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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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