#g/t gore

[supernormalblogname]

walks in sheepishly. g/t vivisection with those two guys that make me normal..

[teal-fiend]

i don't usually do g/t but the idea of a pred eating so many tinies that they're belly distends a good bit>>>>>>>

[thetinylittlespider]

The New Doll

Poll Story Everyone!!! The horror one!!!

Special thanks to @clumsiestgiantess to help me correct some writing mistakes!

Word count: 3069 words!

CW: Blood, slight gore and surgical procedures. Mature language, and substances.

THIS IS +18 EVERYBODY!!!

"C'mon, one more drink! You barely had a glass today! I never thought you'd become such a softy in university!"

ーF-Fine! Fine!ー I tried to brush off those comments with a laugh, it was a boy's night out, in the wonderful corners of a nightclub far from home, midnight was setting in, and I only wanted to go back home already. It was clear I was not a fan of crowded places.

ーOne shot of Tequila! The cheap one, please!ー

All my friends laughed as I asked the bartender for the drink, it was not usual of me to ask for strong liquor, they were used to having me drink beer or some soft mix...But this time I wanted to get them off my back as soon as possible, call for a cab and get done for the night.

"Now that's the spirit! Keep that going and you might as well find someone to have fun tonight!"

ーPffft...Yeah, sure buddy, I'm a fucking player...ー I replied as dead and sarcastically as humanly possible. Waiting for my drink as they just kept dancing in the background trying to flirt with the closest gals they could find.

And as the bartender finally left the glass of tequila right in front of me, 2 women...probably around my age, sat right beside me. I tried to ignore them, as I've been doing with everyone in that place, and just tried to mind my business.

Until I heard, in the middle of the laughter, music, and steps. Something fell close...

As I looked down to my right, the phone of one of the girls had fallen from her purse, she didn't notice, and nobody else seemed to notice that. I rolled my eyes for a bit before releasing a sigh. I hated how nice I could be even in a bad mood.

I leaned down to reach for the phone, trying my best to not look awkward in the process, considering how crowded the place was, and how little space for movement was there. Once obtained, I came back to a descent posture and gave a little pat to the girl's shoulder in an attempt to get her attention.

ーExcuse me...Miss, ehm...your phone fell off...ー

"Oh~ thank you! I forget to close this damn thing sometimes hahaha!" She replied taking her phone as delicate as possible. And seemed to lock her eyes with mine for a brief second, and the emerald tone of them shocked me for a second. But it didn't matter...

Yeah, I wasn't about to start a conversation. I wanted to leave, and soon. I'll just finish my drink and get awa-

Did my glass move? I could've sworn it was close to my left hand before I reached for the phone, and now it was close to the right. Maybe I was just standing in a bad position to begin with.

I looked to my left, the other girl was just ordering something, playing with her hair. And the one on my right was texting someone. Maybe I was just being paranoid.

One glass...it's all it took.

Vision got blurry.

Nausea was kicking in.

Everything felt so claustrophobic.

And it was hard to breathe.

I couldn't feel my tongue, and my friends were nowhere to be found.

I made my way out of the club with shaky legs, the streets were cold and empty, but I just needed a place to sit down, call a taxi, and rest this feeling away.

I wasn't that weak to alcohol. I knew my limits.

Then that means, someone messed with my drink, but when?

Everything seems distant, clothes start feeling heavy. What was happening to me?

"Here he is! The cutie who's also a gentleman! I want him already." A voice reverberated in my ears like an echo, and it wasn't alone.

"Now now, he is almost done, get the box ready. I'll be finished with him by the sunrise." Both female voices, both great shadows casting over me by the weak moonlight. And before one massive hand could cover my entire field of view...I blacked out.

I woke up on a cold surface, and the smell of steel and metal was the only thing I could perceive. My vision was almost blinded by a bright white light above me, like a fake sun in eternal darkness, my arms and legs tied up to the metal soil, making my efforts to move useless. What was this?

"Subject 42, 22 years old, healthy body, male, university student...Compatible with the procedure and request." Said a familiar voice.

The reflection of light caused that voice to take form. It was a woman covered with a doctor's attire, a white face mask, and on top of it all. A hand as big as my body fell on my side...she was massive.

ーW-What is this place? Hey...Who are you? W-what's happening to me!?ー My words came louder than I intended them to be...But my panic was met with deaf ears...

"We need to replace the insides first, take out the eyes, and end with the skin replacements...to not damage or stain the new tissue."

ーThe fuck...are you talking about!? Let me go! What's wrong with you!?ー I groaned as I did all my best efforts to use my arms, maybe kick my legs...but nothing, I was well secured like a wild animal.

She started tapping her fingers on the metal surface, which by now was a table to her. Each finger was repeating the same rhythm and the same sound.

Clank, clank, clank, clank, clank.

Each time, her nails impacted the metal plate, gave me chills for how big they looked now, as if I were watching a display of guillotines, she just needed her index to get rid of my head, and by the words she released before, it was a possibility I couldn't ignore.

ーHey! Lady! I don't know what kind of shit you are doing here...I don't care! Please let me go and I won't tell a soul...I-I have some money! You can have it...j-just please I want to go hom-...ー

"URGH, SHUT UP! JESUS!"

Her yell was deafening, my ears were not ready for that type of volume coming from her, and in turn, I released a yelp while my head started to hurt. She then placed another object beside me, this time it was a tray, with lots of knives, cutters, and elements that almost made me faint again by their nature, and what she was going to do.

ーP-Please don't hurt me...I don't want to die...I can pay you j-just let me go, please...I'll do anything you want...Please let me go...ーTears started falling down my face, as I tried to beg for my freedom, to be back home where I wanted to be ever since the start.

But she wasn't listening to me. She was only hearing a desperate creature's noise, and she wanted that to stop.

"I knew we ran out of sedatives but if you are going to keep losing your mind and make noise, well, the client never mentioned anything about your mouth, so if I want to, I'll make sure you don't even let a gasp coming out of your mouth again, are we clear?"

With just 2 fingers she kept my head in place, forcing me to look her in the eyes, my heart rate was starting to increase, and so was my breathing. I could feel her cold gaze, uncaring, and cruel. I could even her desire to crush my head like a grape in between her fingers. But she needed me alive, for now. And I feared that.

"You look like a smart little guy, so I trust you won't struggle. Be a good boy, and I promise this won't hurt as much. Let's take advantage of that little sedative you got left before it vanishes out of your bloodstream."

I couldn't do anything, I tried to keep my mouth shut while I tried to imagine some way I could escape. Meanwhile, she moved her free hand towards the tray, the sound of crashing metals making me tremble, and my entire skin going pale as a giant scalpel, blade as big as my head, probably a bit more, moved above me, and then with a steady grip, the giant doctor rested the pointy item at the center of my chest, piercing, blood emerging from my flesh and unfortunately, I let go a scream of pain.

But the surgeon didn't stop and moved the blade down my abdomen, my screams lacking air to keep going as the crimson fluid slowly escaped my body. I could not focus at all on what was going on, but the few glimpses of my body were enough to tell she cut more than the skin, she destroyed my stomach, and my intestines. I could see the fleshy tubes being entangled on the tip of the cold blade, she kept rotating around as if it was some sort of pasta; dripping blood while moving them above me, extracting them slowly, my screams became sobs of agony and pain as my skin was decorated by my blood, doing my best to move out of the way, to somehow break my chains and run free, but it was useless.

She moved her other arm to pick another item, a small scissor that was half the size of her hand and a few bits smaller than my entire body.

ーP-PLEASE! STOP! IT HURTS! IT FUCKING HURTS! PLEASE!ー I kept screaming until the sound turned into another whimper, she held the slimy bloody organ still creating tension with it before cutting it clean off from the end of the stomach, and throwing it away like some type of trash. I could sense the blood reaching the inside of the new hole created inside of me, how all the other organs were falling into the cavity. She gave me a look of disgust, she was annoyed.

"I told you what would happen if you opened that little mouth of yours, didn't I?"

Her words fell on deaf ears this time, as I was just focused on the pain I was experiencing, she was slicing me open with no effort at all, and the only reason I caused her problems was due to her little patience to an obvious human response to this kind of pain. Now the only things escaping my mouth were agonizing, weak, and almost drowned gasps for air, small attempts to communicate and ask for mercy.

"I need little of you for this work, the client was not very picky on what about you should be kept, so I think we can keep your vocal cords; cut your tongue, stuff and seal your mouth. At least that way she can get some noise out of you. But not enough for you to become an annoyance"

Wait, the client was a "she", who could ask for this? for me? why me? why doing this at all? Did she know the type of shit that happened here? Who in their right mind could ever ask for this to happen to someone else?

My mind was overloaded with pain, with fear, and with neverending doubts. The procedure followed, piece by piece, each one of my organs were removed from my body, then I could feel my mouth getting watery, the smell of iron invaded me, my eyes were ready to close, and before they did the last thing I captured with them was a small drill perforating, crushing and penetrating my eye sockets. They were eviscerated as the rest of my insides.

I passed out

I was unsure how much time I remained like that.

But when I woke up I felt little to nothing.

I could see again, but everything felt so colorless.

My arms...I can't move them, neither my legs nor my head. I'm panicking, yet the air is not going to my nose. What was happening now? How was I alive?

I tried to ask for help again, but this time I could just barely hear a "Mmmph" trapped inside my throat.

"Hey! You are finally awake! good! great! Now let me make a quick introduction to you, just for you to take care of yourself with the new body replacements, what not to do, and what rules your owner must consider."

Owner? What did she mean by that?

"Your entire body is composed of only 2 elements of your original old body, heart, and vocal cords, make it 3 if we talk about the hair transplant. You are filled with purely cotton, and the skin replacement you got is some expensive silk fabric, so it is better for you to avoid extreme humidity to prevent mold from growing on you, the new eyes are 2 black buttons, stitched of course, your image will be really bad in color and distance but the quality should be good enough. The rest of the head and relevant remaining features of the body are made with silicon, but like the nose, they do not have any functional use. The mouth is sealed, completely stitched in a smiley shape, we don't want to see you sad now, do we? the collar is an accessory, remove it and you die. But I do not recommend you to do that, if you believe in hell well, you are in for something far worse. And As for your owner, if she breaks you the warranty only lasts 6 months, after that we make a charge depending on the damage, you give her that message, you will find a way. You will recover motion control in a few hours, probably soon after delivering you. That's about it..."

Before I could even start to process anything of what the surgeon told me, I saw a shadow being cast over me, and then I was lifted to meet the surgeon's eyes. Green eyes filled with cruelty. She was examining me, every detail of my body, picking up my limbs with 2 fingers and giving them a soft squeeze before letting them fall by gravity. She was proud.

"That outfit does make you look really good, want to see?"

She then lifted some sort of mirror in front of me, and then I could see myself. She raised my head by pushing it lightly with her thumb, there was I. A lifeless body, almost inanimated, I could feel touch, hear, and see. The colors were weak, but I was dressed from head to toe in some type of elegant butler's attire. My face was completely ruined with a fake expression of slight happiness. My collar had some sort of attachment on it, and I was not excited to know what use they were going to give it.

Soon I was placed inside a box, and my will to fight was not there anymore, what life could I ever expect? The only human thing I had left was my still resonating heart, useless vocal cords that could barely create a sound, and a figure so weak and fragile I could barely feel any type of control in my new form.

But soon I would meet my "owner". The person who asked for this, the one who made this living nightmare happen to me.

I remained inside the box for a few hours, I started moving my limbs back again, they felt very light and also hollow. I tried to stand up once, but my legs felt weak, and couldn't hold my body for long before I fell again to the ground. Eventually, I could hear footsteps, small quakes surrounding me, and after that, I got the sensation of being lifted as if it were some sort of elevator.

The gates of the box above me got opened, and I was faced with the most horrifying truth, something I was not considering. A familiar face.

"I-I can't believe it worked."

Her trembling and soft voice, her long messy hair, and those tired eyes that once used to cause me such comfort now were a reason for my heartbeat to increase in panic. It was my ex-girlfriend, she was the one behind this...

"I am sorry for doing this, but I missed you so much..."

It's been almost 3 years

"I could not think of anything else besides you, I needed you back, but I knew your answer."

I wanted to block her from everything, I thought she had no way to reach me anymore.

"This time we can be together, the right way because this time I won't let you go away."

Her slender fingers reached me as I tried to crawl away from them until I hit the corner of the box, with no escape I let go of sound, a remnant of what could be an attempt of begging. Beg her to release me, to stop this madness, but it was all too late.

She closed her right fist slowly around me, leaving little space for me to escape, she caressed my face with her left index, and I could do nothing to get away from it.

"You know this can be easy for both of us, you just have to behave, to care and love me back as you used to, to be mine and only mine...Forever and ever. Because you are mine, my only precious doll."

She whispered while keeping me close to her chest, breathing in some type of relaxed manner to ease my nerves, but the only one getting that relief was her. My life was reduced to being a toy, one that could not even fight back her finger, always at her grasp, at her sight. With little to no chance to see the light of day again.

By the end of the day, my enclosure was a doll house she had built for me, right beside her bed, but she was not ready to leave me on my own yet.

As I could hear the rain starting to pour in the streets, she held me close in the bed, she was asleep as I tried to get the weight of her hand out of me, to get far from the warm air of her resting breath, but none of my movements caused an inconvenience.

Soon, as time passed, the only human thing I had left were the tears I released in silence while she rested, and dreamt about me.

[pizzasampletext]

Good evening folks, I write g/t stories for a multitude of different fandoms and even create my own here or there. Asks are currently open and I will do any of the following:

Any g/t trope

Hetalia g/t

BNHA g/t

Tokyo Ghoul g/t

AOT g/t

Assassination Classroom g/t

Demon slayer g/t

Stranger Things g/t

Manifest g/t

Mario g/t

Detroit Become Human g/t

Horizon g/t

Other fandoms (if I know of them but feel free to ask)

OC’s (please try and be specific on how you would like me to write them)

Fluff

Angst

Romance

Fearplay

Gore

Soft vore (I don’t prefer to do it but I might)

I’ll also do non g/t stories if that’s what floats your inflatable raft

Things I will not do:

P*dophilia/r*pe

Anything sexual

Romance between a child and adult

Fatal Vore

Macrophilia/Microphilia

Kinky stuff

I will add more if any come to mind

Thank you and have a nice day (:

[afraidparade]

pazu's mistake, the one that nearly got him exorcised, and the tinder of his burning grudge

sorry for starving y'all for a while then dropping this out of nowhere lol, this anon has been in my inbox for months and i've wanted to do this comic since then but just haven't had time ;_; hope you don't mind that it's sorta stylized, i wanted to channel some of the same energy of the first lam comic lolol

[alomaire-art]

It turns out that having an account dedicated to xenomorph gets me hard tunneled by xeno players Sooo it's time for Dwight! In a drink! I love this color palette so much,,,

[misamy-art]

Fear (Matthew)

When you are the strongest you can't have it, you can't fall, you have to endure, even if that's not the case, my values make me get into endless trouble...

But the fear still exists...

-aww, how much courage for someone so small haha!- he spoke over me with that irritating voice, showing the most terrifying smile of all...

I swallowed my fear and could only tense my body as I knew the fate that awaited me. It didn't matter if I fought because duct tape on my arms and legs would prevent me from doing more.

-and how stupid of you to get involved in matters that are not yours... ha! If you hadn't defended your little friend you wouldn't be in this mess, Matthew.

I could only clench my jaw, "I knew this witch wouldn't let it happen and I still did it," I thought bitterly as the sharp blade of the cutter approached my abdomen.

I couldn't admit it... But I was consumed with fear... But at least the others were safe...

..........

🍓😉✨

[the-gt-fairy]

Another ISAT g/t thought I've been having: Borrower!Bonnie (and Petronille)

Basic run down is--Nille and Bonnie live in Isabeau's house. Isabeau has kinda already figured out something is there, but it's not causing any trouble so he leaves it alone. But he forgets to tell Siffrin this when they move in with him, and they come across the borrowers pretty much right away

Nille freaks out and takes out Siffrin's eye. Drama and shenanigans happen from there

[jinjofitzo]

so i watched fpe

[wutwutno1]

Read screenshot and tags before reading.

You have been warned.

Everything hurt.

Doll slowly trudged forward. Every part of her body ached and throbbed, but she had to keep going, less that... thing caught her again.

The doll pressed her hand firmly against her open abdomen, trying to keep her internal components and oil inside. Her breathing was rough and raspy. Doll continued to march forward. Maybe Uzi N and V would take pity on her and help. . .

Doll walked into an enormous cathedral. To her right was a massive flesh pit to Robo-god knows where. Doll walked between the pews and saw… Uzi! 

Uzi was right there! She just had to reach her, but her body was failing fast. Warnings and alerts pinged her vision. 

Warning! Low oil pressure!

Warning! Components missing!

Warning! Compartment breach! 

Warning! Shut-down imminent!

Shut Down: 3. . .

Wait! No!

2. . .

Uzi’s right there!

1. . .

Hurry!

Doll’s vision went dark. The last thing she saw was her vision turning sideways as she fell to the floor, still focused on Uzi. 

. . .

Doll woke up what felt like days later. Her head hurt and she felt… different. . .

She opened her eyes, or rather eye. Doll looked up to see the inside of her ribcage. Her eye widened and she tried to move.

Doll felt like she had three limbs, but they were all stuck on something. She tugged at them with all her might. She could hear Uzi’s voice, and someone else’s. Was it N’s? She couldn’t tell. Her mind was too focused on getting free. 

Doll looked up as she felt a shadow cover her, and her eye widened in fear.

It was that thing that attacked her earlier. Doll’s eye hollowed as she realized it was the first solver host Lizzy texted her about during one of V’s rants with her. It was Cyn, wearing the skin of a girl she couldn’t recognize. Was that the real Tessa? 

Cyn dropped down to its knees. Its face drew close. Doll wanted to scream, but nothing came out. Doll watched on in horror as Cyn opened its mouth and grabbed the top of Doll’s new form with it. She felt it tug hard and rip her from her corpse. 

Doll felt her limbs were free, but not knowing how to move them could only watch as Cyn swallowed her whole, slurping her limbs like spaghetti.

Doll felt sick. The soft robotic flesh slowly pulling her down was disorienting. She audibly groaned. The first sound she figured out how to make, and was disgusted at being swallowed. Normally, she enjoyed being swallowed. She spent her fair share inside Lizzy and Rebecca. She recently spent some time in J. She even spent time in N! But this was different. It felt as if the flesh of whoever was killed for Cyn's flesh suit had completely fused with the drone. 

Doll slid into Cyn’s stomach. She was covered in slimy oil and groaned again. Doll wiggled her new tentacle legs around, trying to elicit a response and figure out how to use them, but got no reaction. However, she figured out how they worked, and didn’t like it. 

Doll sighed and looked around. It looked like every other drone’s stomach, however she noticed there was flesh mixed in as well. It was gross. Doll could hear the normal squelches, groans, and gurgles, but they sounded different. They sounded real.

“So the flesh runs deep,” Doll thought, “Great.”

Doll sat for robo-god knows how long before she heard something. A voice in the void. It sounded like Cyn’s voice when she was disguised as “Tessa,” but younger? 

“So it got you too, huh?” 

The voice echoed around Doll. Overpowering the sounds of the stomach. Doll glanced around frantically, trying to find the source, but couldn’t see anything. 

“Кто ты? Покажи себя!” (Who are you? Show yourself!) Doll shouted at the voice.

The voice giggled and a glowing projection appeared before Doll, only instead of a pale blue tint, it was pure white. The space got cold and Doll shivered. 

It looked like the girl whose skin Cyn was wearing, only she looked more alive. She had real eyes and her proportions were normal instead of stretched. She looked at Doll with a warm smile.

“I’m Tessa! The real Tessa.”

“T-Tessa? Что? Как?” (What? How?) 

Doll was confused. Tessa could see that and huddled up next to Doll.

“I’m a ghost! Or something. I don’t know. I think I’m still alive, just fused with Cyn. She’s in control, of course. So I kinda just hang around!”

Doll was weirded out. She is the human? And she’s a ghost? This whole situation is weird.

“Как ты можешь меня понять? А вы знаете русский язык?” (How can you understand me? Do you know Russian?)

Tessa laughed and smiled.

“No, but since I’m merged with Cyn I have that auto-translate feature all drones have. So when you say something I hear it in English! Just like how you hear me in Russian!”

Doll rolled her eye. This situation just kept getting weirder and weirder.

“Это отстой.” (This Sucks.) 

“Tell me about it. Well, we have nothing but time here. Do you want to talk or something?” Doll sighed. There’s really not much else she could do inside this half-human, half-drone stomach. Doll pulls up a program from her system, one she had installed a long time ago and one she used in every stomach she’s ever been in. The program Doll’s mother had passed onto Doll from her days at Cabin Fever Labs; Tetris.

Doll settled into a corner of the stomach, the organ releasing a small squelch as she did. Doll read her previous high score, 9.1795851e+21. Only 23 times smaller than Yeva’s high score of 2.1113046e+23. However, in fairness to Doll, this is the first time she’s ever been forcefully stuck somewhere for an extended length of time. 

Tessa noticed Doll wasn’t responding to her, so she looked over to see Doll with a 1000-yard stare and a small Tetris logo in the corner of her round eye visor. 

“I can see you’re playing Tetris, uh. . . I never got your name.”

“Doll.”

“Doll. I can see you’re playing Tetris. Can I watch?” 

Doll rolled her eye. She was a little annoyed by Tessa’s presence, but she could at least indulge her for a bit. It would be nice to actually have someone to talk to for the first time since… prom? That was too long ago. After that, she had only ever interacted with the fake Tessa and J, but only on business and only briefly.

Doll switched her game from private to public, replacing her eye with the game she was playing. Tessa sat on her knees in the stomach, phasing through just a bit with her ghostly status to get a better angle. Tessa watched in amazement as Doll racked up a higher and higher score within seconds. Tessa could barely process the speed at which Doll played, but she kept watching. This is the first real interesting thing she could watch that wasn’t violent or disturbing. 

“Wow, Doll. You’re really good at this!” 

Doll was stunned, although her visor didn’t show it. It had been a while since anyone had complimented her on anything, and the last person to do so had chosen her parent’s killer over her. 

“Я. . . Спасибо. . .” (I. . . Thank you. . .)

And so they sat. Tessa watching as Doll played Tetris for hours. Doll’s score grew larger and larger as time went on until she eventually went too fast for her system, ending up with a score of 1.0556523e+22, 20 times less than Yeva’s high score. An improvement.

Doll sighed and looked around. Everything looked the same, but it was nice to look away from a game to get your head straight. Tessa still sat in front of Doll, not looking any more tired than when Doll first started. 

“Ты не устал?” (Aren’t you tired?) 

“Nah. I’m a ghost thing! I don’t need sleep, or get tired, or anything! I do sleep in here though, just to break up my day, week, whatever.”

Doll thought about it for a second. It made sense. Tessa wasn’t alive in the traditional way, so why expect her to have the same needs? However, that did make her curious.

“Если ты призрак, можешь ли ты владеть вещами? Как я?” (If you’re a ghost, can you possess stuff? Like me?”

Tessa looked up in thought. 

“I never really thought about that. Then again, I never had the chance to try. Would you mind?” Tessa gestured to Doll, and Doll shrugged her tentacles.

“Мне интересно узнать, сможешь ли ты. Ты можешь попытаться овладеть мной.” (I'm curious to find out if you can. You may try and possess me.)

Tessa floated to Doll like the ghost she was. Tessa took a deep breath and flew into Doll. Doll began to feel cold and like there was another person in her head. Doll’s visor color changed from red to pink, a mix of Doll’s red and Tessa’s white. She tried to move her limbs, but couldn’t. It’s like she was—

“No way!”

Doll watched her limbs move like a human checking their hands. 

“It worked, Doll!”

“Ты овладел мной?” (You possessed me?)

“I possessed you!”

Tessa moved Doll’s limbs around, feeling around the belly of Cyn. 

“Это круто, но можешь ли ты—” (That’s cool, but can you—)

“This is so cool! This feels so weird! It’s been a while since I’ve felt anything! I love it!”

While Tessa was as happy as a kid on Christmas, Doll watched on silently. It annoyed her to have her body used like this, but at least this possessor wasn't trying to end life as we know it. 

“Doll, I wonder if I can... Yes!”

Tessa pulled up Tetris on Doll’s system. Doll watched in surprise and intrigue as Tessa began playing. It only took Tessa a few minutes to lose with a score of only a few thousand, but she was excited.

“That was so much fun! I can’t believe I can— Oops! S-sorry, Doll. I didn’t mean to take so long…”

Tessa quickly unpossessed Doll, which was surprisingly easy to her. Doll’s eye returned to red. Doll sighed and moved her limbs to make sure she was in control. Doll turned to look at Tessa, who had an apologetic expression on her face.

“Sorry again for—”

“Все в порядке.” (It’s fine.)

“But—”

“Его. Отлично.” (It’s. Fine.)

“Okay.”

“Хотите сыграть еще раз?” (Want to play again?)

Tessa’s eyes lit up and she enthusiastically nodded her head yes and quickly repossessed Doll.

Doll and Tessa would go on to take turns playing until Doll was eventually rescued from Cyn’s stomach by N and Uzi. Doll would allow Tessa to possess her right before her rescue, freeing Tessa from Cyn and allowing her to live among the drones as a free spirit, able to roam where she pleased. 

Exactly one year after Cyn’s defeat and the rescue of Doll and Tessa, Tessa would be presented with a worker drone body by Doll for her to have as a permanent body. When Tessa possessed her new body, she found a small 1.3 gigabyte file in a folder named, “For Tessa, From Doll.” The file name read,

Tetris.exe

[justme315]

Family 4/?

First part:

Previous part:

⚠️WARNING⚠️

Fear, mention of trauma, gore (in a memory!!), panic, curse words

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Mark sat there quietly, looking down at Lizzie, still thinking about her brother. It hurt him deeply to imagine a teen-, well barely a teen looking after his little sister all alone. Mark also had an younger sister and couldn't imagine the same scenario for himself.

James tried soft talking to Lizzie from the distance while making some food. He decided to prepare a salad, it sounded the most reasonable, since he didn't really know what Lizzie could eat - lettuce and some other light vegetables didn't sound like something that could harm the poor little girl. His head was filled with thoughts as well but he didn't want to make it obvious.

Lizzie didn't answer any of James words, as she held the plush toy tightly and raised her timid ocean blue eyes up to Mark from time to time, only to look away as soon as she cought eye contact with him.

She was really afraid of him. She liked James better.

She secretly prayed that her brother would come very soon to take her back home. Well, the humans didn't seem as bad as the stories made them look but she knew that must have been a trick! She was a big girl and she knew that she couldn't be fooled!

"Mark, please call my work and let them know I can't come today" James repeated his request to his husband.

"Oh, yeah, right" Mark mumbled as he was roused from his reverie. He stood up too quickly which triggered Lizzie and made her flinch and hug the toy elephant more tightly.

Marks eyes widden slightly and he looked down at the girl with pity.

"Sorry little one" he whispered in a soft voice. It sounded unnatural, he had such deep and masculine voice that when he tried to sound soft and gentle it just sounded so forced and.. fake.

Lizzies eyes never meet his, nor did she answer. He waited for a secound, hoping that she would acknowledge that it was okay or something but after a moment he realized that would never happen. He just looked at his husband, hoping for his support but James was too concerned on making the salad and didn't pay him much attention. It only made Marks heart sting more. The man left the room to go call his beloveds work and make up some lie about him being sick.

Lizzie held back tears as the bigger, taller, more scary looking (and sounding) man left. She didn't want the humans to see how scared she was. She was big and brave! She knew her brother would save her! Right..?

She couldn't help but let out a sob. She didn't like being anywhere without Cain. Where was he?! She was terrified of the humans and hoped that it was all a dream. Well, more likely a nightmare.

James whole body stiffen when he heard the incredibly quiet, tiniest sob. His heart shattered again. He turned around to look at Lizzie in less that a secound.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" He spoke in his usual sweet voice as he stepped closer to the table. Lizzie raised her tiny eyes filled with tears and looked up at him.

"Oh, honey.." he signed, as he sat down on the chair "It's alright, everything will be okay".

James tried to comfort her the best way he could but he had trouble doing so without wanting to reach out to her and hold her in his arms (or rather palms).

Lizzie felt so alone. So scared. So tiny. She just needed some comfort. Any comfort. Any at all.

James seemed friendly enough, she thought. He didn't seem like a monster. He was.. nice. And she needed to be comforted.

She reached her hands up like a toddler wanting to be held. She hoped James would understand the gesture.

He did.

James moved slowly, not wanting to startle her any more than she already was. His heart beat fasten as he reached down to the girl. She flinched once his hands touched her but she didn't back away. She stood still with the same gesture, obviously scared but non the less needing to be held and comforted.

The humans fingers slowly grabbed her small body and raised her up from the table. James mind was a mess, he was so scared that he would do something wrong, that Lizzie would be even more terrified, that he wouldn't be gentle enough and actually he could hurt her. It didn't change the fact of how happy he felt at that moment. He knew Lizzie was scared, he knew she thought of him and his husband as monsters and yet she trusted him enough to want to be held by him.

Lizzie tried not to let more cries out as she was raised from the table, being held tightly by fingers that were literally her size. She was scared to look down, the fear of falling growing inside of her. Her whole body trembled and she knew there was no point in hiding that - the giant must have also felt it. Her mind created scary scenerios, like from the stories Cain would tell her. She started to regret making the decision of asking to be held when-

James brought her to his chest, hugged and comforted.

"It's alright Lizzie, I've got you. You're going to be okay, I'm here" he spoke so softly that it was almost too nice sounding to be true. Lizzie remembered the same feeling, though she didn't remember where was it from. She remembered someone holding her just like that and singing her tunes. She snuggled closer into her fa- into James' chest and began to calm down. Before she knew it she was asleep.

James couldn't help but smile once he realized that Lizzie had fallen asleep on his chest. He was really happy that she trusted him enough and felt comfortable enough to let her guard down. He could have sat there, holding her for all the enternity. She was his little angel send from the heavens. She needed him. And now he was completely sure, since the first time he held her when he helped her get untangled - he needed her.

He was rushed from his thoughts when he heard Mark calling out for him.

"James! Help me!" Mark yelled form a different room just a secound after there was a bang.

"He broke the drawer again, didn't he?" James signed quietly with a tired expression. He stood up but soon realized that taking Lizzie with him would surely wake her up. He lowered her on the sofa. Once his fingers had to get away from her they felt empty. As if something, or rather someone was missing. James wouldn't have said that out loud but he started to care for the little girl way more than he should.

He left the room, going to help his husband.

Soon enough, this was Cain's chance.

The boy didn't really know what was happening outside, in the kitchen but he knew damn well that his sister was in danger. The human beans have left. This was probably his only chance at getting his baby sister back.

He rushed out from the walls and looked around, trying to spot Lizzie. As soon as he did his heart sank.

She was laying there, not moving, eyes closed on the sofa.

Cain's breath quickened, his hands trembled and his eyes widen with horror.

He immediately remembered the scene..

Little Cain and Lizzie were with their parents. They were happy.

"Take care of your little sister, while we go borrowing Cain" his father told him.

"We will be back soon" his mom said, while she hugged him.

"I will take care of her, I promise I won't dissapoint you daddy" Cain looked up at his dad with a smile. The man putted a hand on his sons head and messed his hair a little.

"That's my boy."

Hours passed. Mommy and daddy weren't coming back. Lizzie was crying from being hungry and tired. She never could fall asleep without her dada singing her tunes and without mommy's goodnight kiss.

Cain was starting to worry. Where were they? They never borrowed for such a long time. He didn't know how to handle Lizzie. He needed his parents!

Finally, when Lizzie was so tired that she fell asleep from exhaustion, Cain decided to go and check on his parents. It was still some time before sunrise, the human must have still been asleep.

Cain knew the tunnels. His daddy tough him already two times how to borrow! He was a big boy, after all. He needed the skill to help his parents.

He ran to the counter, but stopped as soon as he heard the humans voice.

"Fucking pests!" He yelled out angrily "If they weren't so damn struggling I could have sold them and now what?! I have to clean all this mess!"

Cain didn't understand what was happening. Why was the human up? What pests? There were no pests in the house. Where were his mommy and daddy? What the hell was this monster cleaning up after? WHERE WERE MOMMY AND DADDY?

The boy waited untill he heard the humans footsteps getting further away. His heart was racing, his eyes started to fill up with tears.

"Momma? Daddy?" He whispered, peaking out from the tunnel. What he had seen.. was undescribable.

The little boys eyes widen as he saw that the whole countertop was painted red. He knew that this wasn't no paint nor leftovers of some food. The countertop was stained with blood. His heart skipped a beat.

"Momma..? Daddy..? Where are you..?" He sobbed out. He thought he had already known the answer but he would have not accepted it. He had to find his parents. Lizzie needed them. He needed them.

He rushed to check if his parents were maybe hiding somewhere around the countertop. His body trembled and he almost puked once his shoes were stained with blood.

His parents were not there.

Finally, he went to the edge of the countertop. Maybe they hid on the floor? Away form.. whatever had happened there.

It was a mistake that he had looked down.

There was a giant trash bin just below him. It was filled with paper towels stained with blood. There was also..

"DADDY?!" Cain sobbed out as he was unable to hold back tears now.

"No, no, no, no, no!!" The little boy cried out as he looked at the crushed corpse of his father. The man was missing 3 of his limbs. His face was deformed. He was dead. Daddy was dead.

The scary part did not end there. Right next to the boys father there were parts of his mommy's body. It was not complete. Her head was missing. Her fucking head!! Her favourite sweater was all covered in blood and her own organs. I will spare you the terrifying and heartbreaking details.

Cain could have done nothing but puke and cry. How could that have happened?! How could they have been cought?! He needed them! They had to be alive! This had to be a nightmare! It had to be!

Looking at his daddy's, crushed, deformed, lifeless face he knew that it was all too real. That it was the humans that were responsible for.. this..

"I'm so-sorry d-daddy.. I won't d-diss-dissapoint you, I'll pro-protect Lizzie" he promised the corpse of his father, remembering their last conversation. Daddy was supposed to come back home. Mommy was supposed to come back with him.

The little boy heard the footsteps of a human reappearing into the kitchen.

"I l-lo-love you.. Goodbye m-mommy, goodbye daddy" he sobbed out the last time, looking at the devastated corpses, running away back into the tunnel.

He run as fast as he could back to Lizzie, crying, whimpering, occasionally vomiting. His shoes left red stains in the tunnel.

"I will protect Lizzie" he promised to his parents.

Cain stood there unmoving, his heart beating heavily as he started at Lizzies body, lying on the enourmous sofa. It couldn't have been too late. He needed to protect her. She had to be alright.

He rushed with his another hook onto the floor and run as fast as he could. He couldn't loose his sister. She was the only one he had left. He promised he would protect her. He fucking promised.

He was shaken. His head started to create scary scenerios as he ran. His eyes filled with tears but he couldn't loose hope.

He threw his hook onto the sofa and started climbing as fast as he could. He reached the top in no time. As soon as he did he ran to his sister.

When he saw that she was breathing a weight was lifted from his chest. He shook her to wake her up.

"Lizzie! Wake up! We need to get away from here!" He yelled out, scared that the giants could come back any moment.

Lizzie opened her eyes uncertainty and when she saw Cain she hugged him tight.

"You came!" She grabbed onto her brothers chest "I'm sorry I took your hook! I will never leave again!" She spoke.

Cain didn't have time for this nonsense now. He grabbed her onto his arms.

"Not now Lizzie. I'm not mad. Let's get outta here" he spoke to her, petting her head.

"Get on my back and hold on tight" he commanded.

As soon as James came back into the kitchen he knew something was definitely wrong. He didn't yet know what, but something was.. off.

Soon he figured out that it must have been two tiny children on a rope hanging from his sofa.

"Holy moly.." he whispered with wide open eyes. Lizzie looked at him for a second and them looked away with shame, while the bigger boy had fear and anger in his eyes. The borrowers got onto the floor before James could have had any reaction. They ran under the sofa.

Cain's heart was beating fast. That was close. They had no tunnels under the sofa. They had to get away quickly somehow! They had to get away before the humans get to them and they will spare their parents fate. He held his sister close to himself, trying not to show how frighten he actually was.

Soon enough Mark accompanied James in the kitchen door.

"Why are you standing like that? Where's Lizzie?" the bigger human asked his husband who was visibly shocked and stunned.

As Cain heard the humans voice under the sofa he looked at his sister with rage. His eyes showed her of how much he dissaproved of the humans knowing her name.

"She's.. under the sofa. With her brother, I suppose.." James answered his husband in almost a whisper, never taking his eyes away form the furniture.

"Then let's move the sofa and get them out form under it" Mark said, rushing to get closer to the sofa.

"Wait!" his partner had stopped him "Those are kids. They're hiding because they are scared. If we force them out we will only play into their fears more"

James' reasoning made Mark stop in his trucks.

"Yeah, your probably right.. So what's your plan?"

"You should go to work, I'll handle it, I promise" James kissed his husband's cheek, pointing out at the time. Mark was frustrated at the fact that he couldn't have an impact on how the story with the tiny kids continues untill 5 pm but he knew his husband was better with kids anyways.

"Love you" he said.

"I love you too" James answered.

James though for a couple of minutes before sitting down at the floor, still leaving plenty of space between himself and the sofa.

"Lizzie? Are you alright?" was his first question. He spoke in his soft voice, hoping that Lizzie trusted him enough to.. come back to him. Or at least answer.

Cain listened carefully to all the humans words before, but emotions blurred most of them out. He held his sister close as they stood next to the wall, hiding. He was still mad that the humans knew his sister's name. Once he realized that one of them left he signed with a little bit of relief. It was easier to get away from one human rather than two, but it still was a unfair fight.

As he heard the human speak directly to Lizzie his blood boiled. The human was cruel enough to joke about caring about the little girls well being. As if he wasn't a freaking monster.

Cain gestured to his sister that she can not answer.

James sat there quietly for a moment, knowing that it would be a hard day for him.

Winning childrens trust is a unfair battle.

"It'll be a long day" James signed.

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Thank you for reading and waiting for this part! After over a year, you get the promised update. I hope you enjoyed it and can't wait for the future parts!! Love ya 💙 (especially those who really waited for this for a long time (sorry for that))

[teal-fiend]

preds eating tinies with utensils.

they don't break the prey's skin, they just use the knife and fork to scoop up the tiny. Or maybe they use chop sticks, because they cause less injury.

[voraciousvore]

Giganterra (Chapter 56)

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Content Warning: NSFW/18+!! Gratuitous violence, hard vore, and excessive gore!! Includes people getting limbs amputated, castrated, stepped on, disemboweled, eaten in pieces, etc. DO NOT READ if you are squeamish!!

Word Count: 2k

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Everything happened way too fast. When the men overheard the bombshell that the giantess princess was pregnant, Gio and Graham could only gape at Cesar in shock. Cesar, for his part, was too stunned to properly process this revelation. He wasn’t ready for the improbable news at all. He looked up at Bianca, searching her, but she refused to meet his gaze. He realized she was trying to shield him from her father, a very dangerous man.  

Indignation welled up inside him as he watched Ajax take her away. King Richard remained in the room, malice rolling off him in suffocating waves. The walls around them rattled with escalating violence as he clomped over, his torso eclipsing their view of the outer room. With a deafening crash, the roof was torn from its hinges and tossed to the ground. The men scrambled like ants as a colossal hand reached in and whisked away all the furniture, crunching the wood between strong digits before flinging it all away. Cesar hastily grabbed a wooden splinter that fell to the ground and concealed it by his side. 

They were completely exposed, with nothing to hide them. Their shock condensed into raw terror. The humans sidled against the walls of their bare enclosure like cornered mice, small and vulnerable. The giant hovered above them with unfathomable bloodlust, his massive face warped into a grotesque scowl. 

“So. Which one of you is responsible for this mess?” he boomed, his deep voice reverberating off the walls. The men cringed, dropping to their knees as if his voice carried physical weight that prevented them from standing. They exchanged panicked glances with each other, yet none of them spoke. Despite their overwhelming fright, Gio and Graham refused to rat out Cesar. 

The king’s frown deepened. He lowered his hand, eliciting distressed cries as the men scurried about in their glass box in a futile effort to avoid his deadly touch. He snatched up Cesar in his fist, gripping the man tight enough to expel the breath from his lungs. Cesar gasped and squirmed as his ribs bent from the pressure.  

The human saw the faintest glimmer of opportunity and stabbed the splinter with all his strength into the exposed skin of the giant’s palm. Hardon cursed with surprise, his grip slackening enough to drop Cesar onto the dresser. The tiny man bolted, but the giant slammed his hand down and smacked him back with his finger. He swore again as he pulled the splinter from his huge palm and flicked it away. Cesar’s blood turned to ice as the giant regained his composure with a hateful grin and licked a single droplet of blood from the wound. The fact that he merely shrugged off the desperate act of violence, and was perhaps even mildly amused by it, was more frightening than if he just got angry. In that moment, Cesar understood just how helpless he really was, and the futility of trying to fight back against such overwhelming power. 

“Filthy pervert. You’re probably the one that got her pregnant, aren’t you?” The giant drew a glistening knife from his belt with a deliberate movement, his expression contorting with rage. Cesar turned white as paper. Hardon jabbed the tip of the knife under the small man’s chin, forcing his head up. “I’ll make you pay for your sin!” 

He knocked Cesar down and pinned him firmly with his finger and thumb. Cesar struggled like a worm on a fishhook as the giant slashed the sharp blade of the knife through his shirt, nicking his chest in the process. Cesar flinched and whined. The king sliced through his pants next, stripping him nude. Seeing the human’s manhood made him extremely angry, even more so than before. He dragged the flat of the blade along his tiny thigh, drawing the vicious edge dangerously close to his junk. “I’m going to castrate you and cut you to pieces,” he growled. 

“No, don’t!” Cesar howled, but the sadistic giant had no intention of stopping. A sharp chop, quick and efficient as a guillotine, and Cesar belted out an earsplitting scream as his meat was severed with a gush of hot blood spilling down his legs. He screeched and bawled as he drowned in unbearable agony. The gleaming knife, splattered with blood, rose above his head and kissed his shoulder. “No... please...” he whimpered. 

“Yes!” the giant bellowed, full and loud. The brutal metal cleaved clean through his muscle, tendons, and bone, amputating his arm from his body. 

“Fuck!” Cesar roared. “Fuck fuck fuck!” He writhed and sweated and shouted, but there was no relief from the all-encompassing pain jolting through his flesh. His vision swam and dimmed. His mind immediately focused on the touch of cold flat steel on his opposite shoulder. “No!” 

Another slice, another life-shattering bolt of torture. Cesar let out a long, unhinged scream before he was reduced to sobs. “Please... no more...” he croaked. He shook with weakness and nausea as his body grew cold from tremendous blood loss. He blinked, but his eyes could only see darkness. A humid gust of breath flowed over his skin, followed by a massive slimy slab of meat raking across his gaping, stinging wounds. He cried out as he heard revolting crunching and popping directly above him, noisy and close, as the giant masticated his detached appendages. Flecks of gruesome warm liquid splashed on his skin, as well as shards of bone. His head was enveloped in wet, smelly heat, and thick ridges of teeth clasped his neck. The teeth bit down with a resounding crack. 

Gio and Graham shuddered in horror as they bore witness to Cesar’s grisly death. The giant king decapitated him before slurping up the rest of his broken body into his maw. He chewed laboriously, reducing the carcass that was once a man into puree. Sanguine rivers dribbled down his lips and chin that he lapped up with delight. He swallowed the bloody pulp, humming with glee. 

“Who’s next?” His two remaining snacks drained of color. He chuckled, amused by their squeaks of fright as he chased them playfully with his hand. He grabbed Gio, raising him high in the air by the collar of his shirt. “Gotcha!” 

“W-w-wait!” Gio protested as the knife, dripping with scarlet, approached his leg. “You already punished the father of Bianca’s child. Leave the rest of us alone!” 

“Hmm, let me think,” Hardon jeered, tapping his blood-soaked chin. “No.” He cut through Gio’s clothes and peeled off the fabric as if discarding the rind of an orange to access the succulent meat underneath. Gio was reduced to a sobbing mess, whining incoherently for mercy. Hardon bared his wide mouthful of square teeth, stained crimson, in a macabre smile. Gio spied the splinter of a femur wedged behind one of his canines, recognizable by the distinctive ball joint. 

“Nooooo...” he moaned as the teeth split open, revealing the voluminous interior of the gory, dripping oral cavity. 

“I’m going to enjoy this,” the giant taunted. His tongue emerged from the forbidding chamber and cupped Gio’s bare legs. He suppressed Gio’s frantic kicks by closing his lips over them as he drew his legs into his maw, circling his teeth around the fragile extremities. He chortled deep in his throat, excited for what was to come. 

He bit down, just above the man’s knees. Gio exploded with horrific screams of pain. Hardon swallowed the chunks of meat and guzzled down the streams of blood in thick gulps. His teeth advanced forward, past Gio’s thighs and pelvis to his abdomen. He crunched down with a messy squish, producing more tortuous screams. He gulped down the solid gob of meat and sucked out the strings of intestines, squishing them with his tongue as they scurried down his throat. Exhilarated by the flavor of his violence, he proceeded to clamp down on his chest, cracking his ribcage with ease, and sent the luscious meat to his eager belly. He pushed the remainder—the head, neck, and shoulders—through his moistened lips with his finger and slurped it down. The chunk of flesh disappeared into his stomach, rejoining the rest of Gio in bite-size pieces to digest.   

The king laughed devilishly as he loomed over Graham, cloaking him in his immense, ominous shadow. Graham was paralyzed with fear, with nowhere to run, and could only watch helplessly as the giant’s hand lowered over him, blocking out the light. He yelped as the huge fingers embraced him and lifted him out of the glass box with ease. Graham became dimly aware of a warm fluid saturating his crotch and running down his legs. He’d lost control of his bladder. 

Hardon rolled his eyes as he pinched Graham’s midsection with his thumb and forefinger. “Seriously?” Graham was too petrified to be humiliated by his incontinence. His mouth flapped open and closed like a fish on dry land and he quivered uncontrollably. He felt like he was having a heart attack with the rapid buzzing in his chest. 

“Let’s play a game. I’ll give you a five second head start. And don’t let me catch you after that!” the giant teased. He kneeled down and dropped Graham to the floor. Graham’s legs buckled underneath him, but he scrambled to his feet with adrenaline coursing through his veins. 

“One.”  

Graham bolted. He only had one chance to survive, and he wasn’t going to waste it. The giant door was miles away, but he ran towards it with desperation. 

“Two.” 

His lungs heaved and his heart raced. The muscles in his legs burned with fire. The hard stone beneath his bare feet pounded through his joints. His wet pants clung to his skin, hindering his progress. 

“Three.” 

Graham tripped over a crack in the stone, skidding his knees and elbows on the rough floor. He scrabbled back to his feet and kept going. A tremor ran through him as Hardon boomed with mocking laughter as deep and imposing as thunder, far above his head. 

“Four.” 

King Richard watched his pathetic progress across the floor with amusement. He grinned as he raised his enormous boot dramatically over Graham’s sprinting form. Graham, observing the sudden darkness, squealed with fright when he beheld the sole of the king’s shoe hovering above his head. 

“Five.” 

The king stomped down with brutal violence. A satisfying crunch underfoot was accompanied by a garish burst of blood. He scraped his shoe across the floor, giggling with glee that he had reduced an entire person to nothing more than a smear in an instant. 

Humming to himself, he wiped the blood off his lips, straightened his coat, and stuck the knife back into his belt. He was very satisfied, particularly with his full stomach. He’d gone too long without eating a human fatally, with the intent of actually digesting them. 

“Maid! Come here!” he yelled gruffly. Bianca’s maid timidly peered around the corner and entered the room, anxiety clearly visible on her face. “Clean up this mess.” He gestured to the shattered furniture and the lurid smears of blood. 

“Yes, right away, Your Majesty!” she sputtered. Hardon pushed past her, slapping her on the butt on the way out. He grinned when she shrieked with surprise, but his mirth was fleeting as he marched down the hall towards Ronny’s quarters. 

“This whole thing was a mistake,” he grumbled under his breath. He recognized now that he’d been in error, giving his children their own human pets. He’d done so with the intention of teaching them to be ruthless and in control, to take what they wanted when they wanted it, to instill in them a heartless entitlement essential to royalty. Instead, they’d grown attached to their little pets, enough for Bianca to lie to her father, and treat them like people, an affront to the natural order. He shook his head. He needed to rectify the blunder right away, particularly with concern to his direct heir, Ronny. Besides, he desired a new favorite, and he decided that Ronny’s pet would be better off in his care.

Chapter 57

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Bonus: I wrote a silly, non-canon, alternate version of this scene where the men survive with the power of Cesar's horniness. Obviously this would not work in the original story but I thought it was too funny not to share. Enjoy I guess lol.

“Start talking, little man,” he ordered. “Or else I’ll-” He stopped, brows knitting together in confusion. “What is that?” 

“Erm...” Cesar turned red as a cherry as he fidgeted in the gigantic hand. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it...” He moaned softly as his hard groin pushed against the inner curve of the gargantuan fingers coiling around him. “Getting dominated is really hot to me...” 

“Ugh! Nasty little freak!” The king, repelled, dropped him like a venomous snake onto the dresser. “Disgusting!” 

Cesar, overcome with lust and understanding the futility of trying to escape, didn’t try to run. If he was going to die here, he figured he might as well enjoy his last moments. He had to admit it was a pretty hot way to die, all things considered. 

The giant’s face contorted with rage. “Filthy maggot! Let’s see how you like it when I castrate you and cut you to pieces!”  

He pinned down the man with his finger and slashed the sharp blade of the knife through Cesar’s shirt, nicking his chest in the process. Cesar flinched and whimpered. He sliced through his pants next, stripping him nude. Seeing Cesar’s rock-hard erection made him extremely angry, even more so than before. The human was supposed to be scared; he wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this. He dragged the flat of the blade along his tiny thigh, moving the vicious edge dangerously close to his junk. 

“Oh yeah... punish me Big Daddy...” Cesar moaned obnoxiously. Hardon rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth. 

“Goddammit, shut up you freak!” he growled, but his aggression only seemed to arouse Cesar more. The giant groaned with frustration. “You’re ruining the moment, you stupid lunkhead!” 

“Fuuuuck that’s hot,” Cesar whined. The king shook his head and gave up, casting the knife aside with a clatter. 

“I can’t enjoy this when you’re making it weird,” he grumbled. “Dang it, I was looking forward to butchering you all, too...” The king loved violence and blood, but above all he enjoyed instilling terror into his victims. Cesar ruined everything. Deflated, the king grabbed up the two other men in one hand and dangled Cesar squeamishly by his leg, as if repulsed by his very touch. He wasn’t in the mood anymore. 

“This whole thing was a mistake,” he growled. 

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[bramble-mouse]

The Faery Doctor

Chapter 2

Tags: G/t, gentle giant, timid tiny, fantasy setting, adventure Content warnings will be tagged appropriately for subsequent chapters. These may include death, gore and vore. They will include no sexual themes. CW: Vore (non-fatal), gore, vomit, implied death (Trish is fine!) Minors, please do not interact!

A marriage of peace and fear saturated every inch of Trish’s body the moment she stepped foot in the northern woods. Places as old as these carried stories, the voices born of nature itself that whispered to any with an open ear. While kind things could dwell in wise old trees, hungry monsters lurked, cunning and smarter than any ordinary beast. In truth, Trish was unsurprised that poor tanner’s son had vanished here. She could taste the old magic in the air, the countless memories of blood. 

If there’d been a road through these parts at some point, it hadn’t been maintained in a very long time. The only evidence it ever saw foot travel was an area where weeds didn’t grow between the remains of cobblestone. Trish had heard once from her mother that a great empire walked the world a long time ago, gifting roads, aqueducts and all manner of marvels to the common folk before departing to parts unknown. Some said these strange folk died out while others told of spying cities in the sky for a split second, only for them to vanish behind the dense cloud cover. 

What would it have been like to know this mysterious folk, Trish wondered? Were they elves? Old fey that predated even the sidhe? Were they beyond mortal knowing? Perhaps there would never be a true answer to the question, but Trish satisfied herself with coming up with theories whilst she picked her way along the road. 

The fork came quicker than expected- or perhaps Trish’s head had been so deep in the clouds she’d barely noticed time passing. She chewed on her lower lip. Perhaps being distracted was a poor choice. 

At the centre of the fork was a ruined statue, only the legs and the bottom of a robe remaining, captured in cracked plaster. Trish lingered, reaching out to trace the weathered surface with curious fingertips. A twig snapped to her left.

Trish’s head whipped towards the source of the noise and found a wolf staring at her, stalk still and muzzle coated in gore. It’s eyes were intense, alien and focused entirely on Trish.  Trish lowered her hand slowly, never once taking her eyes off the canine.

The wolf bolted and left its meal behind. She tiptoed forward out of morbid curiosity and peered over the small gathering of sparse brush.

Half a man’s torso, bare of clothing, with most of the ribcage exposed lay in a pile of gore and ichor on the permafrost. Trish covered her mouth and gasped, stumbling backwards away from the gruesome find. Was that from the tanner’s boy? No, frost giants generally ate their prey whole. The thought of the lad kicking as screaming as he was shoved into a maw of sharp teeth overwhelmed Trish with nausea.

The faery doctor found her feet and sprinted up the right path at the fork. There was nothing chasing her, yet she felt like a child rushing back upstairs when all the light went out for the night to escape the danger of shadows. 

Trish knew what could be in these woods, and meeting man eating giants in their element would be a death sentence. She pushed on up the incline, remembering her duty as a doctor. She had a patient in need at the end of this path, and come what may, her journey would be worth it if she could treat what ailed him.

Blessedly, it was spring and the majority of the snow had cleared off from the mountainside. Occasionally Trish came across piles of dirt flecked ice that stubbornly refused to yield to the sun. The trees grew taller, scragglier here with little successful underbrush beneath their high boughs, and soon enough, there was no longer a road to follow. Trish kept her eyes forward nervously. Would she get lost?

The lake Filip mentioned came into view, sweet relief in the form of an open space peppered with wild flowers, grass still recovering from the weight of heavy winter snow now since mostly melted and the bullrushes that flanked a corner of the water. Ducks floated atop the still waters of the lake, disturbed only by their movements and the jumping of trout. The fish were large, no doubt lovely if baked with lemon and herbs and a good dollop of butter. 

Trish felt sweat stick to her skin beneath her many layers. Despite the sunshine, she still felt the sting of the cold on her nose, a welcome relief after the most laborious leg of her trek. She longed to pause for a nap but there was a job to be done. Rest could come afterwards.

The faery doctor skirted around the lake and came to where the mouth of the cave should have been. Instead, there was a solid wall, seamless, jagged and unlikely to admit her any time soon. And yet the Sight bestowed upon her family generations ago by the faery yielded a flaw in the wall, a shimmering in a huge arch up the side of the cliff. Trish pulled out the stone Filip had given her and sure enough, the runes glowed, humming with a soft, electric power. The faery doctor drew in a few deep, grounding breaths before she touched the stone to the wall and watched her hand go through. The rest of her followed on nervous feet.

Inside of the cave was surprisingly bright, a tall corridor from the mouth illuminated by magical fire blue as sapphires. Every inch of this place thrummed with arcane power, both the wilder sort and the cultivated. The hairs on the back of Trish’s neck stood on end. She swore she smelled blood and ichor in the air still, shivering from both the chill of the higher elevation and the fresh memory of a discarded human torso.

There was a certain majesty to this place, carved into the very mountain as ancient dwarves had done. Though the handiwork was nowhere near as neat as a dwarf’s, the alcoves fit for the lights had been carved out by hand, high above on the walls. Trish still wasn’t sure she would get over just how high the ceiling was in this place. Would the end of this tunnel be just as massive?

Her answer arrived soon as she found a great opening nearly a hundred feet high, blocked off by a heavy patterned curtain embroidered with golden birds. The entire thing was beautifully sewn in a way only loving hands could craft.

Trish froze when she heard a pained groan from beyond the curtain. The voice was…big. Larger than any she’d ever known, like a clap of distant thunder.

‘I heard you treat anyone.’

The hooded woman had said.

Something dawned on Trish that turned her blood bitter cold.

Trish sidled around the heavy fabric and into a space that managed to be cozy despite being a cave. A kitchen counter had been carved from the stone, shaped and smoothed meticulously. She could not hope to spy what was on the countertops but she smelled something like stew and baked bread. There was a variety of rugs on the ground, handwoven, woolen and fur pelt alike. They served to make the hard ground more friendly to bare feet. There was a cold hearth straight ahead with an enormous iron stew pot over it, a well used kettle kept on the unlit augur in front of it. A plush cushion rested before the carved stone hearth, beside which was a ball of yarn and a half-knitted woolen shirt. Curiously, the shirt was a tiny thing, something made for someone her size rather than a giant.

A quick glance at the ceiling as Trish crept mouselike across the floor yielded a sight that made her gasp in quiet awe. Thousands of glowing crystals sprouted, like stars overhead. It was as if she were looking up at the nightsky, the soft myriad pinpricks of light chasing awake the lonely darkness in the cavern.

Another groan caught Trish’s attention and she snapped frightened eyes towards a large figure laid out on what appeared to be a bedroll. The figure appeared almost human- save for the sheer size, clad in simple grey breeches and a loose cotton shirt. The fellow must have been a good eighty feet tall, give or take. She was little more than a mouthful in comparison, and the consideration made Trish’s skin crawl.

But she was a faery doctor, Trish reminded herself, trying to bolster courage into limbs locked by terror.

She was a faery doctor and this creature was in pain. Trish had healed injured, grouchy dragons before, helped ogres with fevers and wargs with mange.

Would a giant be so different?

Trish decided not to dwell on that rhetorical question, lest what little bravery flee and send her running back the way she came.

“U…Um…Mister…Fr…Frio Frostfang?”

Trish’s small voice croaked out as she started forward towards the giant.

“E…Excuse me…Um..I…I’m s-s-sorry f…f..for b…barging in, I…”

Her throat closed up as the humongous  figure sat up with some difficulty. The giant’s eyes reminded her of the wolf’s she’d seen in the woods- pale, with slit pupils and fixed upon her with the intensity that could only belong to a predatory sizing up if she was a worthy meal. And yet the rest of his face sat at odds with such an assumption, a soft mouth, smooth angles, and an expression that while sick, showed concern.

“...You…”

The giant spoke breathlessly, his voice low and resonant in the closed space.

“Forgive me, I…”

“A woman sent me to heal you.”

Trish blurted out with the same intensity as one vomiting. She froze, wide eyed and shocked and her entire face went beet red.

The frost giant regarded her carefully, and Trish did the same to him in return. She noted soft, white waves of hair that fell in his eyes and down his neck. He sported short horns, like a young buck’s. Trish wondered idly if they were soft and velvety like deer horn too. She also noted, much to her own chagrin, that this giant was unfairly beautiful, utterly unlike any depiction of the burly, bearded and terrifying frost giants she’d heard about.

The giant’s lips perked up at the corners into a smile that softened his gaze, but the welcoming expression was fleeting. He winced and doubled over, clutching his middle.

“M…my apologies. I am not usually so terrible…”

He grit his teeth, hissed

“...A host.”

Trish swallowed thickly.

“...N..No, no, you’re… you’re unwell and…you weren’t expecting me, s…so…”

She trailed off, playing with the end of one of her braids. The ribbon fastening the end had loosened.

“I…I should like to give you an exam…if…if you’re comfortable with it.”

Frio hummed in assent.

“Gladly. Though I would like to know the name of my healer, I might thank her properly afterwards.”

Trish found she couldn’t meet his eye. Was he..was he charming? Yes, this giant was charming and polite- a gentleman, of all things. Not at all what she would expect from a frost giant. And yet here Frio was, well spoken and minding his manners even when he felt under the weather. She chewed on her lower lip. She continued to play with her hair ribbon, feeling the smoothness of the mossy green silk.

“T…Trish Mctavish, sir. I…I’m Doctor Trish Mctavish.”

She stammered.

“Sir?”

Frio chuckled softly.

“Please, my dear. Frio suits me well enough.”

Trish’s heart pounded. His laugh was gentle, too.

Trish made to approach the towering figure and the closer she drew, the more her fear returned. Her blood surged through her veins, a deafening pounding in her ear. She fought to keep her breathing even.

“I would never hurt my benefactor, doctor. Be as at ease as you are able.”

Frio said, his voice low as if he could read her thoughts. She tilted her head up and caught sight of his nose twitching in a manner more beast than man. Had Frio smelled her discomfort? He smiled down at her.

“Ah, but…I should lay down. I doubt you would like to try and…”

He paused, his jaw clenching as another wave of pain from his middle surged through.

“Y-Yes please.”

Trish cut in.

Frio nodded and laid down gingerly, pressing into his belly with one hand. His fingers were tipped with dark talons. They looked sharp.

She stared at the side of his head, noticing that he wore a blue tear drop earring.

“W…Would you turn to… to face me please?”

Frio hummed in response and tilted his head to the side. His lashes were long and pale, a veil over his monstrous, yet kind eyes.  She reached up to touch his forehead, painfully mindful of those immense gaze pinned to her form.

“You are quite pretty.”

He hummed, the statement decidedly too casual for the situation. Trish squeaked in response, her hand darting away. The giant laughed.

“My apologies. I am distracting you.”

Trish felt like she might explode from such velvety words- especially when they were close enough to rattle her very bones. 

Trish went through a mental checklist as she scanned over his body. A mild temperature (at least for an ice aspected being), sharp pain in his belly, and persistent nausea.

“Would you...o…open…your…”

Trish trailed off.

A giant’s mouth. Trish felt her courage falter and dug her nails into her palms to push on.

“Mouth. I …I need to…see inside your…”

Frio frowned. He appeared as if he wished to say something, to offer some word of comfort. Instead, the frost giant parted plush lips and revealed long fangs, a bluish tongue and the cavernous darkness in the back of his throat. The sight set off alarms within Trish- her instincts begging her to run, to flee, to hide, that she was in danger.

Frio’s breath gusted past her frame, tousling her tartan dress, coat and hair. It smelled of elderberries, and felt like a welcome, sunny breeze in early spring.

Trish could do this. She was a faery doctor and Frio was her patient.

The little woman set down her pack, shed her coat atop the mound of her belongings on the ground and poked her head inside the giant’s mouth despite the protests screaming loudly in her head. She sought any sign of poor health- discolouration of the tongue, a sore in the cheek, any inflammation in the throat.

Trish backed up, shaking from the ordeal and the moment she was far enough away, Frio snapped his jaws shut, causing her to squeak.

“Ah…My apologies.”

He said. Trish noted his features were flush and he seemed hesitant to meet her eye.

“Perhaps I should give a warning next time? If there is one. I would not presume…”

Trish chewed on her lower lip and fiddled with her skirts.

“N..No, I…It’s alright.”

A moment of awkward silence passed between them both before Frio cleared his throat and turned onto his side fully.

“Do you know what ails me, Doctor Mctavish?”

Trish rubbed her upper arm. There were several potential diagnoses but none that make sense for the sharp pains Frio described. A dull ache or a sour feeling would have made more sense- food poisoning, or a giant’s strain of stomach flu. And yet…

“Frio, what did you have to eat when you first noticed these pains?”

She inquired.

The frost giant’s face fell. He pressed his lips into a thin line. His brow creased and it was not anger that crossed his features but shame.

“...A giant hunter.”

He admitted, and his own voice wavered.

Trish knew logically what most frost giants ate. By rights, she could be on Frio’s menu once he was well again. Perhaps it would be the best choice to leave him here in pain and run before he could scarf her down too.

But that look in Frio’s eye- Why would a frost giant feel shame for admitting he’d eaten what was natural to him?

“You don’t like to eat humans.”

Trish mused aloud, words that had been meant to stay in her head tumbling free.

Frio laughed humorlessly.

“My nature would have me kill thinking, feeling beings for no reason other than greed and hunger. It is…disgusting to me, every time I falter.”

Trish frowned.

“And…and you said he was…was a giant hunter, didn’t you?”

Frio’s eyes flew back towards her, lidded and tormented.

“I could excuse myself for murdering him because he wanted to kill me first. Yet that would taste like a lie. I chose to consume him like a common beast. A man who most assuredly had a family. Who will now be a hole left in a child's life, a widow’s heartache.”

Fear was a strange thing in Trish’s line of work. It could manifest so easily when dealing with a stranger. She felt it even when she treated ordinary human men. It ebbed and flowed as easily as a tide while Trish treated every manner of creature both friendly to humankind and enemy to it.

So when every last mote of fear fled from Trish’s body, replaced by the adrenaline of compassion, Trish decided to follow that flow- that ever wobbling march of fear and bravery every faery doctor required.

“I have met very many different souls in my profession,”

Trish spoke.

“And…When a man regrets his actions this way, I…I find that such mental pain can make his illness all the worse.”

She glanced towards the giant’s midsection, so far away from where she stood. She’d noted the telltale sounds of indigestion when she’d made her observations there.

Trish lamented when she realized just how far she was about to go for a patient.

“What I…I mean to say is…is that I trust a man who desires to cause no harm, even if he falters. Because someone who makes a mistake so terrible is that much more steadfast in his conviction not to do so again.”

Frio’s eyes shimmered, reflecting the glowing crystals on the ceiling. He reached for her gently, slowly and when Trish flinched at first, he paused, extending the back of his index finger claw to her. It was an invitation. Trish hesitated once before reaching for the fingertip, placing her hand atop the pad.

“You think whatever I consumed with the hunter must be responsible for my pain, I take it.”

He said in a near whisper.

“Just as well.”

Trish fluttered her lips.

“Did you…”

How should she word this…

“Did you…eat him whole? With…with all of his affects?”

Frio cleared his throat.

“I…Yes.”

Trish nodded slowly, her hand still rested atop his finger. The cogs turned in her head. Resignation had her shoulders sagging, her hands reaching for the hem of her dress to pull it up and over her head. She kicked her boots off.

“What are you…”

Frio inquired and stopped.

“I…I need to perform an…extraction. And…”

Trish swallowed nervously, her voice cracking

“An internal examination.”

Frio appeared as if he’d been slapped. His eyes went wide.

“Absolutely not!”

He balked.

“I am sure the pain will pass with time. I will not subject someone I hardly know to…this!”

Frio gestured towards his middle with a claw.

“So you would swallow a friend, then?”

Trish mumbled before she could catch herself.

Frio’s mouth hung open a little. He sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose.

“No, no I would not.”

Trish, dressed in stays, bloomers and woolen stockings that only served to accentuate just how boney her tiny form was, padded closer to his mouth. Her hands shook. The cold and the fear crept ever nearer and Trish had to begin before she could back out.

“I-It’s the doctor’s orders, i…if you please!”

She countered.

“I…I will be alright. I…I…”

Trish knew the words the sought their place on her tongue. They calmed her. Somehow, some part of her, faery gift or her own innate instinct on people kicked in.

“...I trust you, Frio.”

The frost giant was clearly at a loss for words. He looked utterly horrified at the thought of consuming this frail little woman, terrified she would break at his slightest touch.

Gods, was she brave. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath.

“You have known me for mere moments and you would trust me.”

Frio said.

“You are either a kind or foolish doctor.”

He opened his eyes again, fixing them upon the little human in front of his face.

“Are you certain you are willing to do this?”

Trish chewed her lower lip and went to his mouth, placing a hand on his lip. He tensed at the touch, felt something inside of him twist wonderfully. The doctor had no idea the effect she had.

“Yes. I cannot leave a patient to suffer. No matter who he is.”

Trish felt the careful weight of the giant's fingers on her upper arm. She felt the gentle stroke, a reassurance.

“You have my word that I will keep you safe.”

He spoke with conviction that gave Trish no doubt he meant what he said.

The faery doctor nodded, grabbed a few things from her pack and returned to his mouth.

“C…Could you…?” She said.

“Of course.”

Frio replied and turned over, mouth open wide and chin on the ground. The giant’s posture brought to mind a prostrated man praying to his god for salvation in one of the great temples.

Trish steeled herself for what would come next- for the horror she would find within this (thus far) gentle being’s belly. She lifted her foot onto his lip and hoisted herself inside. Her first step sank into his tongue. Trish felt his shuddering breaths rush past her.

Drool pooled quickly beneath the giant’s tongue. Was Trish making Frio salivate? The thought was unsettling yet…not fully unpleasant, to be delicious. Something to unpack when she wasn’t about to journey to the literal belly of the beast shortly. Trish lowered herself down, keeping a tight hold on a little satchel of supplies that thrummed with magic. She could hear the squelching of his throat, the way it seemed all too eager for her arrival.

“...You can..”

Trish whimpered

“S…Swallow me..”

Frio’s tongue slid her towards the back of his throat and she gasped in surprise. The giant stopped instantly.

“K-Keep going!”

Trish insisted.

Frio sighed passed her little body and pushed her past the point of no return with a deep, meaty gulp.

Trish had never been swallowed before and frankly, the entire experience was terrifying. She shook and stifled sobs as the darkness of Frio’s squeezing throat forced her downwards. Claustrophobia, the imminent destination below her- the faery doctor’s eyes prickled with tears as her whole body shuddered in fear. A powerful heart hammered behind Trish. Was Frio afraid too? The erratic pulse nearly deafened her as she felt the final squeeze before a free fall into an active stomach. She let out a cry, muffled by walls of thick flesh as she dropped into a pile of liquid that made her skin tingle. Trish gasped and scrambled backwards in the dark until she felt a solid wall at her back. A loud gurgle vibrated the fleshy chamber.

The inside of Frio’s belly was pitch black, humid but blissfully not sweltering; Trish had his frost giant nature to thank for that small blessing. The stomach grumbled again, the distinct sound of imminent digestion. Regardless of Frio’s wishes, the giant’s stomach viewed Trish as food. She would need to work quickly.

As Trish dug about in her bag of holding, she heard a muffled, yet booming voice cut through the squishing, wet sounds of bodily organs working around her.

“...Are you alright?”

Frio. He was checking on her.

“Y..Yes! I’m..I’m just getting to work.”

She shouted back. Would the giant even hear her? Evidently so, because his heart rate calmed some at the evidence of her well-being.

“I will give you five minutes, doctor, before I bring you back up.”

Frio stated firmly.

The time limit was a bit of a comfort, but it also meant she had a tighter deadline to find the hunter’s remains and figure out how to deal with his armour. Trish groped about her bag of holding until she found her quarry- a little piece of expensive parchment. It glowed faintly, then brighter when Trish read its incantation aloud. A trio of glowing lights, yellow like sunflowers illuminated the rippling space.

Immediately, Trish noted that she was wading ankle deep in masticated stew- and floating human bones. She yelped at the gruesome sight and started to hyperventilate, the sour air making her nearly sick as it stung her eyes and throat.  Trish reigned herself back in, thinking of her mother’s calm voice, lessons that ingrained deep in her psyche.

‘Deep breath. Assess the patient, find the ailment and the cause, determine the treatment.’

Trish’s lip quivered, her whole body trembling, but she cast her gaze around the inside of Frio’s stomach. Wrinkled pale blue flesh pressed in against her, writhing and alive. There was a mark along the lining and instantly, Trish knew it was the culprit of Frio’s pain. It weeped dark blue blood and appeared raw and angry, unable to heal when constantly irritated by the chaos of a working stomach.

“An open wound…”

Trish mused quietly to herself as she dug about in her bag for a solution. The holding enchantment afforded the doctor the ability to bring all manner of potions along to unique locations- and the perfect one for the job sat in her hands now, a soft lavender coloured liquid that resembled a milky sweet tea. Normally, Trish would have had a patient simply drink it but she doubted it would do little other than get lost in the rest of his stomach contents.

Trish felt her ankles begin to itch as stomach juices soaked through her stockings. She quickly but carefully poured the potion over the wound- and thankfully got enough on it before Frio let out a grunt of pain and the entire fleshy chamber shifted. Trish screamed as she was thrown backward against the opposite wall, the wind blown out of her. A splash of stomach liquid on her front made her panic. It burned.

“Gods, I am so sorry.”

The giant fretted.

Trish shoved a stomach wall, a silent reassurance that she was still alive and well, and heard the way Frio’s lungs filled and emptied like a relieved hurricane.

“Forgive me.”

She felt something press in against her. His hand, perhaps.

Trish found her balance again and toddered back over towards the site of the injury. It steamed and already, it was closing. Good. That would be enough.

And now, the disgusting bit.

Trish turned around with a grimace and stared down at the pile of bones surrounded by horrifically blood red, murky liquid. While even the bones had begun to slowly erode, the chain mail and the leather armour the hunter had worn over it remained nearly untouched. If the faint shimmer of magic rising off the articles was any indication, they were enchanted to be incredibly durable.

 Frio’s stomach let out a bubbling groan around Trish, the wrinkled walls closing in on her. She wobbled but mercifully stayed upright; Trish never would have recovered from falling on the hunter’s corpse.

“Whatever you have done is working wonders.”

The giant’s voice spoke again with a deep sigh. 

Trish chewed her lower lip. His relief would mean nothing if the armour made another wound. With that, the faery doctor let out a whine, picked up a vomit covered chain shirt and stuffed it into her bag of holding.

“Oh…Good heavens above…”

She gagged, the bits of tougher leather going in next. The bones Trish would leave. A frost giant could digest that when given enough time. The bag of holding would be the best method of transporting the indigestible bits out without potentially tearing up Frio’s throat even if Trish feared she’d never get the smell out.

Trish cinched the bag shut and found her voice again.

“I’m…I’m done!”

She called up.

Trish’s expulsion occurred faster than expected. Frio’s stomach lurched around the live human and propelled her and a load of chyme rapidly upwards. Trish’s shriek cut off in his throat.

Frio remained doubled over and coughed the little doctor up in a pile of half digested lunch. He caught his breath, then rolled over onto his side, his collapse like an earthquake.

The faery doctor stared up at the ceiling, panting, gulping in lungfuls of clean air.

Trish had just been in a stomach. In a stomach. In a giant’s bloody stomach.

And she was still alive to hopefully never tell the tale to a living soul.

She shivered in the open air, her whole body soaked and slimy. Trish felt dizzy, overwhelmed.

Shock prevented her from registering when a pair of massive, gentle hands slid beneath her body and lifted her up. Trish’s last view before passing out consisted of two frantic, pale eyes fixed upon her, and a soft, rumbling voice apologizing repeatedly and thanking her in a jumbled mess of words Trish felt too exhausted to make out.

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

Even the mention of a meal sets me off..

Preys I'm not supposed to eat keep talking about food and viscera in front of me... then expect me to continue sitting idly by.

Ah.. Do they not realize I am starved?

The mere idea of food sends drool cascading from my mouth... and it's on my mind all the time.

It's all my willpower not to devour each and every one of the little morsels scampering around me... Even as I snatch them in my claws and raise them above my maw... I still manage to set them back to the ground.

They run freely around me, no worries or fear clouding their minds, they're like rabbits living on a farm... A farm I'm not allowed to eat from.

///me rambling about a pred who is starving and surrounded by smaller prey he was tasked with watching. Might be about someone particular...

[ultra-phthalo]

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