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I Lava You, Chapter 2: Addiction Enabled

Read Chapter 1 here!

Cover art by @luckyshotwrites!

This short story takes place after P39 of ITWOM and as such, contains minor spoilers for ITWOM - read at your own risk! You do NOT need to have read WIDFALI to enjoy this story!

This story is cowritten with the amazing, fantastic @luckyshotwrites and uses the minor character June from their ongoing vore story What I'd Do For A Livable Income. It's chock full of monsters, magic, goofs, and absolutely fantastic worldbuilding and characters. Give it a shot if you haven't yet!

Contains: references to g/t soft, safe vore and language. About 1300 words.

Chapter 2: Addiction Enabled

Even if this had secretly been their plan all along, June hadn’t intended it to go like this. They’d been planning on pacing themselves—maybe a few sips, and then wait a bit more before having more later.

He had no choice but to absorb it all into his body and quickly climb back out. He was about fifteen feet tall now, maybe taller. In a hurry now, he screwed the cap back on.

He could feel the soft vibrations across the surface of the shelf, telling him that Sam was getting closer. He forced his body to assimilate the lava lamp liquid and convert it to energy, without being able to enjoy its glow.

Suddenly, Sam came back into the room, and he had to stop the energy transfer. He still looked human, of course, just…taller by about two feet now.

He hoped Sam wouldn’t notice.

“A-ah—you’re back, Sam! My friend!" His lip quivered. He felt bad for emptying the pretty glowing lamp so fast. “That sure looks tasty, wh-what did you make?”

Sam had their mouth open to take a bite of their ramen when they stopped and blinked, their eyes drawn first to the human, then to the lava-less lava lamp behind them. Then they blinked again.

I’m not even high yet. Right? Maybe I was supposed to cook that egg after all.

“H-hey little buddy.” They walked over to the shelf like they were in a daze, staring at the empty lamp with a mesmerized, empty sort of look as they contemplated the stability of their mental faculties. “You didn’t. Um. See what happened here, did you?”

It didn’t leak out, it would be everywhere. It’s completely empty. Am I going crazy?

June couldn’t make eye contact with Sam. “Uh-um—” I didn’t expect Sam to ask me! He tried to come up with a plausible excuse.

“Well—I—” June looked at the empty, incriminating container next to him. What should I say? Humans don’t normally eat that.

June lowered his head and tugged at the shirt of his uniform. “I’m sorry, I-I thought it was really pretty and drank some…all of it. I—” June looked up sincerely, “I didn’t mean to, I only meant to drink a little bit!” He walked up to the edge of the shelf and pitched his offer, “I will buy you a new one!” He knew he shouldn't have admitted to drinking it and risk exposing himself as anything but human—but he couldn’t lie to Sam. He didn’t want to be mean.

Sam’s eyes widened in shock. They weren’t exactly versed in taking care of humans—that was the kind of thing they left up to dealers. Christopher, mostly. But they were at least fairly sure that humans weren’t supposed to be able to eat whatever the hell was in lava lamps. Probably.

Then again, they’d never seen what humans eat.

They stared at June with a look that was as dumbstruck as it was in awe of this human’s abilities, a grin creeping up onto their face despite their initial confusion. “Holy shit. I didn’t know humans could do that. You drank the whole thing? THAT’S BONKERS.” They laughed, poking at the human a little as if they expected it to burst. “How’d you do it? You’re like. So tiny still.”

Wait, wait. Um. Is this human safe to eat now? Should I call Chris and ask? …nah, he’d probably yell at me or something. Or tell me to give him the human.

June prepared himself for some well deserved yelling. He should not have eaten a glowy thing in front of a human, giant or not. He should have asked Sam first.

Lucky for him, Sam didn’t look mad.

June released a soft sigh of relief and smiled back at Sam, especially after they poked him. It seemed the giant hadn’t recognized June was a little puffier and taller than before. Nice! I still look human.

“Yeah! Humans can do that! Mhm!” June said, nodding fervently. “And I have a fast…metabolism, that’s why!” Yes, some humans have that. That’s believable.

Sam was far too trusting for their own good, which was a dangerous combination with their stunning lack of human knowledge. Humans are fucking CRAZY. I HAVE to ask Chris about this later.

“I have got to see you do that again. Shit, I’ll go to town tomorrow and get another one. What else do you eat?”

June blinked a few times. Wait. Okay! Hold on. They didn’t freak out? And THEY SAID THEY WANT TO SEE ME EAT MORE?

June hopped around dangerously close to the edge of the shelf with glee. Thankfully, he kept his balance enough not to fall.

“I eat…well, I’m not very picky. My taste buds don’t work the same as—” he cut himself off and hummed, nearly blowing his cover. “As most people’s do. They were like this since I was born so—I uh, can’t taste things super well like normal humans, humans like me,” he chuckled. Be careful June! Remember, Sam’s a giant human, I can’t say anything too incriminating. I’m a human! I’m a human!

He tried to quickly switch the topic. “When you go to get a new one, take me with you and I will pay for it!” June said. He imagined seeing another lovely-colored one. I can resist the temptation. June told himself. He couldn't buy Sam a new one just to eat it instantly.

He tipped toward the edge again, squinting to look at Sam's noodles. The thoughts of the radioactive glow of the lava lamp filled his mind. What if they're illuminated noodles?

Sam’s mind was on lava lamps, and they were still staring at the empty one. They did not notice June teetering inches away from a very long fall.

“You’ve got money, little dude?” Their head cocked in confusion at June mentioning “paying” for it. They weren’t sure where a human would get money. Or where they’d carry it, even. But Sam was broke, and they’d take an offer of financial assistance where they could. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth and all that.

Since their hunger had ebbed, it was easier to talk to the human without getting the urge to stuff it in their mouth. And Sam was fascinated with this human now…perhaps even more so than they were wanting to eat them. For now.

June nodded. “Oh yeah, I have a lot of money with my current job.” He tapped at his uniform, though he realized he wasn’t wearing his hat anymore.

“I have enough to buy you…two lava lamps!” He said two with seemingly unwarranted gusto. How much would a magnificent object like that cost? The next thought struck him like a Honda Civic—how many varieties of lava lamps are there?!? He puffed up his cheeks. No, June, don't distract yourself. Lava lamps are for Sam, not me. He punctuated that internal monologue with a firm nod.

“Humans have jobs?” Sam muttered out loud. I mean…huh. I guess Chris mentioned some sort of human city, didn’t he?

Sam puzzled over this question of theirs. “Do you make human money, or…giant money?”

Of course June would say human money, but what was the difference between human and giant human money? He was still oblivious to the fact that Sam was in no way human.

“Human…money?” June replied, tilting his head up. “Is there a difference? Or…oh! Did I somehow end up in a different country?" There was a pause. What country do I live in again? "Is this the…United States?”

Sam stared back at the human, unblinking and now thoroughly confused. “The united what?”

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Chapter 3 ->

Uh-oh! Will things clear up from here? Or will there be another series of increasingly improbable misconceptions? Only time will tell.

Thank you for reading!

#i lava you #widfalitwom #widfali #itwom #oc sam #widfali june #gt vore #g/t vore #g/t vore story #safe vore #sfw vore #nonsexual vore #vore writing #vore stories

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luckyshotwrites · 2 years ago

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I was messing with the fake twitter stuff, because a friend of mine, @vorefluff, mentioned a certain twitter post was Claudia coated on my widfali server. They helped me get the link and I've been going ham with these.

I'll probably do more of these in the future for certain fun.~ IN CASE ANY OF YOU ARE INTERESTED: Here's the link Y'ALL GO HAM TOO! I think these are so cool to do with characters.

*A few of the references for them are pic-crew because I don't like the colored ones I had and the one for Claudia is art that @vorefluff did.

AND I WISH YOU ALL A WONDERFUL DAY~!! (NONNEGOTIABLE!)

#luckyshot stupidly writes #widfali #widfali funny goofs #vore story #Oc characters #vore ocs #NEW CHAPTER WILL BE OUT TOMORROW!

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luckyshotwrites · 1 year ago

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Contents/Warnings: Lynette brings home her coworker, Alexander, after a tiny potion mishap and leaves him alone with her brother Wicks. (Unwilling Prey, willing? pred?, Soft/Safe vore, light teasing,).

Wordcount: 2,700 + (an extra that was voted upon on my server).

Song I listened to on repeat for this chapter: Fuck you - Lily Allen

Side note: I WILL HIGHLY RECOMMEND READING WIDFALI AT LEAST TO CH. 56 TO UNDERSTAND THE CIRCUMSTANCES FOR THIS! (This is a maybe noncannon goof, for now).

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Wicks

Of course he doesn't have anywhere else to go. Alexander's family, the main problem that plagued Wicks sister, Lynette, left on a small vacation without him. And Alexander had fallen victim to one of Claudia's shrink potions after losing a bet with Lynette.

Unfortunately work deemed her the most competent to watch him. Wicks grumbled in his head.

He lazily held his head up with his palm and swayed it back and forth by pivoting his elbow.

Wicks looked over at Lynette. She was brewing some herbal tea for him and herself. Then he squinted at the tiny Alexander sitting on the counter next to the giant cage with bedding. Alexander's body was hunched over with his hands pressed at his face.

Curiously, Wick's let his hazel eyes glowed softly. It was a giveaway for a magus when they used magic.

He used his to break into the tiny male's thoughts.

That's it! Wicks lurched over after doing so; his hand shot forward. Alexander reacted fast, but Wicks made himself faster to grab his legs. He successfully wrapped his fingers around Alexander's and pinched his ankles together.

He swung Alexander to his face, and spoke with a hiss, "Pinche cabrón."

Lynette flinched at his words and turned around with his cup of tea. "Wicks-"

"Let go, asshole!" Alexander yelled out. He lifted his upper body into a sit-up to press at Wicks's fingers that held him.

Oh, I'll let you go, alright. He got ready to whip Alexander across the room.

His sister slammed down the cup and threw herself on top of the counter, "don't be mean, Wicks! Drop him!"

"I'm mean?" Wicks pointed at the upside-down tiny, "He's STILL thinking about eating you. That's all he's thinking about."

Lynette's hand that was reaching to grab Alexander from him hesitated. She turned her head away, "that doesn't mean you should swing him around like that."

The blonde with glasses growled in a rebuttal, "I'm in a house with a human, AND her scent is fucking everywhere!" Wicks glared at him. "The potion didn't erase the Wendigo half, what do you expect!"

Wicks stared back at his sister as if saying, see! But, he only saw the plead in her eyes. Wicks dropped his head and sighed.

He lowered him then pretended his fingers slipped. "Whoops."

The tiny male struck the counter.

Her scowl flashed Wicks and he defended himself, "Even if he wasn't practically invincible from that potion, he could take A LOT more than that. He's fine."

She huffed and slipped back behind the counter.

He watched her lean down to Alexander and ask him if he was okay. She put a gloved hand out, specifically wearing them in case Alexander was tempted to lick her. Something Wicks required her to do.

You shouldn't waste your patience on him, Lentils. Wicks thought.

Lynette put her hands up, "Stay here, Xander." She met her brothers gaze.

She swung around from the kitchen, grabbed her brother's arm, and pulled him off his bar stool. She dragged him to her room.

He hadn't entered it often, especially as she had the glow star ceiling construction going on. His eyes quickly drifted to the few stars and planets on the ground, the missing bar stool laying sideways on her bed, and the open plastic bag laying on the floor.

She better not be balancing that bar stool on her bed.

She let him go, shut the door, and her narrowed forestry green hue got his attention. "You dropped him on purpose."

Wicks smirked and muttered under his breath, "I wish I could do a lot more to that bastard."

"Wicks."

He watched the disappointment pour from her slumped stance. Come on. Do you seriously have- He pressed his bangs back, soured his face like he ate a bag of warhead candies, then released everything with a sigh. "Fine." You shouldn't associate with monsters like him. His bangs went over his eyes.

"Good." She said.

His much shorter sister approached him. The top of her head went to the base of his neck. She threw her hands up and plopped them onto his shoulders gently. She stared up. "Can I trust you to watch him if I shower and get on a quick call with Charletta?"

You and I both know your calls with Charletta are rarely ever quick.

"Why does he need to be watched?"

"He doesn't have his phone; at least put on a movie or something so he can be entertained," Lynette said, dropping her arms.

Her voice strummed with pity.

"Suurrre." Wicks groaned.

Lynette squinted, "wiiiiiicckssss."

"Lentils." He squinted back.

"You know my mom always said to kill people with kindness." Lynette appeared to regret what she said. She braced her lips together.

Wicks rested his hand on her head. "and it makes me jealous that you're patient enough to do it." He started to ruffle her soft and slightly curly red hair.

She protested and pulled back, "HEY!"

"You're gonna fix your hair after your shower anyway," he said, sticking out his tongue playfully.

She pouted her lips endearingly. She couldn't hide the small raised corners of her mouth.

It eased him to see her happy. She'd push herself tirelessly to always keep them all smiling, so he was glad he could do the same.

"Now go take your shower."

"I will," Lynette said.

He left her room, closed the door behind him, and remembered the problem she left him with.

I'm sure you've been nothing but kind to him, Lentils. He looked over at the couch and T.V. then back to the kitchen's bar counter that overlooked the living room. I doubt he shows you the same grace.

Wicks' light olive fingers touched the top of the couch as he passed it. He made it to the granite counter. Alexander was laying down on it, a hand on his abdomen and an arm across his eyes.

Wicks looked over his shoulder at the T.V. He didn't want to give him the pleasure. I should leave him here.

"something so he can be entertained." Her request rang in his head. Yeah, yeah.

His mind dove into deep and unfamiliar territory, a thought he never had before and felt partially disgusted that he did.

I couldn't... He stared at the tiny Alexander's hand that rested on his abdomen. How many times has he eaten my sister? Wicks asked himself. He knew Lynette lied to him about the details and how often he did so.

Wicks sat down and took a deep breath, "hey."

Alexander moved his arm from his eyes in time for Wicks to grab him.

Alexander's body tensed up. Wicks struggled to grab the glasses-clad tiny. He pinched at his shirt back to lift Alexander without choking him.

"Stop picking me up," Alexander's vocals emitted a deeper vibration like a growl.

It wasn't threatening to Wicks given the male's current height.

Wicks ignored his request and asked his own question, "Have you ever been eaten before?"

Alexander's brows scrunched together in annoyance, moving his glasses up on his nose. "Plenty of times, yeah. Why?"

That's surprising. Most monsters hate the taste of hybrids.

Wicks rapped his other hands fingers on the counter. "How long are you stuck like this? Three days?"

Alexander's snippy attitude groaned, "What of it?"

Wicks lifted Alexander to eye level, he wanted to watch his expression change. "You know, a magus like me can regulate whether I take energy from things or not, right?"

Confusion enveloped the blonde's usually annoyed face, "Yeah, what's your point?"

Wicks's head slumped over to the side. He can't be this dense. He brought Alexander closer, his warm, fresh breath met the male. "Why would I bring those up in tandem?"

"How the fuck am I supposed to know?" He hung limply, "They don't have any-" His words stopped. His storm-bluish gray hue widened in consternation. "Fuck no, asshole, put me down!"

Took you long enough. Wicks smirked, partially amused that it took him so long to put everything together.

"There's no fucking point; you can take my energy via touch. What would you gain by eating me?!" Alexander argued.

Wicks twisted the grip on the back of the blonde's uniform, "I'll gain plenty." Wicks gulped back his apprehensiveness. Am I really threatening to eat someone?

Alexander was right; the only reason Wicks had was payback.

How would I even do this? Feet first?

He thought it'd be better to see Alexander's displeasure that way.

Alexander's eyes glowed in retaliation—he was about to use magic. You're not getting out of this.

Wicks wrapped his right hand around Alexander's four-inch tall body and squeezed.

The male squirmed in Wicks's grip, "fucker."

Don't like it when you're not in control, do ya? He kept up the pressure and peered at the feet sticking out.

Do I want to eat his shoes too? Is it weird to take them off? More questions pried their way into Wicks's head, making his trepidation rise.

Stay focused. He probably takes his damn time eating her, might as well do the same.

He removed Alexander's shoes and socks and opened his mouth, not very wide. Wicks's pinky rose to allow more of Alexander's leg's to enter his mouth first.

Up to his calves slipped inside Wicks's jaw and his eyes glimmered with surprise. He had his face scrunched awaiting the rumored foul taste—there wasn't, at least to Wicks.

You don't taste that bad.

Alexander had a faint bitter taste like a 90% dark chocolate bar and fortunately, Wicks enjoyed bitter things.

Is this how people typically taste?

He could feel Alexander's feet push at his tongue, not that they'd gain any traction. You're lucky I don't try and bite you.

He wandered to the visible distaste Alexander held. It definitely made this better.

Wicks lifted another finger, taking more of his legs between his lips. Much like with monsters, Wicks received the taste of their energy through fabric.

Alexander's feet pressed at the back of his throat and uvula. It made Wicks gag. Quit.

"I can tell you're already full-on energy, asshole." Alexander thrashed his body the best he could in Wicks's grip.

That's not the point.

Wicks tipped his head back to allow more to slip inside. He finally let go of Alexander entirely; more than half of his body was in Wicks mouth, while the other half was "free" to groan about his predicament.

Alexander's hands pressed at Wicks's lips, trying to escape. Even at his current size, the glasses-clad male was strong. But, Wicks clamped his teeth on his waist enough to keep him in place.

"Fuck. If you're going to eat me, do it already!" Alexander whined, clearly not wanting this outcome.

He hit Wick's uvula again. Ack. Wicks parted his lips, grabbed Alexander's arms, and pulled them up. Then, he guided more of the male's body in.

He could feel his throat latch down on Alexander's legs as they entered it. Instinctively Wicks wanted to gulp.

He moved his tongue up to stroke Alexander, controlling where he swayed inside the "giants" mouth. It pissed him off more.

"The hell-" The blonde cringed with a weaker tone, "Are you getting some sick satisfaction from this!?"

Duh, I wouldn't eat you otherwise. I'm glad you hate it. Alexander was successfully pulling his legs up.

It forced Wicks to open his mouth up once more, ready to silence him. He had eaten tiny Alexander up to his head; the only bit remaining outside of his mouth was the arms he pinched between his fingers.

The squirming worsened.

His wet muscle curled against Alexander's upper back and pushed him to the roof of his mouth. It drowned out the yelling, not so much the fighting. It continued to flare making Alexander continuously brush along Wick's canines.

I'm so lucky he's palpable, this makes it so much easier.

The build-up of saliva became too much, even with his head tilted upward. It made Wicks gulp it back, and his throat clutched on Alexander's body.

I should...

Wicks attempted his first swallow after he let his arms go. His throat strained. Glrk. Alexander created a solid pressure in it. His writhing bulge fought to stay put.

Wicks shut his eyes and tried to swallow again. The annoying tightness in his gullet remained. It wasn't working.

His eyes widened, shoot. Wicks sat up straight on his barstool and felt his neck. He needed water. Wicks almost left his seat to go to the sink but saw the tea Lynette made for him earlier. It was cool by now. He grabbed the cup and chugged the warm liquid.

The male's energy intensified the bitterness of the tea and successfully helped dislodge his hindrance. He put the cup back on the table and exhaled with relief. He ran his hand over his sore throat.

"Garter makes that look so easy," Wicks grumbled.

He felt the weight of Alexander travel all the way down his body and fall into his stomach.

That's...new. He didn't know how to feel about someone inside him, however, the reasoning made it satisfying enough.

He traced his teeth with his tongue, gathering what flavor he could. He leaned over the bar counter, his hand softly poking at his very active abdomen. At least, it felt that way on the inside; on the outside, it wasn't noticeable.

He kept his body from taking Alexander's energy so he'd stay awake during the ordeal.

He didn't find the feeling as perturbing as he thought he would. He was pretty filling.

Alexander occasionally got in a few good hits, but nothing that would hinder Wicks for more than a second or two.

Regardless, it bothered Wicks enough to do something about it. You wanna play like that? He pressed his abdomen and tightened his core muscles.

Wicks figured it constricted him because Alexander wasn't fighting as hard as before. That's better.

Wicks smirked deviously, his hazel hue gave off a golden glow.

He sent his thoughts straight to the tiny, "How's it feel in there, Xander?"

He didn't make it a two way connection, he knew it worked because Alexander's thrashing returned.

It almost feels like you're giving me a shiatsu massage. Wicks thought with a soft chuckle.

Wicks stretched his arms up, "this actually feels kinda nice."

Upon saying that aloud, he hunched over and put his hands over his mouth in disbelief. Why did I say that.

He let his then fall a few seconds after and the words slipped past his lips with dread, "I hope this doesn't awaken something in me."

Twenty minutes later

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(Extra scene)

Wicks had kicked back on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He expected Lynette's call to go on for at least two more hours. So he had plenty of time to make Alexander think he'd keep him in there for three days. Though, things always go differently than he assumes.

Wicks sat up straight and turned to her. "Oh, cool." I'm never gonna hear the end of it.

"Wicks, Charletta had to leave the call early. She suddenly got really excited and had to tell Ulysses something?" Lynette shouted.

She left her bedroom and came to the living room.

She looked at the coffee table, the bar counter across the way and back to the off T.V.

She got closer, "Uh, where's Xander?"

Wicks chuckled nervously, "he's around." Why do you have to ask about him!

Lynette filled with panic, "Don't tell me you threw him somewhere?!" She started to search around the couch, telling him to get up in case Wicks put him under the couch cushions.

"He's not there-"

"Then where is he, Wicks!! I told you to put a movie on or something!"

"He's safe."

Lynette scanned her brother, "where," she put her hands in his hoodie pockets, they were empty. "Where?!"

Wicks turned his head to the side, his ponytail falling off his shoulder, "it's-he's gonna be fine. I was mad thinking about him eating you all the time and..." he rolled his head back to look at her. "So, I-"

The sudden realization made her squeak aloud, "YOU ATE HIM!"

Wicks could feel his cheeks starting to burn.

"It-well-he-" He couldn't even think of what to say. It embarrassed him to confirm it.

She grabbed his arm firmly, "don't give me any excuses! You are gonna get him out now!"

"I just ate him-" She's strong when she wants to be. Lynette usually had a much more delicate hold.

She tugged, "I don't care if it was only ten seconds!"

Wicks glanced at his phone. "It's been about twenty minutes..."

"AHHH!" She cried out, "don't tell me stuff like that! I didn't even know-" her cheeks looked as red as her brothers, "I'm NEVER trusting you to watch anyone again!"

"That's not-I'm trustworthy, I-" he couldn't form a single sentence out loud all because of his decision to take revenge. I hate you, Alexander.

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THANKS FOR READING AND I HOPE YOU HAVE A BOPPIN DAY!!

Also if you want more side stories/AU stuff with my characters, check out what I've done so far in Widfali Side Stories.

#vore writing #vore story #widfali #v.ore #soft vore #v/ore #v.0re #v/0re #first time vore #wicks pred

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toast-tales · 1 year ago

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I Lava You, Chapter 5: Humans Bounce

Read Chapter 1 here!

Cover art by @luckyshotwrites!

This short story takes place after P39 of ITWOM and as such, contains minor, minor spoilers for ITWOM - read at your own risk! You do NOT need to have read WIDFALI to enjoy this story!

Contains: references to g/t soft, safe vore. ~1100 words.

Chapter 5: Humans Bounce

Sam’s body, still working on digesting their dinner, wasn’t actually craving a human right now. They knew that would change in an hour or so, but they’d need to find something to do in the meantime.

Part of them wanted to go over to Chris’s and show off their new human. The other part of them still told them that was a bad idea, at least for now.

“You like video games, little buddy?” Sam picked the human up and put them on their shoulder, heading over to their PC.

The slime in disguise awaited his ride on the giant’s shoulder. Taking advantage of Sam's comfort, he nuzzled into his neck. He cherished the comfort that came with cuddling his friends—it showed his love for them.

Even so, June was not hanging on very well, so if Sam jolted too hard, he would fall. Though, in June's case, falling didn't bother him.

Sam switched their computer on, and the fans and lights blazed to life in a bright, colorful fashion. “I think I’ll get a few rounds in. Uh…I guess you can watch, if you want.”

Sam hadn’t exactly given them much of a choice, putting June on their shoulder like that. Sam just wanted the human close to them for now. They weren’t thinking much about asking the human what they wanted to do.

When the lights appeared again, June's eyes lit up behind his glasses. “OOHHH!” As Sam attempted to sit down, June lurched forward to observe the colors.

And then June was falling.

Oh no!!! He squeaked in his head. He couldn’t grab onto anything—he was tumbling away from Sam, not even able to reach the desk in his descent.

The lack of screaming meant that June falling off of their shoulder didn’t fully process in Sam’s head until June was halfway to the floor. They hadn’t thought about how precarious their shoulder was as a perch—they weren’t exactly used to handling humans, but Christopher’s human was on his shoulder all the time, so Sam figured it would be fine.

Their heart stopped as they realized what had happened. “Oh FUCK—” They made a desperate grab for their human, but didn’t get to them in time.

They were about to go into panic mode before they saw something crazy—there was a squish as the human flattened slightly against the ground like a squish ball before bouncing back to their feet as if nothing had happened.

June scrambled to get back up. Tristan said I can’t fall from high places in front of humans! HUMANS DON’T SURVIVE FALLS!

“I’m okay!” June exclaimed, without worry. He hoped Sam wouldn't notice what had happened.

Sam blinked. Then stared at the ground where the human had landed. Then blinked again.

I swear I didn’t eat them yet. I just got a little taste. Also, humans don’t cause hallucinations. Probably. What kind of trippy—

Sam’s hands just hovered next to June, trembling slightly. Christopher would KILL me if I dropped a human. “L-little buddy?” they asked, tentatively. “Are you. Uh. Are you sure you’re good? You didn’t get hurt?” They picked June up and brought them closer to their face, as if to check for injuries. Or perhaps to make sure he was actually alive and breathing and it wasn’t some weird hallucination. “Can all humans, um. Uh…bounce like that?”

“I’m all good!” June's smile curled with nervousness. Sam lifted him up and brought him closer. June pursed his lips together, and teetered his head to face away from Sam. What do I say? I don’t want to lie to Sam! But I can’t tell them the truth. He turned back to his friend. He liked the warmth that followed Sam's touch.

“I’m not hurt, don’t worry, we humans can…bounce. Yes. We’re really resilient. You can drop us from any height or squish us and we won’t get hurt... except with sharp stuff.” June punctuated his lie with several affirmative nods. What if Sam catches my lies? I’ll get in big trouble for letting a human find out.

This is the point where another giant might have questioned how human June actually was. But there were a multitude of factors working in June’s favor now—one being that Sam’s experience with humans outside of their stomach was rather limited. The other, of course, was that there were no other species similar enough to humans in this world for June to be mistaken for. The scent and the taste were more than enough to have Sam convinced—for now.

“Whoa…are you serious?” Sam’s first instinct, naturally, was to squeeze June in their fist like a stress ball. Not too hard, but enough that a normal human may have had a complaint of a cracked rib. “How have I never figured this out?”

June felt the pressure of Sam’s fist squeeze him. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling for June—actually, Sam’s grip felt refreshing to June—pleasantly so.

He giggled lightly. “Mhm.” He waited for Sam’s grip to relax before he rested his head on the side of Sam's finger. My cover’s still in the clear. Uncle Tristan would be so proud. June didn’t realize the ramifications his “cover” could have in the future if Sam did this to any other human.

“You have very comforting hands,” June said. He’d never been squished in an innocent way like this. When he had cuddle puddles with his work friend Elliot, his friend had always treated him with care.

June’s comment only encouraged Sam to continue to squish June in their palm, pushing against their cheek and pressing into their strangely malleable torso. They’d become thoroughly distracted from the game they’d intended to waste time with, instead staring at June intently with a curious fascination.

“So you said…you can be dropped from any height? Huh. Maybe that’s how humans get around. I dunno why Chris got so worked up about making sure I didn’t drop his human before.”

June, thoroughly squished in Sam’s grip now, was purring lightly and nodding along with what Sam said—the best he could, anyways. “Mhm. That’s right. I can be dropped from any height.”

Sam’s eyes gained a dangerously interested gleam. “And you said you liked going fast, huh?” They cast a glance at the far wall of their bedroom, and an urge as crazy as it was suddenly tempting came to the forefront of their mind. They wanted to test these new limits they hadn’t previously allowed themselves to consider.

Still squishing the human in their grip, they grinned. “So like, if I threw you as fast as I could at that wall, it wouldn’t hurt you?”

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Chapter 6 ->

It'll be fine! Probably! Thank you for reading, as always!

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I Lava You, Chapter 6: Stuck Like Glue

Read Chapter 1 here!

Cover art by @luckyshotwrites!

This short story takes place after P39 of ITWOM and as such, contains minor, minor spoilers for ITWOM - read at your own risk! You do NOT need to have read WIDFALI to enjoy this story!

Contains: references to g/t soft, safe vore. ~1000 words.

Chapter 6: Stuck Like Glue

June specified that they were talking about themselves, not humans in general. That way I'm not lying. Still, June's shoulders slacked with the lies he carried.

“Nope. I don’t feel pain—” AH! Wait, normal humans feel pain. No—Tristan told me some humans don't. “I was born very different from humans…I don’t feel pain, so I won’t get hurt if you throw me.” June was blissfully unaware of his friend’s intentions.

He felt the extra squish from Sam’s anticipation.

These words from June were all it took to remove the inhibitors from Sam’s questionable urges. They stood up, June in hand, and looked around for a suitably clear path from them to the wall.

They looked down at the human in their hand, and a moment of hesitation hit them. Am I sure they’re not gonna get hurt?

Unfortunately, Sam’s excitement was beating out the shred of concern they had, aided by the fact that they trusted whatever came out of this human’s mouth. Probably more than they should. Hey, he said it was fine!

Sam eyed the blank spot on the wall ahead of them and gave June one last look, their nerves buzzing with excitement. A wide grin spread across their face. “Alright, little buddy, I gotta see this.”

That was all the warning the giant gave before winding their arm back and flinging the unsuspecting slime towards the wall as hard as they could.

June swung back with Sam's arm, then with the velocity of a thousand meteors, his body collided with the wall. June's body splatted against the wall and flattened upon impact.

He at least maintained the fleshy color of his "skin". As if a human could do this.

He went as flat as construction paper before popping back into his humanoid shape. His fell from the wall and bounced back onto the ground like a bouncy ball. He chortled softly, completely unharmed.

June laid with his back against the floor, looking at Sam upside-down because of his head’s angle.

“That was so much fun!” June had endured plenty of high falls on his old world too. “You throw really fast!”

Sam watched the scene unfold before them with amazement, their eyes sparkling with childish glee. This was helped by June’s enthusiasm, who was amazingly unharmed by this whole thing.

“That was SO FUCKING COOL!” they exclaimed, running over to June and picking them up in a fit of excitement. “I’ve never tried anything like that with a human before.”

Their mind buzzed with possibilities. The first thing that came to mind was kicking June around like a little human hackey-sack, but they put that thought aside. For now.

The second thought was, obviously, showing June off to Christopher and providing him with a demonstration. But…nah, they’d wait until tomorrow.

Sam casually tossed June up in the air like a wadded-up piece of paper before catching them again. “You are by far the coolest human I’ve ever found, little buddy.”

June liked the rush of air when being thrown up and then caught.

The slime’s body bubbled happily. Coolest? Me? He knew the human vernacular meant one of two things. It could mean that he was cool to the touch—but…June was fairly certain his body wasn’t cold. Which meant…

He clung to Sam’s hand, affectionately. “You mean it?!”

“Hell yeah!” Sam resisted the urge to toss June at the wall again, though their arm itched to do so. “You got any more cool tricks?” They took a seat back at their desk, still holding June securely (a relative term if there ever was one) in their hands, subconsciously squeezing parts of June between their fingers as they did so.

June had plenty of “cool tricks.” But I can’t show Sam any of them! He whined in his head as Sam squeezed again. He didn’t mind it—he let the gentle rolls of Sam’s clutch and release massage him.

“None that I can think of,” June replied. His big, round, curious eyes looked up at Sam. “What about you? Do you have any really cool tricks you can do?”

Sam thought about it for a while. They didn’t think June would be overly impressed by their amateur lockpicking skills. They turned back to their PC, remembering what they had been distracted from earlier. Suddenly, their eyes glanced over one of the icons on the desktop, and a wide smile broke on their face. They hadn’t had someone to show off to in a long time, and the excitement almost bubbled over in them.

“OH! I’ve been working at getting this sixth-level map and I think I’ve mastered it,” Sam enthused, getting swept away in their addiction to their favorite rhythm game. They were about to position their fingers over the keys as usual when they realized they’d have to let go of the squishy human to do so. They let go of June, though with the slightest hint of reluctance.

“Here, here, check this out.”

For the next hour, Sam gave June a front-row view of a very flashy, colorful display with both the game and RGB lighting of their keyboard, mouse, and PC lighting up and swapping colors as they played. It was clear Sam had some level of skill with the game. Sam gave June more information and fun facts about the game than the slime would ever want to know.

June, situated between Sam and their keyboard, watched the screen bustling with joy. He cheered Sam on when they did well, and served their famous special encouragement platter when they messed up, which they freely served to friends 7 days a week.

June himself wasn’t skilled with games—many times, he would end up staring into space when he played, admiring the beautiful scenes instead.

In this case, the lights of the keyboard pulled him away. He wasn’t bored by any means—he simply felt happy to be there and to observe his new friend succeed.

This opportunity was granted by his glasses—before, the world was pretty dark, nearly black with sprinkles of energy-filled light from individuals. And now, he could see everything in awe-inspiring detail.

The game would be entertaining enough that Sam would almost forget about the fact that they had a human to eat with them—at least, until their stomach started growling again.

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<- Chapter 5

Hey, this IS a vore story...right? Remember?

Thanks for your patience on this update - and we might need to ask for that patience again, but thank you for reading!

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I Lava You, Chapter 4: You Taste Good!

Read Chapter 1 here!

Cover art by @luckyshotwrites!

This short story takes place after P39 of ITWOM and as such, contains minor, minor spoilers for ITWOM - read at your own risk! You do NOT need to have read WIDFALI to enjoy this story!

Contains: references to g/t soft, safe vore. ~1300 words.

Chapter 4: You Taste Good!

“Little buddy, we’re gonna have so much fun together.”

“Really?” June’s eyes sparkled back, more innocently than his giant buddy’s. “So far, what you said sounds neat.” The slime giggled. “I can watch you skate, ride a bike with you maybe, and go on a rollercoaster with you!" He hugged himself, swaying back and forth. "It'll be fun both inside and outside, because I'll be keeping you company," June confidently stated.

Sam thought that perhaps they should pinch themselves in case they were dreaming. Or maybe they were just on some really weird trip as a result of eating the human earlier. They hadn’t ever heard of something like that happening with humans, but like…they also hadn’t seen a human eat a lava lamp before, so they were entertaining some new possibilities in their mind.

Their ears perked up at the last thing June said, because it hit their secret weakness. They always welcomed company, and they realized suddenly that it being from a human didn’t matter as much as they would have thought. Their mind was racing with ideas for things to do with them, places to bring them, and cool glowy things to show them.

They found themselves laughing. “I’ve never had a human friend before,” they confessed, the words coming out of their mouth before their brain had time to process them. “But you know what? You seem pretty cool, little dude.”

Little did Sam know, these were magic words to the slime in their midst. Those words stroked his ears. He wants to be my friend? June could feel himself melting with warmth, internally. He was lucky he had enough control not to let his body mimic his feelings and melt on the outside too, as was common for slimes.

He held his body together, then pointed to himself. “M-me? You think I’m cool?” His lips quivered with sweet thoughts. He pointed at Sam and shouted, “W-WELL, I THINK YOU’RE SUPER COOL!” He wore a smug grin as, at least in his mind, he had successfully “showed” Sam that they were cooler.

“A-and,” he held his arms up and out, “c-can I give you a hug?”

Sam took a step closer to the human, giving them a weird look. “How are you gonna do that?” A mental image popped into their head, which made them laugh. “Unless you’ve got, like, super stretchy arms or something.”

This wild idea was, unbeknownst to Sam, much more accurate than they realized. June could easily use his “super stretchy arm powers.” He could be squashed and stretched, outrageously so. Not that he would tell his new friend that. He was human. “Heheh, no, no. That would be pretty funny, though.”

He motioned for Sam to lower their face. “Come closer, then I can show ya!”

Sam leaned in closer to June—perhaps too close, as their nose brushed up against June’s tiny body. The scent was tantalizing again, and though they couldn’t eat the human yet, they were still drawn in towards them, almost without realizing.

“...like this?”

June didn’t even flinch as Sam moved their face closer. Instead, he bounced joyously in place, and his arms wrapped around what they could of Sam’s face. That would be near the giant’s nose, since it was closer.

Sam’s body was warm and quite smooth. “Mhm! Perfect. Your face is really comfortable,” June said with a snicker.

Though Sam had been expecting it, the act still caught them off guard. Their eyes widened in surprise at the human’s gesture, and a warm, fuzzy feeling started somewhere just north of their stomach. Something that wasn’t quite a craving anymore, though, perhaps it was—just one of a different kind.

They pressed the human further against them with a few fingers, as if in an attempt to return the hug. They grinned like an idiot as their eyes nearly crossed to look at the human.

“You’re a funny human,” they said, rather bluntly. “But I think I can vibe with that.”

Heheh, that’s me, a funny human, June thought as he relaxed, even closing his eyes as he hugged Sam. He loved being able to latch onto his friends.

Sam only had so much self-control, though. Sneakily, the tip of their tongue poked out to taste June’s leg. Any other giant might have thought it was a rather muddled human flavor, but to Sam, who hadn’t had a human in months and was notorious for not being picky in general, the taste shot through their system like the best damn thing they’d ever had before. It made their head buzz with excitement.

The lick didn’t really spook June as much as it would have scared someone else. It simply surprised them. “That tickles,” he said with a goofy grin.

“You taste good,” Sam blurted out, social decorum flying out the window. While they didn’t have enough self-control to keep things like that from coming out of their mouth, they at least had enough to stop themselves from tasting June any further for now. They did not, however, make any moves to back off of June, secretly enjoying the feeling of the tiny human pressed up against them. The fuzzy feeling was still there.

Hearing Sam’s comment, June buzzed with the possibilities of what his body was capable of. I can change my taste to be whatever I eat too! He wanted to mention it but caught himself yet again.

“Thank you for the compliment!” June nestled closer.

See, Christopher’s human’s just weird. This one gets it. Unfortunately for every human Sam would encounter in the future, June was only affirming in their mind that their “compliments” toward humans were not, in fact, weird at all.

June thought that maybe he should compliment Sam back, and used his much tinier tongue to lick Sam on the side of their cheek.

The taste, of course, was near nonexistent. Slimes couldn’t actually taste things, but the light tingle of Sam’s energy was there. So June fibbed—only a little bit. “Back at you in the tasting good department!”

Sam didn’t properly register what had just happened, until June commented on their taste. Whatever part of their brain was supposed to be in charge of connecting thoughts together and making sense of things, it took that moment to slip a resignation notice across the desk and vacate the premises.

“Y…huh…wh—” Inexplicably, Sam’s body decided to respond with “embarrassment” in their brain’s absence, their cheeks flushing red and their words reduced to a stuttering mess.

Humans didn’t…uh. Do that? Did they? Is this a willing thing?

Sam didn’t have anything left in their head to stop their immediate thoughts from coming out into the world. “What do giants taste like?”

June saw the redness on Sam’s face and could feel their flustered embarrassment. He smiled happily, still burying himself in Sam’s cheek as he felt the heat rising in it. It elicited a light giggle from the slime.

He pulled back for a moment to adjust his glasses that had begun to fall off. Hearing Sam say “giant” didn’t quite trigger him to put two and two together yet—he still thought it was short for “giant human.”

June was caught. Slimes couldn’t taste things—but humans could. He had to pretend. What’s a good thing to say? What do people like—?

“Sweet?” He shook his head, then narrowed his eyes and doubled down. “VERY SWEET!” Yes, that’s an acceptable answer! Humans love sweet things.

Sam blinked a few times. “Huh. Human taste buds are weird.”

They mentally shrugged it off, though they did have a sudden urge to lick their own arm and check—just in case they’d never noticed that giants did actually taste sweet.

Sam didn’t see the smuggest smile in the world cross June’s face. Tristan, you should see me now! I ROCK at pretending to be a human!

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Chapter 5 ->

What other things will these two find out about each other? Stay tuned to find out!

Thank you for reading!

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I Lava You, Chapter 3: Common Interests

Read Chapter 1 here!

Cover art by @luckyshotwrites!

This short story takes place after P39 of ITWOM and as such, contains minor, minor spoilers for ITWOM - read at your own risk! You do NOT need to have read WIDFALI to enjoy this story!

Contains: references to g/t soft, safe vore and language. ~2100 words.

Chapter 3: Common Interests

Sam remembered Christopher telling them about the “human world” too, where all the humans apparently came from, but that…most humans didn’t remember it? Was that what this one was talking about?

They opened their mouth to say something. Closed it. Then opened it again. “You uh…you are aware you’re not in the…human world, right?”

June tilted his head. This definitely didn’t feel like Yexodele and…Yexodele didn’t look like this anymore.

He touched his glasses. Without them, he'd only be able to see the magic and energy that came off living things. He resisted the temptation to lift them. I can't show a human that I don't have normal eyes.

“Are you saying I accidentally got sent somewhere not in the human—my home?” He gasped. “Oh no! I hope my friends aren’t worried about me!”

He was warmed by the thought of his friends back home. “You should meet them sometime, if you can! They’ll love you!” June said happily. He wholeheartedly believed Sam was a sweetheart.

Despite his current situation, he seemed unfazed—as though he would easily find a way home, eventually. “So where is here?”

Sam had, as one might imagine, never had “the talk” with a human before. They only had the vaguest of understandings of the “human world” and “rifts” and such, only based on what Christopher had told them, well, months ago now.

At this point, they figured they were nailing the “talk to the human so they’re more willing to be eaten” thing, which made them more confident to answer June’s questions.

Sam took another bite of their noodles. “You’re in the giant world now. Not the human one. Stuff from the human world gets sent here all the time. Like…”

Sam rummaged through the contents of the small desk below June’s shelf, moving aside piles of junk until they found what they were looking for.

June’s eyes widened. Giant world? Did I really, really get sent to another world?! If I did, it had to be when I was at the pizzeria. Did the others get pulled here too?

June didn’t remember seeing anyone. I was heading into the break room and—and then this. In the back of his mind, there was a slight ping of worry. Hopefully they ended up together or with a nice friend too.

While Sam was searching their desk, June lifted his glasses so his actual “eyes” saw Sam. There was a different-looking energy, and their magic was near non-existent. He let his glasses rest back on his face. A giant human? With a little magic, too—

Sam cut through June’s thoughts. The giant held up the object they’d retrieved proudly, like a kid showing their parents a cool rock they found.

“See? Check it out. I found a whole-ass bicycle the other day.”

Sam, while normally at least somewhat keen on social graces and the feelings of other people, was still a bit impaired when it came to picking up on human emotions. They hadn’t stopped yet to consider how worried this human might be about not being in their own world anymore. But then again, June didn’t seem too beat up about it.

June looked at the bicycle curiously. The intricacies of bike riding eluded him. “Whoa, you guys get a bunch of human stuff.” He giggled at the size comparison between it and Sam. “It looks so tiny when you hold it.” The bike spurred further questions. “Do you have a bike? We should go bike riding if you do!” June failed to realize that if they both rode on different bikes, Sam a giant one and him the tiny one, he'd eat Sam's dust.

The mental image of the human furiously pedaling behind them to try and keep up was really funny to Sam. They laughed, setting the bike down next to June before working on finishing off their noodles, talking with their mouth half-full. “Little dude, you’d either get run over or left behind.”

He chuckled, looking from the bike and then to Sam. “Heheh, you’re right. I’d be way too slow.” The slime in disguise stepped closer to the bike to try it out.

Sam looked thoughtful for a moment. “Maybe you could, like. Hold onto the handlebars or something.” They did not stop to consider the fact that most humans would be sent flying if they attempted something like that, especially with the way Sam normally rode their bike with reckless disregard for speed and safety.

If Christopher could see into Sam’s mind in moments like this, there was a good chance he’d never let Sam near a human ever again.

“Oh, I like that! There’ll be a lot of wind. And I’d love to hang out and explore with you!” He didn't know a bike required him to pedal around and maintain balance. Or to keep his feet planted on the ground. Thus, June toppled over.

Thankfully, he landed on the shelf sideways, the bike on his leg. His hands still gripped the handles. What did I do wrong?

“Whoa, whoa, take it easy, little buddy.” Sam picked the bike up off of them and set it aside.

“People make it look so easy.” June stood properly as the bike was put away. “Can you ride other things too? Like those…boards with wheels?” The name escaped June.

Sam’s eyes brightened. “You mean skateboards? Hell yeah! I’ve got a sick board, actually—”

Their eyes scanned around their room, but with the slight pile-up of dirty laundry and assorted junk, they honestly had no clue where their skateboard was. “...well, it’s here somewhere.”

June dropped down on his belly, looking over the edge of the shelf at Sam’s cool room. Cool to June, anyways. The slime had a lot of fun stuff back home, too—like video games, legos, and a whole bunch of dolls and figures he thought were cute. ~~Plus his super secret stash of glow stick snacks.~~

“That’s okay! I’m excited to see it when it’s found! Like, can you—” he hopped back onto his feet and attempted a kickflip without the board. “—do tricks?”

Sam’s “get me talking about my interests” button had been pushed. “Oooh yeah, I’ve been working on the frontside air recently! At least when I can make it out to the park out of town.” They continued to ramble on about their process of trying (and failing so far) to learn the trick.

Sam’s mind was suddenly filled with new ideas. I’ve never tried skating with a human inside before. Huh.

June’s interest piqued, and his joy imitated Sam's. “Oh, can I see you practice sometime too?” He always wanted to support and encourage his friends.

Sam wasn’t sure how they’d smuggle a human into a skate park outside of their stomach, but they were suddenly determined to try. “Maybe if I borrow one of Chris’s scent-masking thingies…” they muttered, thinking aloud. It would be fun to have a buddy to skate with. The thought crept up on them, especially as they were full enough to be less tempted to eat the human now.

June tilted his head as he listened to Sam’s mutterings. “Scent-masking—oh wait, Chris? Is that a friend’s name I hear?” His tittering voice somehow held both devious and innocent intent. Another friend to obtain!

“Oh yeah, Chris is great. He loves humans.” But I don’t want to introduce you yet, or he might make me take you to the “human city” or something.

June grinned. He loves humans? Oh! So do I! They’re fun and have a bunch of cool games.

Sam regarded June with a sudden, new interest. “You like going fast?” They could only imagine how fun it would be to ride a giant skateboard or bike as an itty bitty human. They weren’t really considering the danger involved, as they were sort of just assuming humans were much more durable than they’d previously thought.

June smiled at Sam’s question. “Yeah! That’s why I love rollercoasters!” He sat down and buckled into his imaginary air coaster.

“Aw, fuck yeah! Rollercoasters are my jam.” Sam regarded the human curiously, thinking through the logistics of such an adventure. They found themselves wanting to entertain this human—they’d never really met one that was so friendly with them before, and it’s not like they could eat it for another hour, at least. And he likes the same kind of stuff I do!

Sam likes roller coasters too! Aw yeah! Unfortunately, June’s friends back home, Elliot and Tila didn’t, so he always went alone.

“Y’know, I mean, you couldn’t exactly ride a giant roller coaster, little buddy, but I bet it would be wild if you were in my stomach while I rode one.”

Sam was not thinking of pesky things like g-force, or physics, or social decorum. In fact, this was the closest they’d ever gotten to considering how a human might feel. And, again, they were under the assumption that June was already well aware of what giants did to humans.

Sam's suggestion befuddled June. “In your stomach?” He put a hand under his chin. I am tiny compared to Sam. I guess that makes sense. But I never heard of a human eating people before. Do they have encryptions like some monsters? Or safe stomachs? “You eat people?”

Sam’s previous theory of this human being a willing participant in being eaten flew out the window at June’s question. They’d never bothered explaining anything to the humans they’d eaten, given that they’d pretty much all come from dealers. They’d never had to. And now, here this human was, without a hint of fear but also completely clueless.

“Uh…yeah,” Sam said, as if it were obvious. Thankfully, though, they had the presence of mind to clarify. “But not like…eat eat, y’know? Giants…” they paused, gesturing towards themselves repeatedly as they tried to figure out the wording. This wasn’t a conversation they’d ever prepared to have, and frankly, if they weren’t full of noodles, they wouldn’t be having it. The restraints of their own anatomy and semi-responsible decisions were the only things keeping them trapped in this conversation. “...eat humans, but like. Let ‘em out after. They’re totally safe.” Nailed it. See, this isn’t so hard.

The slime in disguise listened intently, nodding his head. I can eat humans too, he wanted to say. He held back.

He wrapped his head around this new (incorrect) discovery. Humans don’t eat other humans. Giant humans eat normal humans. “It’s safe, that's good. Thank you,” June said. “And if that’s the case, you can eat me whenever you want, giant buddy!”

He felt clever using the nickname “buddy” back at Sam. "I'll be happy to hang out with you that way too." He puffed up his lips and softly said, "As long as I see you do some tricks on your skateboard later."

Luckily for June, Sam wasn’t lying about it being safe.

Sam’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree when June said the magic words. WhenEVER I want? “You serious?!” HA! I DID find one of those willing ones. Wait’ll Chris hears about THIS.

June reflected their cheer. He didn't know of his friend's past struggles to find humans to enjoy. “Of course! I’m always willing to help a friend in any way I can,” he said genuinely, with a little hop.

Sam’s grin spread wider across their face, which, to any other human, might have bordered on scary—though there was nothing but a childlike glee in Sam’s expression now. “Little buddy, we’re gonna have so much fun together.”

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Chapter 4 ->

This is fine, right? What shenanigans await them now?

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"Can I get them, Boss?"

Contents/Warnings: Garter gets a chance to hunt. (Unwilling Prey, ?/M pred, Soft/Safe vore,).

Wordcount: 2,000 +

Song I listened to on repeat for this chapter: Antonio Vivaldi - The four seasons - Summer - Presto

Side note: You do not have to have read WIDFALI to enjoy this, it's a goof with one of the side characters!

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Garter

The Oni, in a human case, felt his heart thumping. Wicks and he had just defeated most of his enemies. However, one had slipped through their fingers.

He had glowing eyes, similar to a magus, though his were a glistening, melted silver.

Garter couldn't pull his gaze away. The faint signature, a unique trace of magic and energy an individual possessed (different for each monster or person), was strung through the trees. They got far. He thought to himself.

His instincts encouraged him to chase. His head swiveled back to the opening Wicks created for them.

"Hey, Boss."

"Not your boss, Garter," Wick replied sharply. He dropped the unconscious man he held and rose from his crouched position.

Given that Garter's antsy instincts were active, he could observe the amount of magic potential pouring from Wick's body.

Garter smiled and showed off his incisors that tried to thoroughly pry out of his human case. "They're running, can I get them, Boss?"

His well-respected friend's grumble crawled into his ears.

"Only if you call me Wicks."

"But-" Garter tilted his head back and forth as he debated the idea, turning his body towards Wicks.

In his culture, it was a way to pay respects to admired and powerful monsters. Wicks, to him, was a chief, or more commonly used, Boss, on Earth. It felt disrespectful to say otherwise.

Wicks stepped toward the dwindling signature, crunching on some of the splintered wood of the once-log cabin. "You saw them go-"

"Can I get them, Wee-Wic-" His mouth quivered at his attempts. It pained him to try and say it.

Garter's eyes softened. He hoped to get pity from his Boss.

The hazel-eyed Wicks caught on. He flicked his head in another direction. The six feet nine inches-tall bean pole, Garter, moved closer. He stepped over the bodies on the floor of various monsters and or magus's.

He used his irresistible puppy dog eyes technique on Wicks–something he picked up being on Earth. And to make the charm even more effective, he followed Wicks' line of sight with each head movement.

It didn't take long before he cracked his friend better than a metal nutcracker. "FINE." Wicks let his shoulders fall in defeat with his resolve. "You said my name close enough."

"Thanks, Boss, you're the best," Garter chirped.

His head tilted back, staring at the faint trail between the trees. The eye at the center of his head behind his bangs opened.

He took a deep breath and pulled back into a running position. After positioning his feet, he exhaled the cold gust from his body.

Another second passed, and he propelled his body forward.

His human case immediately burst like a balloon. His hair popped from its hair tie, cascading behind him like rugged spikes. His skin sprouted a rougher, grayish-brown fur, and three rows of horns grew upon his head.

The center of his forehead sprouted a third eye, and another set of arms popped below his original.

He hunched forward as he ran, allowing a low hiss to expel between his larger, curved fangs.

His taloned feet pulled up dirt and kicked through bushes as he ran.

His third eye had a spiral compared to his other normal irises. It is hyper-focused on its prey. He mimicked their signature movements, even though he had a near-straight shot to the target. He twisted through the gaps between the trees.

A Magus. I thought we captured all the villains; I guess I miscounted.

Garter took note. It meant they didn't have a human case to break, and he'd have to capture them carefully. After all, magus's that weren't unconscious could drain energy by touch.

However, lucky for him, this magus had limited energy to use, so they had yet to get too far. On foot without much enhancement, Garter was catching up. Then again, he was thirty feet tall now.

His third eye keenly measured the distance. They're within range. His shoulders hunched, and he took in a giant breath. It was like he left the area without air before he blew it all forward. Except it escaped his body in a powerful icy, visibly blue gust.

His prey realized their danger and tried to jump to avoid the mist. Garter threw his clawed hand into the widespread cloud. Then with a flick of his wrist, like it was some key, the mist flash froze.

From his hand forward, it exploded out as a solid shape, with several icicles in different directions. It was almost in the form of a spiked club.

Garter planned on catching them in it completely, only to get a hold of their leg. It had stopped them from rising, at least.

He had to be quick; they could use an explosive blast variation to escape the ice. I can't have that. He jumped upon the ice log with spikes, avoiding them and running at the user. Who started to form their spell.

He blew again, using the same technique as before, a flash freeze—something at least Oni's of Northern regions specialized in.

The cloud had covered the magus entirely, but Garter ensured it only affected the hands, other feet, and mouth.

He approached them as they struggled, unable to pull apart their feet from the iced floor and or their "chained" hands.

Though these pine trees had space above them, no light reached the magus. Garter took it all from them as he stood over their body. He eventually did crouch down in front of them.

Another special trait of his ice, it disabled magic from leaving points it touched, and because of their inexperience, or at least compared to Garter, it rendered them utterly helpless.

The Oni teased in his deeper, stern tone, "I'd like to ask you a few questions."

Their eyes were wide and filled with fear. They knew what was coming.

It was something Oni's could have been better at hiding, the rush of the hunt and the excitement behind successfully catching prey. Though there were many reasons among different Oni cultures as to why they devoured beings alive; to humiliate them, assert dominance, or end them in a way that would last. Garter's reason was simpler.

"Don't want to talk, huh?" Garter chuckled as if he didn't have a band of ice going across their mouth. "I guess I'll have to contain you since you are uncooperative."

His upper arms grabbed firmly onto the prey while his lower ones sliced the ice enough at his feet so he could easily pull them up. They swung profusely, kicking their legs and trying to drum at his chest with them.

Garter could easily have grabbed their legs, too, mainly since one of his hands encompassed their torso alone. Though, he held them with both his hands interlocked with one another.

He didn't care to stop them from struggling.

I should taste them first. Garter habitually did not do taste prey before he ate them. They would be his exception.

He swung them closer, his jaw opened, slightly drooling more than usual because he had successfully captured his prey.

His long, slender dark bluish tongue crept from its cave. It slickly ran across his target's face, and he tilted them toward his mouth. That's surprisingly sapid. His thoughts jumped with enthusiasm.

It caused his tongue, which had yet to pull back, to wrap around their neck. It told his body to bring the prey inside him already.

Since coming to Earth and joining the C.P.P.A., he rarely ate people, so he wasn't very patient with his treat.

A part of Garter wondered what their muffled cries were from beyond the ice piece. He imagined maybe they were trying to cast something or possibly the "colorful" language Wicks had described to them. Not that it mattered, as they would be down his gullet soon.

His sharp curved teeth brushed along their body. Their upper half entered first, so Garters's hands released their torso and arms.

That was what the magus tried to use first. They could no longer grip anything because their hands lingered on the outside, specifically outside of his lips. They floundered to push themselves out.

It was far more enduring to Garter, almost like he rooted for them to keep trying. Partially out of the enjoyment of swallowing something so lively, as when he used to do this back then, it'd be for the sole purpose of containing unconscious prey.

Garter hadn't realized he got lost for a moment. A single thought of his old home had almost distracted him; it was a good thing reality brought him back when their pleasant taste fled his tongue.

His hands grappled at their legs, keeping them from leaving his mouth.

I don't get to eat people often; I'm not losing this. He said in his head, guiding his across more of their flesh as it entered. Their struggle had increased due to their near escape attempt.

He couldn't imagine the embarrassment of losing his prey. Their head started to touch the back of his chilled throat. His grip tautened around their calves and kept their legs from moving too sporadically.

And because of how far they were already in his mouth, their arms weren't an issue anymore. Before his throat straitened around them, he shut his eyes. He wanted to enjoy them a few seconds more.

Then, his body brought down his prey, and the excessive drool nearly fell past his exposed teeth and lips.

Garter did it one slow swallow at a time, the first being the snare, stopping the prey from freely twisting its body because of the muscles at his neck squeezing them.

The next created a bulge in his throat; he felt their body's contours, their shape. They weren't like his average Kid Cuisine chicken nugget. They were much different, not only in their taste, riled up his senses and told him to consume them entirely, but their movements.

His hands slipped from their legs. It allowed him to get the last of them behind his teeth. He snapped his jaw shut.

Their icy kicks were useless at this point. Or what were attempts at kicks? His curious tongue put a stop to them. He was playfully getting his last sample of them.

The energy monsters like him craved.

His esophagus, which stood as a temporary resting place for his weakened prey, finally tugged them down in their entirety.

Garter felt the temporary pressure in his chest. Their form forced it to expand before they went into his much warmer middle. They lost their fight. Being at the center of his body meant they had no escape.

The Oni with long black, wicked strands let out a thrilled exhale. A refined sense of pride met his satisfaction.

He took a few upright steps, looking for the best spike of ice. His feet pittered, unhindered by the cold chill at his bare clawed toes. He flopped back, jostling his prey, and propped himself up against a spike like it was the back of his throne.

A few minutes more and their "boss" had got to Garter. "You said there was a straggler? Did you get them to spit out the agent?"

Garter hummed in response, "I got the straggler."

Wicks's voice from below repeated, "Did you get them to spit out the agent?!"

The Oni crawled over to the edge, their stomach far more settled. "What do you mean? There was only the one..." Garter looked at the pile of individuals Wicks must have dragged along. Six. There were six enemies. His lower right arm traced along his stomach. Seven.

He made a somewhat nervous laugh. It still came off sinister, given his half-form. "I got the agent."

Wicks let out an "arrrrrrrrrrrrhhh" type of noise and facepalmed. "Olivia is going to kill you."

"Don't you mean us since you technically-"

"YOU'RE NOT BLAMING ME GARTER."

"Yeah, boss." The Oni muttered, and Wicks yelled about the nickname as always.

...

Garter's Half Form From this short story!

THANK YOU FOR READING AND HAVE A GREAT DAY!

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WIDFALI ASKS!

I know no one asked for this. However, I want a way to easily treasure those asks ya'll have sent me. THANK YOU for them! I'm always accepting more and I AM STILL WORKING ON A FEW. The, well, life right now is fighting me but ANYWAY ENJOY! THESE ARE NOT ALL OF EM' I don't think, IM STILL LOOKING AND ADDING, PROMISE! My computer broke recently and looking for them on mobile sucks!

Random Questions: Simply the goofs/the stuff I think are fun

Alexander and Lynette - Will he see her more than food? Does she consider anyone there as a friend?

As Kids - How the night crew were as kids. Spoiler free as possible.

Cat or Dog person - I did a lot of individuals in this ask, what animals they vibe with.

Coziest Sleeper - The coziest Sleeper

Favorite Character - without using their name, species, or gender describe your fav (already introduced) character from widfali.

IF I was trapped in a room - Which character from Widfali would I want the most and least, I answered with Main Crew.

Lev - Does Lev have elemental breath?

Lev with a human friend part 1 - How would Lev treat a friend? Would he eat you with consent or not? Would he still want you to be unwilling and scared? Would he comfort you if you needed it?

Lev with a human friend Part 2 - What if Lev had a human friend that was scared of him, and if said human friend was in danger? If they didn't know he was a monster would he risk revealing himself to save them?

Lynette - As Patrick Star (still gotta draw her in costume)

Main Cast as Teachers - What classes would they teach and how would they be?

Main Crew Songs - Songs I have for the Morning Crew and Wicks

Morning and Night Crew Emoji's - Described using Emoji's, plus Wicks

Night Crew Character songs - Songs that I associate with the night crew of Widfali.

Night Crew Parody Songs - These are more of their joke songs that make me laugh to listen too.

Oc Ask Game (Alexander) - 6, 19, and 21

Oc Ask Game (Drake, and Alexander) - 9, 10, and 12 for both

Oc Ask Game (Elliot) - 7, 8, 10, 14, and 19

Oc Ask Game (June) - 6, 8, Badly injured, collections

Oc Ask Game (Lev) - Number 8, what does he collect as a Dragon

Oc Ask Game (Lev) - 7, 19, 47

OC Ask Game (Lev, Zilla, and Zane) - For this ask game, Lev - 12, 20, 39, Zane - 28, 33, 49, Zilla - 12, 20, 31

Plethora of Questions - Craziest Sleeper, Calmest, the heaviest sleeper, and lightest sleeper out of day and night crew. How Beatrice feels about humans, Zane and Zilla's closeness, and lastly the best and worst with horror movies.

Pizzeria Crew Forming a Band - Night and Morning Crew forming a band, who plays what and their band name!

Silliest Character - Who do I think is the silliest?

Silly Vore Ask Game (Lynette) - 1, and 7 for this ask game

Soft 'Spoiler' Angsty Facts - Facts/hints for the main crew.

Videogame-Fali - What kind of Videogame would Widfali be?

Widfali's First Concept - The creations of the cursed!

Widfali Au List - I have plenty of more, a whole list on my server now but these were the originals.

Who would Lynette take to the Wedding - Out of the Morning and Night Crew (plus Viola on Mid-shift) who would Lynette take and why.

Worst Au - As will be explained in the post.

Worst Character - Which character in Widfali would I want to be real the least.

Worst and Best Roommates - I did this for Morning and Night Crew

Theories/Questions: Explanations or Needed context?

Will contain spoilers in most of these, make sure you're caught up first!

Alexander's Standards - Alexander being nice?

Early Bind Lore - Some information/Chapters where binds are explained.

My First Official Theory - I still think this was cool and very close!

Widfali Prediction List - A bunch of theories!

Suggestions/Talk/Sweet Encouragement: As the title says.~

A ship - Between my two idiot Oc's

Alexander Development - Did he really?

New Favorite Character - Lev Anon having a change?!

JUNE - June Hug

Positive Dance Time - A song recommendation for June!

Why can't I be trusted with a Knife - Because of darn Lev.

About my pfp (Alexander Mouth) - Is Alexander my poster boy?

Took a Nap - Widfali haunting dreams 😈

How Long does it take with each Chapter - My estimated time on each.

Don't Apologize - I had a lot of stuff bopping, and this was a nice.

Art Style Be Like - The compliment I received for my art style being similar to Haikyuu

"Lynette's a girl?!" - A goofy response to one of my favorite parts

Lev and I have no knife privileges

How The Privileges Got Revoked - Undeserved 😛

Doing Fan Art for Me? - *joyful tears*

AGAIN, YOU ALL ARE LITERALLY AMAZING PEEPS WHETHER I KNOW YOU PERSONALLY OR NOT. THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING ALONG WITH ALL THESE SHENANIGANS. AND I WISH ALL YOU FANTASTIC PEEPS PROSPER AS WELL AS HAVE A GREATO DAY!

NONNEGOTIABLE

As always!~

#widfali asks #widfali ask #luckyshot stupidly writes #AMAZING PEEPS THAT HAVE CONTINUED TO PUMP ME UP FOR THIS STORY #vore writing #vore story

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