#voraciousvore

[alexcutecolly]

For the vore ask game:

Pred who eats a whole bunch of tiny prey buffet-style so they're all churning around together in his big belly with food (non-fatally if you prefer)

hard pass | rather not | meh | neutral | ooh | yes please | absolutely delightful

Definitely in a non-fatal way, a pred stuffing themselves with prey along with food is a pretty cool idea!

I also love how well it'd fit in a foodplay scenario, for example if the pred garnished a dish and placed one or more tinies onto it, if they straight up combined food and prey like with sushi or sandwiches. Not sure how willing the prey is though, lol.

Alternatively, I also like to think that all tinies actually wanted to get nommed, so basically after being swallowed they all chill together as the pred eats some more meals until they're full ❤️ and if the pred falls asleep, everyone in their belly follows suit xD it'd just be a very cute idea imo, hehe

[wholegrainvore]

hello, do you have any recommendations for other vore blogs? ive only recently started looking for vore stuff on tumblr and its so hard to navigate bc of the ban :/ i like male pred and digestion stuff as well if that helps! thank you

ooo let me show a couple of my favourite blogs some love!!

@nombitenary - chris is such a good pred and has VERY rich lore hehehe

@teal-fiend - very good povs and well-written scenarios!!!! i eat their stuff up genuinely i don't think anyone puts more thought into the Implications of vore existing in a society so its really a pleasure to read their posts ^-^

@voraciousvore - VERY long macro/micro stories with awesome worldbuilding and overarching plots w/ vore as a recurring plot device 😳

@voraciousbeast - the lovable beast!!! look through his art and writing lots of good food here

@verydigestible - such good ocs ghjdjdgbhjdhgfd

@squirmifyoulike - LOTS OF FATAL VORE SCENARIOS!!!! squirm provides us our good good food. everyone say thank you squirm.

@monster-teef - go through its writing tags if u want to absolutely lose your mind. monster-teef is one of my favourite vore writers on tumblr ghkdghdfj

@ltsmoving - VERY VERY COOL OCS quality posts

@phantum - has old man vore yaoi 10/10

@mmmleckerlecker - BREAKING NEWS: BELOVED AUTHOR OF HEART PANGS ALSO HAS GREAT POSTS

@teefsntums - arthur is constantly serving quality art and groundbreaking new vore ideas never been seen before 😙👌

@dinnergirl - not exclusively a vore blog but uhhh... this bun tends to attract preds~ quality voreposts found here

if any of you want to be removed from this post pls let me know!! also if anyone knows more blogs that anon might like feel free to reblog and add them!!

[yummynomms]

Accidents Pt. 1!

VERY angsty, proceed with caution!!

I LOVE this type of situation, When the pred is so scared for the tinies life, its so heartbreaking when they know that they are the reason for their danger even if thats the last thing they want. like uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh the angst I YEARN for it!

Next

btw they are drunk! not aroused! the blushing is from the alcohol!

@voraciousvore

[gt-daboss]

Bianca and Cesar

Its Bianca and Cesar! Two characters from @voraciousvore's story(s) Bigcorp and its sequels! despite what this picture depicts, its actually mainly a M/f story, but that doesn't mean she doesn't play any role in the story!

The story does have v0re as well as other mature themes though, so if that doesn't seem to be your thing, don't complain to me or her about it, just don't read it. Still, just because the story has vore, doesn't mean my acc will ever post vore so if it bugs you don't worry bout that!

[emijkoxy]

Day 2- Mask!

This is Ronny and Tanya

Both belongs to GiantObsession, or as you know VoraciousVore on tumblr

[tinycoded360]

lilliput Adventures Chapter 5

@gt-daboss @voraciousvore @emijkoxy

*Knock, knock, Knock*

Tori rolled over, bringing her pillow with her, trying to block out the sound.

*knock, Knock, Knock. *

This time, knocking jolted Tori awake. She sat up with a gasp, heart pounding.

"Victoria? Honey, are you alright in there?" Her mom's concerned voice carried through the door. Tori’s eyes widened as the door to her room opened.

Tori's eyes darted around the room, scanning for any sign of the tiny Lilliputians. The sheets and floor were empty. Oh no, where were they?

Tori’s eyes darted back to the entrance of her room. Her parents stood at the threshold of her room.

"Uh, y-yeah, Mom, I'm fine!" Tori called, trying to keep the panic from spreading through her voice.“What's up?"

"Well, it's almost noon," her mom replied. "I just wanted to check on you and make sure everything is okay. We saw the car out front."

Tori swallowed hard. "Yep, all good! Nothing’s wrong!” She held her breath, hoping they would believe her.

"Doesn't look like nothing," her father interjected, his brows furrowed in paternal worry. "The windshield is smashed! And you're home early. Something's not right. What happened?”

"I wasn't feeling great," Tori lied, darting her gaze away from their probing eyes. "Thought I might be coming down with something, so I left early. And then, on the way..." She let her voice trail off as if gathering her thoughts.

"And then what?" her mother prompted, gently touching Tori's arm to urge her to continue.

"On the way home," Tori continued, a flush creeping up her neck, "a deer jumped out in front of the car. I swerved to miss it, but...you know, the windshield... got smashed pretty badly….. I’ll need to get it fixed."

Tori's mother hesitated, her lips parted as if to question further or nag Tori on such reckless actions, but with a glance exchanged between the parents, the unspoken words hung suspended in the air. Her father simply patted Tori on the back, a silent nod affirming their decision not to pry.

"Alright then," he said, his voice steady but eyes still clouded with concern. "We're here if you need anything, Tor."

"Thanks, Dad," Tori replied, her voice nearly a whisper. Her gratitude was genuine despite her gnawing guilt for the deception.

Her mother offered a warm smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes; her daughter’s story didn’t sit right with her. Tori watched as her parents left her room. She quickly went to her door and shut it behind them. She breathed out a sigh of relief.

After a long pause, she heard their footsteps retreat down the hall. Tori exhaled in relief, shoulders slumping.

Her head swiveled left and right. "Telwin?" she whispered urgently. "Fildor? Mavri? Where are you guys?"

A flash of red hair peeked out from under the bed. Mavri stood and waved her tiny arms.

Tori lowered herself onto her hands and knees, careful not to make any sudden movements that might startle her tiny companions. Mavri had her hands on her hips, looking up expectantly. Behind her, Fildor, Telwin, Linric, and Silvo emerged one by one from the shadows beneath the bed frame. They looked disheveled but unharmed.

"Thank goodness," Tori breathed. "I was so worried. I'm sorry about my parents, I hope they didn't scare you."

Fildor dusted off his tunic. "It's quite alright, Tori. We're getting used to all the giant-sized interruptions around here."

Silvo shook her head. "Still don't know how we'll manage with your folks and that Trina girl nosing around. Seems mighty risky if you ask me."

"Tori, we need to talk," Mavri spoke with authority.

Tori's fingers fidgeted nervously, her guilt bubbling to the surface. "Mavri, I'm so sorry about what happened with Trina. I never meant for any of you to get hurt. I should've protected you better, and I just-"

Fildor held up a hand, his gruff voice cutting through her apology. "That's not what this is about, lass. What's done is done."

Mavri nodded, her eyes softening slightly. "Fildor's right. We've come to realize that getting home may not be possible right now. Those model boats you bought are not seaworthy. We're trapped here, Tori. And we need to figure out what that means for our future."

"You can stay with me," Tori said, her voice steadier than she felt. "I'll do everything I can to keep you safe. I promise."

Telwin approached, his small hand patting her knee in a gesture of gratitude. "We appreciate that, Tori. Truly. But there are some things even you can't protect us from."

As if on cue, Tori's phone buzzed on the nightstand. She reached up, her hand trembling slightly as she grabbed the device. The screen lit up with a new message from Trina.

+From Trina+

-Ur Real stupid, u know that? -

-I know where u live-

-those things are mine-

-u think u can keep them hidden? I'm calling the cops. They’ll find them, I’ll tell them u stole something from me.-

Tori's blood ran cold, her breath catching in her throat. Tori's mind raced, desperately searching for a solution. She couldn't let Trina hurt them, but she also couldn't risk them being taken away. Tori’s hands started to shake, and her breath started coming in faster and faster.

Tori felt a small weight on her abdomen, pulling her attention away from the ominous text messages. She ignored it, too caught up in her own thoughts and worries.

Telwin climbed up Tori’s shirt, his tiny hands gripping the fabric as he ascended the mountain of her body. She remained still, her breath shallow, as he made his way to her shoulder. *Poor lass hasn’t even noticed me…*

Telwin peered at the phone screen, scowling as he read the threatening words. He patted Tori's face, his touch gentle yet startling the giantess. Instinctively, she jerked back, but Telwin maintained his grip, refusing to be thrown off.

"Easy there, giant," he said, his voice calm and reassuring. "Take a deep breath. We'll figure this out together."

Tori nodded, mimicking Telwin's exaggerated breathing. Slowly, the tightness in her chest began to ease, and the panic that had gripped her moments ago started to subside.

From the floor, Silvo's voice cut through the tension. "The other giants might want to hurt us, Tori. We need more than just your protection."

Linric, standing beside Silvo, nodded vigorously. "She's right. We can't be out in the open like this all the time. It's too risky."

Silvo shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Maybe we can live in your walls."

Mavri stepped forward, her voice carrying the weight of her people's fate. "We've already lost so many on our journey. An ocean trip on a poor craft would spell certain death. “Her eyes grew distant, haunted by memories. “We've thought about it, Tori, and if we stay, we'll need backup plans to escape any unfriendlies."

Suddenly, an idea sparked in her mind, and her eyes widened with excitement. "My uncle!" she exclaimed, causing the tiny people to look up at her in surprise. "He has a boat down at the dock, it’s an Inboard fishing boat.He's usually away on long trips, but he's back for the month."

Tori's heart raced as she continued, the words tumbling out in a rush. "I could borrow it, try to get you home if you know the way. It's not a perfect solution, but it's a chance, right?" She ignored to mention that she’d need to convince her uncle to take her out there or do something she had never done before……steel it.

The Lilliputians exchanged glances, a flicker of hope igniting in their eyes. Mavri spoke up, her voice cautiously optimistic. "If we could get a look at some maps, we might be able to figure out the correct route."

Tori nodded eagerly, her mind already racing with the logistics of their potential journey.

Tori reached for her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she navigated to the browser. "Maps, right. Let me see what I can find online," she said, her voice laced with determination.

The Lilliputians gathered closer. Tori held her phone down so they could see. She scrolled through the search results, her brow furrowed in concentration.

Fildor traced a route with his finger, his voice low and thoughtful. "If we follow this current here, we might be able to retrace our way back….”

Linric nodded, his expression grave. "It won't be an easy journey, but it's our best chance."

Tori felt nervous but determined. She wanted to help them as much as she could. It was just a matter of convincing her uncle to take her on a trip. She refused to consider the alternative of just ‘borrowing’ his boat for a bit.

"I'll talk to my uncle first thing in the morning," she said, her voice more steady than she felt.

Telwin, still perched on Tori's shoulder, gave her a gentle pat. "We can't thank you enough, Tori."

Tori blushed. Her hands still shook from all the excitement. *How am I gonna do this? There’s no way Uncle Jim will take me out that far…...*

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[smallbigworld]

Heya! I'm Nika.

One of my 2024 goals is to finally start a g/t blog.

I don't talk about those interests to anyone, so I'm looking forward to this.

I plan to post my g/t writing on here as well as random thoughts and dribbles.

Here's a bit about me:

*I'm 23

*I'm autistic

*I'm South African

*I'm a dog & plant mom

*I'm a Queer woman

Let's talk about my g/t interests

*I like being tiny and the prey

*I like fluff, vore, gore, and basically anything to do with g/t

*I've never actually successfully roleplayed with anyone online but I'm open to it.

*These are some of my favorite g/t creators that have inspired me:

@rocko-newjeans @thefanciestborrower @pocket-ozwynn @terristarstrike @reborrowing @friendlyfoxpal @frolix @boiled-ginger-ale @diddlesanddoodles @vore-toast @protectivepredmom @vixen525noms @voraciousvore

There are so many others that inspired me, too. The g/t community on Tumblr is awesome, and I can't wait to be a part of it. Send me a message if you want to chat.

That's all for now, thanks for reading. 🩷

[whumpinthepot]

Hamster Interactive Story

CYOA

Hamster is a palm sized girl who is kept as a pet by a bubbly human named Ashley. Ashley is often at work during the day, leaving Hamster in her small cage for hours at a time with very little to do. Hamster gets lonely while Ashley’s gone, and wishes she could meet someone her own size so they can become real friends. Little does she know, someone is already watching her from inside the house.

Content: Giant/tiny, pet trope, cages, dehumanization, power dynamics, dubious handling (moving, dressing, posing), selective mutism, poor vision without glasses, food mention, doll house play, female cast, broken bones, negative animal encounter, ableism, being watched, blood, trapping, skin injury, loss of mobility device, home invasion

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Masterlist:

1. Caged

2. Brush

3. Hide

4. Defend

5. Sling

6. Clean

7. Vet

8. Threat

9. Eyes

10. Trapped

11. Jar

12. Decision

13. Hair

14. Questions

15. Photoshoot

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Don't be scared to ask me to tag anything I missed. If anyone wants to blacklist this story I will tag it as “hamster interactive story”

My sfw Giant/tiny blog —> @gtinthepot

Tag list: @frogkingdom @verkja @whumpsday @octopus-reactivated @marvel-gt @rsitb-second-account @fallen-grace-smd @winged-wolf-s-collection-of-arts @kyp-the-spacekiwi @ilasknives @hollowgast1 @redd956 @zobodahobo @alittlewhump @blackrosesandwhump @angst-after-dark @sandygarnelle @coppercoyoti @kim-poce @mayisreallygay @smoll-stace @demondamage @vickytokio @whump-in-the-closet @shadowsnowdapple @whumpy-wyrms @re-whump @cypresscove @whumpninja @highlighterwhump @taters169 @voraciousvore

Please let me know if you would like to be added to the tag list!

[voraciousvore]

Boarding School for Giants (25/25)

1st chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/voraciousvore/731600430392639488/boarding-school-for-giants-125?source=share

------ Chapter 25 (Conclusion) ------

“I want to stay,” I repeated, “and I want you, Joey, to be my boyfriend, and Mr. Henderson, I want you to be my father.” I could scarcely believe the words came from my lips, but I felt as if an impossibly heavy weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I realized then I didn’t care about the risks. More than anything, I wanted to be loved, to be accepted, to belong. I had a home here, with the people who cared about me: Joey, Mr. Henderson, and my new budding friendships with Stephanie and the others. 

Having held back his tears all day, Joey finally started crying, but his were tears of joy now rather than despair. Overcome, he grabbed me in his hands and planted a big kiss on my tiny frame. “Oh, Eren!” he cried. “I’m so happy!” He embraced me heartily against his chest, and I could hear his heart pumping vigorously. He had been so pent-up with stress the whole day, but now the relief was exploding out of him. 

Mr. Henderson had a more subdued but just as meaningful reaction. He restrained himself and allowed Joey to hug and kiss me as he pleased. His eyes, however, sparkled with excess moisture and the rigidity of his posture relaxed as he was granted solace. When Joey was finally finished loving on me, I walked across the desk into the waiting hands of the man who wanted to be my father, and I felt like I was home. He gently lifted me up and held me to his massive chest in a hug. I sighed with contentment. 

The next few weeks were a dream. I hung out with Joey most of the time, both in and out of school, but I was making new friends every day. Giants greeted me in the hallways, and I felt safer with people around who knew me. Drake, after being humiliated, stayed far away from me, and nobody else harassed me. Joey kept me safe and helped me when I was having trouble with my classes. I admired his intelligence, patience, and talent, and my love for him only grew with each passing day. My academic performance improved significantly with his tutoring, and my teachers treated me well. I had transformed from a rowdy brat into a respectable student. I was, for once, happy with my life and the choice I had made to stay among giants. 

Before long, the legalities surrounding my adoption were completed, and Mr. Henderson was officially my dad. I continued to attend the boarding school, but instead of living in the human dorm the plan was to move in with Mr. Henderson at his house. 

“I don’t live too far from the school,” Mr. Henderson said, as he carried me along. I was finally going to get the opportunity to see my new home. 

“Mr. Hender—I mean, Dad,” I corrected myself. “Do you usually walk to work?” 

“Usually, yes,” the giant answered. “And I’ll be more than happy to take you with me. It would be nice to have some company on the way there.” He smiled kindly, and I was more than pleased to reciprocate. 

“Here we are. Your new home, and our humble abode,” he announced. “I’ve made quite a few adjustments so you can be comfortable living in a giant home.” He gestured to a ramp constructed alongside the giant steps and a human-sized door built into the wall. He placed me on the ground so I could try out these new additions myself. I ran up the ramp as the giant walked up the steps alongside me and we both opened our respective front doors to go inside.  

The house was vast, of course, but most of the giant furniture had been outfitted with little ladders or ropes for me to climb up on. My new dad had also splurged on plenty of human appliances that were miniscule versions of his own, such as a human-sized refrigerator and microwave in the kitchen. He told me that he was able to obtain these items via his connections with the school’s supplier, an easy task since he was the principal now after all. Additionally, he had provided me with my own private bedroom and bathroom, which were contained within a confined space that to the giant was about the size of a shoebox. 

“So, what do you think, Eren? Miss Eren Henderson? Do you like it?” my giant dad asked me, after giving me a full tour of the house. He was both excited and a little nervous. He kneeled down to my level and held out his hand to me. 

I looked up at him, my eyes sparkling. “I love it!” I cried, jumping up into his hand. He lifted me up and cradled me against his gigantic body in a warm embrace. I snuggled up to him and closed my eyes. The hole in my heart that had plagued me for most of my life had finally been filled. I was home. 

Author's Note: Thanks for reading to the end! I hope you enjoyed the story, despite its flaws. Feel free to leave comments, including criticism. If you liked this story, I have a lot of other g/t and vore stories!

Writing Masterpost

This particular story has a sequel as well, but be warned: the sequel is far more "adult" in content and contains lots of vore, explicit sex scenes (including non-consensual), violence, kidnapping, torture, and in general is very gruesome (though it has a lot of fluff/ sweet moments too). It is titled "In the Belly of the Giant" and can be found here.

[alexcutecolly]

💝🥰😇🧸🤩📜🖼️

💝: I love you (platonic)

🥰: I love your blog

😇: You're one of the kindest people on this site

🧸: Soft vibes

🤩: I admire you

📜: Your fics are top tier

🖼️: Your artwork is stunning

Awwwww thank you so much pal!!! 😭😭❤️❤️ You're amazing omggg 🥺🥺❤️❤️

[wholegrainvore]

my drawings of @voraciousvore's characters chef cruor and chef gore <3<3<3<3 i love these men theyre so sillys

read buckys do it now

[yummynomms]

Accidents Pt. 2!

Once again, quite angsty! But ends on a fluffy note this time ;3

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and they're alright!! the general consensus was that we all wanted our poor tiny to get out safely, (me too!), so...

Tags: @voraciousvore @emijkoxy

[pool-floatie]

Im dying yall are so sweet i just come back and see my shit got reblogged by @voraciousvore ?!?!?! are you GODDAMN kidding me ive been followeling them for so long and they seem like such a big name in the community?!?! Am Iwrong abt that? maybe, But im so fucking happy yall liked it im freakin out a bit- i work rlly hard on this stuff cause i wanna give yall gourmet writing but i still have doubts about my ability so im just so happy to have a bit of recognition 😭

Iwas worried it was gonna be too much and ppl would be mean or smth idk😭 sorry for the rant im gonna stop being insane real quick-

[emijkoxy]

Gtober day 18 - looming

Ronny and Candy from Big corps story @voraciousvore story on wattpad or tumblr.

He for sure loves to toying with her in a such cruel and evil way you ever imagined 😭😭

[tinycoded360]

Firefighter part 2

Here it is! I hope you all enjoy! Tag list of those I thought would like to be tagged; if you don't want to be, just let me know, and I won't do it again. @voraciousvore @gtzel @empressxmachina

Lucy’s tiny hands trembled as she gripped the metal bars of her enclosure, her breaths shallow and uneven. She let out a huff of frustration, her eyes scanning the rodent cage that Mike had so thoughtlessly placed her in. It was no larger than a shoebox to someone of normal size, but to Lucy, it was a prison. A latched gate at the front of the cage meant to keep unwanted critters out—or, in her case, trapped.

The thick latch barely budged under her four-inch frame. She gritted her teeth, throwing her whole weight against the unyielding barrier. "Come on, come on," she grunted through clenched jaws.

With a cry of frustration, Lucy collapsed backward, wincing as her shoulder slammed against the hard floor. A dull ache radiated down her arm now. "Useless," she muttered, glaring up at the door that towered above her. She wouldn't be getting out tonight. Exhaustion crept over her as she curled up in the corner, shivering against the cold that permeated the cage.

Lucy awoke early the next morning, her back sore and muscles stiff from a night spent on the hard cage floor. She paced the confines of her tiny prison, trying to psych herself up.

"You can do this," she muttered under her breath. "Don't let him intimidate you just because he's huge."

She steeled herself, ready to give Mike a piece of her mind when he showed up. She would not be cowed or treated like a pet!

But all of Lucy's courage evaporated when the giant lumbered into the kitchen, still half-asleep and scratching his messy hair. He was just so massive compared to her four-inch frame, like a lumbering bear next to a mouse.

"Morning already?" Mike yawned loudly, oblivious to the storm brewing inside the tiny girl.

As he set about making his coffee. She stood motionless, watching Mike drop heavily into a chair, his presence dominating the small space. He wrapped his hands around the steaming mug and brought it to his lips, his gaze settling on the cage – on her.

"Damn, what's this?" Mike's voice rumbled through the room as his brow furrowed, noticing the mottled bruise coloring her shoulder.

The room seemed to lurch as Mike's hand reached towards her, the cage door swinging open with ease under his touch. "How did you even get hurt?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern and confusion.

Panic surged through Lucy as his fingers, thick as tree trunks compared to her fragile form, enclosed around her, lifting her from the cage. The world tilted, and suddenly, she was airborne, face-to-face with the giant who held her fate between his fingertips.

"Mi-Mike..." Her protest died in her throat, swallowed by the overwhelming fear of being so completely at his mercy.

Lucy's tiny body trembled as she was suspended before Mike's massive visage. His eyes were bigger than her whole head, and they studied her intently. She flinched as one thick finger gently probed her bruised arm.

"Looks like you're more breakable than I thought," Mike muttered, almost to himself. "We'll get you a proper setup soon."

The condescension in his tone was the last straw. Lucy's fear gave way to a fiery surge of defiance. "Oh, geez, don't bother, that cage right there was a five-star experience!" she spat out, each word laced with scorn. "I was cold, the floor was hard and there was nowhere to take a whiz!"

Mike's eyes widened slightly, taken aback by her outburst. He exhaled slowly, the warm puff of his breath washing over her like a polluted breeze.

"I'm sorry, that was thoughtless of me," he said gently. "After breakfast, we'll go to the pet store. You can pick out something better."

"You think I want another cage?" Lucy yelled, incensed. "I don't need a cage at all! I'm not a pet!"

Mike's expression turned somber, a shadow of doubt passing over his features. "I'm just doing what's best for you! I don't think you'll be safe if you free roam." He looked away, troubled by the situation, by her resistance, or perhaps by his own doubts about what he was doing.

Lucy's tiny chest heaved with each breath, her voice escalating to a piercing pitch that belied her minuscule stature. "No, no, no, look—I've survived 20 years without you in my life; I don't want to be locked up!"

Mike's jaw clenched, his eyes a stormy sea of frustration as they bore down into Lucy's defiant gaze. "You're being ungrateful about this; I saved your life!" His voice rumbled like distant thunder, his irritation clear, yet his ears seemed deaf to the desperate plea in her tone.

"Saving me doesn't mean you own me," Lucy shot back.

Mike's brow furrowed, a silent admission that her words struck deeper than expected. But then Mike's expression hardened, the lines of his face setting like concrete as he towered above her. "I'm done with this conversation," he declared, the finality in his tone leaving no room for argument. Without waiting for her reply, he deposited her into the pocket of his boxer shorts.

"Hey!" she protested, the fabric walls of her new prison muffling her outcry. She pushed against the cotton expanse.

Ignoring her, Mike strode across the kitchen, the motion causing Lucy to sway precariously. The scent of his soap mixed with the smell of that was undeniably Mike clung to the material.

The sizzle of bacon meeting the hot pan reached Lucy's ears, followed by the crackle of eggs as they were added to the mix.

"Keep it together, Lucy," she whispered, drawing a slow, steadying breath. Her fingers, nimble and practiced, grasped the hunting knife handle strapped to her thigh.

She inserted the blade into the cotton with surgical precision, feeling the resistance before it gave way, thread by thread. Sawing gently, she carved an escape route, mindful of Mike’s movements as he turned from the stove to retrieve something from the fridge.

The hole grew wider, a window to freedom. And then, with the grace of an acrobat, she eased herself through the gap, dangling momentarily. Her legs swung free, searching for purchase in the air.

"Here goes nothing." With a gulp, she released her hold on the torn fabric, plummeting downward in a controlled fall.

The ground rushed up to meet her, but she rolled with the impact, muscles absorbing the shock. Her triumph was short-lived; the bellow from above signaled that Mike had caught a glimpse of her daring descent.

"Lucy!" His voice boomed, laden with betrayal and concern.

She didn't hesitate, darting across the tiled floor with the speed that only desperate adrenaline could fuel. Mike's shadow loomed, his hands like clumsy cranes swooping down to snatch her back.

"Damn it, Lucy, stop!"

Her world narrowed to the safe wedge of darkness between the counter and fridge. She slipped into the crevice just as his fingers grazed her back.

"Please, come out. We can talk about this!"

Lucy pressed herself further into the shadows. She was no pet, no doll to be tucked away in a grown man's pocket.

"Talk? Like you listened before?" Her voice was a defiant hiss, a serpent ready to strike. "I'm not coming out."

"Lucy, I just want to—"

"Save it!"

Mike sighed heavily, "Fine, Lucy," he muttered, though his voice boomed like distant thunder. "Stay there if you want."

It wasn't until the front door closed with a finality that echoed through the empty space that she dared to move.

Creeping out from her sanctuary, Lucy's gaze landed on the plate left on the floor. It was a feast by any borrower's standards, piled high with bacon and eggs, steam still curling up from the freshly cooked meal. Her stomach growled.

"Thinks he can bribe me with breakfast," she scoffed quietly, eyes narrowing as she approached the offering with suspicion etched into her features.

Yet, as she poked at the eggs, she found no sign of tampering. Just the rich aroma of yolk and the savory tang of bacon.

"Ugh, damn it," she grumbled, giving in to her hunger. Biting into the bacon, the crunch was satisfyingly loud in her ears. Next, she tore off a piece of egg with her hands.

With her belly full, Lucy pondered her next move. Part of her wanted to flee this place and never look back. But the indignity of how Mike had treated her still burned. She wouldn't let him get away with it that easily.

No, she would stay right here, in the walls and crevices of Mike's home. She'd show him just how capable she was of caring for herself. And maybe she'd play a trick or two just to teach him a lesson about caging up borrowers.

Lucy smiled to herself. This could be fun. With that, she slipped into a nearby vent, ready to begin her new life of borrowing and pranking. Mike had no idea what was coming.

Sneaking through the vents and walls, Lucy scoped out the perfect spots to set up her new home. She located places to store food, make a cozy sleeping area, and peek into the rooms without being seen.

As she explored, Lucy daydreamed about the mischief she could cause. Filling Mike's shoes with thumbtacks would serve him right for trying to lock her up.

Lucy knew she'd have to be careful, though. Mike was aware of her presence now. He would likely set traps or try to catch her if given the chance. But Lucy was confident in her abilities. After all, she had survived on her own much longer than this giant had even known she existed.

Setting up shop here would let her prove she didn't need Mike's "help." And it would be satisfying to show him just how capable she was. With a determined grin, Lucy began making this place her new home. She was ready for this fun challenge of outsmarting the human at his own game.

Author: I imagine this turns into a friendlier version of Tom and Jerry. Lucy pulls pranks on Mike and avoids capture, and Mike tries to capture her safely. Eventually, as time passes, they become friends. Mike sees that he didn't treat her right to begin with. He feels bad, so he starts to leave peace offerings to her.

[alexcutecolly]

@voraciousvore xDD