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vore-scientist · 2 years ago

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The Lost Prince of the Silver Valley

[sfw fantasy comedy GT vore story!]

A Tale of the Mystic Woods staring The Giant Wizard Yonah Ha'Esh, Princess Sophia, and an unlucky prince.

Contains: safe/soft/unwilling non-sexual GT vore. Male giant pred, male human prey.

Plot: back to basics here. A prince comes to rescue Sophia. shenanigans ensue.s

Warnings: other than the vore being unwilling and some strong language, nope. This story is pretty tame but loads of fun.

All characters depicted are ADULTS.

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Owen was not a very good prince and not a very good adventurer. He knew this. His parents, all 5 of them (3 queens, 1 king, and 1 prince who had no chances of inheriting a throne), knew this. ANd yet he was sent adventuring. He had many many siblings more suited to this. And YET he was sent adventuring. He was clumsy, he wasn't well read, he wasn't very strong or good at fighting. AND YET he was sent adventuring.

And he was so far from home. He had crossed an ocean, and then many months traveling over land and he was still traveling. That’s what happens when you have to follow whatever vague prophecy your polycule of parents decide to place on you because everyone else has a special talent just like all other royals in their kingdom and the ones surrounding, while you for some reason didn't get one. It didn't even have to be an impressive talent. Owen’s directly younger sibling could stack grapes end to end. That was all it took. It hadn't been all bad. At least he was far from home!

It was very bad that he was lost in a magical forest. This was not the same as being lost on that magical grassy plain. That sucked for sure, but at least one could see for several miles around and get some idea of where to go. Here the forest was so dense there was no telling what was even 50ft on either side. Owen had entered the forest on the advice of some kind shopkeepers in a nearby town. They told him if he was looking for fairytales, the Mystical Woodlands was his best bet.

So far he’d had no luck, and he had been in the forest a week! Hadn’t he been patient enough! What did it take to find a dang fairy-

A scream. That was a scream! And by the second scream Owen was convinced this was A Damsel in Distress. Without a second thought Owen ran in the direction of the scream until he found its source. Why did he run? A screaming damsel usually meant something, or someone, was causing her distress and he would have to fight that something! That something for this damsel?

Was a giant, in very bright wizard robes. He could not fight that! He wouldn't fight that! No way no how. But he had to try… something. So he followed.

The giant had the princess over his shoulder and she pounded that shoulder as hard as she could and screamed as loudly as she could but it was no use. The giant did not drop her and no rescue came. Or so she thought.

Owen followed them to their destination, a large clearing filled with an expansive garden and orchard, to the back of which was a tower, with a single window at the top. Giant shuffled his feet a moment before LEAPING to the window and snagging the windowsill with one hand, tossing the princess in with the other, and scrambling through.

No way was Owen following the wizard into his tower! Not without a plan. That was the wizard’s home turf. So he stayed outside and helped himself to some fresh fruit. It had been many days of rationing bread and dried meats from the shops, after an unpleasant encounter with what he thought were raspberries. They were not raspberries, they were rashberries, and even after a few days he still had a painful rash in an embarrassing spot in a more embarrassing shape.

This was a garden, the plants were not random and wild. Even if they belonged to an evil giant wizard. It was a little easier to spot the obvious magical plants and ingredients, since they were similar to the ones in the garden back home which were shared by the castle chefs and castle mages. At Owen’s 13th All Royals Birthday Bash (too many siblings for individual birthday celebrations), a few ingredients got mixed up and guests had to be peeled from the ceiling and several didn't stop quacking for a week.

The apple that Owen picked was delicious and crisp despite being out of season. Again, mage’s garden. He chose an apple because he felt it would help him think better. Formulate a plan. The problem was… Owen wasnt a planner. He wasnt much of anything! But dammit it he was going to try.

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“PUT ME DOWN YOU BIG JERK! LET ME GO!” sophia wailed and wailed but her friend did not give in to her childish demands.

“I HAVE TO FIX THIS! I MADE A MISTAKE! I NEED TO GO BACK NOOOOOOOOW” she shrieked, pounding and clawing at yonah’s back to no avail. She did not let up until Yonah had made it all the way back to the castle and tossed her through the window.

Her hard impact on the floor of the workshop stopped her tirade. She got to her feet and tried to climb out the window as Yonah scrambled in. A giant hand pushed her back.

“Princess, you must calm down.” Yonah said in an even voice.

“NO! I HURT THEM! I NEED TO FIX IT!”

“You can’t princess, you’re too tired” Yonah said as she tried to climb over his hand, up his shoulder, and out the window. He caught her as she readied the jump to the windowsill.

“I have to take responsibility for my actions! You’ve said that! My father says that! All the time!”

Yonah sighed and ran his free hand through his black curls, picking out some debris as he did. And he absentmindedly pet sophia has he took her downstairs and she continued to protest.

“You will, but if you do anything in this state you’ll just make things worse” he said as he cradled the small human in his arms, said small human finally accepting her fate. “You… We… lost track of time, you’ve not slept for almost two days. Once you have gotten some rest, you can come help clean up.”

The princess sobbed into his elbow, he was unsure if she was listening to what he said or just subdued by her own exhaustion. Either way he took her to the bedroom and placed her into her cage, letting her climb into her bed as he made her a cup of tea.

“Please drink something, i added that special honey”

“I dont deserve that!”

Yonah worried sophia would start screaming again, and his sensitive giant ears couldnt take much more punishment.

“Drink it for me then, I want to know you had something to drink, and I already made it.”

She took the cup. And the magic sedative he added took effect in under a minute.

Part of the reason shit went to crap back in the forest was Yonah had decided to take a nap. He wasnt monitoring things. Not that sophia needed constant supervision, but there were a lot of moving parts and some of those parts were elves who like to… improvise. And being more rested than sophia thanks to that unfortunate nap, Yonah wasn’t exhausted. He could go back and assist with some repairs and clean up.

He knew this meant just lifting heavy things and holding heavy things and carrying supplies. Thats what giants were good for after all. Wizardry cant be useful in every situation but it still stung knowing that it wasn't his skill that were useful here, but his biology. The fact that he was born a half-giant. Maybe there would be something where his magic would come in handy. He could only hope.

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BOOM

The ground shook and Owen woke up from his spot under a tree. The giant had exited the tower and must have jumped from the window. Owen watched as the giant sped off into the forest, disappearing near instantly once into past the first trees.

No need for planning! The tower was evil wizard free!

And still had no easy entrance.

Owen circled it several times. He tapped on the individual stones. Tried yelling “open sesame!” and other typical magic words but nothing worked. So he took a break in the bathing pool behind the tower. It was very nice, if rather chilly thanks to being fed by a stream that Owen correctly inferred was fed from the mountain range that the woodlands boarded.

But he hadnt bathed in several days. By some luck he had found a bathhouse in the middle of a woods but that was, as just stated, several days ago. It felt so good. And the shock of the cold water did sharpen his mind a bit. What else could he do to get into the tower. He had already pressed on every stone within his reach and not obscured by giant thorny-

THE VINES.

He leapt from the water and nearly forgot to put on his armor before climbing the vines and making his way up the tower with frustrating ease.

The workshop before him made him momentarily forget his frustration, it was more impressive than the ones back home in his parent’s castle! And those mages had royal funding!

The fall into the workshop from the window brought all his frustration back. It had looked like a normal workshop from where he had knelt on the windowsill and he had just slid down but fell almost 15 feet! He cursed at himself for forgetting that this was a giant wizard! Of course the workshop would be for a giant!

Getting out the window could be a problem. There should be a ladder or something nearby to make it easy for medi-folk like himself. It would only be proper if such a villain had friends and regular guests. There was no reason to assume he didn’t, many villains were very social creatures. Many had come to his collective sibling birthdays with intent to curse them but usually just got drunk and had a good time. Owen’s current hair clip was from an evil gnome who had so much fun that he gifted each kid a magical amulet. Owen’s kept his hair clean and tidy at all times. This was a good gift for a prince who was expected to have luxurious hair all the time.

Clearly the princess wasnt in this room, that would be stupid. So Owen explored, and quickly found the trap door that lead to the rest of the tower.

I’d love to go on about his explorations but that would be boring and I don't want to spend hours writing descriptions that might contradict what i've written before. Actually now that i think about it, if every description i made of yonah’s tower conflicted in minor ways it would be very on brand for the chaotic nature and ambience im going for with this magic tower.

So the prince eventually finds the bedroom and Sophia in the cage.

Before the prince, on top of an exquisite night stand, was an even more exquisite cage. It was large enough for a collection of princesses, featured two levels with amenities, and the most luxurious hanging bed that swung gently from golden chains that attached at the top center of the structure.

Classic. The princess was in a cage and Owen had to figure out how to get her out. His first idea was to look for a lock to pick, but there was no lock… Once again he tried magic words to open the door, which also did not work. Finally he thought “maybe there is a loose bar!” and tried to tug at the individual bars.

And nearly ended up falling off the nightstand when the cage door swung open with the force of his pull. He only briefly wondered why it wasnt locked before celebrating his luck.

It hadnt even been locked! What luck! He made his way to the princess. She looked disheveled, had bags under her eyes and dirt on her face, but was sleeping soundly. And was fully clothed? Weird.

“Um… princess” Owen whispered and when she didnt wake he asked louder and louder. He shook the bed and the chains creeked a bit but didnt rattle.

“Oh shit, of course!” duh how could he overlook the most obvious answer.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips lightly to her forehead. A second after her eyes opened, her fist pressed itself forcefully into his nose. He stumbled back but thankfully just into the cage bars and not out and over the nightstand.

“Who the fuck are you!?” she asked and Owen tried to answer but it came out “rrem” as he tried to check if his nose was broken. It was. Great.

The princess rubbed her eyes. “You’re a prince!” it was a harsh accusation.

“Ah right!” he said and bowed “Prince owen of the silver valley! At your service”

“Then do me a service and fuck off!” spat the princess.

“What?” the confusion dulled the pain.

“I don’t want to be rescued!”

“Oh”

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“OHhhhhh” even in the dim moonlight from the magical window Sophia saw the prince flush with embarrassment. “Oh fuck. Oh by the twice dead gods” Sophia spent about half a braincell thinking that this prince couldn't be local with such a blatant polytheistic turn of phrase. That half brain cell did conclude that it was familiar, probably mentioned in one of her Religious Studies For Future Public Servants lessons.

Most of her braincells were processing the prince’s reaction.

“I’m sorry!” he finally squeaked out. And all her braincells stopped to focus on that.

“You’re sorry?”

“Yes, very sorry, I should just go” he turned and then tripped over the open cage door.

Sophia lunged forward and caught him by the wrist. “Yes by all means you should go, but not by breaking your neck!”

Owen laughed and steadied himself and sophia let go, glanced at the “window” and saw again the moonlight.

“By all means you should go” she said again “but it’s late, you look almost as worn as me. Maybe stay and rest. I would offer to cook you something but i can’t cook.”

“I can cook” the prince said without thinking.

“You can?”

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“When was the last time this was used?” Owen asked as they worked together to push the human-sized stove-top to onto the kitchen counter and out from under cabinets so smoke wouldnt accumulate.

“Uhhhh” sophia didnt answer right away but her mind flashed with smoke and fire and yonah yelling water producing spells through painful coughing. “I cant remember. What supplies do you need?”

That got the princes off the topic. And she helped him get to and open the giant cupboards and drawers to find the human-sized utensils, as well as open the giant jars of ingredients. The prince picked out a lot of dried fruits and preserved nuts.

“Wow, you climb around like this all day? No wonder youre so strong” he breathed hard after they had climbed down the counter to the pantry and after climbing around in there, climbed back!

“What do you mean?”

“Your punch!” he laughed.

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“You can cook!” Sophia laughed when the prince set out two bowls of sweet boiled buckwheat with the fruit, nuts, and spices. She didnt realize how hungry she was as she tucked in. When was the last time she had eaten?

“It's just breakfast kasha.” said the prince taking his own bite, “but thank you

“Yeah i tried to make this once” sophia mused “nearly blew up that stove you used”

“I dont believe that” he said then saw her face “oh, ok.”

“Whoever you do end of rescuing, you will make very happy” Sophia says trying to save the mood and failing miserably.

“I doubt I’ll be allowed to continue cooking if i become a king.”

“That’s nonsense!” sophia exclaimed a little too loudly as Owen dropped his spoon. She let him clean himself up before explaining.

“You’ll be KING, you will be making the rules!”

“Kings cant just make up rules” Owen pointed out “this isnt some fucked up world where kings and queens rule with iron fists.”

“No but when it comes to arbitrary and unofficial rules of society a king can say fuck that!” sophia countered.

“Hm, i guess you’re right. Thanks for this pep talk!” he said.

“Thanks for the porridge” sophia returned, “I can clean up, how about you head out, but if you see anything dangerous in the forest and can run back here, please do, i dont want a kind hearted prince like you getting hurt.”

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Sophia did have the prince help her put away the stove, that was a two human job, but had the prince run off while she put away everything else and cleaned the dishes. The prince was amused, a princess cleaning dishes! Sophia almost punched him again for that, princesses should learn basic chores just like anyone else. So should princes! Anyone who goes adventuring needs to know how to clean their mess kit and do their own laundry. She should have had the prince help clear the dishes, now she had to climb back and forth to get them all to the sink.

She was about halfway through washing the dishes when she heard it.

FEE FI FO FUM

Yonah was back

I SMELL THE BLOOD OF THE HUMAN KIND

Oh fuck the prince! He hadnt even made it out of the workshop before yonah got back! She dropped whatever she was holding and rushed upstairs. First she had to climb out of the sink, then climb down the counter, then run across the kitchen to the stairwell. Then she could run up the stairs. Or mostly, there were a LOT of stairs. And the prince hadn’t even known about the secret human sized ones and had likely made his slow way climbing each giant step and was too tired to outrun a hungry half giant!

Wait yonah had already said the rest of the line while sophia was thinking all that, we need to get to the top of the stairs to see what’s happening.

Sophia climbed into the workshop just in time to see the prince’s flailing feet disappear into yonah’s mouth as the half-giant swallowed to get the lump in his throat down.

“YONAH!” Sophia yelped with the most accusatory tone she could manage which was pretty accusatory, she was royalty after all.

The next moment sophia was dodging out of the way as Yonah fell off his chair, choking and sputtering. It took a full minute for Yonah to finish swallowing and breathe normally. His face was red and shining with sweat as he continued to lay on the floor, coughing and wheezing.

This was not the reaction she was expecting and to her surprise she found herself worried more about how the prince was doing. Sophia knew from experience that being stuck inside yonah’s throat while he choked on you was a terrible experience, however she had always been under her glass curse and it had been mostly uncomfortable, the prince could be really hurt!

“Is he ok?” Sophia ran up to his stomach and pressed her ear, there was no screaming and she thought maybe she heard some panicked breathing but that could have been yonah’s racing pulse.

“What?” Yonah wheezed

“The prince! Is he ok?”

“I- don't know. Why do you care?” he gave her a dirty look as he couldn't muster the strength to sound hurt and jealous because sophia wasn't asking if he was ok! He almost choked to death on a stupid prince! Yet, Sophia’s concern was compelling and he sat up, leaning against the wall and poked at his stomach.

There was a flurry of movement which he felt against his sore abdomen. Ohhhh spitting up this prince was going to suck. The movement was visible, as light tremors and jerks from the outside and Sophia relaxed a bit.

“Why the fuck do you care?” yonah asked again, his voice stronger “That was a prince! I stopped him from rescuing you.”

“He was leaving” sophia said, the muffled voice from yonah’s stomach providing an echo, “He was very nice and accepted my word that i didn't want to be rescued”

Yonah growled under his breath “oh”. It was unlikely that knowing that before encountering the prince would have changed his actions. And he was pissed. Time to be a bit evil. He grabbed sophia for comfort and she didn’t protest.

“Well,” he coughed, “I suppose if he wasn’t going to rescue you i should let him live…”

Sophia rolled her eyes but didn't interrupt

“But you’re little stunt has my chest in agony, I dont know if i can spit the prince back up,” he coughed again and didnt have to pretend to be in pain but he did exaggerate it. “And i haven't eaten all day, im not sure i want to give up this free meal”

The hurt was worth the satisfaction of the prince finally protesting in earnest fear, screaming to be let out and making the futile attempt to escape as if his stomach was a burlap sack. Sophia wanted to tell the prince Yonah was lying but she knew she’d get extra chores for spoiling his act. Or he’d eat her and while that was better than chores yonah could hurt himself in this state trying to eat more people. He was an idiot like that.

“If you need more time to recover maybe cast that little spell?” sophia nudged him right where she thought he’d be most bruised and from Yonah’s wince she was spot on.

“Dammit you're right” he hissed in the practiced way that kept his victims from hearing him. It was a simple spell that would keep the prince safe for a very short amount of time, but longer than he would without the spell. But it didnt help with the lack of air.

So by the time Yonah spat up the prince, 20 minutes later, he was thoroughly unconscious. Sophia worked on getting Owen out of his disgusting armor and most of his equally soiled clothing. It took a little demanding on her part but she got yonah to take them to the washroom so at least Owen wouldn't wake up in a stinky sticky state.

Well she tried her best. Owen woke up as the washroom sink was filling with warm soapy water.

Owen sat up picked up where he left off screaming.

“Quiet you” Yonah growled, leering over the prince and Owen froze. But did not remain quiet.

“I'm alive!?” he sounded unconvinced “I’m alive!” he sounded elated.

“Not the brightest one are you?” Yonah sneered. “My princess convinced me to show you mercy, as you were not going to try and rescue her against her will.”

Owen looked around and spotted Sophia “thank you.” He looked back to Yonah for the nod of approval which he was given.

It was a little awkward washing up under the hungry gaze of the giant that had successfully eaten him but Sophia didn't seem worried so Owen tried not to think about it. It was very awkward having the half giant carry him and the princess back upstairs into the workshop to see him off. But he was not put on the window but on the workbench.

“Don’t touch anything” Yonah ordered

“You dont have to tell me twice” Owen said, but Sophia also said “ughhhhh fine” before she gave him a smile and a wink that only made Owen shudder with worry.

“AH! There we are” Yonah said after a minute of rummaging around. He put down a box, not a treasure chest just a nice wooden box that made a jangling sound. He opened it to reveal a collection of weapons and armor. Owen did not ask where these things came from but he had a very vivid and correct imagination.

Yonah picked out a very nice looking sword decorated with pearls and held it out to Owen who took it without thinking. It was a bit off balance.

“Uhhhhh” Owen didn’t know how to respond. Thankfully the giant spoke.

“For your bravery in the face of certain death, for being a decent person, and for being a delicious snack, I bequeath you this magic sword!” The words sounded very rehearsed but also sincere. Especially the delicious snack part which Owen wasn't thrilled about.

“What does it do?” Owen asked “or wait is that rude to ask?”

Yonah grinned “no, it’s very smart to ask. But it’s easier to demonstrate. Give it a swing”

The prince swung the sword and the pearl under his hand became warm, then the entire sword became pearlescent until the shine gathered at the tip and came off as a large bubble. The bubble didnt do anything so the prince popped it with the sword. And a large dire wolf appeared, it was shiny like there was a film of soap but it seemed otherwise solid. It stood at the ready and growled at yonah but Yonah ignored it and it did not attack.

“It summons beasts? From bubbles?” Owen asked.

“That’s it’s main trick” Sophia said, nearly bouncing with excitement, “if you practice and summon big enough bubbles you can use them for shelter! And if you figure out how to swing it properly it can shoot bubbles at your enemies!”

“Magic bubbles?”

“No normal ones that are made of soap and hurt your eyeballs if they pop in your face!”

“We have reason to believe it does more but we were unable to figure it out” the giant added “let us know if you discover more powers”

Owen agreed. And was far into the forest again before realizing he had no idea how he would do that.

[FIN]

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smolghostbot · 1 year ago

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GT July: AU / Thief

Fun fact, when Melody was first imagined, they were a somewhat threatening nature spirit before turning into the awkward AuDHD human dork they are nowadays. I thought it would be fun to remix that version, and that makes this… almost an AU, right? An alternate timeline kinda?

Today's Writing Challenge™️ was to do the entire piece without any proper nouns, but still try to make it clear what was happening... complicated as Patch uses they/them here and Spirit!Melody uses they/it.

Word Count: 1k (Had some fun with this one) Non-AU Character bios in my pinned post ⚠️CWs⚠️: Vague mention of ableism, typical "first meeting" Borrower fear, as well as proper fearplay with a vore-adjacent threat. The vibes are definitely whumpy, and it has a purposely ambiguous ending that is adjacent to kidnapping.

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Finally, the sprite had arrived at the grove. They had only heard rumors of it, but here it was! The mushrooms in this grove, when soaked in the nearby mineral springs, were said to be able to cure any illness. Though they didn't know for sure if the magic would count their disability as an illness, they had to try, even if they had to venture to a forbidden part of the forest to do it. They couldn't stand the judgment, the whispers about their silence behind their back. Rumors abound of a ferocious guardian spirit who lived nearby, but the grove seemed clear, if a bit quiet.

As the sprite made their way to one of the smaller mushrooms, only a few inches taller than their two-inch frame, they removed their trusty mushroom-cutting ax from their bag and began to chop it at the base. It was after only a single swing that they felt something was very, very wrong.

In an instant, they felt something wrap around them, as if it rose from the ground itself, the texture of skin but the neutral coldness of wood. They didn't even get a chance to struggle before being yanked up into the air. As soon as it registered in their brain, they desperately struggled to free themself, to get to their backpack and get away. But they were already staring down a creature that could only be the guardian spirit the legends had spoken of. Its pale skin the color of a light wood, complete with soft darker ring lines going horizontally across the center of its face. The wood lacked the subtle reds of human skin, and it seemed that all of the extra red was stored in their eyes, the color of a dark red amber, with lighter orange sclera. Their hair seemed to be a radiant blueish green, the color seeming to shift as the sprite looked at it, as if an energy flowed through it. On the creature's forehead was a pair of horns, or antlers perhaps based on their shape, which looked as if they were also made of wood in a browner shade.

After they stared at the giant, taking in the details and realizing it had been doing the same to them, it spoke, in a deep, but distinctly feminine voice, as it stared at the little sprite with clear disdain. "A child of the Light Forest, I see. It's rare that we see your kind this far into my territory… You're quite small."

The sprite was terrified, but couldn't escape from the giant hand grabbing them if they wanted to as the giant being continued to speak. "Tell me, little creature, do you know what happens to those who harm the residents of this grove?"

The little captive's eyes begin to widen, their pointed ears involuntarily pulling back against their head in fear.

"Well, no answer? I'll assume you didn't know then…"

As the giant creature spoke, their hand lowered down a bit, such that the sprite was looking directly at the giant's mouth. "Anybody who steals from this grove… ends up a part of it. And not in a way that most wish."

As the gigantic lips moved, showing off the sharp teeth within, the captured sprite became terrified, understanding the threat well. The hand holding the terrified sprite was moved back up to eye level. There was a moment of silence, them both staring at each other, before the guardian spoke again, seeming confused. "... Are you not afraid?"

The sprite shook their head no, before thinking, then nodding yes, before finally resorting to just doing an exaggerated wince. Stupid negatives in questions, they make it so hard to respond correctly.

"You're not one for words, are you? Just like the plants… You've captured my interest, an uncommon feat. Why are you here?"

The sprite was gently placed on the ground, staring up at the massive creature that had grabbed them, looking somewhere between a woman and a tree. Leaves flowed down its torso, as if they were a robe of some sort. The sprite hardly reached the ankles of the massive creature. Thinking quickly, they pointed to their backpack, which was discarded near where they were lifted. The giant spirit nodded.

"You may, but I wouldn't try to make a run for it if I were you."

After retrieving their bag, the sprite took out the bottle of spring water. They began to pantomime cooking a mushroom, and then an eating motion. Finally, they held their hand high in an exaggerated operatic singing motion, mouth open but completely silent.

"... I see. Well, I have unfortunate news for you, little forest child."

The sprite's expression dropped, fearing they had offended the giant. They mentally cursed themself. Shouldn't have mentioned eating the mushroom, shouldn't have mentioned eating the mushroom,why did I do that?!

"Calm yourself, that wasn't a threat… yet. It's true that this forest has healing powers, although, you could have simply asked me rather than harm my children. However… I sense no illness that I can cure. Even if you succeeded in your little quest, nothing would happen."

The sprite looked at the giant in disappointment as they continued to speak. "So… your little quest was a fool's errand. And now you're here, having both met me and harmed one of the grove's mushrooms… you understand what this means, yes?"

Legs wobbling, the sprite fell to their knees, hanging their head.

"I see, you do… But you know, I am feeling generous today, and the poor mushroom was not slain by your weapon, merely injured. How about I make a little deal with you? I'll spare you, but in exchange, you keep me, the trees, and the mushrooms company… For the rest of your days."

The sprite stopped to think, although there wasn't really a choice to be made. They could either perish, or live here forever. And… though they feared the giant's wrath, an escape from the rest of their kind… may not be too bad. The forest guardian smiled approvingly as the new resident of the grove slowly nodded their head.

"Very good, small one. Welcome to our little family."

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skullsnbruises · 1 year ago

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I caved; more designs maybe coming soon or never

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benjaminthewolf · 1 year ago

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Consume The Bogus (Vore Story)

More Punch-Out Vore? Don't mind if I do! Also I'm not going to explain right here why this is tagged with both gt and same size vore because that would ruin the surprise.

And for anyone who doesn't understand the title...basically its a Punch-Out community inside joke.

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“Ah, finally, me nostrils can actually breathe without gettin’ clogged up with fine dust!” Aran Ryan commented to himself as he gleefully scurried across the cool, smooth, metallic air duct floors, mentally recalling the previous time he had done something like this. “And this time, I know for certain I ain't gettin’ interrupted!”

Fandom City wasn’t particularly known for having safe beaches or coastal regions that tourists and rich people galore would flock towards in the summer, if only because of the butt-clenchingly horrifying amount of Putrid Beasts constantly lurking beneath the dark waves. Despite all of that, though, they still, indeed, did exist, and though this was mostly just due to the fact that there was, of course, a rather non-insignificant number of characters inhabiting the realm who lived on the coasts of their home universes, the association in the general media at large of coasts and beaches with tranquility had still managed to remain intact with little regard towards the beasts, leaving just enough of a demand at hand for a marketplace around the deep-rooted niche to spring up.

It wouldn’t really come as a surprise to anyone, then, that the fat-walleted, fat-assed, fat-egoed Californian bastard only known by his boxing alias “Super Macho Man” had decided to settle down in one of those beaches’ fancy rich people resorts for his current stay in Fandom City. Undeniably, such a narcissistic individual like him absolutely would not have it any other way.

It wasn’t the boxer’s abundant stacks of cash that the characteristically chaotic little rat Aran Ryan was seeking here, however. No, not at all. It was of similarly little surprise to anyone that Super Macho Man would often indulge his giant wallet to stock up on expensive brands or forms of food. In particular, copious amounts of rich-people caliber wine and cheese, for it seemed that having these stocked up inside his fridge would always cause the beach girls guesting in his resort room to be just that little bit more loyal to him in his experience. As you have probably already guessed, then, at the mere thought of that utterly extravagant, tres tres tres cher fromage lying ahead, Aran Ryan began aggressively salivating on the spot.

“Oooooooh just wait ‘til I get me two little hands upon that otherwise unattainable treasure…” he likewise longed to himself in jittering giddiness whilst continuing to hurdle himself across the cavernous metal passageway. “Just another left here ‘n then I should be good to drop down!”

Promptly completing just this, Aran safely leaped down onto the counter of Super Macho Man’s resort room kitchen counter, before swiftly glancing around in order to plan his next move. Firstly, he immediately confirmed his prior assumption that the famous, buff boxer was out on yet another expensive rich-people restaurant date cash splurge, probably with that blonde chick named Carmen, meaning for now, there was absolutely nothing in between himself and his goals. Secondly, though, if only to hammer home that point straight down to the mantle, Aran Ryan would soon gain yet more evidence to pile on top of a growing body supporting the conclusion that, surprise surprise, Super Macho Man wasn’t the brightest bulb in the box.

Naturally, in order to open the fridge, Aran would simply have had to just shift out of his rat-man form and back into his, well, man form, where he could easily fling the thing’s door straight off of its hinges, and yet, in this specific circumstance, that honestly didn’t even met the qualifications to be classified as a necessity anymore. That’s right. Super Macho Man had somehow forgotten to close the door to the fridge.

Luckily, it didn’t seem like it had been this way for long, and so the food laden within still retained its prior coldness. Nonetheless, this still meant, of course, that all Aran Ryan had to do now was find out which drawer was the cheese drawer, wherein he could finally, enjoy the fruits, or should I say, the cheese, of his successful infiltration with absolutely nothing but jubilant bliss.

Aran Ryan could thus almost instantly sense saliva drooling off his tongue as he, with not the slightest hint or sliver of comprehensible thought inside his skull, eagerly dashed about and maneuvered, with spasming, yet most definitely targeted mania, into the chilled depths that was the fridge. Aran Ryan didn’t think. Aran Ryan didn’t reason. Aran Ryan did not possess any capacity for anything at all other than the one, singular action that was ultimately hinged and predicated upon the man’s instincts alone. And that action was, in plain prose, just: “Consume”.

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Super Macho Man had immediately retreated into the resort room’s bedroom area along with his unquestionably mesmerized girl the instant he entered in through the door. This little preformative climactic decision ensured that the kitchen wouldn’t be entered for quite a while, leaving Aran to remain undetected by either of the other occupants within. Nevertheless, it would eventually become time for Carmen to exit Super Macho Man’s presence for the momentary time being, once the sun began rising over the waves, leaving Super Macho Man with nothing else to do except put on some casual clothes, and decide what he wanted for breakfast once all had been said and done.

“Now, let’s see…what shall I have for toda-” and then, just like that, without any prior warning whatsoever, the jig was finally up.

It wasn’t as if Super Macho Man was entirely unused to Aran Ryan’s chaotic neutral nature, they were both in the world circuit back in their home universe, after all, and yet, upon the sheer shock of the scene, it would still take Macho a significant amount of time to simply stand there and process reality before he could once again manage to speak.

“Oh you actual fucking little pint-sized stinking dunce bucket!” Super Macho Man growled out in composed, yet constantly rising, boiling anger. “Do you have ANY idea at all just how much that cheese costs?”

Aran Ryan, who, by this point, had been awake for quite a while, could only crack a crazed smirk. There was absolutely nothing, I emphasize, nothing, within this plane of existence that the rat-man enjoyed more than causing chaos. And chaos, as you can probably quite well imagine, was just on the verge of release.

“BOGUS!” Super Macho Man spat out upon Aran’s smug insistence of not answering the question he had been asked. “DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA AT ALL JUST HOW MUCH THAT CHEESE COSTS?” the self-absorbed boxer repeated therefore.

That was when Ryan knew it was time to let out the quip.

“Uh…yes.” he calmly replied, before giving a firm pat over his undoubtedly cheese-stuffed middle, and gazing Super Macho Man straight down his eyes.

There would be absolutely nothing, zip, nada, within these next moments that could have possibly betrayed what was actually going on within the mind of the larger boxer onto the smaller one lying below. Aran Ryan wasn’t exactly sure just what he was expecting to happen, exactly, but he had been through enough of these same songs and dances by this point to know precisely how to react to each possibility, leaving him with little to no reason at all to have fear. And yet somehow, in spite of this indeed being a fact, it still happened to become reality, without a single minute drop of deniability, that Aran Ryan was taken off guard.

“...that. Is. It.” Super Macho man grumbled out, remaining still. “...if I can’t even consume my own cheese anymore…” It was only within that single millisecond that Aran Ryan finally understood. And yet, a single millisecond, in all applications of practicality, was just simply nowhere near enough time to act upon it.

“THEN I’M JUST GONNA HAVE TO CONSUME YOU!”

And then, just like that, Aran Ryan was forcefully trapped in a grip.

“E-” he wheezed out whilst under a state of pained, mental hecticness that made it practically impossible for him to consciously sense, well, basically anything; all the while Super Macho Man quite literally tossed his limp and stunned body directly through the air and towards his now wide open maw. Once Super Macho Man felt the understandably despondent Ryan aggressively splattering down onto his currently extended out, excessively salivating tongue, he would now only need a single cue from the one located atop for him to know when to execute his next move.

“Uh-eeeeeh!” Aran Ryan babbled out whilst rattling around his now considerably sopped, hazy head. “Oi! Ey, Takin’ a page from the furry playbook, eh, Bogus Man?” he immediately started taunting the larger man once he had fully recovered from the shock of the sudden vice clench. “Ah, don’t you worry…I aint no snitchy media-uproarin’ tattletale!...for right now at least…”

Aran Ryan wasn’t exactly expecting to be met with any sort of verbal response. And it wasn’t as if he really cared if he got one in the first place. By this point, Ryan was extremely well prepared to endure whatever kind of retaliation that Macho was planning on throwing at him, and was merely waiting with attentiveness and patience for the moment that the tongue swiftly retracted back inside before the powerful, sealing force of both jaws came down crashing with an echo all around him. And yet, much to the shrunken boxer’s considerable confusion, Super Macho Man…remained still. Of course, the reason, exactly, for this strange happening would have been immediately made clear to Aran Ryan, had he been capable of viewing the fellow boxer’s current expression. Rather unfortunately for him, however, that just simply was not the case, and following as a natural result of this limitation, Aran Ryan simply scoffed, upon assuming a now very much lowered guard.

“I AM NOT A FUCKING FURRY!” Super Macho Man savagely screeched out in pure fury. “AND YOU SURE HAVE QUITE THE NERVE TO TELL ME THAT WHILST HAVING THAT STUPID TAIL BETWEEN YOUR LEGS, ASS-WAD!”

You’ve probably begun wondering at this point just how Super Macho Man could’ve possibly spoken of all that, and so clearly, whilst Aran Ryan remained atop of his substantially elongated tongue. Well, the answer to that question is honestly very simple. Aran Ryan did not remain atop of his substantially elongated tongue. Indeed, the moment that Macho started screaming was also the moment that his tongue, bringing Aran along with it, at last retracted back into its normal position in his mouth. Aran Ryan had subsequently been forced to take a scuffed scraping against the rough ridges at the top of the maw before gravity splat him down onto the warm, wet, squishy muscle once more, getting his face further slathered in spraying saliva as he naturally sprawled his form out all across the tongue’s length. This time, however, he did so upon its back region instead of its front.

As a result of all this, once Aran Ryan had snapped himself back to reality, he was able to immediately gaze down into the gaping, trachea-exposing region of Super Macho Man’s lower pharynx which was currently bringing air in and out as if this was the first time he had open access to oxygen in minutes. Knowing very well that the instant that Macho stopped screaming, he was going to be faced by the epiglottis, Aran Ryan instead resolved himself to gaze backwards, and up upon the dangling uvula above his head as a result. Without skipping a single beat, he firmly grasped onto the bulbous sack with both hands, and then, simply waited for the fallout.

“AND HAD BETTER GET YOUR-URGAAAAAAHHHHH! BLEUGH-WHAT THE-” Super Macho Man gagged out upon surprise of the sudden sensation.

“EHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! YEAH, WHY DON’T YA TRY AND FORCE ME DOWN YOUR GAPING SPHINCTER-HOLE NOW, MR. TIGHT ASS!”

Having hoisted himself up onto the softly swaying, squishy sack of flesh, with a secure and unwavering hold, Aran Ryan now casually swung back and forth upon the uvula as Super Macho Man began hacking aggressively in order to try and get Aran off of the sensitive bodily protrusion.

Allowing himself to let out another bout of his iconic, deranged Irish laughter, Aran hysterically stuck out his tongue whilst swinging himself back and upon the flesh sack, and spraying just a bit of his own spit upon the length of Super Macho Man’s own tongue as he did. Now fearing pretty much nothing when it came to the still extremely wide open drop down the gullet, Aran merely continued to enjoy his current position within the rich, champion boxer’s warm maw, with absolutely zero cares or regards in his being for the aforementioned man as a result.

At last, however, Super Macho Man came to realize that trying to force Aran off via coughing was all, in the end, fruitless. The only way now that he could possibly get Aran off of there now, as he saw it, was indeed to try and do just exactly what the snarky rat-man told him he couldn’t do mere seconds ago. Doing this, he assumed, would shut the man well up for good.

Thus, lowering down his upper jaw, and bringing the majority of his soft palette with it, Super Macho Man swallowed once, hoping the pulling motion plus the displacement would be enough to send Aran tumbling down. Unfortunately, however Aran only replied to this with a dull, but still painful, kick to the form of the pharynx, causing Macho once again to swallow hard in retaliation.

“Ahahahahaha, good luck with this, you living whore magnet! You just be lucky I ain’t Don Flamenco, now won’t ya?” Aran badged the larger man once again. “YOU COULDN’T EVEN KEEP A SINGLE GIRL WITH YA FOR A TOTAL OF TWO-”

And then, just like that, in a moment where Aran was more focused on hurling insults than maintaining his grip on the uvula, the habitually excessively chaotic rat-man could consciously sense himself falling down past the pharynx of his fellow boxer, before landing cleanly inside the open entry of the upper esophageal sphincter. Yet another gulp sound effect rang through the two ears of the stunned Irishman within before Super Macho Man on the outside finally heaved a great sigh of relief, placing two fingers upon the slight bulge in his throat immediately after.

“For a total of two what, now, exactly?” he then spoke with a smugness of his own before promptly clearing his throat and stumbling off towards his personal bedroom.

“A-a-ah-” Aran attempted to reply, yet obviously to no avail. “A- ta-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-”

Aran Ryan knew very well that he was currently being squelched rhythmically and sensually via the slick, tightened muscle walls of Super Macho Man’s esophagus. He knew that in terms of responsibility to this very outcome, he alone could be pinned with the blame, as indeed, letting your guard down whilst in a situation like this was one of, if not the worst thing that one could do to themself if they wanted to escape the situation without getting slathered and soaked within gastric juices. And he knew, with his brain frothing and screeching the concept relentlessly out towards his body, that there was, still, in fact, one final option remaining, and one which he knew that he had to take now, lest his body be squelched too far down to be as horrifically effective as it could.

Super Macho Man had managed to make it to the door of his bedroom at this point, and was rather intent on just simply turning the knob in order to access the lavishly comforting chamber inside…………..before…that was… within but a singular, devastatingly bewildering, unrecognized sensation which came, and spoke, and acted out to his brain inside merely the time frame of a second, that entire notion became dropped for the whole of the oncoming minute, as Super Macho Man stood in horror, realizing that something very, very, VERY, very wrong was now happening inside his throat.

For the first couple of seconds, the sensation was merely that of a slight pushing motion stretching out the walls of his esophagus. Had it stopped at just that, Super Macho Man would’ve assumed that it was merely Aran shoving himself against the muscular tube in resistance with a lot more force than Macho was expecting him to be able to deliver. But once he began to feel two fleshy, cylindrical objects rising up and pushing against the throat’s walls very fast from the spot he knew that Aran was currently in, as well as significantly uncomfortable malleable tautness from the section of the esophagus inside his chest region, that was when he knew that it wasn’t.

It was as if his esophagus was attempting to hold within its volume way, way more than it could comfortably handle all at once. In his chest region, it seemed to be the case that something was cramming itself against either side of the esophagus’ walls, whilst up through the rest of his throat the two cylinders continued to rise. The onset confusion that Macho had understandably received from the sudden change of events was only destined to last a few more seconds, however, before finally, the cylinders shot out his mouth. And then, all of a sudden, everything made perfect sense.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WHAT, YOU THOUGHT I’D JUST INSTANTLY GIVE UP AND CONCEDE ALL THE VICTORY TO YOU? WHAT WERE YOU EXPECTING TO HAPPEN, EH, MACHO? I AM A BLOODY SHIFTER AFTER ALL!”

To this, Super Macho Man could only respond with a scream. A scream that was significantly muffled from the fact that Aran’s calves were now situated right over his larynx and trachea, but a scream nonetheless.

Upon sensing the raw pain emulating out from the lungs of his fellow world circuit boxer, Aran Ryan could only chortle manically whilst kicking back and forth both his legs in pure glee, their forms hanging just out and down from Macho’s maw. His boxing boots were still covering both of his feet, even though they didn’t show up in his borrower form, so as the two limbs continued jostling about through the air, they periodically thunked against Macho’s chest, something which only further limited the boxer’s ability to breathe.

With Super Macho Man screeching in agony whilst flailing around in sporadic panic, and Aran Ryan guffawing in utter bliss, one would indeed be rather justified to assume the deranged Irishman's ultimate victory. After all, he had successfully managed to stop the larger man from consuming him whole by shifting to the point of matching size. Now, the momentary single option for Macho is to get Aran out of his throat, before he manages to kick him to the floor.

Or is it?

Now, why don’t we all take a step back, and examine the situation objectively? Yes, Aran Ryan might have been able to catch Super Macho Man off guard, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that he’s still more than halfway down Macho’s throat for the moment. I mean, if anything, because his new size necessitated him to slide further down the esophagus, that means he’s actually way closer to Macho’s stomach than he was before! So, then, what is Super Macho Man to do? Well, while Aran does indeed seem to have full control over this situation, that “seemingness” is only an illusion. All Macho has to do in order to regain the upper hand, is, well, just simply, swallow. If he swallows, then it is very likely that Aran’s head is going to end up going through his lower esophageal sphincter, and, well, then he’ll just be in his stomach! Then, Macho only has to swallow some more to get Aran the rest of the way in! And I mean at that point, it’s…well…it really is just up to him. He can choose to digest him and send him back to Fandom City’s nearest respawn point, or he can keep him inside for a while, and…find a way to deal with him later. But before we even get to all that, Super Macho Man first needs to get over the hurdle that’s in front of him, that hurdle being, the realization that all this is even an option for him in the first place. Well, then why don’t we all step back into the situation, and figure out how it goes down?

Naturally, for the first couple minutes of this situation, Super Macho Man was…very much unable to rationally think. Like, at all. With his body’s sheer panic mode activated and in full swing, all Macho’s brain was able to process was “HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT-” ad infinitum. Yet, as his brain rushed its neurons back and forth, the need for “survival”, as it comprehended, but more accurately, the need to get out of this situation, still did remain completely unsolved. And so, Super Macho Man’s brain began redirecting some of its power away from completely freaking out, and towards thinking up a solution. And by then, it would only become a matter of time before he stumbled across his second option. The firing of the neurons in his brain resulted in only a small jolt from his head. And yet, he still knew, it changed everything. At that point, it would only be a few seconds before Aran discovered it, too.

First, it was the realization that Macho had stopped with his screaming that Aran had managed to detect. Next, it was the realization that Macho was standing still and calm, instead of flailing around like a gaming streamer after losing the fight due to cheese. And finally, it was the realization that Super Macho Man had swallowed him for a second time, and the natural motions of peristalsis were currently pushing him deeper inside of his being.

Immediately after the second swallow, Super Macho Man once again closed up his jaws, as Aran’s boots had been shoved inside his mouth from the gulp. Now recognizing that he only needed to swallow one more time in order to doom his fellow boxer to his guts, Super Macho Man proceeded to waste zero time in doing just that, lest Aran Ryan think up a way to retaliate again. Macho could feel the firm objects sliding downwards and past his gullet region, as the now utterly silent Aran Ryan within was placed face-to-face with reality.

Indeed, as predicted, Aran Ryan’s head had been squeezed past the lower esophageal sphincter when Macho had swallowed a second time, though he was unable to outwardly react due to shock. It would not be very long, of course, before his upper body joined in as well, however. Soon after Super Macho Man had swallowed for the third time, Aran could feel himself slipping further in by the instant. All he could do at this point, whilst his body was cleanly slipped through the natural valve, was hope that the liquids sloshing within the churning chamber right below would not immediately burn through his skin.

For Super Macho Man on the outside, then, the rapidly oncoming sensation of having the one who’d just so brazenly resisted his punishment for his thievery ultimately trapped in sheer helplessness within the tight, shifting confines of his guts came as a wave of pure bliss washing over his body and mind. He was barely even able to remain standing as his stomach bulged outwards with a gurgle. Quivering in undistilled ecstasy upon rather shaky knees whilst his body settled Aran into his giant growling belly, Super Macho Man let out a few audible quavers of glee whilst placing both hands upon the tight and sloshy stomach before him.

Aran, meanwhile, was hardly even able to believe it, even though it was blatantly obvious. His attempt to resist getting swallowed had failed. Super Macho Man had managed to get him into his guts in the end. And now, all he could do was sit and wait. Wait to see if Macho would digest him. Whilst the goopy, thick, heated, slimy walls shifted and churned all around him, the currently harmless water-like liquid continued to slosh about beneath him, causing Aran to, at the very least, be thankful that he wasn’t currently in any pain. Well, if you discount the mental pain from being bested by Macho, that is. Nonetheless, Macho could indeed choose to make that harmless liquid acidic at any time. So unless he could get him to throw up, then he was, indeed, at his control.

And that was when, whether as a momentary coping mechanism, or just Aran Ryan being Aran Ryan, Macho was able to feel a great kick at the walls of his guts. It didn’t quite snap him out of his felicity, but it did cause him to immediately dart his attention to his stomach.

Aran was now thrashing violently within the compact chamber of Macho’s guts, launching vicious kick and punch after vicious kick and punch at the walls. Rather unfortunately for Aran, however, stomach walls are indeed very thick and multi-layered, meaning there was much more insulation within Macho’s stomach than there ever was inside his throat or his mouth. In the end, this resulted in a show of resistance that, rather than causing Macho to scream, instead, only made him heartily laugh.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA-OH NOW ISN’T THAT RICH? ISN’T THAT RICH? YOU ACTUALLY THINK YOU GET OUT OF THERE, CAN YOU? WELL TOO BAD! NEXT TIME, MAYBE YOU SHOULDN’T STEAL MY CHEESE!” Macho spat out to Aran locked within.

Aran couldn’t bother to respond, as he was still far too busy with attempting to get out of dodge and prove Super Macho Man wrong to do, well, anything else, much less consider that maybe, just maybe, it was him that had gotten proven wrong.

Nonetheless, as Aran’s futile display of resistance only continued inside of Macho’s bulging belly, the rather stuffed man on the outside was finally able to turn the door handle to his bedroom, and step his way in as a result. Hazily making it over to his bed, Super Macho Man immediately hoisted himself up into it, not bothering to pull down the sheets since it was still the morning and he had gotten plenty of sleep last night. Laying himself down on his back, Super Macho Man promptly let out a great sigh as his body sprawled out over the mattress. And then, he was faced with a question.

Would it be a more effective punishment to digest Aran and cause him great physical pain before he respawned, or, leave him inside his growling guts for much longer, and inflict him great psychological pain, instead? That was when Macho remembered one of the iconic quotes Aran had made in his very first fight against Little Mac.

“Keep hittin’ me!” he had spoken. “I love it!”

And thus, Super Macho Man decided mental pain would be far more effective unto Aran than physical pain ever would.

Shifting around on his mattress, Super Macho Man proceeded to place his two hands on his guts once again, and began to rub over it sensually. Aran on the inside was nonetheless far too preoccupied with his still completely futile resistance to be able to sense anything going on outside. He had, however, recognized that the liquids below him still were not harmful, and thus, Macho most likely wouldn’t digest him. Regardless of that, though, Aran still refused to give up. Hurling a flurry of insults upon the joyous man he was in, Super Macho Man only chuckled and gave a great eye roll as Aran continued his screams.

It really didn’t seem like the Irishman was going to give in any time soon, and so, Macho instead decided he should simply sit back and enjoy his ultimate victory.

Cradling the rumbling, growling, tightened organ in his hands, Super Macho Man lay in contentment, his tongue casually lolling out of his mouth, as Aran kept up with his fighting. Fighting for his very pride up until he physically couldn’t anymore, deep within the man’s goopy, churning, heated guts. Never did he think he would ever lose any kind of a battle so horrifically, and especially after he had managed to gain the upper hand in its midst. The situation ending at this? No. Aran Ryan would just not accept that.

Thus, as Aran Ryan only continued to shift, slosh, and flail all around, trapped within Super Macho Man’s gurgling stomach, there was only one single thought bouncing around within the space of his raging, rattling skull. Only one thought, only one word. And that word, with no qualifiers nor adjectives, was, plain and simply, “Revenge.”

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nobodywritingao3 · 11 months ago

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Could you link Your Love (Deja Vu) part 4, cuz I can’t for the life of me find it

!! yeah

i decided not to post chapters of my stuff to tumblr unless it had g/t or vore and chapter 4 had neither. it's on my ao3 but i dont have plans to post it on tumblr

here is the ao3 link

all of my stories are locked so only registered ao3 users can see them

#nobody answers #nobody polls

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trivialovehandles · 2 years ago

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requests open!

i am going to tentatively open requests (with the note that i work full-time and mostly am just here on weekends). i’m having fun writing the 21 days series but i’m also having a heck of a time keeping them short, so i thought doing some shorter request pieces would be fun too! so here’s a list of what i’ll write :)

(ao3 link)

yes:

all ban/gt/an ships, pairs or poly

weight gain, feedism, chubby kink, etc

mutual gaining

soft feedism

body positivity

light teasing

magical/supernatural/instant/rapid weight gain

gender changes/rule 63 (as long as it’s not just gender-bending to make a ship cishet! i welcome all gender interpretations: trans or cis women, trans or cis men, all shades of nb folks, etc)

a lot of stuff! it’s just easier to list what i won’t

maybe:

pregnancy: no cis mpreg; everything else is good!

idolverse: body image standards in the industry bum me out but this is kink fic and we can bend the rules

hybrids: i don’t like the trope of hybrids as second-class citizens or pets, but i don’t mind if they’re essentially just people with cute ears and some animal-like habits lol

nope:

anything non-consensual (be it sex, forced wg, revenge scenarios, etc)

underage

immobility

slob

bodily functions/fluids

omegaverse

cow, piggy, otherwise dehumanizing/humiliating language

ageplay, daddy kink, etc

vore

cheating

reader-insert

the word “moobs” lol

visuals:

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voreplier · 7 months ago

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Also, this is a genuine question. If anyone wished to revive the blog would you be down or you'd rather give full responsability to someone else ?

I will give to these questions one answer, which is a No. I wouldn't.

I decided from that moment to keep it as an archive. I don't have the heart to delete all those stories the others created in there. As mentioned in the last update post in VE (Vorish-Egos), managing this blog and meeting people of this peculiar niche was such an astounding experience. It will be something that I will never forget.

And with having such sentimental feelings towards it, I don't think I could ever give its ownership to someone else.

But just because VE became the archives, that shouldn't stop you from thinking about the egos in such scenarios. Find other artists who make ego noms or create your own blog dedicated to them. There is literally nothing stopping you from doing that.

Another thing I mentioned last time was the potential of making a completely new blog, with the egos and/or Obey Me characters.

Now please read those next sentences slowly. Do not get hyped. I repeat. Do not get your hopes up. Future is often unpredictable, and everything might drastically change at the end.

If the near future goes as smoothly as it is at the moment, I will make that new blog. It will be bigger than VE (with potentially multiple fandoms beside OM! , ipliers and septics). So even more vore and non-vore gt content, for everyone to enjoy. Once and if I create that said blog, I will reblog a bunch of stuff from archives to it.

We will see what the future brings.

#vorish #update #septicnoms

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vore-scientist · 2 years ago

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The Witch and the Prince: a Mystic Woods RoleSwap

A Tail of the (inverted!) Mystic Woods

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The king shrugged “Whatever you wish.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Very well.” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You- You’re”

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

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

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

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

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

“Well?” she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Blankets?”

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

But that wasnt what surprised him.

“You can shrink?”

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

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

“No, it’s a spell I modified.”

“How so?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or so he thought, for one final moment.

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

Nevermind she was being dramatic.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you build this kitchen?” yonah asks.

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

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

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

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

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

“How- are you a-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“right now is time for gardening”

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

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

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

Oh! “My suitcases.”

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

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

She jumped. Out the window.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then his prediction came true.

“Listen up prince!”

Sophia said out of nowhere.

Yonah immediately froze and stood at attention.

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

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

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

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

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

That got a reaction.

“Did you say Snack?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She straightened up and did not stop smiling.

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

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

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

“Before I eat you out of boredom,”

/oh.../ not that nice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yonah shrugged and blinked but did not say anything.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What happened, what did you do?”

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

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

“Do you really have to eat me?”

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

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

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

“Eat you naked? Gross!”

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

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

“Uh, you want me to- strip. Here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

A fanged jaw and eager maw.

Then he descended.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It worked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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