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Giganterra (Chapter 10)

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Content Warning: NSFW/ 18+!! Nonconsensual sex and vore (soft and safe)

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------ Chapter 10: A Full Belly ------

King Richard Hardon casually sauntered off to his private quarters, accompanied by his shadow, Ajax. The four women remaining in the cage—Candy, Jackie, Eren, and Addison—trembled as his giant form loomed over them. He didn’t break his gaze as he burned with hunger and lust. In particular, he kept returning to Candy. Eren was pretty enough, Jackie was plain, and Addison was too twiggy for his preferences, but Candy was perfect. He drank in the delicious sight of her big boobs, shapely body, and dainty features. He couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into her and taste her.

He climbed the stairs to his personal wing of the castle. Ajax stood guard at the door while the king entered his chambers. The room was dominated by a huge and luxurious bed with a sturdy wooden canopy frame that stretched from floor to ceiling. The bed was furnished with curtains of rich purple silk that matched the sheets. King Richard set the cage on his bed and sat down alongside it while his personal servant undressed him. Once his cumbersome outer layers of formal clothes were removed, leaving him in a soft linen undershirt and braies, he dismissed his servant so he was alone with his human prey.

The humans quivered with fear as their little confined lifeboat wallowed in a sea of purple silk. Every time the giant shifted on the mattress, they could feel the influence of his immense mass bobbing their iron boat on the silky sea, the springs of the mattress creaking and popping under his weight. He sighed with contentment, as deep as a gale of wind in a storm, as he propped up his back on a plush mountain of pillows and stretched his enormous legs out like mountain ranges of hairy living flesh. The women shirked back at the sight, submerged in raw terror. Would this be their grave as the giant slaughtered them one by one, sinking them into the crushing darkness of his throat and drowning them in his stomach? He placed the cage in between his outstretched legs, right up to his crotch, with a smirk.

“Miiiiilllliiieeee, darling! I’m back!” the king sang. He pulled aside one of the curtains to access the adjacent nightstand, which had a small glass enclosure on top. There was a human-sized bed, couch, and dresser inside, but compared to the giant room the furnishings looked like they were made for a doll. The tiny woman inside presented like a doll as well, with striking blue eyes reminiscent of marbles, fine blonde hair, and a slim, modest figure in a light dress. She had noticeable bags under her eyes, bruised with fatigue. The giant reached into her terrarium and scooped the woman out with his hand.

“Oh, so lovely to see you, Your Majesty!” Millie responded. Although she injected a positive inflection into her voice, there was a distinct note of pure despair that bled through. She was not happy to see him, not at all. She relished the few moments she had alone, when she wasn’t forced to be anywhere near the giant king, whether she was riding in his pocket or his belly, and she resented the interruption.

King Richard didn’t seem to notice her sorrow or care, however. He brought her up to his lips and gave her a sensual kiss that included rubbing his tongue over her exposed skin and even gently nibbling her with his teeth. She cringed, especially when his teeth gnawed on her breasts, but didn’t verbally protest. Her eyes watered with tears.

“Aren’t you going to kiss me back, sweetie?” Hardon questioned. His words were saccharine, but laced with the undercurrent of a threat. Millie whimpered softly before reciprocating with a small peck on his lower lip. His lips peeled back into a smug smile that turned her stomach.

“Oh, Millie, darling! How I adore thee!” the giant cooed, nuzzling her limp body with his nose. “Look, I brought you some new friends!” Millie’s frown deepened as the giant held her towards the cage so she could see the others. Jackie’s heart broke as she saw the poignant sadness etched into her expression. Millie gave them all a look of pained sympathy, cursed with the knowledge of what was to come.

King Richard hummed happily as he dropped Millie onto the wide expanse of his belly. She didn’t try to run: She knew there was no point, and she’d never escape him. He gripped the cage in his fingers, opened the door, and wormed his giant hand inside. The women shrieked and clambered to avoid him as their world rapidly morphed into a living nightmare, but he easily pinched Jackie between his fingers and tugged her out.

“No!” she cried. “Please don’t eat me!” The king sneered at her pleas. He obtained a vial of glowing blue fluid and dripped a single drop on her head. She shivered as the mysterious liquid was absorbed into her body. “W-what was that?” she stuttered.

Hardon didn’t bother to explain. He loved it when his prey was frightened and thrashed in his gut, unaware of the effects of the magical potion that prevented digestion. “Hm. Your looks leave something to be desired,” he remarked, squishing her face between his index finger and thumb. Despite the situation, Jackie deflated a bit with his insult. The king played with her in his hand, feeling up her body as she squirmed, and cocked an eyebrow. “Let’s see how you look without that dress.”

“What? No!” Hardon plucked at her fine dress and tore it off with ease. Jackie gasped, reflexively trying to cover up her nudity. The king grinned, stroking her up and down with his finger. She turned a ghastly pale shade as he raised the small naked woman up to his lips. “Stop!”

She tried to kick him, but instead the giant caught her legs in his mouth and slurped half her body inside. She shrieked with terror. His lips curved into a leer as he sampled her exquisite flavor, clearly enjoying himself. Jackie clawed at his face as she was slowly sucked further and further inside, up to her belly, then her chest, then her neck, so only her head was poking out. She felt his enormous tongue wrapping around her body, sliding all over her skin as she was enveloped in heat and wetness. His teeth teased her, kneading her back and chest with the alarming reminder that he could bite down at any time and end her life.

Jackie screamed, but she was cut off as her head was lapped into his mouth with the rest of her. The remaining group watched with terror as the giant’s lips and cheeks smacked and pulsed with movement, as he shuffled her around in his mouth. He paused and gave a full swallow, sighing with pleasure as her body slid down his throat. His neck throbbed as her small body passed through, to the horror of the other humans. Millie shuddered as his belly gurgled and filled out slightly underneath her. His crotch, too, bulged with arousal.

“Mmmmm, what a treat,” Hardon praised, licking his lips. His gaze settled on the cage, his pale eyes flashing with ravenous energy. “Who’s next?” He reached his hand out again, sending his victims into pandemonium as they bounced off each other like ping pong balls. He snagged Eren and dragged her out by her leg, kicking and screaming as she swung upside-down in his grasp.

“You repulsive ogre! Let go of me!” she shouted, brandishing her fist.

The giant king chuckled. “Mouthy, aren’t you? Perfect. I like my girls with some spunk.” He flipped her around and slapped her into his palm as she swore at him with venom. A drop of liquid fell on her head and absorbed into her body like a sponge, making her tingle with an odd cooling effect. Another drop splashed on her neck, but this one was an entirely different substance, warm and wet and smelly, and Eren realized with disgust that it was saliva dripping from the giant’s greedy maw.

Eren was filled with a white-hot rage as he began to tear at the stitching on the back of her dress with his fingertips. She felt helpless as she pushed against the folds of his palm with her hands, with no result. Her dress ripped at the seams and she felt his hot breath on her bare back as his face hovered over her. He ogled her figure with pleasure and gently ran the thick tip of his finger over her exposed shoulder blades and down her spine. Eren wanted to scream.

With no other option available, Eren did the only thing she could think to do and bit the crease of his hand as hard as she could. The king let out a gasp of surprise as her teeth sank into his skin; his hold on her loosened enough for her to wriggle out of his grip. She took a wild leap of faith and jumped out of his hand, falling until she landed on his broad chest and tumbled down to his belly. Despite her disorientation, she scrambled to regain her footing on the squishy surface and sprinted away blindly as fast as possible, shoving Millie out of the way in the process. Her tattered dress was disintegrating, leaving her torso fully exposed as the ripped top dropped around her waist. She tripped over the bottom half of the cumbersome garment and ended up with her face buried in fabric. Before she could get up, she felt pressure from the pads of two gigantic fingers cinch her hips and she was thrust into the air swiftly enough to make her nauseous.

“Nice try,” the king taunted, “but there’s no escaping me, you naughty little vixen.” He grasped the lacy hem of her dress and ripped the whole thing off with a flick of his wrist. His lustful eyes raked her naked form up and down as she persisted in fruitless struggle. His stomach growled and he raised her up to the wide expanse of his lips. Eren shuddered as the giant pair of pink lips parted like the curtains on a stage, revealing teeth draped in strands of saliva and moist darkness beyond. Eren cried out as the fingers forced her inside and the jaws closed around her, extinguishing the light.

Just like with Jackie, the humans could do nothing but observe helplessly as the wriggling lump that was once recognizable as a person shifted from cheek to cheek. Candy fancied, at one point, she could even see the outline of a tiny hand pressing out against the skin, desperate for an escape. The king tilted his head back, allowing the tasty woman to slide into his gullet, before contracting his throat muscles in a mighty gulp. He traced Eren’s path through his esophagus with his finger, letting out a soft moan of pleasure as she passed into his stomach. Millie cringed as his belly expanded and twitched beneath her with a raucous grumble.

“Ahhhhh...” the giant sighed, rubbing his belly with his hand. “I can feel them squirming inside, can’t you Millie?” He grinned at her expectantly, and she gave a small nod, her eyes swimming with tears. Without any more preamble, he reached into the cage and snatched up his next living snack, Addison. She didn’t make a sound, only flailing weakly in his fingers, as if too frail to properly resist. The king frowned with mild dissatisfaction as he examined her, picking at her feeble, matchstick limbs and rotating her in his hand.

Hardon huffed. “Why would that lunkhead Chester approve this?” he mumbled. He stripped her clothes off, the grooves in his face deepening with his disgust. “She’s too thin. In fact, she’s half-starved.” He gave her a probing lick, causing her to whine with fear. “She doesn’t even taste that good.” Addison shivered, covered in spit.

“Well, whatever.” The king dripped the magic anti-digestion potion on her head. “Down the hatch you go.” He dangled her over his mouth and nonchalantly dropped her inside. She squealed like a butchered pig as she disappeared into the void. Unlike with the others, the king didn’t toss her around in his mouth, instead opting to swallow her right away. Even though he considered the offering mediocre, he still smiled and massaged his belly with his hands as she joined the others in his increasingly full stomach, which gurgled noisily with the addition of fresh meat. “Not too bad, I suppose.”

A bolt of electricity jolted through Candy as his wolfish eyes turned to her with avaricious yearning. “One more.” She scrambled to get away, pressing herself against the bars as if believing she could morph into a gelatinous ooze and miraculously squeeze through. His fingers pinched around her and pulled her out. He lifted her high in the air, bringing her in close to his face to admire her. Candy, roiling in terror, started to cry.

“P-please... let me go...” she wailed pathetically, pushing against his fingertips.

The giant man ignored her as he devoured her delectable flesh with his eyes. After placing a drop of the magic potion on her head, he began to take off her clothes, unwrapping her like a special present until she was displayed to him in all her feminine glory. “Beautiful,” he murmured, tracing his finger down her side. Candy trembled as he explored her curvaceous body with his huge fingers: bouncing her breasts; sliding up and down her thighs, inside and out; sensually touching her narrow waist, slim belly, and cute little backside. His lips parted with carnal passion as he leaned forward, closer and closer, over her and all around her with his overwhelming mass. She was bathed in humid breath.

“You’re perfect,” he said reverently, almost in a whisper. “Oh lord... and I haven’t even tasted you yet...” His mouth watered with anticipation. He drew her in closer to his open lips, his tongue emerging like a primordial beast from the cavernous depths. Candy whimpered as the huge tongue slid over her frontal form, from her feet to her chin, bathing her in saliva. The king moaned with pleasure and continued to lick her like a lollipop all over, in all her sweet spots, waxing with gluttonous lust.

As he tasted and teased her, he was overcome with erotic sensory overload and his hand slid down into his shorts. Millie sat dumbly on her plush belly perch, trying to block out everything that was happening around her and praying that the giant had forgotten about her as he moaned louder and jerked himself off. He began to nibble Candy with his lips, bringing her further and further into his mouth with every stroke of his lips and tongue. Candy struggled, but she couldn’t fight him as she was finally pulled over the threshold of his teeth.

She cried out as the teeth closed around her and she was completely engulfed in the soggy inside of the giant’s mouth, surrounded by walls of bone rimmed with gums, with a fleshy tongue below and curved palate above. The tongue continued to wrestle her down, throwing her about, pressing her against the teeth, dragging her underneath into the hot meaty bowl full of drool below, weighing her down in a suffocating embrace. At the base of the maw, she could feel his blood pulsing through his veins in an excited rush. His moans of pleasure rumbled the stale air around her.

The tongue scooped her back up and to her horror she found herself sliding back, towards the foreboding gullet that provided ingress to the throat. She screamed and tried to surge forward, but the tongue reared up and forced her backwards. Her feet sank into the precipitous drop below, and the throat muscles clamped down on her and dragged her under. She only had a moment to desperately claw at the squishy tongue before she was sucked into the abyss.

Candy’s scream was choked out as the swallowing motion crushed the wind from her lungs. She sank down a terrifying distance, smashed on all sides, as the deafening boom of the giant’s heartbeat and breathing vibrated through his flesh. She struggled as panic consumed her rational mind, but the powerful esophagus clenched her so tightly that she couldn’t even push back, with her arms folded against her chest. Suddenly, her legs broke free and she wriggled them wildly as she was squeezed through a ring of muscle.

She fell through open space into a lake of hot acid. The gastric fluid churned and bubbled around her with rhythmic motions from the wrinkled stomach walls, groaning and rumbling loudly as the stomach worked to digest its contents. Something snapped inside Candy’s mind at the sight and she flipped out, thrashing wildly in a futile effort to escape. She punched and kicked the walls and floundered as she was stirred in the current. She accidentally elbowed something soft that let out a squeak of pain.

“Ouch! Watch it!” Eren hissed. Candy turned to behold Eren floating alongside her in the boiling juices. She looked scared, furious, and disheveled, but what caught Candy’s attention was that her skin was glowing softly, like a paper lantern. Candy glanced down and realized her hands and arms were glowing too, with an ethereal light that weakly illuminated the hollow cavity around them. She was even more baffled, disoriented, and shaken up than before. She didn’t understand why any of this was happening, and she was terrified of dying.

“We need to get out of here!” she screeched, pummeling the squishy innards more. She bumped into Addison, who was huddled up like a lost child and sobbing uncontrollably. Jackie, too, was somewhere inside the stomach, her haunted howls of despair echoing in the fleshy chamber as she fought her gastric confinement.

Candy lost it. She wailed and cried and bemoaned what a fool she had been, to think she even had a chance to be with the giant knight who was supposedly fated to be her lover. She should’ve never listened to that fortune teller, the deceitful old hag. She never expected something so horrible to happen to her, and now she was going to die because of her own stupidity. She wasn’t ready. She couldn’t accept her failure. Her sanity slipped away as she continued to lash out, embroiled in a flood of negative emotions: regret, pain, sadness, anger, defeat, and above all, terror.

On the outside, King Richard belched with satisfaction and patted his engorged belly, which was quite full after being stuffed with four tasty maidens. He enveloped Millie, who was shaking, gently in his palm and pressed her firmly into the fat of his belly. “Can you hear them in there?” he asked her with a devious chuckle.

Millie replied with a small nod. His stomach twitched and groaned with all the struggling going on inside. She could hear, muted by the thick walls of meat, tortured screams and loud squelches as the multitude of tiny prey panicked inside, not yet understanding that they were at least safe from digestion. She pushed against the giant’s belly with her palms, trying to pull away, but the giant king simply pressed her harder into his body, his belly jiggling as he laughed cruelly. Tears ran down her cheeks. She knew their pain all too well, having been ingested by the evil giant too many times to count.

“There’s room for one more,” Hardon teased, tapping his belly with the fingers of his opposite hand. Millie trembled with dread as the color sapped out of her face.

“No... anything but that...” she whimpered.

“Well then. You know what I want you to do.” The pressure on her let up as the giant loosened his hand. Millie let out a shaky sigh and wiped her eyes with her forearm. She crawled on rubbery limbs down the curve of his belly, towards his groin. She could clearly see how sexually stimulated he was from devouring the tiny women, with his enormous erection rising above her head, dwarfing her. With another heavy sigh, and a sick twisting in her guts, Millie slid under the waistband of his braies to access the tall pillar within.

King Richard reclined on his bed with sublime pleasure, folding his arms behind his head and closing his eyes. He moaned with satisfaction and shifted his legs while his hard cock was stroked up and down by tiny hands and limbs as Millie performed for him. He also thoroughly enjoyed the ceaseless squirming in his gut. Fresh prey was the best, with how lively and terrified they were. A smile graced his lips as he thought about his favorite new addition to his collection, the big-breasted blonde lady. She was both delicious and beautiful. As much as he adored Millie, he thought to himself that this new girl might be his favorite now. He would tame her, break her, and make her his own. She would be his forever.

Chapter 11

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protectivepredmom · 4 days

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I made some milk tea and- wait? What are they doing in my warm milk tea!? Oh well, I’ll let them sit in there for awhile and I might have them as well hehe ~<3

#pre vore #safe vore #soft vore #v/ore #extreme cuddling #gt v/ore #gt #gt vore #g/t art #g/t

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the-real-ali · 28 days

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mmmm, milkman/Francis mosses😳

・nervous pred 🩵

・He a skinny-looking guy so he'd have a noticeable stomach bulge

・sharp teeth

・when he does milk deliveries he sometimes eats you because he wants company

・makes jokes about dipping you in milk but has yet to try it

・He loves carrying you around in his chest pocket

・He's terrified of people finding out he eats you sometimes

・when he's not nervous he loves teasing you, lots of kisses or licks

・he enjoys it when you sleep on his chest (Milkman moobs 😳😳)

・he probably smokes or drinks coffee (he's sleep deprived as fuck)

・when he comes back from his deliveries and sees you asleep he sometimes eats you

・gentle playful bites

・Always carries you around especially when going out with you since he'd hate to see you get eaten by a doppelganger

・he finds you hiding beneath his hat sometimes before deliveries

・His stomach kind of cramped

・sometimes likes to hum to you after swallowing you

#ali speaking #willing vore #g/t sfw #sfw vore #v.ore #non fatal vore #nonsexual vore #v*re #v0re #v0r3 #soft vore #endo safe #safe vore #endosoma #tw vore #gt vore #comfort vore

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maplesyrupandgt · 4 months

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Do you have any headcanons for pred Neuvillette?

Yesss I love pred Neuv so much. He deserves so many little treats and though I pred lean, I'd gladly offer myself to him

Neuvillette's canines are so sharp- like he's extra careful during noms so as not to let his prey come to harm

he's a little picky but if you ask nicely, he may let you sit in his water to be swallowed down along with it

prey almost always has to be willing and even overly so since he will rarely ask directly if he has a craving or need

He has little tells when having a preyfriend offer themself would he helpful to him

These include: condensation on his pen or inkwell- never the books or any documents, he may begin tapping his foot during work, or rain will start and stop in spurts of frustration among other things. Keep an eye on his body language and abilities to know when he needs a little extra love

Neuvillette doesn't eat as often and isn't very much food driven, but rubs from the inside can be incredibly relaxing for him

Prey with visions that can cool his internal temperature make him purr - which he's slightly flustered by

He'll only go after unwilling prey if he's eating them for their sake or as a punishment he's required to dole out

That means he might act as a holding cell, or he'll use noms to break up conflict or as something he deems necessary as management of mischievous tinies

It's rare but feisty unwilling prey moments are also the only times he might hunt a tiny down. He's direct with this and sometimes he locks a little too deeply into hunter mode and that can be very intimidating

Naturally wet in his tum, almost completely dark but there's a very very soft blue tint, just enough to make out shapes and as a tiny's gaze adjusts they can make out more

He sometimes would appreciate having a tiny in his mouth. He doesn't do candies or anything to busy his mouth typically, but just the weight on his tongue and tiny shifts as he works can be a good way for him to fidget

He salivates quite a bit when a tiny is in his mouth and they may have to remind him to swallow with little taps when he's distracted.

Sometimes he's so focused that he'll just gulp a tiny down this way

#g/t #gianttiny #giant/tiny #giant tiny fluff #safe vore #gt #soft vore #v/ore #soft g/t vore #giant neuvillette #pred neuvillette #i need peeps to discuss genshin impact g/t with thank you very much #maple asks

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gtschnickschnack · 1 year

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rewatched arrietty and finally came to appreciate Pod, wish we saw him interacting with humans so i drew handhelds

#g/t #giant tiny #the borrowers #secret world of arrietty #gt handhelds #schnickart #his dry humor is v cute #also eyeballed his apparent size of 10cm but he ended up slightly bigger i think

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arrow-gt-ace · 6 months

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human friend cooking with their minigiant friend in the minigiant's kitchen the human friend has to stand on something to even reach the counter, and reaching any of the cabinets is another thing entirely. their bigger friend has to get stuff from the shelves for them (or else just lift their friend so they can pick out whatever they need) and has to help with lifting the heavier pots and pans.

#g/t #giant/tiny #minigiant #gt #g/t minigiant!jack au #he'd just have platforms specially made for his smaller loved ones so they can reach everything in the house by themselves #maybe it just happens before Jack gets everything in the new house sorted and done.#he's v considerate so it wouldnt be too long

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toast-tales · 1 year

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A Draconic Demonstration

[Malleus Draconia Vore]

Cover art by @smolcinnamonchipmunk

After eating a suspicious treat in Ramshackle, you find yourself shrunk down to a few mere inches. You can think of one person...well, fae, who could help you. But after learning more about their “true form,” you wonder if you’ve gotten yourself into an even stickier situation. ~4900 words.

Contains: language, soft, safe, g/t vore, a flustered Yuu, more than a few gratuitous mentions of fangs-

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In hindsight, you probably should have been a little suspicious of the cookies that had “eat me” written on them with pink icing, but you were hungry.

Now, at about three inches tall and standing on Ramshackle’s kitchen table next to the offending cookies, hunger was the least of your worries.

Seriously though, how had this happened? Crowley had brought you this basket of groceries himself. The vegetables and bread looked harmless enough. Sure, the cookies stood out a bit, but would Crowley be so careless as to get your groceries mixed up with food that could shrink you down to the size of someone’s finger?

Nope, scratch that. He definitely would.

You sighed. Now wasn’t the time to lay blame or point fingers—that would have to come later (and it would). You needed to figure out how to get back to your original size as soon as possible. You couldn’t get off this table without meeting an unseemly end splattered on the floor, and there was no one in Ramshackle who could help—Grim was staying over at Ace and Deuce’s for an all-night video game extravaganza (without their housewarden’s knowledge, of course), and you had foolishly declined, as potentially angering Riddle again wasn’t at the top of your to-do list.

There were the ghosts, but they couldn’t leave Ramshackle, and to your knowledge, they didn’t have any magical abilities that would help. Plus, if you brought too much attention to your current predicament, you were worried they would just use it as an opportunity to prank you.

The list of comrades who could potentially help you was growing depressingly short as you ran through it in your head. Deuce, while dependable, would more likely drop a cauldron on your head accidentally than successfully get you back to your normal size. Azul would probably find a solution, if he was motivated enough by the contract he’d no doubt whip up for you to sign. Crowley…well, he had a propensity for getting students to do his dirty work instead. He’d be more likely to hide you in a box somewhere to protect the school’s sterling reputation until a solution was found. Not to mention the complete lack of effort he’d put into finding a way for you to get back home—magnanimous mage, indeed.

By pure luck, you had left your cell phone on the table, facing screen-side up. It was a bit of a hassle to press the power button and run back to input the four-digit passcode with your tiny hands, but after one failed attempt you got in. You went to your contacts and started scrolling through, but none of the names stood out as being exceptionally helpful at the moment. You were about to resign yourself to texting Ace and Deuce—at the very least, they could bring you to someone who could help—when you scrolled to one of the most recently added numbers, and you remembered.

You did know someone who had the magical capability to help, and most likely would—without any strings or ulterior motives attached. Probably.

The number you had inputted in your phone for Malleus Draconia wasn’t connected to a real phone. Frankly, you didn’t understand all the technomancy jumble Lilia had bombarded you with when you asked how it worked, but you got the gist of it—a text to this number would translate into a magical message delivered to its intended recipient—in this case, Malleus. Lilia had decided that finding a way to use technomancy to translate radio waves into magic (which he’d apparently done with help from one of his “online buddies”) would be easier than teaching Malleus how to use a phone, and they were very eager to do so once you had suggested that it would be easier to invite Malleus to things if you could text him like everyone else. This was close enough, though you hadn’t tried it yet. You weren’t even sure if Lilia had told Malleus about it.

I guess now’s as good a time as any, you thought. You wondered how it worked—did the words float up in front of his face? Would it be some sort of text-to-speech situation? You’d heard about messaging spells a few times in class, but didn’t have any experience with them.

With some effort, you typed in a message to send to Malleus—putting in the extra effort to spell all the words out completely, just in case.

please come to ramshackle, i need your help -yuu

You hit “send” and watched the “received” checkmark appear next to the text. Almost immediately, the word “received” changed to “read.” Huh. I guess that means it worked?

You wondered if Malleus could even reply to the text—maybe he could send a magical message that would translate to a text? Had Lilia thought that far ahead? You didn’t have much time to wonder, though, as your thoughts were interrupted by a CRASH of what sounded like thunder right outside the front door. It spooked you so bad you fell backwards onto the table, heart pounding loudly in your chest. There was a flash of greenish light you could see through the windows.

Holy shit, is that—

The front door flew open to reveal the huge, imposing figure of your fae friend, his green eyes widened with shock as he hurriedly took in the scene before him, as if scanning for danger. His eyes fell on the basket of food on the table and then, finally, on you. You gave him a sheepish wave—maybe you should have toned down the urgency in the text you sent.

“Hi there, Malleus. Thanks for coming.”

A few moments passed as the fae’s expression turned to one of puzzlement. He looked down at the doorway for a second before slowly, deliberately crossing the threshold, ducking slightly to avoid hitting the large black horns on his head. “Child of man? Is that you?”

You nodded as he knelt down slightly next to the table, his cat-like, vivid green pupils at eye level with yours. “Sorry for bothering you, but uh…you were the first one I thought of who could help me with…this,” you said, gesturing to yourself.

“There’s no need to apologize. Though your message may have…startled me a bit, I appreciate your invitation.” He grinned, flashing his sharp, white fangs. His deep voice, so close to you now, rumbled softly in your ears. “Would that it were under better circumstances. Now, could you explain what happened?”

You began your admittedly short retelling of how you’d taken a bite of the suspicious cookie, hoping the fae wouldn’t laugh at your seeming lack of common sense. To your surprise, he listened intently with a serious expression on his face, only showing a hint of irritation when you mentioned that it had been Crowley who had given you the basket of food.

“Tch. That fool,” Malleus muttered darkly. “So careless with the safety of his students. You could have easily suffered a much worse fate had you not been able to contact me. It’s clear that I need to have a…discussion with the headmage on the matter.”

Malleus stood up, and small orbs of green light started to appear around him, floating through the air like fiery dust motes. You could sense a faint crackle of electricity in the air, making the hairs on your arm stand on end.

“Woah woah wait—” you said hastily, as it seemed Malleus was planning on whisking himself away to Crowley’s office right then and there. “It’s…kind of late. I can talk with him tomorrow morning.” As much as he exasperated you at times, you certainly didn’t want Crowley being reduced to a pile of ash over this.

The green magic disappeared from the air as Malleus let out a small hmph, turning his attention toward you again. “As you wish, little human.” His bright eyes were sharp and cold—this clearly seemed to have irritated him more than you were expecting—but they softened as they met yours again.

“So…” you began, slightly nervous now, “is this something you can fix? Like, is it some kind of curse, or…”

Malleus focused his stare and waved his hand slowly over you and the half-eaten cookie behind you. Green sparks flickered faintly at the tips of his gloved fingers. “It is nothing so complex. It seems to be someone’s unique magic, imbued into the food. Likely some sort of prank.”

Unique magic. What kind of unique magic would make size-changing pastries? You briefly thought of Trey, though his unique magic was much different—not to mention he wasn’t the prank-pulling type. For some reason, though, this did feel like something from Heartslabyul—though you couldn’t quite put your finger on why.

“Can you…reverse it?”

Malleus tilted his head to the side, pondering. “I could try, though without understanding the nature of the unique magic, there might be…unintended results, at least without thorough preparation. It would be best to find the person who cast the spell, and have them undo it.” He knelt down beside the table again, his large eyes almost overwhelming as they regarded you somewhat curiously. “Are you sure you wish to wait until tomorrow to speak to the headmage?”

You tore your own eyes away to glance at the grandfather clock behind Malleus. It was nearly midnight—no doubt the headmage was fast asleep anyways. Waking him up now would probably not yield the best problem-solving attitude. “Yeah. I think that would be best. I can wait until tomorrow.”

Malleus nodded slowly, though his brow creased with concern. “Be that as it may, I can’t say I feel comfortable leaving you here alone in such a state. Not to mention, your kitchen table seems a less than ideal place to spend the night.” A thoughtful look came upon his face before he smiled, though coupled with his slightly narrowed eyes and a hint of his protruding fangs, it made you slightly nervous—though you weren’t sure why. “I think it would be best if you stayed in my dorm for tonight.”

I agree, you thought, though you had to admit that the idea made you a bit flustered. While you were on rather friendly terms with the fae, Malleus was always someone who felt just out of reach, like he existed on some other level of reality altogether at times. He was beautiful, but in a way that felt otherworldly and distant. He would appear and disappear at seemingly random times—which is why his invitation for you to spend the night in his room was such a strange, but very appealing offer, even if it was at your current size.

You realized you’d been staring at his face for just a bit too long. “Y-yeah,” you stuttered, willing the blush to disappear from your cheeks, “that would be good.”

He placed a gloved hand on the table in front of you, palm-side up, and looked at you expectantly. Heart thumping wildly in your chest, you slowly stepped onto his hand, sitting on the cold black leather. His long fingers curled gently around you, protectively, as he held you against his chest. This was, by far, the closest you’d ever been to the fae, and it did nothing to help your rapid pulse.

Malleus looked down at you, smiling in that strange way he often did that was somewhere between friendly and mischievous. “You may want to close your eyes, little human.”

You obeyed immediately as you felt your hair stand on end again and heard a sharp CRASH sound, but much louder this time. There was a strange sensation of weightlessness for a split second before you felt solid again, and the electricity dispersed from the air.

“You may open them now,” chuckled Malleus.

Slowly, you opened your eyes and took in the sight of what you assumed must be Malleus’s dorm room. It was rather dark and dungeonesque, what with the tile floors and dark brick walls, but also fairly elegant. A giant four-poster bed, with sheer black curtains draped across it, dominated the middle of the room. You could also make out a small loveseat with dark purple upholstery and elegant black woodwork in front of it, and a—was that a stone, dragon-shaped gargoyle standing in the corner of the room?

Malleus placed you gently on top of a large black desk next to his bed. A candelabra with tall white candles in it ignited as he approached, the tips dancing with greenish light. It cast a strange glow on the fae’s face, making his features look sharper.

“Wow…” you said quietly, still a bit dazed as you took everything in. “I uh…I like your room. It’s…big.”

Malleus chuckled. “That is to be expected, with your current…perspective.” He gave you a strange look and laughed to himself, smiling somewhat impishly.

“What?” You could never quite get a read on what the fae was thinking at any given moment.

“It is nothing,” Malleus said with a smirk. “Just a funny thought.”

You never did have much patience for his cryptic remarks. “Tell me!” you insisted, placing your hands on your hips in a show of mock seriousness.

Malleus took a seat in the chair in front of you, an amused smile on his face. “Well…it had occurred to me that the current size difference between us was somewhat familiar. In my true form, a regular human might be about as small to me as you are now.”

“True form…wait, you mean…can you actually turn into a dragon?” You’d heard some rumors that implied as much, but hadn’t given them much thought until now. It sounded like the kind of stuff people would make up about the great and terrible Malleus Draconia.

“That is correct,” the fae said, his expression unwavering.

Well, shit. You’d heard other rumors too, but…

You found your gaze resting on Malleus’s delicate, slightly darkened lips that curled up in a grin, concealing his fangs. You found yourself shivering with unexpected adrenaline, though you still weren’t sure why. You’d never been scared of your friend before, like everyone else seemed to be. While you were never quite sure of him, you could at least be confident he meant no ill will toward you—in fact, there were times (like tonight) where he seemed quite protective of you.

There was a question you wanted to ask, but you weren’t sure if you wanted to know the answer—or what you wanted the answer to be.

“Is something troubling you, child of man?” Malleus’s placid expression betrayed a hint of concern.

“Did you eat people?” you blurted out, feeling your face go red at the ridiculous question. That had to have been offensive, and why in the world was that the rumor you decided to focus on?

Malleus’s eyes widened in a curious stare before he gave a full-bellied laugh, his sharp fangs on full display. The noise startled you a bit—not the reaction you were expecting. He folded his arms on the desk and rested his head on top of them, eyeing you with bemusement. “You are a strange human, indeed, asking such a bold question.”

You gulped. “Uh, sorry if that was rude,” you mumbled, though he didn’t seem to be upset.

“Not at all. It was just…unexpected. But to answer your question….” His catlike eyes narrowed as a devilish grin crept up his face. “Yes. Only a few that deserved it.”

“Oh,” you breathed, unsure of how to best respond to this new fact. You became very aware of how close his face was to you now, and how his large, dazzling green eyes were keenly focused on you, studying your reaction.

“Does this frighten you, child of man?” He sounded almost resigned to the fact, as if your answer couldn’t be anything other than “yes.”

This…made you sad. “You don’t frighten me, Malleus,” you said with certainty. You were feeling lots of things right now, but at least that much was true. “I’m more curious than anything.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You’re…curious?”

You were not sure things could get much more awkward than they were now anyways. Might as well get it all out there. “Yeah like…what do humans taste like? Can you actually swallow people whole? Does it hurt?”

His eyes widened again with surprise at your questions and you were worried you’d definitely asked way too much. But to your amazement, you did not burst into flames. The fae grinned as he lifted his head slightly, tapping the side of his face with his fingers. “So many questions,” he mused. He appeared to be thinking about something as his gaze averted for a minute before he looked back at you, a sly grin on his face. “I could answer them. Or…” he paused, green light dancing on his skin, “you could give me something in return.”

Welp, this is it, you’ve really done it now. You could feel your breath catch in your throat. “G-give you something?”

“A demonstration,” he replied simply. “You are the perfect size, after all.”

Oh, fuck.

“Um…do you mean…” you hoped you were reading his intentions right, but also hoped you were very wrong, “...eating me?”

Malleus tilted his head, his grin now showing his fangs. “How far does your curiosity go, little human?”

You didn’t like that his answer wasn’t no. You felt a chill of fear run up your spine. “Uh, well, I can’t say I’m fond of the idea of dying,” you said, laughing mirthlessly.

Malleus’s eyebrow quirked up in amusement. “Of course not,” he said, tracing a finger in the air. Green sparks appeared around you, teasing the hair on your skin like static electricity. You felt a strange weight settle on you before the feeling vanished. “A simple protection spell is mere child’s play for me.”

Protection spell?

“And, as an added measure—” He traced another pattern in the air, but this time he moved his hand in front of his stomach. You watched as the green sparks formed some sort of sigil midair before sinking beneath his clothes. “—a spell on my end, as well. No harm would come to you. In fact,” he said, tracing his eyes over your tiny body with an expression both doting and devious, “it may be the safest place for you to spend the night.”

You gulped. It felt like he was closing more and more doors that would have led to your escape from this situation. You could just say no. You probably should just say no, based on the hungry glint in the fae’s eyes. But you couldn’t seem to form the word—every time you tried, you ended up getting sidetracked by the green light glinting off of Malleus’s fangs, the soft curve of his throat, the way his hand rested over his middle almost protectively…

You’re not going to get hurt, so why not?

Your desire to learn more about the elusive, mysterious fae was winning, and Malleus knew it. Maybe your common sense had shrunk, too.

“Yeah…okay.”

Malleus’s grin deepened. “I hadn’t expected you to agree, I’ll admit. You’re just full of surprises, child of man.” He laughed. “So you will permit me to consume you, and keep you inside of me until the morning?”

It felt like you were signing a contract with Azul, which may have been a less foolhardy thing to do right now. “Y-yes. As long as I’m safe, a-and you let me out tomorrow morning. And then you can help me get back to normal, right?”

He gave you a surprisingly soft smile as he placed a hand gently behind you, stroking your hair with his thumb. “Of course,” he purred, smooth and composed as ever. You felt your legs shaking at the sudden contact, knowing that the uncharacteristic tenderness was just a precursor for what was to come.

He picked you up ever-so-gently by your shoulders, cupping you in his hand as he held you up close to his face. You became more aware of his less than human features–the vertical pupils, the flawless, stone-cold skin, the delicately pointed ears. And the pristine white teeth–with a set of sharp canines on the top and bottom that looked like they could pierce your flesh effortlessly.

While his appearance now was fairly close to a human, you had to remind yourself that Malleus was a dragon. It was getting a little easier to see the resemblance as he lifted you above his maw with his other hand, holding you between his thumb and forefinger as he subtly ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

“Now, to answer your first question.”

He opened wide, and you could see all the way to the back of his throat when you cast a timid glance down. It was only a brief look, however, as he closed his lips around your legs. Slowly, he pulled more of you into his mouth until only your head remained outside. His tongue moved around your body slowly, running along the exposed skin of your arms and teasing under your shirt along your middle. You did your best to keep your heart from exploding out of your chest–you would be shaking more if his lips didn’t hold you firmly in place, or if his tongue wasn’t pinning you against the bottom of his mouth as it tasted you.

Malleus’s eyes were closed as he seemed to savor the sensation–you weren’t sure if you appreciated this or not, but you were glad at the very least that he wasn’t pinning you down with his stare as well right now. Despite the fear hammering away in your chest, you were blushing like a madman at the oddly intimate moment.

You finally let out a breath as he slowly lifted you back out of his mouth, taking care to remove the excess saliva from your body as he did so. You felt…cold, all of a sudden. For a split second, you missed the warmth that had enveloped you moments before.

Malleus grinned, looking quite a bit like a cat who’d caught a particularly tasty mouse as he met your eyes again. “Humans all taste quite different. For some reason, you are particularly sweet. I imagine it has something to do with the unique magic affecting you right now.”

What is the appropriate reaction to that, exactly? “Uh…so that’s…good?”

“An understatement,” he said, tapping his fingers lightly along his jaw as he smiled. “You are definitely the tastiest human I’ve ever had.”

You couldn’t tell if he was being sincere or just seeing how much he could tease you, but either way you couldn’t stop your face from going red.

“Now…I believe it’s time to answer question two.”

This was your last chance to say something, to make a rational decision that would prevent you from spending the night in the fae’s stomach–but once again, no words came.

“You’ll forgive me, of course–this is a bit of a rare treat for me, so I may not be able to hold myself back from enjoying your taste for a while.” Malleus’s smile was not cruel, but it was certainly…predatory. You wondered if he could feel the way your whole body was shaking.

Opening wide again, he lowered you into his gaping mouth. His lips closed around your waist as he explored your body with his tongue, pressing it firmly against his palate as he tasted you. You felt his lips part slightly as his tongue crept out under your head, ready to draw the rest of you inside. With one gloved finger, he gently pushed your head between his lips before closing them firmly behind you, leaving you completely in the dark.

The engulfing warmth might have been pleasant if not for the fact that you were now thoroughly coated in saliva from head to toe. Your body rested on top of his soft tongue for just a moment before you were pressed against the roof of his mouth rather unceremoniously, though not painfully. He continued to move you around his mouth with his tongue, seeming to want to get a taste from every angle.

You found that, despite your face being smothered by his giant tongue and pressed against the inside of his cheek, your lungs did not seem to strain for air at all. Was this part of that “protection spell” he had cast on you?

Well, I guess that’s ONE less thing to worry about.

Suddenly the tongue underneath you relaxed, and for a moment you just laid there, face-down and absolutely still. You knew what was coming as his tongue slowly lifted and his head tilted back, and you got a lurching feeling in your stomach as you slid backwards and down his throat. The tight muscles caught your feet before he swallowed and pulled the rest of your body downwards. You caught the faintest glimpse of light as his mouth parted slightly, right before you disappeared down into the darkness.

Being squeezed on all sides by the fae’s throat was a less unpleasant experience than you thought it might be. The muscles squeezed all around you, drawing you in deeper and deeper with each swallow. It went on for longer than you thought it would–and you wondered how he was able to swallow you whole like this without choking. Was he having trouble?

You felt some kind of pressure from outside the throat gently massage you and ease you further down. Before long, you could feel your feet enter an empty space as the throat released you, little by little, until your whole body fell into the fae’s stomach.

Mercifully, it wasn’t as bad as you had imagined a stomach could be. There were no acids or half-digested food waiting for you–just fleshy, saliva-coated walls on all sides that squeezed against you gently. Perhaps this was a mercy granted by the spell he’d cast on himself. You seemed to take up most of the room in Malleus’s stomach, and you opted to sit down as best you could, wrapping your arms around your legs protectively.

This is it. It’s over. You felt yourself relaxing somewhat, no longer being squeezed by the throat or smothered by a tongue. The stomach was warm—and for a moment, you wondered if Malleus could breathe fire and if he could, where did it come from? Did it come from in here, and was that why it felt so warm? As you fell back into the folds of his stomach, you could feel a heat creeping into your skin—not unlike curling up next to the fire in Ramshackle.

You heard a deep sound rumble around you, muffled by the walls of the stomach—a chuckle. “I take it that answers all of your questions?”

“Uh—” you began, before realizing that there was no way your voice could carry all the way to the fae’s ears now.

“Oh, of course.” There was a pause, then: “You can speak now, little human.”

“Um—” What must have been magic caused your voice to resonate oddly, like you were speaking through a megaphone. You could even hear your own voice come from outside of Malleus’s stomach, strangely. “Did it hurt at all? Are you okay?”

The walls of the stomach shook with Malleus’s deep laugh. You found your sitting position jostled by the movement and used your arms to catch yourself before falling completely on the soft, wet floor. “After all that, you’re asking if I am okay? Perhaps I am more out of touch with others than I thought.” He paused. “No, it did not hurt. Even in this form, my body is used to such a thing. It was actually…quite a pleasant experience. I have not had the pleasure of eating a willing participant before, nor one who I intended to bring back out later.”

“Wait, you’ve never done this before?” you almost squeaked in surprise. “H-how did you know the spells would work?”

“Do you doubt my abilities, child of man?” His voice was humored, but you could sense a bit of an edge to the words.

“Well…no…”

“I would never allow harm to befall you, especially not from my own body. You will be safe until the morning, so rest.”

You wondered how many other people could tell you to get a good night’s sleep while you were literally inside of their stomach and actually make it sound like a good offer. Malleus’s words comforted you, and you realized that for better or worse, you trusted this fae with your life.

You sunk into the slimy folds of his stomach, letting the heat seep into your skin. “Are you going to sleep too?”

You could feel his whole body move as he seemed to get up and walk a short distance before lying down. A soft creak of springs indicated that he was probably on his bed. In the dark, it didn’t change much for your perception of space, seeing as you couldn’t tell up from down regardless. “Perhaps,” he purred, his voice filled with utter content. “I don’t normally sleep for long, but feeling you inside of me is…quite relaxing.”

You felt a slight pressure on top of you—again, though your face was pressed against the wet folds of his stomach, your lungs weren’t gasping for air. It felt like he was gently massaging his belly. The soothing motion was more than enough to cause your tired eyelids to close, and help your body relax even further, just moments away from sleep.

You weren’t even sure if the next words you heard were real or a dream.

“And I can still taste your sweetness on my tongue, child of man.”

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Thank you for reading!

#vore writing #vore stories #v.ore #v/ore #g/t vore #gt vore #twisted wonderland vore #twistedwonderlandvore #malleus vore #malleus draconia vore #safe vore #sfw vore #clean vore #extreme cuddling

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soren-gt · 2 years

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Ayyyy here is my first post with my character Soren :p

he’s a big old bean who wanted a little snack lol

#v0re #v0re blog #safe vore #soren #v/ore #vore art #gt safe vore #vore oc #original character #g/t vore

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benjaminthewolf · 4 months

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Living Up To Your Name (Vore Story)

Welp, this was one of the most difficult vore story projects I've ever tackled.

Mainly because of the battle scenes. Yeah, needless to say, battle scenes are hard to write.

But this is the Sky/landers franchise we're talking about. Fighting is kinda, ya know, their whole thing, so-

Word count: 7,623

WARNING: INJURY, SWEARING

Astroblast gradually shifted his head around on his pillow as he let a muted, scratchy half-murmur half-gnarly-grumble vibrate itself around in his voice box for a few seconds. Reluctantly rolling his crystal body over on his bed so he was now lying upon his front, heaving out a mildly despondent sigh as he did, the light elemental Supercharger soon after attempted to let his mind drift away from hazy consciousness (just as he had done all throughout the same night, so be it), and enter eventually into a state of tranquil, steady slumber, so he could finally get some good rest for next morni-

*FWOOMP*

“ASTROBLAST!”

Automatically and instantly lurching upwards as an instinctively hysteric “AAAAH!” burst out of the crystalline man’s throat, Astroblast urgently shot open his eyes, and swung his head around his room so he could decisively figure out what was going on. As soon as he did this, he immediately realized two things.

Firstly, and most importantly, the one, or actually, the ones who had screeched out his name, and caused this sheer panic as a result, was the three of Fiesta’s amigos. Despite all being tiny skeletons, they were currently breathing in and out very rapidly, whilst leaning against the frame of the door they had just broken open in tremendous exhaustion.

Secondly, Astroblast was able to figure out from the height and angle he was looking at them from that he had apparently activated subconsciously his anti-gravity floating ability from the shock, and was now hovering approximately two feet over his bed, still positioned with his front towards the ground, as a result. Also due to this, his white and gold-trimmed pajama shirt with “I Come In Peace” printed in its center was now visible to the trio. His pajama shorts were similarly visible, and possessed the same color palette.

In the time it had taken him to comprehend this second fact, however, one of the amigos, coincidentally, the one in the middle, aptly known as “Dos” had finally managed to catch his breath enough to speak up to Astroblast once more.

“WEDON’TKNOWHOWATALLBUTCOUNTMONEYBONECAPTUREDFIESTAANDHEALSOTOOKTHECRYPTCRUSHERANDFIESTASUMMONEDUSAFTERDISTRACTINGCOUNTMONEYBONESOWECOULDGETTHECRYPTCRUSHEROUTOFTHERESOWECOULDGETHELPANDNOWTHEY’REUPPASTSKYHIGHLANDSANDYOURSUNRUNNERISTHEONLYONETHATCANGOUPTHERECAUSEITSALIGHTELEMENTAREAANDTHESUNRUNNER’SALIGHTELEMENTVEHICLEANDWENEEDTOGOUPTHERERIGHTNOWORELSE-”

“WAIT-WAIT-WAIT-WAIT-WAIT-WAIT! SLOW DOWN!” Astroblast finally brought the incoherent ramble to a halt. “ALL I HEARD WAS ‘FIESTA’ AND ‘COUNT MONEYBONE’! WHAT HAPPENED, EXACTLY?”

Realizing he was talking way too fast for Astroblast to keep up in the following moments, Dos promptly shut himself up, slapping his two skeletal hands over his mouth with an “E-” noise, before Uno, the amigo to his left, ultimately decided to speak up instead.

“Uh…it's kind of a long story, so maybe it would be best if we told you while you’re getting out of your pajamas and into your space suit, and…grabbing your laser gun and all that.” he relayed to the Supercharger far more comprehensively.

Taking a few moments to reorient himself after this proposal, and all of the utterly unhinged, non-stop madness that had come before it, Astroblast sighed out a far more calm and collected breath of “Okay…”, before giving a firm nod back to the amigos. Proceeding to float downwards towards the floor, maneuvering himself into an upright position as he did, Astroblast eventually stuck a landing in front of his closet, whilst allowing all of the initial shock of the moment to gradually flow out from his being. As he was reaching for the door handle, however, something suddenly perked up in his brain.

“Uhhh…do you think you guys can…” he awkwardly attempted to ask the little skeletons. “...turn around?”

“What-OH! YEAH YEAH YEAH, OF COURSE!” Uno responded in sudden comprehension of what, exactly, the crystal man meant, before instantly swiveling around. Dos and Tres would resultantly follow shortly after, in a shared sense of mutual, implicit understanding.

“So yeah, since we’re all magically linked with Fiesta, he kinda just filled us in on all the details mentally when he summoned us.” Tres began to explain. “So here’s basically what happened…”

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“OI!”

“WAKE THE FUCK UP YOU BONEHEAD!

"...Heh. Literally..."

"BUT GET YOUR BONY PELVIC ASS UP OFF THE FLOOR! I SAID OI!”

“...”

“ARE YOU IGNORING ME ON PURPOSE OR ARE YOU REALLY JUST THIS INEPT?”

“WAKE UP!”

“.......................”

“Alright, that’s it.”

“¡DESPERTARSE, TÚ ESTÚPIDO CULERO HIJO DE LA FREGADA! ¡VETE A LA CHINGADA Y CHINGA TU MADRE! ¿TÚ OÍR, IDIOTA? ¡TU MAMA!”

“*GYAAAAAAAAAAH-* ¡MI MADRE NO TIENE ABSOLUTAMENTE NADA QUE VER CON LO QUE ESTÁ PASANDO AQUÍ!-”

“¡Buenos días, motherfucker!”

“MONEYBONE!”

“THAT’S COUNT MONEYBONE, TO YOU, FIESTA!”

And that was when Fiesta boiled over.

The undead Supercharger skeleton needed nothing in the way of rational thought. He needed nothing in the way of sight or sound. And he most certainly needed nothing in the way of consciously harnessing his strength in order to respond to Count Moneybone with his fist.

A great cracking noise could be heard resonating around the two rival skeletons’ current vicinity. Seconds after, with the moment of fury gone by, Fiesta could critically think once again. Thus, he was given no other choice but to examine all the details pertaining to both himself and his most hated enemy the second his eyesight cleared up; as well as to their surroundings, a little later. With all of this new information at hand, then, Fiesta was rendered both silent and imobile rather quickly, as he subsequently connected all the dots.

“...well, I guess I can’t blame you for trying…” Count Moneybone spoke up with his signature tone of royal, arrogant calmness. “...but I think you’ll find that trying to…oh, what was the phrase again? Oh yeah! ‘Slug me in the face’! Is kind of a lot harder when you’re THE SIZE OF AN AVERAGE SEWER RAT! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! Ahhhh~”

Fiesta only remained reticent and unmoving, as reality at last began to settle.

The indisputable fact of the matter, in isolation from everything else, was that Count Moneybone had somehow managed to capture him. That meant that right now, his goal was to learn as much as he could about the situation, in order to evaluate all of his options, and formulate a plan for escape. Moments after this had settled in his mind, Count Moneybone resumed his villainous chuckling.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OH YOU ACTUALLY THOUGHT YOU HAD A CHANCE, DIDN’T YOU?! OH, HOW RICH IS THAT, NOW? HOW RICH IS THAT? ….WELL CERTAINLY NOT AS RICH AS ME! HAHAHA! …OR AS SMART! HEH!”

That was when Fiesta realized that he knew exactly how to get Count Moneybone to reveal his hand.

“...aaaaaanyway!” the former ruler of the underworld abruptly shifted the subject. “WELCOME TO BEYOND SKYHIGHLANDS, FIESTA! THE BRIGHT, CLOUDY, BASICALLY UNREACHABLE REGION WHERE SKYLANDS GIVES WAY TO THE VACUUM OF SPACE!” he hollered out in theatrical glamor, gesturing out and towards the landscape before them.

As Fiesta had naturally expected, based on his skeletal rival’s description, he observed that Count Moneybone was standing upon a giant, glistening platform of clouds. Aside from the ones on the ground, the light blue, shimmering sky around them was also lightly decorated with the occasional pure white wisp.

At this point, since Fiesta was still yet to speak another word, he appeared to be dumbstruck and muted from realization to Count Moneybone, as he took a few flamboyant strides forth. In reality, however, the shrunken skeleton was merely prepping his plan for probing, while continuing to note his surroundings.

“Oh, and don’t think I’ve forgotten about your little gimmick…” Count Moneybone cockily sneered before calling out a cheeky: “TA-DA!” and revealing to Fiesta the Crypt Crusher, simply by turning himself around; the vehicle parked about five meters from where he stood.

“Oh, yes! Brought your stupid little funeral procession car all the way up here, too! HAH! I’m sure you know what that means, dont’ch’ya!”

Fiesta spontaneously let out a stifled gasp, as the magical light blue eyes within his bony sockets widened to at least twice their size.

“EHEHEHEHEHE, YES! I suppose you could say that I’M in the driver’s seat, now!” Count Moneyone immediately quipped in a sense of satisfactory superiority. “...except THIS driver’s seat contains a rift engine!”

As Count Moneybone wasn’t currently looking at him, Fiesta couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the thoroughly self-absorbed former underworld ruler, who had all but seemed to have forgotten that engines aren’t located in the driver’s seat. Nonetheless, this news was still very good, as the presence of the Crypt Crusher meant he had a surefire option of escape up here with him.

“If I can just summon my Amigos while making sure Moneybone is distracted, they can use its rift engine to get back to the academy in no time! But since this is a light elemental zone and there’s only one person at the academy who has a light element vehicle, they’re going to have to find Astroblast as soon as possible!”

Fiesta momentarily glanced up to examine Count Moneybone’s current expression. He appeared to be staring down at him in victorious bliss, most likely still assuming that his tiny rival wasn’t speaking due to contemplating defeat.

“Okay, I’ll start off by asking him how we got here, and move into how he got, specifically, into a light elemental zone in due time. But the most important thing is that I have to keep him talking for just about as long as I can!”

“Aww…what’s wrong, wittle guy? Is wour defweet just two much fwor you two handwleeeeeee?” Count Moneybone joyously mocked the still silent, tiny Fiesta.

“Alright, Moneybone…” Fiesta suddenly spoke up rather calmly, much to Count Moneybone’s sheer and sudden, though attemptedly suppressed, shock. “If you think you’re so high and mighty, and smart, since you’ve apparently already ensured your total victory over me, why don’t you just go ahead and answer this one, simple question for me? Hmm?” he continued on in an outwardly apparent state of regulated fury. “HOW IN THE NAME OF THE ANCIENTS DID YOU EVEN GET US UP HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE?”

A thoroughly uncomfortable pause proceeded to follow, one in which Count Moneybone’s skeletal brow steadily furrowed deeper towards his similarly narrowing eye sockets.

“Oooooooooohhhhhhhh, I see!” he eventually spat out through grinding teeth. “So YOU think you can just wake up in the clutch of COUNT Moneybone, see that you’ve been bested by his technological, and magical capabilities, and then go on to insult him like a petulant little child, hmm? Well I’ll have you know that I’ve been able to magically teleport objects for YEARS! So what makes you think I can’t develop my skills to where conscious beings can be affected too, huh, Fiesta?”

In the midst of Count Moneybone’s rant, Fiesta had wasted absolutely zero time summoning his amigos, telepathically informing them on the situation as they appeared, before the three miniature skeletons collectively understood that they needed to take the Crypt Crusher back to the Academy, scampering over to the nearby vehicle in heightened urgency, as a result.

“‘What makes you think I can’t develop my skills to where conscious beings can be affected too, huh, Fiesta?’” Fiesta quoted back to Count Moneybone in rising spite. “Oh, I don’t know…maybe the fact that…you’re an undeniably incompetent piece of shit standing proudly at the peak of the Dunning-Kruger graph’s mount stupid! And the just as indisputable fact that you failed spectacularly at the one, singular, though might I add, EXTREMELY IMPORTANT, job that Kaos gave you back in Superchargers is WAY more than enough proof for me of that point!”

There would only be three exact seconds between those words hitting Count Moneybone’s metaphorical brain, and the result.

“WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT”??????????????????????????????????????????????????

Count Moneybone violently, hysterically, viciously, barbarously, and dementedly screeched at the top of his metaphorical lungs in explosively unwavering, frothing fury as Fiesta only glared up into his eyes in purely staunch contempt. Casting a bit of a sidelong glance over at the Crypt Crusher as the Amigos revved it up and began to drive, Fiesta, as he knew it was best for him to maintain his current facial expression, internally smirked back at the arrogant Count screeching at him; and doing so in nothing but purified, genuine hate.

****

“Geez! Was he actually screaming that loud for that long?” Astroblast asked in slight disbelief as he continued to steer the Sun Runner upwards through Skylands’ stratosphere; the elongated, wispy white clouds swishing past the windshield in an instant up against the light blue background of the sky.

“Ayyyyup!” Tres, huddled up with Uno and Dos upon the seat beside him, (resultantly sharing a seatbelt with them), promptly responded. “Good thing, too, or else we probably wouldn’t even be here in the first place!”

“Well, I mean, having no windpipe does mean there aren’t really any consequences for doing something like that, so…” Uno added in soon after.

“Yeah, that’s true, too.”

“I wonder if they’ll still be screaming at each other when we get there!” Dos lightheartedly pondered with a chuckle.

“Maybe! I dunno!” Tres giggled out in response.

Astroblast internally heaved a pained sigh paired with a sharp eye roll. He understood that the amigos weren’t Skylanders in their own rights, and didn’t have nearly as much experience in these kinds of situations as he or Fiesta did…but even so, now was not the time for idle chatter, and Astroblast felt that they should know this.

“Well…” he eventually spoke up in an abruptly lowered and serious tone, which seemed to accomplish the intended effect of indirectly reminding them all that this was an urgent rescue mission, “There’s only one way to find out.”

Astroblast leaned forwards just slightly in the driver’s seat whilst significantly narrowing his eyes.

He knew based on his ship’s continual Rift Engine-aided velocity, and how far the area defined as being beyond Skyhighlands was from the academy, that the four of them were mere seconds away from arrival by now. It was extremely important, then, for him to properly time the Sun Runner’s deceleration, so that they wouldn’t find themselves breaching into space.

Gently pressing down on the brake pedal, Astroblast could feel his ship slowing, at a smooth, yet still extremely G-Force intensive rate, causing the three Amigos to get viciously thrusted backwards into their seats.

“OH-WHAAAAAAAH! OH THANK THE ANCIENTS THAT SEAT BELTS EXIST-WRUUUUUUUNGH!”

Tres screeched out in palpable terror, as his bony body was given no choice but to lay there and soak in the impact.

Astroblast opted to say nothing as his surroundings became progressively more discernible from the Sun Runner’s braking. Eventually, the ship slowed down to a stop, and the three Amigos were able to gradually pull themselves together.

“*Bluuuuuurgh*...uh…we’re ok….we’re ok, right guys? Ok yeah, we’re good.” Dos stammered out while shaking himself into reorientation.

Astroblast was once again tempted to speak up, if only to ask how the Amigos weren’t used to these levels of G-Forces after years of riding with Fiesta in the Crypt Crusher, but once again, ultimately decided to refrain.

“...alright, then…” he mumbled out, whilst driving the Sun Runner forth at a pace slow enough to scan the cloudy terrain below him. “...well now we need to find those two, and-”

“OH, WELL LOOK DOWN AT YOU, FIESTA, THINKING YOU’RE SOOOOOOOOO SMART! OF COURSE LIGHT TRAPTANIUM CAN BE USED TO ENTER LIGHT ELEMENT ZONES! IF IT HAD TO BE A LIVING THING, THEN HOW WOULD YOUR OWN O’ SO PRECIOUS CRYPT CRUSHER GET INTO AN UNDEAD AREA WITHOUT AN UNDEAD DRIVER? HMMMMMM?”

“...well, that was easy.”

Immediately steering the Sun Runner in the direction of Count Moneybone’s screech, it wouldn’t be very long before Astroblast and the amigos spotted a royally dressed skeleton pricked up in a royally pissed-off stance, glaring down towards his furiously clenched fist, continuing his verbal barrage without any form of a break in between each sentence.

Astroblast proceeded to press a few buttons on the Sun Runner’s control panel in silence, whilst the Amigos collectively decided to hold their own. A soft wiring sound could be heard building up inside the Sun Runner, as upon the vehicle’s windshield, an electrical screen appeared to boot up. Utilizing this screen to zoom in significantly onto the back of Count Moneybone’s skull, Astroblast brought a golden target icon onto the screen, and maneuvered it onto the skull’s back’s middle. The amigos could only metaphorically hold their breath in preparation for what they figured out was going to happen next.

*FWOOSH*!

The slim and precise, yet powerful laser blast shot itself across the sky, and towards the still hollering form of Count Moneybone just beyond.

“SO IF YOU TELL ME ONE MORE TIME THAT I DON’T POSSESS THE SKILLS NECESSARY TO STEAL YOUR CRYPT CRUSHER WITHOUT SETTING OFF ANY ALARMS, I AM GOING TO-”

Fiesta had indeed taken note of the Sun Runner in front of him by now, yet still knew he had to remain in character to ensure Count Moneybone stayed distracted. As a result, he was just barely able, from the very corners of his eye sockets, to watch the bright, red laser that was shot from the ship zooming closer to his far larger nemesis, who remained utterly oblivious to its presence.

“AND DON’T YOU GO ON THINKING THAT JUST BECAUSE YOU HELPED DEFEAT ME ONCE, THAT AUTOMATICALLY MEANS I’M GOING TO GET BEATEN AGAIN!”

Count Moneybone spat onto the captive Fiesta.

“SO MAYBE-EEEEEEEEEEEE!”

The following moments seemed to come by the pure, yet acquired force of instinct alone, as Count Moneybone’s pupils dilated.

*SNAP*

“AAAAA-HAH!”

Instantly realizing the jig was up, Astroblast knew that he needed to get as close as he could to Count Moneybone, so he could better analyze his next moves.

Count Moneybone, now donning his suit of robotic armor, gave a muted, sneering “Hmph.” as the Sun Runner pulled in closer to, though still far above, his position. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t Astroblast Danger Guts himself! Oh, I’m so scared!”

To this, Astroblast could only narrow his eyes before Dos stood up on the shotgun seat to clap back.

“Hey! He’s got a sick-ass laser gun, and you don’t!”

“*Pffft*! Like that stupid little ‘Special Class EZ 9,000 Laser Gun’ could do any more damage than a Chompy bite-”

Not willing to waste any more time, Astroblast let loose a laser barrage on the skeleton, being sure to avoid his robotic suit’s left hand where Fiesta was still being clutched.

“-AAAAGH-A- GRRRRRRR-!” naturally rather ticked off from getting attacked whilst off guard, Count Moneybone snapped his bony fingers once more, summoning into the skies an entire air support squadron of his own robots; all of a model similar to that which he had used in his final battle during Swap Force.

Thankfully for Astroblast, even though Fiesta’s Amigos weren’t as experienced working in the Sun Runner as they were the Crypt Crusher, they still knew their way around Supercharger vehicles’ supporting firearms, and were not hesitant to show it.

“TAKE THIS YA STUPID…COPTER BOT THINGS!” Dos hollered out from the shotgun seat as he and his fellow Amigos gathered up around the Sun Runner’s supporting firearms control panel in front of the very same seat.

With the Amigos covering him, Astroblast was free to focus on Count Moneybone, who was, no doubt, firing back at the Sun Runner in the form of purple plasma ball blasts from his robotic suit’s wrists. Weaving in and around to dodge the shots, Astroblast kept his gaze locked firmly onto the former ruler of the underworld; knowing once the snarky Skeleton’s robotic armor gave in, he would be rendered essentially helpless. Utilizing his Sun Runner’s Satellite Support move, the crystalline Supercharger could now see Count Moneybone’s health bar above his suit’s skull headpiece, whilst he continuously whittled it down with his lasers.

“HEY! WOULD YOU STOP MOVING AROUND? IT’S WORKING ANNOYINGLY WELL!” Count Moneybone eventually roared up towards the still-firing Spacecraft and its occupants.

The instant this remark hit Fiesta’s metaphorical ears, the captive Supercharger burst out into a prolonged bout of half-smirking half-chuckling at his former dictator and prolonged mutual rival.

“You never actually learn anything, do you?”

“SHUT UP, FIESTA, OR ELSE YOUR LOWER JAW’S GETTING RIPPED OFF, TOO!”

“Hah! Oh really? Well I’d just LOVE to see you try!”

Swiveling his robotic suit’s head around to meet with Fiesta’s challenging gaze, Count Moneybone let a growl progressively rise up in his metaphorical throat.

“I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT I ONCE PUNCHED ONE OF THOSE STUPID TROLL SHREDNAUGHT MACHINES OUT OF COMMISSION WITH THIS SUIT! IN ONE PUNCH! SO UNLESS YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOW, EXPECT TO SEE YOUR MANDIBLE ON MY TROPHY SHELF!”

Fiesta held onto the resulting silence for only a single second “...what suit?”

“WHAT-?”

*FSHWINK-CLUNK*

“.......................................................uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……………………the one that’s now in pieces on the floor?”

“Alright, Moneybone! Hand him over!” Astroblast called out to the defeated skeleton as he slowly lowered the Sun Runner towards ground level. “Everyone here knows what’s going to happen if you don’t, so why don’t you just save yourself all that trouble, and put Fiesta down NOW?”

“...........................................uh……..” Count Moneybone blankly vocalized, his immobilized body shaking in bewilderment as his eyes betrayed the dawning of reality. “Uh-......umm…….I-” and then, just like that, the infamous former ruler of the underworld perked all the way back up. In stance, in demeanor, in everything. Just as if nothing had ever happened at all.

“Oh, oh you may THINK you’ve already won, but what kind of evil genius doesn’t have a secret backup plan lying up their sleeve?”

“What? What is he-no. No, I can’t just assume that he’s bluffing. I gotta stay on guard!” Astroblast internally deliberated as the metaphorical neurons within Count Moneybone’s skull began firing for the very first time in the entire encounter.

“YES, YES! LIE THERE IN SHOCK, OH WON’T YOU? BECAUSE I JUST SO HAPPEN TO HAVE ONE MORE ADVANCED SECRET TECHNIQUE LEFT!” Count Moneybone continued, ending his sentence with a dramatic point into the air. “WITH A TWIST!”

“Secret technique? Wait a second IF THIS GUY ACTUALLY THINKS HE’S GOING TO OUTRUN THE SUN RUNNER-”

“YEET!”

“WHA-?”

“FIESTA!” the three Amigos shrieked out in rising horror.

Immediately slamming the Sun Runner’s gas pedal, Astroblast lurched forwards in order to zip his way over to the newly airborne Fiesta, before his momentum was brought to a nauseating instantaneous halt a second later by a newly snapped-in barrage of Count Moneybone’s air support robots. Looking through a stray gap in the currently robot-smothered windshield, Astroblast could see Count Moneybone sprinting forwards upon the clouds, presumably in order to snatch up the now undoubtedly unconscious Fiesta before he could.

“YOU THREE HOLD BACK THE ROBOTS! I’LL GO AFTER FIESTA!” Astroblast called out to the Amigos as the Sun Runner’s windshield flipped open. With the robots now having been launched into every conceivable direction, Astroblast snagged the swiftly-dwindling opportunity and lept out of the driver’s seat onto the ground.

Sensing a faint: “WE’RE ON IT!” echoing from behind him, Astroblast’s astronaut boots pounded against the floor as he began gaining ground on Count Moneybone.

“MONEYBONE!” Astroblast screeched out to the sprinting Skeleton before him.

“HUH?” Count Moneybone heaved out before taking a glance over his shoulder.

“HEY, WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY LASER GUN AGAIN?”

“...uh…uh-oh.”

Promptly picking up the pace, not out of the need to make it to Fiesta first, but out of his own natural instinct for self-preservation, Count Moneybone let a terrified: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” escape his metaphorical lungs as he continued scampering forth. Ultimately, however, his overflowing metaphorical synapses were eventually forced to admit that he couldn’t keep himself out of firing range forever. And that was when it finally came to him.

“WELP, GUESS IT'S TIME TO MAKE USE OF THE CLASSIC VERSION!”

Before Astroblast behind him even had a chance to react, much less attempt to figure out what that even meant, Count Moneybone had completely swiveled himself around.

“RUN AWAY!” he began to wail as he hotfooted himself out of danger.

“Ugh…” Astroblast groaned while rolling his eyes.

Placing his laser gun back at his side so he could have both hands ready to grab ahold of Fiesta, Astroblast continued sprinting forwards.

“There’s absolutely no way that Count Moneybone could’ve thrown Fiesta any significant distance. I’ve gotta be getting really close-THERE HE IS!”

As he had suspected, Fiesta was out cold. Astroblast needed to look him over for injuries as soon as he possibly could, and to this end, as the shrunken Supercharger gained more and more room in his field of view, Astroblast timed a leap forwards with an outstretched arm.

Successfully snagging the skeleton off the floor with his right hand as a result, Astroblast immediately began feeling over Fiesta’s body to make sure he wasn’t severely injured. He couldn’t care less that he’d landed on his chest from his leap. All that mattered was whether or not his friend was hurt.

A swift preliminary check told Astroblast that Fiesta hadn’t gained any major breaks or fractures from getting thrown across the terrain. Importantly, that meant moving or handling him wasn’t going to exacerbate any injuries.

“...okay, now that Fiesta’s safe, I’ve gotta go back and help the Amigos clear out the rest of those robots, so we can finally get back to the Academy!” he internally noted to himself.

Now, there was nothing left to do except get up off the floor and go. To this end, Astroblast attempted to pick up his left foot so he could place it onto the ground and push himself upwards. Only to feel his entire leg getting violently dragged back down to the floor, seemingly a millisecond later.

“WHA-”

“HAH! DID YOU REALLY THINK I WAS GOING TO GIVE UP THAT EASILY?”

“MONEYBONE!”

“THAT’S COUNT MONEYBONE TO YOU, ASTROBLAST DANGER GUTS!”

Not only had the skeletal former dictator somehow slid himself back into the game, he seemed to be keeping a bewilderingly firm hold on Astroblast’s leg, preventing the Supercharger’s escape. It would only take one glance backwards, however, for this momentary mystery to be solved.

“AHAHAHAH! NOW WHAT SORT OF EVIL GENIUS DO YOU THINK I WOULD BE, IF I DIDN’T HAVE MORE ROBOTIC ARMOR SUITS AT MY FINGERTIPS?”

Astroblast strained to reach for his laser gun at his side, only for the full force of the suit’s left foot to come crashing down upon his forearm as he did. An overwhelming barrage of sharp, tingling pain signals shot straight to the crystal man’s brain before the numbness began to settle in.

Count Moneybone only smirked as he immediately followed this up with a plasma ball blast straight to the face. The superheated purple orb struck Astroblast square on the left cheek, creating a great, branching crack in the region, and causing him to give a pained: “GURNGH!” sound as a newfound burning sensation seared into the wound.

“JUST HAND HIM OVER ALREADY! WE’RE NOT PLAYING THIS GAME OF KEEP AWAY ANY MORE!”

Count Moneybone spat out to the writhing Supercharger below.

“NOT LIKE YOU CAN REALLY DO ANYTHING ELSE ANYWAY! …EXCEPT DIE, OF COURSE!”

Astroblast continued to breathe as he lay trapped within the armored skeleton’s grasp. Count Moneybone, then, continued awaiting an answer, positively reveling in the elation of his ultimate victory, as he did.

“...no.” Astroblast finally broke the silence, in a pained and ragged, yet, to Count Moneybone, shockingly composed tone. “No. There’s still one more thing I can do.”

Without skipping a single beat, Astroblast shakily moved his arm holding Fiesta in closer to his face, as he glared Count Moneybone straight down his undead pupils with narrowed eyes.

And that was when he opened up his mouth.

It seemed as though time itself had dilated around the two conscious beings to a point where it halted entirely. Yet with each passing nanosecond, Count Moneybone’s metaphorical neurons were able to continuously piece together exactly what Astroblast was doing. Still, he could only react as fast as his metaphorical brain could process his actions. Bound by his physical limitations within the shackles of time’s linear arrow, Count Moneybone was resigned to the role of a mere observer, whilst Astroblast’s own movements progressed.

Astroblast knew very well that this might just be the only possible way he could protect his friend in this moment. That meant that no matter how Fiesta tasted, or how hard he was to swallow, Astroblast was going to get him down to safety. Down to a place where the shrunken skeleton was quite literally surrounded by his friend. Surrounded by the soft, malleable walls of his stomach, but also by the solid, firm, crystal exterior that acted as his skin.

And so, Astroblast stretched open his crystal jaws, exposing the fleshy interior of his maw, as he extended his white-colored tongue, where Fiesta would be laid down. Upon the unconscious skeleton’s first contact with his fellow Supercharger’s taste buds, the sensory receptor cells zapped his flavor up to the crystal man’s brain; just as fast as time would allow. Though Astroblast’s brain was certainly not in a position to focus its resources on examining Fiesta’s taste, the signal was nonetheless received. Thus, as Fiesta was slid further along the warm, squishy surface of the tongue, his mildly spicy chili pepper flavor was dragged along with him. It certainly wasn’t anything Astroblast couldn’t handle, though. (Especially not after all his Enchilada Night experience). So, the light Supercharger merely shoved his skeletal friend deeper into his maw, as Count Moneybone stood by, imobile.

Eventually, Fiesta was pushed deep enough into Astroblast’s maw to where his skull headpiece bumped against his white uvula. The plump, bulbous sack of flesh swung back and forth for a while from the strike, as Fiesta’s shoes entered into the maw at last.

Able to sense the entirety of his friend’s form tucked away within his maw, Astroblast swiftly snapped shut his jaws, enclosing Fiesta inside the warm, damp chamber, and causing a *click* noise to echo throughout it, not like Fiesta could even hear it in the first place.

Count Moneybone sure could, though, the detection of which only solidified in his mind the notion of what Astroblast was going to do. For even though his maw was sealed up and secluded, it could still very much be pried open with force. No, for Fiesta to be truly safe, he needed to go somewhere deeper.

Raising up the back of his tongue, Astroblast could sense Fiesta’s skull headpiece scraping against the alveolar ridges upon his hard palate. Soon, gravity would draw the skeleton downwards and towards the crystal man’s pharynx. With sealed jaws leaving hardly any room for comfortability, Astroblast could sense both Fiesta’s skull headpiece as well as the felt on the back of his Mariachi suit brushing up against his soft palette, naturally resulting in a second contact with his uvula. Nonetheless, he understood deeply that right now, the most important objective was to keep his friend safe. Consequently, the crystal man’s white colored epiglottis covered up his laryngeal inlet, as his upper esophageal sphincter opened up. Fiesta’s head and skeletal upper body were thus slid past the laryngopharynx, and into the muscle region of the sphincter, as the downward pushing motion of swallowing squeezed the aforementioned sections of his body into the esophagus.

Astroblast didn’t waste any time completing the job, swallowing again in order to shove Fiesta’s middle body into the muscular tube; once more for his legs, and one final time for his Mariachi shoes. His esophagus’ rhythmic, involuntary contractions of peristalsis could handle the rest.

And that was when time came rushing back.

Astroblast heaved in a gasp of air the instant Fiesta’s shoes slid past his upper esophageal sphincter. Reality began to settle in as a newfound jolt of adrenaline hit his veins. One second later, he could sense that Count Moneybone’s hold around his leg had loosened, as he was still very much stunned. Yanking his leg out of the former dictator’s grasp and planting both his feet on the ground whilst forcing his arms up underneath him, Astroblast gathered all his energy into his left leg.

At last, the full force of an upwards striking kick smashed squarely into the skull headpiece of Count Moneybone’s robotic suit, completely cracking the thing open and exposing the fragile form of the skeleton’s head lying within.

Now back standing upright, Astroblast needed only to kick the skeletal villain straight in his delicate skull, exactly as he did with the headpiece; thus removing him from the battle entirely.

Count Moneybone’s eyes rolled into the back of his sockets as his jaws dropped open from the shock. Soon enough, the entire suit toppled over all at once, as the electronics within began shutting down; presumably due to the unconscious state of its user.

Now, there was nothing to do except run.

His feet striking against the cloudy grounds of the light zone, Astroblast’s adrenaline continued to course through his being, before he spontaneously became vividly aware of Fiesta halfway down his esophagus.

The continuous peristaltic motions within the organ guided the skeleton towards the stomach as Astroblast’s body continued running forwards. Astroblast himself, however, wasn’t sure how long he would be able to keep doing so, mainly considering his injuries. As a result, whilst Fiesta proceeded to move beyond his collarbone, he began to look around for some cover he could safely hide behind.

Until he could find some, though, he needed to keep going.

Suddenly able to sense his lower esophageal sphincter opening up as Fiesta was squeezed through, Astroblast finally spotted a cluster of boulders lying in the distance. Picking up his pace as Fiesta made a splashdown in his stomach, Astroblast could sense his fellow Supercharger’s form sloshing around within the non-acidic liquids of the organ. Eventually, however, the shrunken skeleton’s body settled down against the stomach wall, stabilizing him within the crystal man’s guts.

As he approached the assemblage of boulders he spotted, Astroblast’s speed began to slow. Not only so he could bring himself to a stop when he reached his refuge, but also because he didn’t want Fiesta to get swirled around in his stomach anymore, which was already naturally churning to begin with.

At last, Astroblast had slowed to a walking pace, as the boulders were now right in front of him. Continuing to pant strenuously as he set himself down against the largest of the bunch, Astroblast shakily placed his left hand over his middle, as an extra layer of protection for Fiesta within.

The crystal Supercharger could faintly sense a gurgle emulating from the region, as his wholly exhausted, injured body began to slip into unconsciousness.

****

The very last thing Fiesta remembered before he struck the ground was, well, being hurtled through the air en route to the ground. Needless to say, then, the moment the shrunken skeleton began to regain consciousness, he did so with hardly any clues about where he could possibly be at this point. That was precisely why, the moment a low-pitched, echoing, rather boisterous rumble graced his metaphorical ears, Fiesta’s interest was roused.

Based on the rumble alone, Fiesta could presume that wherever he was right now was an enclosed space, as the echoes didn’t sound as if they had traveled very far. As his metaphorical brain continued to wake, he was soon able to sense that there were many softer noises of similar tones and timbre resonating in his surroundings as well.

Something about those noises sounded…familiar. As if he should be able to pinpoint exactly what they were. But as Fiesta knew he wasn’t exactly awake at the current moment, he wasn’t going to force himself to try and figure out their identity quite yet.

Instead then, he merely examined this mystery chamber’s warmth which his body was now detecting, whilst his bony fingers felt their way over the wall, or obstruction, or whatever else, he was lying up against. The heat itself lay within that glorious sweet spot range that anyone would wish their bed’s blanket would bestow onto them at night. It was comforting, as though it was physically wrapped around him, ensconcing him within an ease of relaxation which could easily lull one to sleep. Yet it did not overheat his form, to where he began yearning for the release of cold air.

As for whatever he was lying up against, Fiesta’s first impressions as he glided his fingers over its surface, was that it was slick, damp, and smooth to the touch, yet malleable, and pillowy in its firmness. Fiesta was soon to realize after making these observations, that they were moving as well. Moving in the same way that one’s chest would move up and down as they breathed. Noticeable, yet subtle, rhythmic, and constant. But that wasn’t the only thing that was moving.

Swishing faintly beneath his bony waist seemed to be some form of liquid pool. Judging from the fact he wasn’t feeling any pain, Fiesta presumed it to be similar to water in nature. Taking in a breath through his skeletal nose, he could sense no sour or bitter smells within his current surroundings, which only further supported that presumption. Exhaling from the same region, Fiesta was now feeling considerably more aware of both himself and his present confines. Thus, there remained nothing else left to do but open his eyes, and figure out once and for all where he was.

The moment Fiesta’s eyes flickered open, he was immediately graced by the color white. Once his eyes took the seconds they needed to refocus, the forms of the shifting white walls, and the clear-colored rippling pool below, became apparent. Taking a swift glance around, Fiesta could now be certain he was within an enclosed, secluded area; and that this area was, for now at least, safe. But…what was this area, exactly?

Heaving in and out a sigh as he repositioned himself with his back against the wall, and his legs straight out in front of him, Fiesta lay down for a moment, before yet another question struck his being.

Where was Astroblast right now?

The last time he had seen his fellow Supercharger, he was piloting his Sun Runner near the ground, in a confrontation with Count Moneybone. Fiesta leaned forwards just slightly, and tilted his head downwards in thought. What had Astroblast done, exactly, after that? What had gone on between the crystal man and the Count after the latter had thrown him off into the distance? Fiesta glanced up and around the cushiony, heated chamber he was currently in. Had Astroblast put him in here? Still, where was here, exactly? Where was this white, compact, warm, damp, liquid-filled, squishy-

Fiesta’s bony body froze up.

Yet another deep rumble reverberated across the churning walls, as Fiesta tilted his head upwards. Sure enough, there it was. All the confirmation he needed. He had no idea what the name for it was, but that was the lower esophageal sphincter he was currently staring at. Returning his head to its default position, Fiesta sat down in silence for a while, before eventually picking himself up and taking a couple of steps forwards whilst gazing at the liquid pool beneath him. Yet again, there it was, right below him under the waves. Though he could not identify it by name, he was gazing at the Pylorus, the sphincter leading from the stomach into the small intestine. Astroblast’s pylorus.

Slowly returning to where he was laying before, and settling himself back down, waist deep within Astroblast’s stomach juices, the shrunken skeleton merely sat there in silence, save for the natural gurgling ambiance of the organ, and let himself take it all in.

Eventually, however, his mind had finished doing such.

Even if he was in Astroblast’s stomach, that was nothing to worry about! I mean, how else was his fellow Supercharger supposed to keep his shrunken form away from Count Moneybone’s unrelenting pursuit? It made complete sense! Plus, at the end of the day, what mattered most was that he was safe.

And that was when a newfound sensation of mental clarity and calmness flooded over him. Only for it to completely dissipate just as fast as it had arrived.

He was most certainly safe right now. But could the same be said for Astroblast? Judging from the fact that he hadn’t heard the crystal man’s voice yet, and that he hadn’t felt the stomach’s spatial position change at all from any potential walking, running, or general moving around, Fiesta concluded his fellow Supercharger was most likely unconscious.

Still, that left one more very important question yet to be answered. Unconscious in safe surroundings, or unconscious in unsafe surroundings? Just as he hadn’t heard Astroblast’s voice since he woke up, he similarly hadn’t heard…well, anything else coming from outside the stomach. But this didn’t automatically mean his friend was out of danger. His years of experience as a Skylander had certainly taught him that well.

At the very least, Fiesta did know that Astroblast was alive, and that his bodily functions were most likely all stable. He also knew Astroblast wasn’t being moved by anything or anyone. Yet, until he could get verbal confirmation from that man himself that he was okay, he would have no way of knowing for sure whether or not he really was.

For now then, all he could do was wait, and stay vigilant about his observations. If anything about his current surroundings or situation changed, Fiesta would leap right on it. Leaning further back into Astroblast’s stomach walls, Fiesta gave a slight nod to himself, knowing what he needed to do.

****

The very first things Astroblast could sense as his consciousness began to return were the sharp burning and throbbing sensations emulating from his damaged cheek; swiftly followed by the dull tinging in his injured arm. Still, he had regained a significant amount of energy since he had gone unconscious, and was therefore ready to get up and start moving again.

But first, he needed to check on Fiesta. Upon his jittering eyelids opening wide enough, Astroblast glanced up, and upon seeing nothing of immediate danger, glanced down to his middle. He could sense that there was still pressure being exerted onto his stomach walls. That meant Fiesta was still in there. Judging from the fact he hadn’t heard anything besides gurgles coming from his guts since…well, since the tiny skeleton first arrived, Fiesta was also probably still unconscious. But he was still inside his stomach, and that meant he was safe.

Now that he knew his friend was okay, Astroblast tilted his head back up, and glanced around his immediate field of view for a more thorough assessment of danger. After once again spotting nothing that could be of danger to him, he cautiously turned his head to the left, and then to the right. Still no danger. Even so, he wouldn’t know for sure whether or not he was safe until he looked behind himself.

Cautiously placing both hands in front of him on the ground for support as he slowly shuffled onto his knees, Astroblast turned himself around in order to examine the region which was previously behind him. Nothing. That meant he was safe for now. Nonetheless-

“Astroblast?”

Reflexively leaping onto his feet in silence whilst yanking his laser gun from his side and aiming it in front of him, Astroblast swiftly came to his senses moments later.

“Woah there, amigo! Calm down! It’s me!”

Shifting his gaze back towards his midsection, Astroblast softly exhaled a relieved sigh.

“Fiesta!”

“Yep, that’s me!”

“Are you okay?”

“Most certainly! Are you?”

“Well,” Astroblast hesitantly responded, not wanting his friend to get worried about him. “I took a couple hits back in a scuffle with Count Moneybone while trying to keep you away from him, but other than that, I’m fine.”

“Well, you certainly succeeded in that, now, didn’t you?” Fiesta lightheartedly chuckled.

“I…guess I did!” Astroblast replied with a giggle.

“How did Moneybone even react to that?”

“Shock.”

“Eh, makes sense. Where are the Amigos?”

“Count Moneybone summoned more air support bots, and I needed them to keep the robots back using the Sun Runner while I went after you on foot.” Astroblast explained. “Which basically means we’re just waiting for them to catch up at this point.”

“I see. Guess it's time to start waiting, then!” Fiesta replied whilst placing his skeletal hands behind his head, laying one leg on top of the other, and leaning further back into Astroblast’s stomach walls.

“Ummmm….” Astroblast awkwardly spoke upon this action, “...do you want to get out of there, or…”

“Nah. It’s a lot safer in here, after all. And comfier. And warm. And…okay I think you get the picture.”

“......alright, then! I’ll just…sit down, and start waiting, too.” Astroblast responded whilst carefully lowering himself to the floor, not wanting to disturb Fiesta within.

Finally getting settled on the ground after a while, Astroblast proceeded to lay there in silence for a few seconds, before Fiesta perked up once again.

“You know, I don’t know where you got this idea from, Astroblast, but however it happened, I guess it really does make you Astroblast Danger Guts!”

To this, Astroblast could only give a stunned grin and a soft *pfft* sound as his uninjured cheek began blushing slightly. “...I-...I-I mean-” he struggled to form a response. “...well yeah! I… guess it really does! Heh…”

Giving the walls he was presently snuggled up against a slight rub in solidarity, Fiesta then decided it would probably be best to stay quiet for a while.

Thus, the two Superchargers rested silently in the midst of each other’s company, until the Sun Runner became visible over the horizon.

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Giganterra (Chapter 1)

Prologue | Chapter 2

Content Warning: Soft, safe, unwilling vore

Word Count: 2.1k

------ Chapter 1: A Typical Royal Dinner ------

Six years later…

Crown Prince Ronny, the adult heir to the throne, sat down at his usual spot at the table, on the right-hand side of his father, the king. King Richard claimed his rightful place at the head of the table, and Princess Bianca, the youngest by about two years, sat across from her brother Ronny. The king’s personal guard Ajax, his shadow, stood discreetly off to the side behind his seat, ever watchful.

Ronny, dour as always, glared at his sister, who stuck her tongue out at him in response. He scoffed superciliously and removed his gloves for dinner, folding them neatly on the table. He was rescued from having to converse with his loathsome family members by the servants, who came in balancing plates loaded with vittles. Ronny sat in a gloomy silence as Chester, the royal food taster, checked each entrée for poison. He curled his lip with mild disgust when he was given his portion: prime rib, sautéed swiss chard, and scalloped potatoes, with a human dressed in a light sauce.

Bianca had a similar reaction, poking and prodding the tiny woman on her plate with her fork. The woman winced, but stayed silent and didn’t try to run, knowing the consequences of resisting giant royalty would be far more gruesome. “Daddy, when are we going to get more humans? It’s been a while since the last tribute.”

King Richard wiped his lips daintily with a napkin as he gleefully swallowed the human on his own plate. “Hmmm… it’s been a while, hasn’t it? We are certainly overdue for some fresh meat.”

The giantess princess perked up. “If so, can you order some little men this time? Pleeeeeease? Ladies are fine and all, but they’re all we ever get, and I want a handsome boy to play with…” She pouted, scraping her fork with an obnoxious screech on her dish. Her human repast covered her ears and grimaced. Ronny rolled his eyes.

The king gave his daughter a knowing smirk and chuckled lightly. “I’ll see what I can arrange, my darling.” He picked up his knife and cut into his meat, which leaked blood onto his plate.

Ronny shook his head and dug into his own meal, flicking the human carelessly off his slab of prime rib. He didn’t understand his father’s obsession with tiny maidens, or his sister’s fascination with miniature men. Why couldn’t she be normal for once and content herself with an attractive giant instead? Humans were fine for eating, when he was in the right mood, but otherwise Ronny found them to be gross vermin, clambering around with their wiry legs like bugs. Distracted by his thoughts, he failed to notice his tiny female side dish had crawled off the edge of his plate. He put a bite of meat in his mouth, and his face puckered with detestation.

“Ugh!” he groaned, spitting the offending meat back onto his dish without concern for decorum. “Nasty!” His face turned purple with rage. “Bring me the royal chef!” he bellowed. The servants scrambled to obey. Soon enough, the obese chef rushed into the dining room, huffing and puffing with the effort.

“Yes, Your Highness? How may I best serve you?” he asked nervously, wringing his hands and picking at his blond mustache. He was sweating profusely, his skin ruddy with exertion.

“Bucky!” Ronny roared. “This food isn’t fit to serve to a dog! The meat is cold in the middle and saltier than the sea! Dumping a mountain of salt on such a bland cut doesn’t improve the flavor, you cretin! I’m a prince, and I deserve only the best, not this offensive rubbish!”

His temper flared as he got worked up into a frenzy. He stood up out of his chair and gesticulated with his hands aggressively. “You’re a sorry excuse for a cook, you worthless piece of shit! Just look at these vegetables! Wilted strings reeking of too much garlic and swimming in watery juices! And these potatoes! Unpalatable texture, lumpy and uneven, tasteless paste! Unacceptable, reprehensible slop!”

He picked up the plate and hurled it against the wall with all his might, shattering the porcelain and staining the wall and expensive carpeting with juices. The servants hurried forward to clean up the mess in a hush. Nobody was especially surprised by his tantrum: The servants were accustomed to unhinged outbursts from the royal family. Ronny ignored them and continued to verbally berate the chef, who pointedly stared at his feet. Ronny shoved his finger into his fat chest as he ranted in his face, spitting and swearing. After several minutes of screaming at the top of his lungs and frothing at the mouth, Ronny finally cooled down, dismissing the silent chef with a contemptuous wave of his hand. His face changed from pink back to its usual pasty shade. He crossed his arms petulantly and slumped in his chair.

“Good job, Ronny,” King Richard praised, grinning wide. “Sometimes you need to put the commoners in their place and make them fear you.” He chomped down on a bite of meat, clearly enjoying his meal despite his son’s scathing condemnation of its quality. Ronny shrugged, still scowling. The servants, so inferior to the royals as to be invisible to them, cleaned up his mess in the background.

Bianca was unperturbed by Ronny venting his spleen, continuing to toy with the human on her plate as she ate the food around her. Eventually, she got bored and lifted the poor woman up by her leg, studying her wriggling with a cold inquisitiveness. She lowered the tiny woman headfirst into her mouth, licking her face and closing her plump lips around her torso before slurping her flailing legs inside with the rest of her body. She sucked on the delicious morsel for a while, shuffling her from one cheek to the other, before sending her off on a trip to her stomach with a hearty gulp.

She watched as the servants flitted anxiously back to the table, bringing with them a sumptuous feast of roasted partridge and yams for the picky prince. He sulked as the royal food taster sampled each portion and cleared the food for consumption. The servants backed away, sweating nervously as Ronny tasted the partridge. The bratty prince raised an eyebrow and grunted, but didn’t complain. The tension dissipated among the servants and they disappeared into the background again, relieved not to be on the receiving end of another explosive fit.

“Hey, Ronny, what happened to the human in your food?” Bianca queried.

Ronny shrugged as he continued to shovel food into his mouth. “Fuck if I know. She probably ended up as a red stain on the wall.”

King Richard frowned. “What a waste.” He gave Ronny a stern look. The aura in the room subtly changed, as if the air itself chilled. “Don’t squash your humans so carelessly, Ronny. They are valuable, and we can only extract so many without them revolting against us.”

Ronny stiffened. “Of course, Father,” he mumbled, casting his eyes downward. “I won’t do it again.” The king assumed a milder expression, accepting his words, and the mood lightened again. Ronny repressed a shudder.

“I never understood why you don’t just conquer the human kingdom, enslave the populace, and farm them,” Bianca remarked, tilting her head. “Wouldn’t that make more sense? Then you can have as many as you want.”

The king sighed and shook his head. “Unfortunately, it’s not that simple. Haven’t you noticed the humans that are here for a long time tend to lose their unique flavor and vitality? That’s because, if they’re not fed and cared for well, and they grow sad, they become frailer, weaker, and less appealing to the palate. That’s why over time we need fresh tributes, and why I usually dispose of them, when they are no longer of any use to us for our personal pleasure.”

He licked his lips as he finished the last bite of his dinner. “I prefer my humans to be free-range, so to speak, and of high quality. That standard of health isn’t possible if they were all forcibly imprisoned. Happy humans also multiply in greater numbers, which is even better for us. Let them have their silly little kingdom, go about their lives, and exist in blissful ‘freedom.’ As long as they give us our rightful share and don’t complain, I will be content.”

He inserted his fingers into his pocket and pulled out a small, trembling woman. “Of course, as you know, not all humans go stale! I still have my favorites, like my cute sweet little Millie, now don’t I?” He grinned roguishly and nuzzled her with his nose.

“Y-yes, of course, Your Majesty! I would never want to disappoint you!” the poor creature squeaked, out of fright rather than affection. Ronny looked away, repulsed by the display. He hated his father’s distasteful perversions and could hardly stand to watch. Bianca stared at him with jealousy, wishing she had a tiny man to kiss and pet and play with. King Richard always exclusively requested maidens as tribute, and she was fed up with his selfishness. She was used to always getting what she wanted, so the fact that she couldn’t have one irritated her to no end.

The servants cleared the dirty dishes off the table and brought slices of cheesecake for dessert. King Richard removed a small vial from his pocket full of a glowing blue potion and dripped a drop onto Millie’s head. Her face paled with dread as her body absorbed the substance, a magical anti-digestion fluid that would keep her unharmed inside his stomach. He pressed her into the soft dessert with his index finger up to her shoulders. She turned her head away from him, and Ronny spotted quiet tears glistening on her cheeks. The prince switched his attention to his own dessert and ate in silence, ignoring the display.

King Richard scooped up Millie with his fork and licked the sweet filling off her body, chuckling at her small whines of discomfort. He gently enveloped her in his mouth, humming with delight. After slopping his tongue all over her and sliding her against the inner walls of his teeth, he took another bite of cheesecake and rolled her around with it, sucking it all up with pleasure. He continued in this manner until he finished his entire slice before finally gulping down the small lady.

Ronny hastened to excuse himself from the table, grabbing up his gloves. As he lifted them, he noticed an abnormal weight inside, caused by a small, shivering lump. He flipped the glove and dumped its mystery contents out on the table, only to discover the food human that he thought he’d thrown across the room was hidden inside. She tumbled out and landed on the hard surface with a splattering of sauce.

Ronny glared at her, then at his fancy gloves, soiled inside with sauce. “Ugh! Look what you did, you filthy little rat! These gloves are ruined!” He flung the gloves away, his dark eyes flashing as his white-hot wrath returned with a vengeance. The woman’s eyes widened and she cowered before the giant man looming above her like a mountain. She had already narrowly escaped death when he smashed his dinner plate against the wall; she knew what he was capable of with his volatile temper.

The giant prince slammed his fist on the table next to her, startling her to her feet. Even standing up, she was shorter than his stacked fingers; he could easily crush her in his grasp like an insect. Her legs turned into useless rubber beneath her as she comprehended the futility of resisting and collapsed to the table. Ronny unclenched his fist and grabbed her up, raising her close to his face.

“Vile, foul worm,” he grumbled as she whimpered helplessly in his hand. “I’ll make you pay for that.” He knew humans hated to be eaten, so he shoved her into his mouth and swallowed her hard, sending her straight to the fleshy prison in his midsection. King Richard grinned with approval as he observed his son. Ronny stormed off in a huff, stomping on his gloves and kicking them to the side on his way out.

He clomped down one of the many stony corridors of the castle, fuming with irritation. He could feel the human fighting inside his gut as she was jostled about by his rapid steps. That idiotic human deserved her punishment. Those gloves were custom-made, based on the measurements of his hands, and now he’d have to order a new pair from the royal tailor. Such an inconvenience!

Chapter 2

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