine," he said. "I heard last night that you shouldn't be put off by someone's tummy rumbling."

Ellen thanked God that he couldn't see her blush. She felt Alex pat at her shape, bringing her back down to Earth.

"You want me to cough you up so I can make breakfast and you can get a shower?" he suggested.

"Yeah, I guess."

Ellen allowed  herself to go limp to make it easier for him. Everything around her  tightened and the sound of his hacking cough rang through her ears. She  finally started moving upward, the muscles around her flexing, forcing  her back into his mouth. She lay on his tongue, curling into a ball so  she wouldn't make contact with his teeth.

He held her there a  moment. He couldn't help it. His tongue shifted under her little body,  once again, reacquainting himself with her taste. Drool was puddling on  his tongue, and try as he might to convince himself to spit her out gently, he ended up having to all but drop her onto the surface of his  palm.

"S-- sorry," he quickly apologized.

"No, it's okay," Ellen said, feeling herself being lowered to the ground. She set herself down onto her feet  and watched Alex shift back to his normal height.

"I'd hug you, but... you know," Alex gestured to her, bringing to her attention that she was slicked down with his spit.

Ellen laughed. "I really do need that shower. But, what are we gonna do about my clothes?"

"Just leave them outside the bathroom and I'll wash them."

"Wow, Alex P. Keaton doing laundry," Ellen mused.

Alex laughed. "And I'm sure that somehow Mallory left something behind that you can wear today."

Ellen gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you," she said.

"Ellen!" Alex pretended to whine.

"What...? Oh, right."

Alex wiped the spit away as Ellen walked up the stairs to the bathroom. He followed closely so he could get to his room and change into some fresh clothes. After he changed, he walked out of his room and saw Ellen's winter coat and clothes in a wet pile outside the bathroom door. He gingerly picked them up and went to the laundry room.

Ellen relentlessly scrubbed her entire body to get rid of the saliva. She closed her eyes as she washed her hair, her head continuously replaying everything from last night in her head: the noises of emptiness then contentment erupting from her boyfriend's stomach, his enjoyment of both external and internal massages... and he was completely fine with it once he got used to the idea.

Maybe he'd feel the same if I told him I wanted to try it...

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The pancakes seemed to be taking their sweet damn time, Alex's stomach weighing in with low, pained growls. It just felt emptier without Ellen now, even emptier than it was the last night. He kinda missed having her there. But he knew he needed to have actual food in his system before they tried it out again.

But, what he considered the most was how... eager she seemed to be. His free hand trailed down to his stomach, trying to remember the sensation of Ellen's small hands against the walls of his belly. He would've lost himself in the memory if he hadn't smelled the pancakes burning.

Ellen walked into the kitchen, dressed in one of Alex's shirts and a pair of Mallory's sweatpants that she had left behind. She caught a whiff of the pancakes, taking in the scent. Her stomach let out a deep, empty groan that alerted Alex to her presence. He turned around and saw her pressing her hand against her flat stomach.

"Impatient?" he asked teasingly.

Ellen laughed shyly, sitting down at the table. "Sorry, it just smells so good."

Alex set two plates and two glasses of orange juice on the table and sat down across from her. "I should warn you that a few might be burnt. I was... thinking about last night."

Ellen had just began digging into her breakfast when he spoke, and froze. "What about last night?"

"I... I might like it to-- to try something like that again," he confessed quickly.

"You really mean it?" Ellen asked, trying to balance her tone. "You'd like to try it again?"

"Well, I think we should probably wait until I've digested my breakfast to... try it again," Alex said. "I don't think you'd enjoy staying in there with a bunch of chewed-up mush and orange juice. Plus, you just took a shower."

Ellen laughed, taking another bite of her pancakes. "Good thinking."

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After brushing their teeth, the two of them were snuggled up on the couch watching a movie that didn't have to be returned to the video store until Monday, since the store was closed on Sunday.

But they couldn't really focus on the movie. Alex's stomach was making noises as it digested his breakfast. With each little burble, he noticed Ellen stealing glances at his middle, but jerking her head away when he looked at her.

"Here," Alex said, unbuttoning his shirt... just enough to expose his belly. He pulled Ellen close and adjusted her so her ear would be pressed against it. Within a few seconds, it let out a contented yet loud gurgle.

"To tide you over until lunch," he whispered.

In response, Ellen carefully wrapped her arms around his middle. With some hesitation, she gingerly began massaging his tummy.

"You really like this, don't you?" Alex asked, finding it somewhat endearing.

Ellen froze. "Y-- yeah."

"What about... what we did last night?" he asked, apprehensively.

"It was... nice," was all Ellen could say. "It... made me feel closer to you. And safe, protected."

"I... I feel the same way," Alex said. "I mean... since eighth grade, when I found out I was a shifter, I thought that made me a monster. But, with you... you made me see this in a whole new light. And when you were in here..." he put his hand to his stomach, "I felt like I could protect you from anything."

He kissed her head, laughing as her touch against his belly grew less hesistant.

"Maybe, around lunch, you could..." he began to suggest, but his stomach spoke up for him.

"I'd love to," Ellen murmured.

[punkenglishnerd]

Amaryllis, angelonia, aster, aubrieta, cock's comb, leather flower, rose, touch-me-not, tulip, yarrow, and zinnia! (Pls forgive if this is Too Many lol)

Omg you could never ask me too many questions! I love answering them! And I’m so grateful for you Belle because I can always count on you to ask me all these cute questions!

Amaryllis: Birthday? December 27th, two days after Christmas!

Angelonia: Favorite t.v. show? Fleabag, shortly followed by The IT Crowd

Aster: What’s one of your favorite quotes? “Fiction’s about what it is to be a fucking human being.” -David Foster Wallace

Aubrieta: Favorite drink? My favorite drink is boba (aka milk tea with tapioca pearls). I work at a boba cafe and my favorite drink I make for myself is almond milk tea with two pumps of peppermint syrup. I know it sounds weird but it’s super good!

Cock’s Comb: Favorite font? Times New Roman! That was the font I had to use when I first started typing papers in middle school instead of handwriting them, and ever since then it’s been the only font I write in.

Leather Flower: What’s your least favorite thing about yourself? There’s a really long list of things I don’t like about myself, but my least favorite thing about myself is my anxiety. It’s worse than my depression, I think, although they both feed into each other. I hate always being so anxious and worried all the time, or having that voice in my head making me overthink every little thing until I spiral out of control.

Rose: What’s your favorite sound? I love the sound of my mom’s voice. It’s the best thing in the world, especially when she calls me by my multiple nicknames. The best one, though, is when she knows I’m sad and, even though I’m an adult, she says, “oh, my little one,” and wraps me in a big hug. I can’t wait to move back home so I can be with her again.

Touch-Me-Not: How do you feel about your current job? As I said earlier, I work at a boba cafe which is really fun, but it’s just a part-time job and with my current income I’m barely above the poverty line in Hawaii. Because of this and some other reasons, I’m moving back to Minnesota next month to live with my parents! I’ll be sad to leave my job because my coworkers are awesome and it’s a really fun job, but I’m excited to move back in with my family.

Tulip: What would be the best present to get you? The best presents are always the presents where someone says, “This made me think of you.” It doesn’t have to be anything particularly noteworthy, but just the fact that it made someone think of me makes me so happy! I also appreciate cards/notes/letters more than any physical present! Kind words mean so much more to me and they stick with me forever!

Yarrow: Do you know what vore is? Yes I do. And may I say, YIKES.

Zinnia: Give a random fact about yourself. I have a twin sister! (When most people find this out they ask if we’re identical, which no, we are not lol.) She’s the person I’m closest to in the world and I love her more than words can describe! She is the best gift this world has ever given me.

Send me a flower ask

[pafsins2]

Everything Wrong With Fungus Among Us

1.This episode has no fungus in it.

2.Also, the title is not only the same as a bad SpongeBob episode, but it’;s airdate was only 1 day away from being exactly 10 years after that one aired.

3.”You have a way you wanna die?” I mean most people would say they don’t wanna die by falling. Doesn’t mean they have an exact way, just means not by this dangerous way.

4.Future Dakota doesn’t keeps everything super vague because mystery!

5.”Before I was born!” We heard you the first time.

6.”Like me in the 60’;s talking like I’m in the 30’s” This guy would be great at MML Sins.

7.Also, shouldn’t he have given Orton notes about this when he pitched the idea, not after they already started filming?

8.So Orton is inspired by these 3 to make Doctor Zone but Milo being on Doctor Zone made them go back to begin with and my head hurts.

9.Dakota randomly steals the big block so Time Ape can exist.,

10.Milo launches into his favorite episode before explaining to Past Orton what Doctor Zone even is.

11.Random SpongeBob time card reference.

12.TV production went by shockingly fast in 1965.

13.”Why do you have a cattle prod?” That’s not even the weirdest thing he has in that backpack.

14.Okay, where did his Pataschion buddies come from? He was the last one, how did he make more?

15.”Oh, Fertilize me!” You know, for kids!

16.That sin from earlier now makes less sense now that we know Dakota already knew about the future when he said it.

17.Okay, so he started his replacing plan in 1965 and everyone’s been replaced, I got that. But if time has been changed so that’s going on, shouldn’t they have taken over way before the events of MML or shouldn’t Mellisa, Zack and possibly Milo now been replaced earlier?

18.And come to think of it, wouldn’t it make more sense to replace people with power like the president so you can take over more easily? Why even replace this many people?

(And yeah, you can say it’;s a ripple effect catching up to Melisa, Zack and Sara but some of this still stands)

19.Sara’s shirt has no time ape. And it comes back so it’s a sin even if the former makes sense.

20.”I don’t see how this could get much worse” Sigh.

21.Dakota vores small plant people.

22.Of course there is a boat anchored here.

23.Spoilers, this is DEI, but since when was there a parking area here?

24.Oh look it’s Doofenshmirtz, who would have gussied it except everyone because Disney spoiled it in the promos.

25.Also, if he truly is professor time and the real inventor of time travel aren’t addressed, this sin stays. If that’s not the case, you can remove this.

26. To be continued.

But the Doof cameo is pretty amazing so…

26. Mort and Zack’s Dad are credited even though they aren’t in this episode.

EPISODE SIN TALLY: 26

SENTENCE: How has your day been progressing?

Pretty solid tally, and a good one to end. With that, we’re done with Milo Murphy’s Law for now. We aren’t sure on exactly when Season 2 starts, much less when it ends so it could be quite awhile before we return to Milo. (I need Season 2 totally done so I confidently make certain sins, ya know?)

So this exactly blog will kinda rot again, except for the odd win post I might wanna do. I’m doing Christmas Peril in July, I know that much,

In the meantime, I’m still doing SpongeBob sins and sometime around when Season 3 of that starts, I’ll do another vote for a sin type series, since I don’t wanna stick be totally with SpongeBob for too long given how much more of that show I still have to go.

But yeah, that ends Milo for now. See ya for whatever happens next.

(Side note, MML Sin Posts at the moment tend to get more Notes than a typical P&F one would. Weird, but thanks!)