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vixen525noms · 1 year ago

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Because I Loved Still Subject to Change

Sorta AU thing where my apocalypse world character Sam visits @lizard-shifter-chaos's world from the story Still Subject to Change

Warning for: Soft, safe vore; violence and fighting; talk of mass death

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This was really, really bad. Like when Rikaad had fought him, but without the snow. It might even be worse because somehow this person seemed to know exactly how to fight a giant beast.

Donovan had been out with his friends Robin, Arthur and Rikaad in the woods, away from where he thought anyone might see them. The rust haired Robin had been on his back, but had decided he'd rather nap in Donovan’s pouch so he decided to oblige his friend. His friend had only his legs sticking out as he swallowed when he heard a voice yell, “Oh hell no! I am not letting monsters kill anyone!”

He swallowed more quickly to get Robin safely in his pouch as he heard his other two friends try to tell the stranger to stop… Donovan just managed to look down in time to see this stranger grab onto his green fur without hesitation and scramble up to slash some sort of weapon at his neck… Damn the scrawny fella was fast! A huge chunk of green fur fell to the ground. Thank goodness his short mane was so thick, but it would only slow the stranger down for so long. He swiped a paw at the stranger as they moved to slash, and despite his own speed this fighter grabbed onto fur and swung out of the paw’s arc before he could make contact. What a dodge!

He snarled and turned to snap as the guy moved further back on the mane and started climbing… again they avoided his move expertly. He swiped his paws again… how can the fighter keep dodging so well? This was bad. He was too tall for his friends to help, and this attacker could scramble over him like an angry alley rat… That gave him an idea. Living on the streets he had been attacked by rats in the past. They weren’t the hardest to deal with: if you have hands that can reach them. As flexible as the green furry feline form was, this guy could see his paws coming too far ahead of time as he stretched to keep swiping as the fighter swung and climbed about as he slashed… Yee-ouch! He had gotten past the thick fur! Hopefully a change would catch the attacker off guard.

He pawed to turn the gems on the magic bracelet, activating the change to his form away from the giant green feline and to a humanoid giant. Yes he now lacked the protection of thick fur, but the stranger was getting past that anyway. And he had experience with a humanoid form fighting small agile things. Hopefully knocking off rats was comparable enough.

He grabbed with his hand and just as he did the person dropped below his reach and grabbed his clothes to scramble back up again. Donovan hissed in pain as the bladed weapon cut past his clothes and sliced a gash across his abdomen. Okay, smarter than rats so still a problem, but how had the stranger seen him move to grab? He had been trying to hide his moves specifically to avoid that! He heard shouting again from the angry fighter as his hand slapped his own chest just as the fighter dodged again. What was said was rather… unexpected. The fighter had proclaimed, “I will carve you open to rescue who you ate! This won’t be my first time saving someone that way, and you won’t be the last giant I carve up to save someone from digestion!”

While this degree of skill could only have come from having faced similar foes, it still didn’t make sense to Donovan. Where could this stranger have found that? Donovan knew his bracelet was extremely rare… so what else could this stranger have fought to know how to climb and fight like this? How had she not fallen to the ground when his fur vanished from her grip? She had barely dropped at all before grasping his clothing and climbing back up… to adapt so easily she must have previously killed shape changing creatures.

Donovan gave another hiss of pain, and was starting to get more worried. He knew his friends were near his feet with swords drawn, waiting for any opportunity to reach this stranger, but Donovan wasn’t sure how they could help. He heard what sounded like a weapon being sheathed as the fighter was now trying to get to Donovan’s throat from his shoulder! Donovan managed to slap at his shoulder to force the fighter to let go and grab onto his shirt on his back to avoid the hit.

He heard Rikaad shout, “Donovan! Fall flat on your back now!” Donovan knew Rikaad was extremely smart, and could make plans really well. There was no hesitation, Rikaad had to have a plan to keep the fighter from slicing his throat the moment he was on the ground. So he let himself drop and fall back as fast as he could. He felt the fighter release the back of his shirt to dodge… and by the time he turned his head he could see Arthur and Rikaad had managed to use the forced dodge to allow them to pin down the fighter.

Donovan sighed in relief. He could see Arthur was angry about the situation but Rikaad seemed more calculated. Rikaad looked at Donovan, “Get Robin out. This woman’s actions seemed to be driven by wanting to save someone she saw you eat, I think she will stop struggling and fighting us when she sees Robin was not harmed.” Donovan was briefly puzzled. Woman? But then he realized the fighter was a woman. It has become obvious only when her shirt got a bit torn while his two friends restrained her. She had bindings on her chest to hide that she had breasts, but the stranger was a woman.

Still, she was struggling and fighting against them so best to prioritize what Rikaad said if it might help. He brought Robin back up as he sat on the ground, setting him where the woman could see the red head was unharmed. She seemed to lose all fight immediately, which made it much easier for Rikaad and Arthur to restrain her. Tying her wrists for now as they started to check for further weapons.

Donovan’s attention snapped to Robin as Robin saw the injuries, “She hurt you! That looks bad!" Robin was already checking to see however many injuries Donovan got, and was not happy. Rikaad was already trying to question the woman. Donovan scooped up Robin in his hand, “It’s okay. It’s not that bad. Besides, she just wanted to save you.”

Robin hugged his hand, “She hurt you! She could have killed you!” Donovan rubbed the little red head's hair, “I know… but I am fine now. She calmed down the moment she saw you were unharmed. You know my biology is weird. She had no reason to know about my pouch, to her it would have looked like you would end up in my stomach. She was even shouting about carving people out of monsters to save them. I don’t know where she’s from, but it sounds like she’s seen giant monsters actually eat people. Oakley can patch me up and maybe he can figure out what’s up with her. But I’m asking you not to try to fight her. Remember, Rikaad reacted the same way.”

Robin and Donovan decided to just watch as Rikaad and Arthur made sure she had no other weapons. They identified the bladed weapon she used as a machete, but didn’t recognize what it was made of. The backpack she wore had little in it… it had two other large bags, bottles that contained water, and a couple small sealed packages that when opened had some kind of prepared meal inside. There was also what seemed to be jewelry in there. Nice stuff, would get a good price if sold. So it seemed like she was prepared to get some things but didn’t bring much with her. She had a strange bracelet too, not like his though, and Rikaad couldn’t find how to remove it. It had a rectangular part, images and writing on it. Probably some sort of magic because some of the writing and images changed at times.

Once Rikaad and Arthur seemed certain there were no further weapons on her, they discussed how to get her back to the castle. Still felt strange sometimes that Rikaad had turned out to be the heir and it was now his castle, but it sure was useful at times. Solved a lot of problems when your friend was in charge. They had concerns about transporting the woman back to question further. She was an extremely capable fighter and could be dangerous even unarmed.

Arthur actually said maybe because she was unarmed, unlike Rikaad had been in the similar situation, putting her in the pouch could prevent her from fleeing or lashing out. It sounded like a petty way to give her a scare for what she did, but Donovan did not want to put someone in there who moments ago was ready to kill him. Rikaad was suggesting she had some sort of magic because he had observed her moving to dodge Donovan’s hits before he even moved, as if she could somehow predict when she might take damage and move to avoid it. It was why he had sheathed his sword and had Arthur do the same before attempting to restrain her. Magic meant she was way more dangerous, and how dangerous and what she could do was a complete unknown. That made the suggestion of putting her in the pouch an even worse idea. Hopefully Oakley could help them figure stuff out.

Donovan placed Robin on his shoulder, “I’ll just hold her securely with my hands while we walk. It should keep her restrained until we get additional help.” Rikaad nodded, agreeing that was the safest way to keep the woman secure. Donovan picked her up carefully and she offered no resistance. He even heard her mutter that she was sorry for the misunderstanding, then added, “While I feel bad about the mistake and hurting you, I also want to warn you that if you do try to make a meal of me, I will carve my way out with my own bones if I must,” and then she then went silent again. So yeah, putting her in the pouch was definitely a terrible idea. Arthur carried her bag and weapons and Rikaad stayed ready to fight, as he was the most skilled with a sword. And they started the walk back.

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The whole experience since jumping to this world had been wild to Sam. Seeing that big green short-mane lion thing swallowing a human down reminded her far too much of the troubles at home. Of seeing her own brother barely breathing from being swallowed down by a similar monster. She had drawn her carbon-fiber machete and rushed forward. She knew from experience with similar sized monsters she had limited time to carve the beast’s belly open before the one eaten had irreversible damage.

Well, at least in the vast majority of cases. Her friend Jacob had been the sole exception. That weird healing factor of his… When she pulled his bloody form from that giant she felt sure it was far too late and all she could do was give him painkillers to ease his end. He had already lost a leg and she could literally see his lung through his chest! Would be another stranger she was too late to save. But she was wrong. She pulled him to shelter and gave him painkillers. She didn’t know how the currently skinless man could still be breathing, but she put him on a clean sheet on the ground and stayed up all night to keep feeding him painkillers. She was astonished when after the first hour, his chest was sealed closed again… and she realized that he had an ability. Hers was to sense danger, his was to heal. And heal he did.

She couldn’t help but briefly smirk as she thought about how she had made such a loyal friend. But her thoughts soon went back to the fight with the giant currently carrying her as they all went… somewhere. The green cat monster had seemed like a mildly challenging kill. Thick fur made it hard to do damage, but slicing it away solved that. The giant had apparently thought changing form would dislodge her as the fur suddenly vanished…

But she had seen, and killed, form changing monsters back home. The giant invaders back home had come in all sorts of variety. The many different types making it hard for mankind to know how to kill each type is part of how they had eliminated so many people. Based on radio reports they had gotten, even the largest cities that once housed millions had at best a couple thousand survivors hiding out. But apparently things were very different here.

When she had briefly glanced people near the feet of the giant, she had naturally assumed they were trying to take him down as well to save the other human. She hadn’t been able to focus on their actual actions, just be aware of their location. She had been sure she nearly had him when she got on his back where it was harder for him to smack or grab at her. Before long she would have had an opening to either slit the throat or drive her machete in his spine… Then she heard a shout and he dropped back. Now that she could think about the sequence of events, she realized the stern looking fella had actually ordered the giant to drop down on his back and the giant had obeyed without question. It was wild to think about. Seeing them interact since then. Seeing him get the human out of his belly. Seeing how the one he had swallowed was so clingy… They were friends. With a giant. It may not be in her world, but it gave her that glimpse of hope… Hope that maybe not all of the big people were monsters. She desperately wanted to find a way to stop the destruction back home. If she could find a non-hostile one back home, maybe they could find a compromise or negotiation.

But that was a slim hope. For now she had to wait and see what these people planned to do. She still had her teleporter on her wrist… it was locked in place and couldn’t be removed, so she always had an option to escape if it got desperate. But she had let herself be taken captive in the past when she jumped to worlds. Heck some decent trades had even happened after such things, where she offered the jewelry she brought to get supplies for her people. Other times she had just broken out when they weren’t watching and stole what she needed. These people… didn’t seem unreasonable. Not entirely at least. Sure they weren’t happy she attacked the giant, but other than that the one seeming to want to scare her by feeding her to the thing, they had been very reasonable since she stood down. No physical retaliation for the injuries she caused. Just took precautions to assure she couldn’t do it again.

She glanced up as a shadow passed briefly overhead. A flying monster of some sort? Some of the monsters that accompanied the invading giants had been small… but this wasn’t the place those giants came from, so no telling. Could just be a condor, those were some rather big birds… or who knows what. But the shadow caused the group to pause on their trip and the giant to say something about oak tree? Weird. But she could now see something human-sized come down through the air to land near the two humans. She’d need to listen to figure out what was going on.

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Seeing the shadow pass overhead, Donovan knew who it had to be immediately. “Oakley! We were just coming to see you!” Oakley flew down to land by Rikaad and Arthur. “Funny seeing you here! I was just about to go investigate some strange energy out this way, but you four already found the source and were even bringing it back! How thoughtful!” Rikaad started to tell Oakley about their initial encounter, and how he figured out she somehow sensed anything dangerous so they had to put swords away to be able to catch and restrain her before any further harm came to Donovan.

Oakley glanced up at the woman in Donovan’s hand, “She seems rather passive now. Of course she had no way to know about Donovan’s pouch, I doubt there’s anything like that where she’s from. Things are probably very different, considering if I’m right, she’s from an entirely different world.” The others were quiet briefly as they processed what Oakley just said. While they were making sense of it, Oakley flew up to land on Donovan’s arm to take a closer look at the woman. “Hmm… I think she may need medical attention even if she wasn’t hit during the confrontation. Even at a glance I can see signs of malnutrition and severe exhaustion. And a lot more could be learned from her with a proper examination. We should head to my tower.”

Oakley continued to examine the young woman as they walked. Poking at her, asking questions, seeing how much she would open up. But she remained quiet, only occasionally speaking. When asked if she had killed giants before, her answer was ‘Far too much’. When asked if she still wanted to harm Donovan, she shook her head. When asked if the jewelry in the bag was stolen she answered no, she brought it with her to use for trade. When asked what she wanted to trade for, she said her people were desperate for food more than anything else. Questions about her ability to fight and magic she remained silent on. Questions on who her people were and where they were made her tense. Easy to guess that she was protective of them.

It was a bit amusing to see how the young woman’s eyes went wide as it became clear they were going to the castle. Donovan glanced at his friends, deciding to surprise the girl a bit more, “So Rikaad, seeing as you are king I guess it makes it your decision if she goes to a cell or just to Oakley’s.” As he suspected, her quickly looking from him down to Rikaad again with wide eyes was a bit amusing. Probably made her more worried that she had attacked a friend of the king. But Rikaad was smart and sensible, so his reply was no surprise. “She is being cooperative, and Oakley seems concerned about her well being. Medical wing for rest. She stood down as soon as she knew Robin wasn’t hurt… Her reaction to what you do was no different than my own. Even if she had an advantage against you that I did not, she should be treated no worse than I was after the same mistake… Although under close supervision as she has not earned the same level of trust.”

The girl relaxed a little at what was said, perhaps finding it reassuring that even friends had misunderstood that kind of behavior in the past, and that the mistake would not put her in the dungeon. Granted, they also had no idea if the dungeon would even hold her, so slight shows of trust on both sides would be required. A bit of hospitality and help recovering wouldn’t be hard, and may get her cooperation for Oakley’s tests and maybe more answers to their questions.

Once they were outside the medical wing, Donovan set the young woman down and she stood still. Rikaad approached, “The guards will have orders not to let you off castle grounds, at least for a while you won’t be allowed to wander without escort. If you agree not to flee, I will cut the rope from your wrists.” She considered a moment, “As long as nobody hurts me, I will not leave without informing someone. The only way I will leave urgently is if I am harmed or if I receive a message from my people that they desperately need my help with defense or rescue. If I do have to leave because of such a message, I will make a good faith effort to return here. Is that sufficient?” Rikaad considered for a moment, “An exception to save those you care about is more than understandable, as long as you inform whoever is your escort.” Once the young woman nodded to agree to inform her escort, Rikaad cut the rope away so she could move freely. She rubbed her wrists a moment. “I would like my belongings in sight, even if I’m not allowed to access my weapon. It was hard to get and if I need to depart to save others, I’ll need my weapon.” Rikaad nodded, “If you are willing to cooperate with Oakley’s tests, your belongings can stay within sight of you.” She arched a brow, “If the tests remain non-harmful, I will cooperate.” Rikaad glanced at Arthur, “Make sure they go in the medical wing with her.” He turned back to the woman, “Do you have a name we can call you?” “Sam.”

As Sam was led into the medical wing, Donovan noticed the plants of the gardens had almost seemed to perk up. They hadn’t looked that nice in a while… not since the gardener had died. Perhaps she was part dryad like he had been? It was certainly interesting to see. Now that things had settled down, he placed Robin on the ground and used his bracelet to get small again and enter the medical wing as well. He had a lot of cuts to get treated after all. Once Sam was seated on the bed, Oakley came over to start applying medicine and bandages. Donovan could see Sam staring. He also noticed Robin was glaring a bit. Not happy Sam had hurt him. Sam then spoke, “I… am sorry I got so caught up on things I didn’t hear the others yelling at me. It was just… a very familiar situation. Not just the thousands I witnessed getting eaten when the invaders arrived, when I saw from the safety of a rooftop too tall for them to reach… but…” She seemed hesitant, “It was so much worse when even though we had survived the invaders for months… but local gangsters nailed him with an explosive on his way back from a supply run… He was too injured to move… I was going to drag him inside, but by the time I reached the door that damn purple feline thing already had his limp form in its mouth… I watched it swallow my brother… my twin. I first started keeping my hair short and styled like this because that way every time I look in the mirror I feel like he’s looking back at me.”

Donovan was shocked… it was no wonder she was too emotional to hear the others shouting at her… and the tears running down her cheeks as she told the story made it clear this was not some lie. It wasn’t just about saving people. She was fighting her own memory. Reliving a trauma… and it probably made matters worse that his form was also feline at the time. It must have felt like it was happening all over again. Donovan forced a smile, “Just don’t swing a weapon at me again, and all is forgiven.”

Donovan had decided to stop in to see the strange woman again around dinner time, once people had time to cool their heads more to see if she was adjusting at all, or if she had caused any trouble. Oakley was gone running tests on samples at the moment, so there was just the usual medical area staff and it looked like Nea was assigned to keep an eye on Sam. Smart choice. If anyone could handle such a potentially dangerous foe, it was Nea. Nea was a heck of a guard and warrior woman. Even crutches hadn’t slowed her down in the slightest… It was interesting to hear her laughing. Sam apparently was telling her about some of her own fights, “Yeah, it’s happened more than once. Carving into the belly of a monster to pull out an acid soaked victim is… gruesome. Unfortunately some of the people I saved turned out to be local gangsters who wanted to repay my kindness by trying to gut me to steal my supplies. Their mistake. But most of the time I don’t target giants eating gangsters. There’s a couple in the city who seemed to figure out if they leave the area my people use alone they are safe.” Nea nods, “Sounds like it would be a hell of a foe to fight. Maybe there’s a way I can visit some time to practice against the unique enemies you have there.”

Sam and Nea both paused in their conversation when Donovan approached. Sam seemed much less on edge now. Perhaps medical care and lunch had been what was needed for her to give trust a chance. Sam immediately asked Donovan how his wounds were doing. “Nearly gone. Oakley has some great treatments, so even the deepest gashes will be fine in no time. Dinner is going to be ready soon. Are they having you stay here, or come to the main dining hall? I hope you at least get to try the cinnamon bread. It’s really good.”

Sam frowned, “They wanted me to remain here and I’m trying not to cause too much trouble…” Nea however was already putting Sam’s machete in the backpack and putting it on, “Nonsense! As long as you are with your assigned guard there should be no issues!” Even with Nea holding her belongings that she wanted to keep in sight, both Donovan and Nea could see she remained hesitant. What happened next surprised nobody who knew Nea. Nea just grabbed Sam’s arm and jerked her up to be standing, starting to half drag the stumbling woman to the door. When one of the staff tried to intervene, a cushion from a nearby bed hit their face before they could react. Donovan couldn’t help but smirk, it was amusing to see how Nea must have dealt with the medical staff when she was told to stay to recover.

So Donovan joined them as Nea half dragged Sam to the dining hall. It made it easier to find it anyway, the castle still felt like a maze to him. He could see Sam studying the way they went. He wondered if she would have an easier time navigating than he did. Entering the busy feast hall could be a tad overwhelming at times when you weren’t used to so many people, and at a glance he could see it gave Sam pause. Not that Sam had much opportunity to pause, Nea was already dragging her to get a plate while talking about some of her own battles again. It was clear Sam was excited by so much food. Not surprising seeing how skinny she was. How could she be such an effective fighter while on the edge of starvation? It was kind of incredible.

It was once they were all seated and Sam had a huge plate of food she started to open up a bit again. Talking about how she hadn’t seen so much food since she was a child. Since before her father killed her mother and left her to live on the streets with her brother. The streets are a hard place to live, so in that way he could relate. Apparently there had been options of places for them to go run by the government, but they had a bad reputation of breaking up siblings and they wouldn’t risk that. They also couldn’t risk people learning about any abilities or risk being locked up and used for their own purposes.

Well it was more and more obvious the way to win Sam over was food. Should have been obvious with how skinny she was. She was more than willing to explain why she came to this world now that she had a big meal in front of her. Food. Food was the whole reason. Because it was unsafe to try to travel to farm areas and too exposed, her people needed food sources so she teleported to other worlds because she was the most durable and traded for or stole food for them. She could only do so when there was a lul in the attacks and threats. Apparently they had been hunting rats and pigeons in the city for meat. Stray dogs when they were available. Some of the city gangs they fought with resorted to cannibalism. Sam just used the bodies of those she killed to bait other animals to eat. It was fascinating to hear the different ways they managed to survive. Donovan couldn’t help but smile a bit, “Rikaad is a good man, and a good king. I’m sure he’ll send plenty of food back for your people. He won’t judge you for having weird abilities, nor will he try to use you. You gave us a scare, but if food is really your only goal I doubt there will be any other issues.”

It took little to get her to talk some more, especially since she had hopes of getting food for her people. She talked about them, about the pros and cons of their unusual group. Apparently most of the group thought she was male, specifically because two members had strong beliefs against female leaders so it simplified things to have them just be cooperative. It was hard to find people who can do hard work, so having those two helped compensate for the weaker members, like an old lady and a child. Sounded like things were rough and desperate where she was from, and probably everyone there was traumatized after seeing such mass deaths. Donovan offered her some cinnamon bread, which led to her talking about how when they do get things like flour, the older lady could bake some really interesting sweets using dried seasonings they had. She even offered to share other recipes that use cinnamon! She really didn’t seem like a bad person once she was relaxed.

After dinner, Donovan decided to visit Rikaad and fill him in on what he learned. Rikaad was reviewing what Oakley had learned when Donovan walked in. Donovan started to discuss what he saw, about Nea dragging Sam to the feast hall, and he suspected she was going to have them share a regular room instead of going back to the medical wing. Rikaad nodded, confirming he expected Nea would act that way, but he was hopeful letting the two warrior women hang out together would go well. Donovan talked about how they had been talking when he showed up about their different combat experiences, but Sam really opened up about her situation once they were eating. Donovan sighed, “Her whole reason for being here is desperation. They have a hard time getting food because of how dangerous the area they live in is.” Rikaad nods, “She did seem extremely skinny, and Oakley said she has both extremely severe exhaustion and malnutrition. He suspects that the same ability that lets her dodge attacks might make it difficult to sleep in her world because it’s such a high risk area. He actually wants to talk to you about a solution to help her with that. I was going to suggest she stay to recover from the malnutrition for a while, but if her people are that desperate we may need to send her back with supplies sooner and simply request she comes back. If what you explained about her situation is accurate, I think the gift of food will encourage her to return.”

Rikaad paused briefly before continuing, “Oakley wants to study her more, and when Nea learned about how Sam moves to fight large targets, Nea wants to spar with her and see if they can share techniques for combat. Having new techniques that enemies can’t predict could give us a huge advantage in any future conflicts, so it would be more than worth sending food or even temporarily housing her and any others needing additional care. Such techniques could be vital if any enemy ever has multiple giant beasts.” Donovan hadn’t considered the potential danger from that kind of risk, but then again, he wasn’t nearly as tactically-minded as Rikaad. Rikaad always planned ahead, always weighed potential outcomes. So Donovan had no doubt that Rikaad’s decisions were the best course of action. Donovan nodded, “Guess I’m talking to Oakley next. Are you having Nea take Sam there too?” “Actually I sent word for Nea to take Sam to wash up and get fresh clothing before talking to Oakley.”

Rikaad paused again briefly, thinking before continuing, “One thing I have noticed… Even when she is more open and talkative, she is careful to avoid mentioning how she traveled between worlds to get here. It’s smart. She’s making sure she is the only one at risk by not letting anyone know how to reach her people. Don’t push her for that information. I suspect she would be a lot less friendly if she had any reason to think we might try to get to her people. It may not seem like a big deal to you, but I can almost guarantee it is to her. She has every reason not to trust anyone. She comes from an extremely hostile place and needs time to see we are genuine. When you go to talk to Oakley, remind him not to ask about that topic. This is a woman who does not care about her own safety, only the safety of those she protects.” Donovan nodded. It made sense… it took him time to trust his friends, so of course it would take her time too, even if she was being more friendly. It wasn’t all that different from how he made sure very few people knew about his pouch and how he could keep people in it safely. His secret was because it wasn’t an easy concept for people to understand and accept, basically to protect himself and potentially others if he used it to fake someone’s death. Her secret was because the knowledge could be used against her people, basically to protect those she cared most about. A secret for safety in both cases.

Donovan had barely gotten to Oakley’s tower then he flew down to talk to him. Oakley seemed rather excited by his test results and was rambling about the girl’s unique biology. It was kind of interesting. Things like immunity to most poisons and even a number of medications and apparently she could sweat capsaicin and other plant based insect deterrents. He talked about how most of the magic woven into her being was inherited, and the combination made it seem like she was custom bred to be some sort of warrior or slayer. Bred to be a monster slayer would explain how even in a malnourished and exhausted state she could fight so well. “I actually need your help for my next experiment! I think that magical detection of danger is why she can’t sleep and I may know how to get around it. I’ll need you to be big for this experiment, but I am quite confident the results will be positive! Her immunity to so many drugs and such mean that most sleep medicine would fail on her, and I even tried a bit of chloroform in the medical labs before I got to run my tests, so it’s not restricted to plant based things. That would have been my theory originally because of how she can produce certain plant based chemicals, so it was good I tried that to know the immunities extend beyond that.”

Donovan watched Oakley flip through notes he had apparently made on Sam, clearly having been enjoying learning about a human from another world. As old as he was, unique learning opportunities probably aren’t so common anymore. So Donovan would just enjoy seeing Oakley excited. “It’s quite fascinating. When I asked her about sleep, she apparently only rarely had problems when she was young, especially if she had her brother with her. And more recently she has managed to get just enough sleep to stay alive by having her closest ally in the room with her. So being safe is apparently key, and it isn’t dependent on trust. The ally tactic worked even before she knew him well, and even though she is close with other group members, it doesn’t work with them. So the conclusion I reached was that it has nothing to do with trust but instead relies on a combination of being capable and willing to assure her safety. The guy it works with was military, so capable, and she saved his life so even before she knew him enough to trust him, he wanted her safe.” Donovan considered what was said, “So me being big would count as capable is what you are thinking, right?”

“Not entirely.” Oakley says, “But close. Arthur should be bringing her down here before long. Nea will have been told you are handling keeping an eye on her at night.” Oakley flipped to a different page, “See my theory is a proper barrier to any threats along with assured protection will create a perfect environment for her to sleep. Thus in your pouch would lead to instant sleep. And if it doesn’t work, you can always just get her back out.” Donovan stares for a moment, “You want me to put someone who attempted to kill me in my pouch?” Oakley grinned, “Well yes, not so different than with Rikaad. And this will be better discussed to assure you don’t get stabbed. Besides, she’s had so little sleep it’s a surprise she isn’t dead from it yet.”

Donovan was very unsure of this idea… Oakley was insane… but also had yet to be wrong. Once Sam knew Robin was unharmed she backed off immediately, but Donovan was still wary. She had threatened to carve her way out with her own bones if she felt it necessary. But it was also very obvious she was in desperate need of sleep. Oakley made it very clear it was basically a matter of life and death. If he was to consider this plan it would have to be as a giant, as what Sam said earlier made it clear her worst trauma was with a giant feline monster.

Donovan was deep in thought and barely noticed when Arthur arrived with Sam, and he even missed part of the conversation with Oakley. But once he realized they were talking about the plan he started paying attention again. Sam was surprisingly calm as she spoke, “So what you are getting to is you want me to agree to let the big guy swallow me to see if it causes my magic to let me sleep?” Oakley seemed cheerful about how she was taking it, “Exactly! Perfectly harmless, and if you have a problem while in there, Donovan can get you right back out!” Sam frowned, “It feels like a rather… threatening action. If I start to take damage I will retaliate to protect myself. But… if it truly is harmless I suppose I could give it a chance, especially if it means the guy in charge may be more likely to give me food to take home for my people.”

It was kinda sad to process how little she valued her own life over just the chance of helping her people get food to survive, but considering who she lost, it made sense. But it was also reassuring to Donovan, she was less likely to overreact to him because she had something to gain from cooperating with whatever crazy ideas Oakley had. Donovan sighed. Oakley was sure, and she would die if a solution wasn’t found.

He didn’t like this idea, but at the moment she didn’t want to stab him so it was worth giving it a try. So he turned the gem on the bracelet to make himself big again, watching Sam’s reaction closely for signs of hostility. Sam was just looking at him. Seemed uncertain, but not hostile. Instead of picking her up, he held his hand out by her, “I’m pretty worried about you stabbing me, Sam. So please, if you get upset, at least give me an opportunity to get you out after you let me know.” Sam thought for a moment and nodded, “If I am unharmed, I will not harm you. I am very uncertain of this, but I will cooperate with this… test.” Donovan gave a slight smile, relieved she was willing to agree to that.

Donovan decided to still take it slow to watch for a reaction, waiting until she chose to sit in his hand to pick her up. But she remained calm, tense but little reaction. She also didn’t react, at least not in a way he noticed, when he opened his mouth and brought her close to it. He glanced frequently at her to look for signs of lashing out, but she seemed to really be willing to try this. Before long he was starting to swallow her, trying to make it go quicker so she wouldn’t be in his throat long. She was definitely much scrawnier than anyone else he had done this to, and it actually made it easier. It didn’t take long before he felt her slide into his pouch. He was kinda glad he started using that word instead of trying to explain it as a non-functioning stomach.

He could feel her adjusting her position in him, and he rested a hand over the spot where her form was, “You okay in there? Not feeling stabby?” That actually got a slight chuckle from the woman, “You know… I’ve never liked fighting and killing. It’s just been a necessity. And while I might be a tad slimy, there’s nothing… harmful… so I don’t…” Her words were interrupted by her yawning, “…see a reason to use…” A second yawn and she continued, “…the emergency bone… blades I can… pop out.” While it was nice she was saying she didn’t want to stab him, Donovan still found the information a bit horrifying, “You can actually pop out your bones into weapons?” He heard her yawn again. Seemed like Oakley was right again and it was affecting her fast. But even tired, Sam managed to get out a partial response, “Sorta... It’s complicated.” Her words seemed to come out slowly. He thought he heard her starting to mutter something else, but she just went limp. As best he could tell, she was already asleep.

Donovan soon noticed Oakley was grinning as he watched. Easy to guess he figured out his theory was right. Oakley thanked Donovan for helping with this test and started taking more notes as he went back into his tower. Donovan wasn’t entirely sure what to do next, but eventually just walked to his modified shed to lay down, not wanting to disturb Sam as she slept. He wasn’t surprised when Robin eventually joined him laying in there. It was pretty common for Robin to sleep here. It was certainly an odd day, it would be interesting to see how things went when the fighter in his pouch woke back up.

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