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ancientbygone · 1 month

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simulacra 3 [take me back to eden]

Sleep's mimic forms of the vessels during the time period of TMBTE, because i can't be normal and start a series from the beginning and not the end.

more info + design breakdowns under the cut:

[obligatory "when talking about the vessels, i'm talking about characters" disclaimer]

background info on the whole idea:

Sleep as a being is shapeless in my mind; more of a concept than a creature. it can manifest as sort of an absence of light in any shape to others, usually to appeal to feeling/emotion. the only "rule" for that is that whatever Sleep tries to appear as cannot look more or less innocent/powerful than Sleep actually is, which usually manifests in two things: the size being different from the thing/person it's imitating, scaled according to power, and/or added features, usually in some way threatening or regal.

one of Sleep's more consistent forms it takes throughout interacting with Vessel is mimicking him, partially to create an illusion of the two being more similar than they actually are and partially because Sleep used to exist as Vessel's shadow when they'd just met. the visual itself has changed through time (you can see what it was like during Sundowning in my Higher artwork), and during TMBTE that visual is pretty much the titular song's character with the most minor tweaks (which is why i didn't draw it separately).

all that made me think about the idea of Sleep mimicking the other vessels just to fuck with Vessel further (to be clear, i am a strong believer that Sleep only interacts with Vessel in any way). so now here are the designs of those mimics during the events of TMBTE, utilizing the album's song characters much like the Vessel mimic. because again, i have to start a series from the end, i guess.

"ii"/ii mimic (song character used: AYROK)

the main idea driving the design of "ii" is the real ii's goal to keep Vessel more or less safe by being by his side in worshipping Sleep, which is the reason he'd decided to become the second vessel in the first place. the choice of AYROK as the character to use in this design is obvious. one of the ideas that stem from that is ii's duty/desire to keep his face hidden for Vessel's sake; only his hands are visible & detailed because that's the only part of him Vessel remembers before either of them became vessels of Sleep and the only part ii has really shown after that. another is ii's timidity in telling Vessel to go against Sleep's will because he fears that no matter how bad it may be, it'll be much worse if Vessel doesn't follow it. that part comes through in the pose - shyly holding his hands together as if they're tied.

"iii"/iii mimic (song character used: Aqua Regia)

the song character inspo being Aqua Regia is mostly because of the calmer nature of the song and the dynamic duo it makes with Vore, less so the themes of the lyrics. also its visual design. iii mimic's design themes are iii's adoration/borderline obsession with Vessel (wearing Vessel's jewelry and having elements of his robe in his shirt + his own face/mask slowly melting off) and his enagement with worship as an act/aesthetic rather than something more serious (the overabundance of jewelry and accessories; the extra arms; the body language; the cuffs around his arms and legs being decorative and not actually restricting). also the rings on his fingers make a checkered pattern.

"iv"/iv mimic (song character used: Vore)

the use of Vore for "iv" is obvious too. song wouldn't be the same without his real life self. the design really just aims to combine iv with the Vore character, but there are two big things here. the simplest one is anger issues, which is why he's So Goddamn Spiky and why his jacket looks like scarred skin rather than painted & customized. the anger mostly shows up in the body language: most of the time "iv" just stares unblinkingly with pure palpable ire in the two glowing dots for eyes, and when he does move it's very stiff and snappy and barely controlled. the other thing is that, simply speaking, the real iv got into this whole mess without knowing the full extent of it and now he's in too deep and kinda losing himself. in the design it's expressed through the human features gradually turning into bug-like, such as the hoodie fading into a segmented millipede-like body and the fucked up mantis hands, and the gold of the original iv's mask melting over the face with the horns being part of it. the spikes protrude from him in a way that makes it difficult to distinguish between jacket decorations and actual parts of his body, but the spines are definitely from his body & allow me to live the dream of iv with a mohawk LMAO

anyway have fun with these go nuts i'll make similar sheets & posts for Sundowning and TPWBYT eventually

#sleep token #sleep token art #sleep token ii #sleep token iii #sleep token iv #sleep token sleep #<- i cannot emphasize enough that ALL OF THESE ARE SLEEP IN DIFFERENT FORMS!!!!!!#IT'S ALL THE SAME BASTARD EXPLOITING VESSEL'S EMOTIONS IN DIFFERENT WAYS #take me back to eden #sleep token tmbte #bygone art #bygone talks #bygone writes #<- that's serious lore screw you /lhj #i was tired when i started writing it and i'm sleep deprived finishing it up #once again have fun if you draw any of these i would be more than thrilled please tag me in that

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lovelymlem · 2 months

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How did Stanley and The Narrator introduce the whole vore thing to eachother? As in who came up with it first that is. I would bet whoever was being told the idea was very surprised like: “I’m sorry what?! Why?! That doesn’t seem safe at all!!??” 😂

(Also I’ve decided to put a little emoji to mark my asks from now on :p )

-🎉

Well, it was mostly narrators idea-

STORY TIME :D

The narrator was watching stanley in the void, watching as he went to the right door. "This was not the correct way to the meeting room, and Stanley knew it perfectly well." The narrator said in exasperation, his thumb and index finger resting on the bridge of his nose in annoyance. Stanley ignored his words and strolled past the employee lounge before the narrator could even talk. "Ah, yes. Truly a room wo- HEY!" The narrator snapped at stanley. He sneered in irritation, watching Stanley walk past the lounge. He cleared his throat and sighed. "But eager to get back to business, Stanley took the first open door to his left.". Stanley looked up at the narrator, purple circles under his eyes as he frowned at him.

Stanley looked at the door and walked past it. He went over and sat in a small corner, curling up. "Stanley? Is something the matter?" the narrator asked, his voice becoming calmer. Stanley simply just sits there, not bothering to even look up or sign a response. "Hm. Well, it's clear something is bothering you.." Narrator mumbled. "Alright. That's it. I'm pausing the story. At least until you're in a much better mental state."

Stanley slowly looked up at the ceiling, a little bit of happiness twinkling in his eyes. "Ohh, don't give me that look. I'm only doing this for me, as a way to um.. well.. that's not important.." the narrator scoffed. The narrator walked around the void, looking for a room to put Stanley in. "The broom closet isn't very comfy, and those couches have broken springs." He muttered as he looked. Stanley felt his eyes droop as he listened to the narrators voice.

The narrator looked for a few more minutes before letting out a defeated sigh. He heard his stomach rumble. Great. Just what he needed. He groans before an idea pops into his head. "No! It'd be too risky." Narrator said, shaking his head in disbelief at the thought. "Though.. it wouldn't hurt to try." He said, raising an eyebrow. He pressed his hand to his middle and glanced at Stanley, hesitation making him frozen for a long minute.

Stanley, at this point, was already halfway asleep until suddenly a large "THUD" awoke him. He looked around in a panic and saw a large hand reaching for him. Adrenaline set in and he rose to his feet, sprinting towards the hallway door to make a way to the cargo lift, but it was locked. Fear inside Stanleys body set in, his heart racing fast, as he saw the shadow closing in around him. He whimpered, yanking the doorknob until he felt the hands fingers wrap around his upper half and legs, as he's lifted up. He closed his eyes as he felt his body being elevated. When he opened them again, he saw he was infront of the narrator. "Now now, no need for the shakes, Stanley, your quite alright." The narrator said. "I couldn't find a proper room to put you in.." he said, sounding somewhat apologetic. "You'll just have to trust me."

Stanley furrowed his eyebrows, confused on Narrators statement, until he saw the Narrators maw open. The adrenaline was back, and he struggled, trying to get away, as his body was carried closer to the giants mouth. The narrator gently placed stanley inside, feeling the little mans weight setting on his tongue. Saliva was coating poor Stanleys hands and clothes as he looked around, confused. He whined as the tongue turned and tossed, moving his body as if he was a piece of candy, as Stanley tried to pushing it back and even lifting it.

The narrator desperately tried to get stanley back on his tongue so he could swallow him, but he was having problems each time Stanley fought his tongue. He sighed and tilted his head back, feeling Stanley finally slid backwards. He tasted something else besides Stanley.. tears. Guilt wrenched into the giants heart. He frowned as he tasted them, he really didn't mean stanley any harm. "Stanley.. You're gonna be fine. I promise." The narrator said, trying to calm him down. "I won't hurt you."

Stanley looked around, still frightened, tears pouring down his eyes. "Just trust me." The narrator said. "Whenever you're ready, I'll swallow."

Stanley looked down, seeing the muscles of Narrators tight throat. He contemplated it, though still frightened by the idea, maybe the narrator won't hurt him? Stanley laid down on the tongue, signaling Narrator that he was ready. "Good." Narrator smiled a bit, before gulping Stanley down.

Stanley closed his eyes as he was moved downwards, the muscles of Narrators throat squeezing him as he traveled down. Not even a moment later, he entered his stomach. It was a golden yellow colour, and there was a puddle of saliva at the bottom. He heard the Narrator let out a content sigh as he sat up. He felt the walls, the texture squishy and wet. It was pretty warm inside, and he could hear Narrators heartbeat. "Are you alright in there, Stanley?" The narrator asked, putting a hand on his middle again. He felt Stanley move a bit, giving him a sign that he was alright. "Alright. Now, you get some rest, and once you've awoken, we'll continue the story." The Narrator said, sitting down onto the void floor. Stanley nodded, the same droopy eyelids returning as he relaxed, the heartbeat of the narrator lulling him to sleep.

And that's how Stanley and Narrator got into the vore thing :D

#lovelymlem #v0re blog #safe v0re #soft v0re #v0r3 #safe vore #tsp stanley #tsp narrator #willing v0r3 #unwilling to willing #willing prey #willing vore #the stanley palatable #the stanley parable narrator #extreme cuddling

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lstories · 8 months

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mmm, maybe you can write a story were the reader gets ate cus they aren't sleeping?

Warming Scales

Sorry it took a while to write. I'm not sure what happend, I lost the will to write and I tried things to get it back, and then after a while I just started writing again. I hope I can get more storys out as well. And thanks so much for the ask, sorry if it's not the best.

(Safe, Soft, vore, protective, unwilling, fearplay)

Wordcount: 3'957

You type away on your keyboard, each awnser being remembered and forgotten in the same second. A sigh drowns out as you can barely keep yourself from crying due to the repetitive and probably useless work. A particularly loud clack of the enter button has your boyfriend shifting in bed. You look at the work you have left to do, and then down to the time. You had been sitting at this desk working on the same folder of problems for the past 7 hours. It was 3AM and you were a little over half way done.

Charress woke up to a strange sound. He looked over to the clock as it read 3:19. He struggled to look over to the source of light that made him need to squint, seeing the chair siluet in front of the monitor, he realized it was the sound of sobbing he heard. He mostly got off the bed, most of his tail still spun into a nest. The soft sound of scales moving across the ground echoed off the walls. He turned the chair around, with your arms beginning to fallow. Your head fell from your hands, quickly being caught by his hand. His cool scales felt nice on your burning face. You gripped onto his hand and forearm as he took your legs with your other arm.

"Shhhhhh... come on. Let's go to bed."

Charress began to lay back down on his tail, using a coil to support your back as he steadied himself with his hand. He pushed your legs under the covers and pulled you a bit closer. You pushed back, pulling up his shirt and quickly snuggling into his chest. The cool scale like skin slightly cooling down wherever you touched. Charress slightly laughed to himself for a moment as you pushed yourself into him.

"Heh. Even threw closed eyes you can find your way back to your favorite spot on the bed."

As he pulled his shirt back over you, he could feel you slightly chuckle before going back to quiet sobbing. He started rubbing your shoulders, helping you sink into him and helping get the tears out.

"Yn, I thought we agreed that you wouldn't stay up this late anymore."

"N-no, you suggeste-ed it and i-I ignored it." You could feel your tears flowing onto his chest, you thought it was a wonder that he didn't hate you. "I-I need to finish t-this last assign-nment."

......

....

"Do you like watching me be hurt?"

"W-what?!" You couldn't believe it. What kind a question was that. Of course you didn't. You moved your head to the collar of his shirt getting ready to say something else.

He stopped rubbing your shoulders, moving a hand down to hold yours and another to hold your face, wiping a tear away from your eye. "Waching you kill yourself over every single course every night, it... it hurts to watch you ignore every bit of help you need. So I'm done asking. I need you to stay in this bed for the rest of the night, and no more thinking about college."

You could see the look on his face, it was one of the few times you've seen him this serious. You moved your hand up to his, pressing it a bit firmer into your cheek. You did your best to stop any sounds of crying and looked back into his pinkish eyes. "I know your just looking out for me and I can't stop loving you for it, but I have to finish this. I'll be done soon." As you finished, you pulled his hand away from your cheek and crawled out of his shirt. As you started stepping over a coil, you looked back, seeing sadness in his serious eyes, but needing to ignore it. You step over another coil, but feel a slight tug on your arm. You look back and see your hands still connected. You try to pull away, but he won't let go of you, gently rubbing your hand with his thumb.

"Charress, you can't force me to stay in bed with you. I still have work I need to do." You began tugging on his arm more harshly, trying to get his fingers to lose their grip.

"No, I dont want to force you to stay in bed YN, I'd rather that be your decision."

"OK! I made up my mind, now let go!" You had grabbed your arm with the other, pulling with everything you had to make him let go of you.

"(Inhale)(Exhale) No." He pulled you closer, a coil tripped you as you fell on top of him. He put an arm around your back to hold you close to him, letting go of your hand and hugging you into him. A coil fell on top of your thrashing legs as you tried everything to despretly get away without screaming in the clostrophobic fear you felt. He had never done anything like this before, and you started to fear what he'd do next.

"You can't keep me here! This isn't right! Let me go! I'll struggle out eventually!"

"Your probably right." You slowed your thrashing when you heard this. Your breathing was alread heavy and you could feel his was too. "I probably won't be able to keep you close to me, so I just need to keep you in me." Your eyes went wide as you heard that.

"Yo,-you can't mean that... right? Charres?" You could start to feel your heart beat out of your body as adrenaline started flowing. You could feel the end of his tail begin to coil around your ankles. "NO! Charress, please, I'm sorry, ok! I promise I'll stay in bed!" You had heard rumors that nagas were controlling, demanding, but extremely loyal and protective.

"Last time you promised that, you got up an hour after I went to sleep and started working again." You had also heard rumors that nagas in inter species relationships would sometimes eat their partner.

You could feel his coils wraping you two together. His stomach to yours, your chest to his. "Ok, I'm sorry, I promise I'll stay here just stop. Please! Charress!" You could still feel his hands massaging into your back like he was trying to calm you down after threatening to eat you. Maybe that's just it, he threatened to eat you because he cares about you, he loves you to much to eat you.

"I believe you," your eyes lit up as he said that, your head fell to his neck as you started crying again, and a tear fell down his shoulder. "But I love you to much to take the chance of you killing yourself anymore... So I promise you'll be safe. I'll let you out after you get some rest."

Dread. As you started to look up, you saw his mouth coming right at you. With a sickening squelch and pop your face entered his. You could barely focus on the thin tounge licking your face up and down. His throat looked bottomless right in front of you. The noises sounded, strangely comforting to some back part of your mind. The continues licking and stickiness of saliva fill you with fear, but also started to make you tired. You could barely focus on anything, let alone him licking your tears away. His fangs were stuck into the top of his mouth like they're ready to stab you at any moment. You mind started racing and just as soon, you heard a sound of death.

You heard a gulp as your face was pulled into his throat. The paralyzing fear flooded out of you as you started thrashing and moving as much as you could, harder than you ever had to before. You bent yourself in weird ways just to stop this. You knew the dangers and still went on that date, is this the price you get for wanting to feel love? You could feel another gulp, as you were pulled down further into the warm throat. You could feel tears and saliva mixing on your skin as you were dragged and pushed further into them. "O-Ok! OK! I'm s-Sorry! P-pl-pl-PLEASE! I'll Do what you want! I-I'll quit college if you want me to, J-Just LET ME OUT! P-please... I can't take anymore of this!"

....

Everything had stopped. You could start to feel his teeth dig into your skin threw his lips. You could feel a small bead of water drip onto your back. You thought that was it, he'd let you go now.... doom sounded again.

You tried to make a sound, but only a squeak came out as you were pulled further into his throat. The gulps came harder and faster, your head being forced into his chest and the once comforting heartbeat now sounding your end. You couldn't make a sound, your chest pressed into his ribs, barely allowing you to breath. Another and another gulp boomed around you as his throat quickly pushed into every part of you. You could feel your head touching something hard, like a ring stopping you from going any further. He swallowed again, forcing your neck to crunch into itself. It finally gave way and your head slid into his stomach. You could feel each muscle squish into you, examining you, tasting you. You could finally take a deep breath of the wet air, barely feeling your chest move his body. Your hands finally entered the mouth and you started to feel around. His gums, the hard teeth, his toung cutely wrapping around your fingers... No, it wasn't cute anymore. Then on the roof of his mouth you could feel his fangs. You tried to pry one out, but as he swallowed again, you could feel your finger get pricked just before your hand followed you down. You started to give up, you were basically in his stomach, you had no more energy and you now had venom in your system. He kept swallowing, forcing more of you into him.

You could feel him start to move. A spark of hope appeared, before getting crushed yet again. You were moved down as he began moving you around. Your feet hit the bed and he moved down, getting your lower half in one gulp. You tired to keep your legs straight, but the sudden motion kept them moving and your struggling body to curl up even more. Your feet plopped in uncerimonusly, adding to the scrunched up pile. Tears continued to run down your face and your mouth was wide open, taking in as much oxygen as you could.... All you could think, was that this is how I died.

.....

A cold wind hit the back of your neck as the stomach you were in started to expand. You heard more gulping. "Fresh" air finally entered your lungs. He was keeping you alive, or, just prolonging your punishment for disobeying him. Tears would have come harder if you had any left to shed.

You shook as he started talking, you could feel his lungs close to you pushing and contracting threw the slimy wall. "I'm sorry if I scared you, but its easier to explain-" you didn't let him finish, violently pushing out in every direction and punching where you could feel his lungs.

"No shit you scared me! LET ME OUT! I can't- I" you started gasping for air, your legs and arms almost immediately giving out after just a few seconds. You leaned back, trying your best to steady yourself as his arms and hands pushed into you. You slipped slightly and the side of your face collided with the back of his stomach, his breath was strained slightly and you could hear his heartbeat faster than usual. You gave a slight push outwards with your foot, you could tell you weren't getting out of here. Might as well make the best out of this situation. You started settling your breathing and listened to his body like you did most nights, just... louder. "You said you hated seeing me kill myself, did you just want to take the glory instead?

"What, of course not." His voice came in an echoey feeling. It was hard to pinpoint but just louder than the bubbly noises and pops of his stomach. "I just want you to sleep and feel better. I wouldn't do anything to hurt you."

"Well the sting of betrayal hurts a lot more than working."

"...oh, I should have figured. I just thought it would be easier to explain if you were already inside."

"Oh, explain that I'm safe. I know that's exactly what monsters do to convince people their ok and to not fight back. I've watched the news I know how it works." Your breathing were both going back to normal.

......."I'm sorry. It was rash, but it was hard to think of anything else. But I would never 'eat' eat you. I'll let you out after you've had enough sleep."

..."I still don't really believe you, but you might as well digest me. I have your venom running threw my systems" you pushed your leg back out where you felt his hand. Bringing it back after the strain of a few seconds.

"What? You already know what it does, I would have pulled you out the second I thought that too much had entered your system."

"What?" You stifled a yawn as you could feel his venom running up the veins in your arm. "No... no it...?"

"...It makes you-"

"Tired." As you cut him off, you started to remember the two pronged scar on your neck.

"You wanted me to use it on you once. You had human insomnia, and asked for anything to help you sleep. You'll be fine, when you wake up you'll just be a bit bleary and out of it."

You could feel the odd toxin in your neck, directly entering your bone. "Charress!" Your eyes drifted closed without the energy to keep them open, and you could feel his hand matching yours from the outside. You could feel the venom enter the back of your neck, crawling its way into the back of your skull. With the last pang of fear your body could force out. "I... I don't want to die."

His other hand layed across the back of your head. "You're safer than you ever have been."

You felt like you had shattered. You couldn't tell if you were cold or warm, looking at yourself threw someones eyes or looking threw your own. You couldn't describe anything, even where you were, it was.... it wasn't even nothing. It was the lack of anything. Not black not white, just nothing. You turned, looking around you could still somehow recognize you were in a room, but nothing was there that could indicate that. You could tell your body was still there. You had no indication or anything to go off of, but you could still feel... something. You moved your eyes slightly to read something. You were reading, and you felt, more real somehow. You were dragged out of whatever trance it was as you felt something slightly cool hit the top of your head as the nothingness began to grow black.

You could feel something very cold touching your arm. Without thinking you grabbed it, feeling the plastic crunch of a water bottle. You quickly opened it and began downing it as fast as you could. The coolness spreading threwout your body made you realize just how warm you were. You didn't realize the ringing until you started to hear the faint gulps above you and pops and gurgles around you. Another small object hit the top of your head, followed by another, softer one. A voice buzzed above you, just above the ringing in your ears.

"Well weren't you thirsty... have a good rest?"

You still couldn't get a train of thought going properly, reaching around to find the small object. Something clicked under you and your eyelids burned keeping out a majority of the light. You did your best to crack your eyes open, seeing the red pulsing walls all around you. There was maybe an inch and a half of space between you and the wall. You looked down, seeing your knees slightly bent as a you could see the slithering muscles bulge right under your knees for a few seconds. You let your head fall as your breathing started to come in painfully. You reached out, pushing a hand into the red surface and watching it stretch as far as you could push it. You did your best to sit up, giving you a bit more room to move. The light began to gleam in weird ways as two objects were caught behind your back. You reached out, grabbing both with either hand. There was a flashlight and a plastic bag filled with a few sandwiches and paper towels. "YN... are you ok?" You did your best to look up to the echoing voice, unsure how to respond. You looked down at yourself, feeling fine. You slightly pulled up your shirt, seeing no bruises, burns, or blood of any kind.

"Uhmm... ya. I'm all right. Could-... could I get some more water?"

He did his best to chuckle at the request. "Of course. Anything."

You tried to smile back, unsure of how to feel at your current predicament. You slightly scrunched your knees to your chest, giving you a bit more room to move around. You opend the plastic bag, grabbing the paper towels and wiping your hands and your face off. Your eyes were starting to get used to the light as you grabbed the sandwich, taking a bite and tasting peanut butter and jelly. It was weird, knowing you were eating something while being in a stomach. You heard more gulps as another water bottle gently fell onto your shoulder, quickly falling down to your side. You finished off the rest of the sandwich as you put the trash back into the bag, still unsure of how to feel about this.

"Did you sleep well?" You could feel Charress pressing into the sides of your shoulders.

You cracked open the water bottle and took a sip. "Umm, I think. I had the weirdest dream though."

"Well, I hope it wasn't too unpleasant in there, cause you slept for 14 hours."

You slightly choked on your water as you heard him say that. "What? What time is it."

"Basically 6pm. I checked, and you didn't have anywhere to be today, so I let you sleep for a while. But... do you want to come out?"

You pressed your palm into the soft wall. It felt really nice, and hearing the little hums of pleasure he made around you felt good too, but the small pit in your stomach was turning uncomfortably and you felt you needed to leave. "Umm, could you start a bath for both of us?"

"Mmmm, oh, uh, ya. We probably shouldn't leave that gunk on you for too long."

You started to feel movement around you. Looking forward, you could see the dark void in front of you turning and bending as the soft sound of scales on hardwood vibrated beneath you. Laying back out, you felt the turns moving your body in tandem. You'd laid down on his scales as he moved before, but being inside was a much... weirder experience to be sure. Some part of you rather liked it, feeling each muscle feeling at you, massaging you, knowing it's you. But you opend your eyes, seeing the the red pulsing stomach around you, lines you couldn't identify, and weard dents that formed and smoothed out rithmicly. It my your own stomach tossed looking at it, quickly moving to turn off the light. But a part of you looked into the void in front of you and wanted to fill it. You turned off the light and placed a hand on the wall, feeling him humm above you as you started rubbing the muscles surrounding you.

With every sound slightly echoing around you, you could hear the slight difference as he entered another room. The movement came to a stop as the small ammount of liquid moved you forward slightly. You could hear Charress fumbling with something outside, then hearing the wood rolling draw of a drawer. You could almost imagine him taking you around the house on his scales, like this was normal. You drew your hands back resting them on your chest, the slight disappointed whine you heard almost every night slightly shook above you. It didn't take him long before you heard the creak of the bathroom door, and his scales sliding smoothly over the tile floor. You could hear the rushing water start behind you for a while and his tail splash in. You started feeling warmer for a bit before you were pulled upwards, feeling his stomach cradling you like a hammock as you reached out on either side grabbing a handful of muscle, and you could feel him murr above you.

You made yourself let go, pulling you hands up to your face as your breathing came in harder and faster. The tight muscles squeezed you upwards as a pop sounded around your ears. Two hands caught your back as you were slowly allowed to move downwards by them. You moved your hands away seeing Charress helping the rest of your knees and legs out of his mouth as he set you down into the warm water. You could only think about how demeaning it felt to be vomit as your back and head were lowered down. Finally your feet splashed into the water, and with all of you out, you felt so... exposed. The air was cold, everything was too bright, and the water didn't feel smooth enough. You were glad to be out, but something made you feel unsafe. "Y/N, are you ok?"

You propped yourself up, feeling the pattern indentation of his scales under your hand, your eyes drifting down. You were in there. Your mind was spinning, feeling.... diffrent, every second. "Ya. I'm- I think I'm ok. Thanks." You turned around in the water, leaning back into him as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer. His hands went up your back and started pushing on your shoulders, massaging out all the knots from your sleep. His tail moved slowly under the water, creating a small nest around you as you sat..... "So... what did it feel like for you? Was- did it feel... good?" You cringed at your own words. You knew the type of awnser you wanted to hear, and you couldn't understand why you wanted to hear it.

"I felt protective, but it only felt good after you woke up and realized you were ok. I'm- I am sorry again... for scaring you."

"It's ok, but make sure you ask if you're going to do something like that again." Your own thoughts burned your head. You couldn't believe what you were thinking. "If...... if it made you feel good-" this was insane. You shouldn't be asking this type of question at all. "Would you maybe want to try it again?"

#safe vore #soft vore #protective vore #comfort vore #unwilling prey #semi willing pred #v0re

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plushefemme · 7 months

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✦ tags i use as a heads up/in case you wanna blacklist: burping, intox tw, drugs tw, alcohol tw, cnc tw, breeding, force feeding, pet play, manipulation tw

✦ this blog will NOT contain: harsh teasing/humiliation, misgendering kink, forced feminization, fatphobia kink, immobility, medfet, farting, scat, vore, emeto. no hate, just not my thing!

✦ i use the tags personal, unsexy post, or not feedism related for me blabbering about random shit, blacklist if you'd rather have a one-track following experience

✦ i also tag fatphobia tw & ed mention but these rarely come up

✦ i follow from my sfw main blog

✦ this blog aims to be a safe space for trans women and transfems, gnc folks, people of color, disabled people, as well as anyone recovering/recovered from an ed

✦ other things to note: 1) attraction to fat people is not a fetish. 2) if you don’t place the safety and wellbeing of fat people above all else then go away. 3) fat liberation always.

thanks for reading, take good care!~

#plushetxt #intro post #pinned intro

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smolcinnamonchipmunk · 10 months

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Unfortunate Eye Contact

(Borrower!Syn has the unfortunate luck of being found by Floyd while out from the safety of the walls. This took WAY too long to finish, but here it is!)

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TW/CW: Soft, safe, nonsexual G/t vore, fearplay, fear/panic of dying, being torn apart, digested, etc

Why was he here? HE WASN’T SUPPOSED TO BE HERE.

Syn’s brown eyes stared at the heterochromatic grey and gold ones that stared right back from the towering man at the room’s door. The owner of the room who was supposed to be off doing something else for some Azul person at this time, and he WASN’T DOING THAT.

Moments or seconds ticked by in the impromptu staring contest, part of them hoping in vain that he really wasn't looking at them, but rather something close enough so that it LOOKED like he saw them. Obviously, that wasn't the case when he was the first to move, taking a step towards the desk they stood on.

But, the second he did so, it prompted Syn's body to finally jolt into action, darting behind the mess on his desk to slip into the crack in the wall they'd come from.

"Hey, come back!" The man exclaimed and they could hear his footsteps run closer.

Quickly, they started to traverse the wall as the loud clatter of things being shoved off the desk was barely muffled by the wall. Their mind raced with potential outcomes from being seen. Would he tell others? Would they believe him?

"I'm not gonna hurt ya," they heard the man say, though something gave them the impression that they definitely shouldn't trust that. There was the sound of something scratching the crack in the wall, looking back to see him PEEL a piece of wall out. "Man, what's that noise people use to attract small things to you? Isn't it 'pspsps'? Pspsps, come on out~."

Fuck that noise, Syn thought, continuing to speedwalk along the wall. They didn’t want to full on sprint in case the human could hear them through the drywall. They froze briefly when they heard the sound of something shuffling against the wall for a moment, but it stopped and they continued.

There were no more outbursts from the human that found them after several seconds of unsuccessfully ‘pspsps’ing them back, which was odd considering he'd found a tiny being in his room, but they weren't going to complain about it. The less they stuck around and the less the human tried looking for them, the better in their opinion.

Suddenly, the suspicious silence was broken as the wall mere inches in front of them exploded in from the outside, causing them to cry out in panicked surprise and reel back while lifting their arms instinctively in front of their face to protect it. As the dust settled, they realized the human had PUNCHED through the wall in front of them. And thankfully missed.

Heart pounding in their chest while their eyes stared with fear, they turned back to run in the other direction when the drywall was punched in on that side as well, leaving them trapped in a space about a foot long between two hands that uncurled from the initial fists. With nowhere to go, their eyes widened further and they paled as the human began to close his hands on each other like there wasn't even any drywall against his wrists.

"A-Ah, stop," Syn yelped on instinct, mind racing as they could basically do nothing but panic as the hands got closer, thinking that they were about to die squashed between a human's hands.

Thankfully or not, the hands didn't slam together with enough force to kill them, cupped enough that they were mostly spared from injury. Given the humans blind fumbling and their panicked flailing, one of their legs got caught between the edges of his palms, but there wasn't enough pressure to break it.

"Gotcha!" The human's voice boomed excitedly with some laughter as they felt their organic cage move, able to hear the muffled sound of drywall chunks falling from his hands while they squirmed and shouted for release. “With all the wriggling, I’m guessin’ you’re still alive, at least.”

Alive and very, VERY terrified.

“LET ME GO YOU-YOU. BUMBLING BASTARD,” Syn exclaimed, trying once more to unsuccessfully push the walls of skin and muscle away from them with their arms and their leg that wasn’t pinned. They yelped when the palms split apart to allow them room, shifting into a cupped shape that left them sprawled in surprise, staring up at the wide over-eager eyes of the human.

“I knew that I saw a tiny human,” he said, grinning. It revealed sharp uniform teeth that glinted in the room light, the points making their blood run cold. They’d only caught glimpses of the human before, but hadn’t noticed the teeth. Did humans have sharp teeth sometimes? His grin faded for a second when they tried to scoot towards the edge of his palm, shaking his hands for a moment to make them stop.

They yelped at the action, small to him but enough to bounce them off the palms briefly and somewhat violently to them, staring up with wide eyes as the human excitedly asked, “Are there more tiny humans in the walls?!”

Syn winced at his loud voice, sensing that the excitement practically radiating off of him wasn’t exactly just innocent curiosity. Even if there were other people, they didn’t think they could bring themself to rat them out. But it was the truth when they shakily replied, “Uh, n-no. I-I’m the only one.”

At least that they knew of.

Unfortunately, the human was not happy with their answer, grin falling completely to an intense stare that made their limbs lock up coupled with the frown that still showed his teeth.

“You’re not lying, are you?”

The question seemed rhetorical as the hands shifted beneath them before they could even think to reply, finding themself shifted entirely to the palm of one hand, the fingers curling around them in a firm fist. Lifted to his eye level, they let out a pained noise as he began to tighten his grip.

“I’ll squeeze the truth out of you, if you are,” the human said, watching Syn as they struggled weakly in his hold.

They couldn’t breathe in properly, vision beginning to spot and ribs starting to ache. They tried to wriggle free, their arms weakly trying to push at the flesh of his hand around their torso to get him to let go, barely managing to wheeze out, “I-I’m not l-lying! I-I swear!”

They squirmed under the scrutinizing glare of the human, who didn’t let up the slow crushing pressure. Spots of color began to burst in their vision, feeling like their ribs were starting to creak under the force while they questioned if there was anything else they could have done to not end up crushed. They hadn’t really expected THIS to be how they ended up dying.

“I suppose you’re telling the truth.”

Syn barely heard the human, didn’t even register what was said until the pressure subsided and they were able to gasp a lungful of air painfully, causing a coughing fit. Their chest ached and their eyes watered as they coughed, barely able to see the human's mild disappointment past just trying to breathe properly after being squeezed.

“Man, I kind of was hoping you’d crack and tell me where others were,” he said, looking slightly crestfallen. “Buuuut, I guess I should be careful if there’s only one of ya. You can’t really blame me for checking if you’re lying, all the humans seem to do it.”

Oh, I can blame you for a lot of things, Syn thought bitterly as their coughing fit subsided, silently adding, Like the fucking bruising I’m probably going to have now.

They bit back the urge to spit venomous curses at him, instead mentally latching onto a certain part of his statement as they finished their coughing fit and cleared their throat. Feeling drained from practically having the life squeezed out of them, their voice cracked slightly as they asked, “Wh-What do you mean by that? Are you not human?”

The ‘human’ blinked in surprise, as though the thought that he was anything but should have been obvious. There was a flash of realization across his face and a second passed before a mischievous grin split across his face and revealed his uniformly sharp teeth once more. With renewed vigor after being deflated from the thought of no more tiny humans, he replied, “Nope!I’m a merman! And you’re either a really unlucky or stupid minnow to get caught by me.”

Syn felt their heart skip a beat nervously, unable to keep from giving him a disbelieving glance. He didn’t look very… merman-esque. Aside from his unnervingly sharp teeth, he looked every bit as human as any of the other students that walked through the halls, other than the odd ones with weird ears and tails. Merpeople were supposed to be in the water, right?

Their disbelief was evident enough for the ‘human’ - merman - to pick up on because he didn’t hesitate to add, “You can’t expect me to go around to classes on my tailfin, can you? I take potions to basically look and function like a human. Well, mostly human.”

With his last sentence, his smile widened a moment before his teeth split apart, snapping them shut within inches of them. They, of course, yelped and jolted back as much as they could in his hold, face paling. He threw his head back with sharp laughter while their breathing shook with terror at being so close to the sharp bone.

“Hahaha! You flinched so hard,” he exclaimed gleefully, a concerning twinkle in his heterochromatic eyes. “You’re gonna be fun to keep around, Minnow.”

Syn felt a sharp jolt of panic and fresh terror flood through them.

“Wha- you can’t just KEEP me,” they said, wriggling slightly as the merman’s expression turned to bored confusion.

“Huh? Why not,” he asked, raising his free hand to rub the back of his neck absentmindedly as he looked down at them.

Syn blinked, startled at how casually he’d asked, as though he was questioning why he couldn’t have the last cookie and not essentially ‘Why can’t I keep a person?’. A tiny person, but still a person. And, after a couple seconds of feeling flabbergasted, they burst out and exclaimed, “Because you shouldn’t keep sentient and conscious decision-making beings or people as if they’re just pets!”

The merman frowned as they shouted, almost immediately looking bored with their protests. He puffed his cheeks briefly with a huff, replying, “The way I see it, you’re not really in any position for ‘decision-making’ or whatever.”

They felt their heart sink heavily in their chest with dread, only far too aware of the MASSIVE power imbalance between the two, thinking wishfully of the safety of the walls. Well, before the wall was PUNCHED into.

A sharp shriek tore itself from their throat as the hand around them surged, the wrist flicking upward and fingers letting go as they were tossed lightly into the air. They expected to fall to the ground, but found themself stopped harshly by the back of their shirt, pinched between his index finger and thumb. They struggled to shake off their daze and dizzying panic, eyes focusing on the worryingly mischievous face of the merman as they dangled in front of him.

“Besides, do you know anything about merpeople,” he asked, expression on his face saying that he didn’t expect anything from them.

And Syn didn’t know. They knew nothing but the fact that they were humanoids that lived in water, cautiously shaking their head as their voice failed to respond.

“Well, while humans have all their complex rules and junk, we go by a rather simple rule in the Coral Sea,” he smirked, eyes narrowing slightly in a way that set off alarm bells in Syn’s head, yelping as they were lifted slightly higher. They felt cold in their limbs when they saw a flash of his tongue licking his teeth in anticipation. “It’s ‘Eat or be eaten’. And you’re looking rather bite-sized, little Minnow.”

Syn was left in a state of shock at the mermans statement, looking slightly down at his face while he watched his words sink in. After a couple seconds, he opened his jaws and began to lower them down TAUNTINGLY slowly, allowing way too much time to take in the details. Like, how a couple strands of saliva broke as his mouth opened or the way the points of his teeth glinted menacingly or how he extended his tongue over his bottom teeth as they got closer.

It only took them a second to take in the sight of his open mouth, but it was all that was needed to make them panic, kicking and squirming, and trying to wriggle loose from their shirt. A meeting with the floor sounded a lot more pleasant than being torn apart or being eaten alive!

“DON’T FUCKING EAT ME,” they shouted at the top of their lungs, an entire octave higher than normal in their sheer terror. Which felt like saying something since they thought their voice was on the higher side anyways.

Shrieking protests and struggles were ignored entirely save for some amused chuckling, lowered enough that they could feel the humidity of his breath against the cuffs of their pants, then felt their shoes sink in slightly to the muscle of his slightly extended tongue. Almost immediately, it surged to life beneath them, coiling around their legs in a way that they were CERTAIN wasn’t normal as they were simultaneously yanked and dropped into his jaws.

Syn bucked and squirmed against the tongue that was curled around them, twisting and turning them like a candy in his mouth. It was far too versatile and-and WRIGGLY to be a normal tongue. They were at least sure that theirs wasn't anything like this.

It could have been seconds or minutes, but either way it felt like an eternity before everything stilled enough for them to realize that the entire inside of his jaws were FLOODED, wondering if they could dryland drown before being eaten. Before that could happen, however, they found themself pressed harshly to the roof of the mermans mouth, scrambling with a panicked 'DON'T!' with the thought that they were about to be swallowed. While there was the sound of a noisy gulp behind them that paired with the entire mouth tensing around them, they were held in place so firmly by the tongue beneath of them that they could scarcely breathe right.

Syn barely had a moment between the strong swallow behind them and the jaws suddenly opening with them being fished out by the back of their shirt past the sharply pointed teeth back into open air.

They shivered as drool began to dry on their clothes and skin, making the room feel a lot colder than before after being stuck in the mermans jaws, and blinked in the comparatively bright lights. After a moment, their vision refocused on a rather pleased looking merman who licked his lips unabashedly with a large grin. Something instinctive definitely hated how pleasantly surprised and predatory he looked.

"Gotta say, Minnow," he said, practically purring with pleasure. "You might not be a huge mouthful, but you're a lot tastier than you look."

That was decidedly NOT a compliment as far as Syn was concerned, and they were less than thrilled at the comment. They were more concerned to why this was being dragged out rather unnecessarily in their opinion, unless he wanted them to die of a heart attack before eating them.

"Wh-What are you… what are you doing," they forced themself to ask past teeth gritted in terror, heart dropping at the wicked delight that lit up in his eyes, yelping when they were jostled slightly as he shook them a little.

"WE," he said slowly, emphasizing the word mischievously. "Are going to play a little game? One where you're hopefully not going to bore me, and-."

"FLOYD!"

The shout from down the hall outside the room wouldn't have meant anything to Syn in their predicament if it weren't for the fact that the merman holding them jolted, face immediately turning to dour irritation. The delighted and mischievous spark left his eyes as he groaned, sighing.

"Damn it," the merman - Floyd, apparently - grumbled, straightening as he looked to the door. He narrowed his eyes as though contemplating whether he wanted to risk the wrath of the voice, eventually calling back, "GIMME A MINUTE!"

With a huff, he turned back to Syn, saying, "I guess I'll have to wait until later to mess around with you more."

Syn's heart soared a bit in hope. They would still be captured, but they'd be ALIVE and maybe they could figure out a way to get back to the wall to never see him again, and why we're they being lifted in front of his face again?

They blinked in surprise as their fantasizing of escape was brought back to reality when the teeth split in front of them again, making them yelp in renewed panic and exclaiming, "WH-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! I THOUGHT WE WERE DONE!"

"Yeesh, you like yapping," Floyd rolled his eyes at their panic, seemingly over it after being called. An almost bored expression was on his face, opposite of before, as he added, "You'll be fine."

Without any further clarification, he opened his mouth again and wasted no time popping them inside, though they were protesting very loudly that THEY WEREN'T GOING TO BE FINE. Teeth clicked shut behind them and he hummed a little as he lapped at them a couple times. Everything shifted in a way that made them think that he started walking before everything tilted back and they struggled to not slide over the back of his tongue.

SOMETHING from his throat latched onto their ankles, causing them to shriek, right before they found themself crushed by an audible gulp. And then another, and another until they were constricted and trapped squirming within his throat.

Syn struggled as much as they could, but they were already exhausted and the walls were too strong and tight around them to allow much room. They felt everything become even more constricting after a couple seconds, the overwhelming sound of his heartbeat and lungs telling them that they were in his chest.

They weren't even in his stomach when they heard the voice from before.

"Floyd, I'm getting a little tired of you running off and getting distracted right before Mostro Lounge opens," the voice chastised, earning an irritated groan from Syn’s captor that vibrated all around them.

"It was only a few minutes, Azul," Floyd replied, voice shaking everything a bit.

Syn slipped into a more open space, immediately trying to get up and avoid touching anything, only ending up falling against one of the walls in their haste. They heard a hitch in breath, but that was the only acknowledgement that they were even there. With fear fueling them, they exclaimed, "LET ME OUT!"

Their voice was unheard through the layers of muscle and a continuation of the conversation above.

"I was only grabbing a couple things," Floyd was continuing, the organ moving in a sway that suggested he was probably following Azul. "Besides, it takes an hour to get reaaaal busy."

"Regardless, I still expect better of you."

Syn was left alone in their terror, ignored by their captor and unknown to this Azul person. Was it supposed to hurt yet? Why wasn't anything really happening? Were they somehow okay? Is that what he had meant by saying he was going to mess with them later?

They were left stewing in their anxieties and fear, the conversation above pointedly interrupted by Azul asking, "Is that DRYWALL dust on your hands?"

#g/t #safe vore #soft vore #g/t vore #syn #twisted wonderland #floyd leech #twst floyd #cinnwrites

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vorish-wonderland · 11 months

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Now hear me out:

Mer person reader (can be a smaller fish species or something like a crab) who happens to stumble out of their little safe haven, which had a very small entrance only they could fit in, and come across the twins (or just Floyd)

Reader is kept as a pet in a fish tank/bowl and is stuck with the Leech twins, forced to be a temporary snack. D:

Hehe, bye~ *rolls out until they come back with new idea*

- 🌽 anon

lmao what if I can't decide which idea is better and just combine both ahaha

Includes: soft/safe vore, unwilling prey

★✦Yummy Crab...✦★

☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

You're a crab merperson... a rather rare sight, but hey, you're fine being lonely. Kinda peaceful, actually. You live in a cave with a tiny entrance that only you can really fit through. You like it! It's snug and cozy, and you're completely safe and protected in there!

...

Or at least... you were.

One day, when you decided to leave your little cave to go get some food, you got grabbed by someone...

"Oh my... now what do we have here?" It was a moray, so... you basically assumed you were going to die right then and there.

"Ooooo~! A tasty little crab!!" There were two of them. Identical. "C'mon, c'mon, let's eat it! It looks so good~!"

"Hang on, Floyd. Let's think about this for a moment... I have a much better idea for us."

That smile. That stupid smile. You would, unfortunately, get very used to that stupid, sinister smile.

You've been in a tank on land for the past year. At least those stupid twins constantly make sure you're healthy and comfortable... and they make sure you have good food, so... at least they know how to take care of you.

But it's not like that makes your situation any better...

After all, you're basically a pet, and not to mention a-

"Little craaaab~~! Hehe, I'm baaaaack~!!" You're grabbed out of the tank quite roughly.

"What do you want, Floyd?" You sigh, kicking your little segmented legs. You would pinch him... if you had claws. You see, being a crab merperson, you don't really have claws like a crab would, you have arms in their place. Really unfortunate, given your circumstance.

"I'm hungry is what's going on, little crab."

"Again???"

"Yes, again! Maaan, do you not know how hunger works~?" He holds you close to his face.

"Of course I know what hunger is... but you and your brother don't always have to eat me... you could eat actual food." You roll your eyes, already being stuffed into his mouth.

"Oh shush, I eat actual food... I just like eating you too~"

It's hard for him to actually fit all of you in there, but unluckily for you, he's got a second pair of teeth to help with that...

And just like that, there you go, all the way in, and swallowed.

"Theeere we go~" Floyd sighs and pats his stomach. "I'm nice and full... and you're safe and comfy~!"

"I wouldn't say 'comfy'... or safe."

"Whatever, you know I wouldn't hurt ya~!" He pauses. "...mostly because Jade would get mad at me... but regardless~! You know you don't have anything to worry about~!!"

You look around, already starting to get a bit bored... I mean, there's not much to do in here, is there?

"Can I at least have some water in here?"

"Comin' right up~!"

That's right. At least they're not actively trying to kill you...

So, when you think about it, you could definitely be in a much worse scenario...

...

But you're still allowed to be angry about it.

#woah!! anon i can identify!!#soft vore #safe vore #twst vore #twisted wonderland vore #gt vore #floyd leech #v.ore #v/ore #v0re #sfw vore #🌽 anon

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selineram3421 · 11 months

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Song Rec: Kids with Guns by Gorillaz

Isekai'd

Part 9: Networking 1/2

Part 8

Vash (Tristamp) X Reader

Warning! ⚠

⚠ cussing, insomnia, sleep deprived Reader, car hitting someone(Wolfwood), blood, mentions of death, what the fuck is vore? Does this count as it? Idk ⚠

The car bounced slightly as it drove on the sand.

You were half asleep because insomnia could be a real bitch sometimes. Vash was dozing off, sitting at the other end of the back seat.

Meryl had asked to accompany both of you, mostly to get the blonde's story.

Not wanting to drag Kevin around, you let the big bird stay with the people of Jeneora Rock, knowing that they would need the bird more than you. Also handing over a letter for them to give to the doctor.

So here you were, in the back seat of the reporter's vehicle while the news was going on, struggling to stay awake.

Maybe I should sleep. You think, too deep into your thoughts to notice that Roberto and Meryl were talking about the worm cluster up in the sky.

Then the car jerked into a sharp turn.

"Ah!", you yelped, grabbing onto the top of the seat with one arm and the other darting over to keep the blonde from flying forward, having to get closer to keep him safe.

Car having stopped, everyone in the let out a breath before getting off.

The small dark haired woman sprinted to the figure lying in the sand and the rest of you followed.

"Hey! Are you ok!?", Meryl asked the person she hit.

You went next to her, holding a small first-aid kit and recognized the poor accident victim making pained noises.

"Wolfwood?", you were a little more awake now thanks to seeing a familiar face. "Hey Star boy, help me lift.", you say and pocket the kit before crouching down to grab the man's legs.

"Right!", the humanoid typhoon rushes over to help.

After getting the man in black into the car, it was a little cramped but at least the injured person wouldn't get his head hitting the side windows. Meryl was speeding through the dunes, the car bouncing even more than earlier. "There's no dying on my watch mister!", she said panicked.

You and Vash held onto the man so he wouldn't get even more hurt, but with all the movement he was still in constant pain. Both you and the blonde looked at Wolfwood worriedly since he looked a little braindead.

Thankfully with the fast driving, the car made it to a plant stop.

Meryl jumped out of the car and rushed over to the building while you helped Vash get the injured man out of the car.

"We need supplies! This man is injured!", she said before getting a good look at the state the place was in.

"Hold on.", you mumble to the blonde and let him take hold of Wolfwood before going into the building, seeing the blood and dead bodies inside.

The other two followed you both in and also took in the scene.

After the bodies were buried and Wolfwood was up, you stood next to the kid as you watched the undertaker in black stuck the heavy cross into the sand.

"Uh.. Heavenly father, lord in heaven..", he started, taking a drink from the bottle in his hand while squatting down. "Forgive us our sins oh lord as we forgive those who sin against us.", he said and started sprinkling the water on the makeshift graves.

You rolled your eyes, too tired for whatever gibberish the man in the suit would say next.

"Please welcome their souls and all the faithful departed into your..into your.. What is it?"

Vash and Meryl look up from their sad gazes after hearing that.

"Welcome them into your humble abode?"

The two look at the black haired man in confusion as he continues to guess what to say next. And then the cross starts to tilt and fall, making the man scramble to catch it.

"Uh..make sure there's some empty chairs. They're kindom coming so..", Wolfwood says with his hands in a praying position.

"That's enough!", the small reporter says, making the undertaker stop. "You're not really a priest, huh?"

"No, I'm not.", Wolfwood says standing up. "I'm an Undertaker."

Shovel, shovel. Bury, bury. You thought with a slow blink.

You didn't pay attention until the man in black walked over and took a knee, handing the kid a lollipop.

"I want one..", you mumble to yourself.

Damn. I am out of it. You thought and rubbed one of your eyes.

Looking over to the three, you are just in time to see the check scene. Vash in total shock at the price before shakily showing it to Meryl. Then Meryl starts to argue with Wolfwood and the other reporter walks up, taking the check before scoffing.

There was a sudden light ring in your ears, making you wake up just a bit.

Isn't this when-

You don't get to finish that thought as everything starts shaking and you grab onto the kid so that you both don't fall over.

Even though I know they're the cause, here I am making sure they don't fall.

The shakes continue and that's when the sand dust starts to form when the worm gets closer. At the moment you wonder if you should feel terrified or in awe.

Then it hit you.

Ah, I've hit my sleep deprivation insanity.

"It's a grand-worm!", Vash yelled out before the giant worm swallows the plant station whole.

"AAAAAAAHHH-!"

Everyone screams as all of you go down the dark and odd throat of the worm, eyes widening when seeing the high fall after entering another part of the worm.

All of you groan after hitting the bottom, sitting up or standing from the fall.

Meryl had held onto you and the kid while falling, then she pulled both of you back when a large piece of metal fell just a few inches away.

"Incoming!", Roberto yelled out as more of the plant station started to fall down, even the car.

"Nope, nope, nope.", you started moving the two next to you and felt someone squish you between the two while bringing all of you away from the danger. "Oof-", you sounded as all of you landed.

"You guys aren't hurt are you?", the humanoid typhoon asks.

"No.", you say and shiver in disgust when feeling sand in your clothing, sitting up quickly and shaking/pulling at your clothes.

You stand up and grab onto your coat, also shaking the sand off of it. And as you were doing that, you heard Wolfwood saying something about watching your step.

Then a flying worm crawled out of a skull.

"I've heard something about worms being interconnected.", the small reporter said.

"You heard right.", the older reporter confirmed.

Vash and the others watched as the worms communicated. Light bouncing off the walls of the worm as the small one flew farther and farther.

"That's its detached electron network. The bigger the worm, the more detached electrons it holds.", the older reporter says. "Judging by its size, this guy must be a pillar of its community."

"Which means?", Meryl asked, turning to look at her partner.

"Which means we're in the head honcho.", Roberto replied.

The blonde was still looking up at the bug before snapping his attention to the two figures going deeper into the worm.

"Hey!", he said and ran after the two.

What is the angel doing!?

"Come back!", the small reporter shouted.

They stopped when the two were climbing, the kid jumping over while the medic was still going.

"What are you doing?", he asked as they kept climbing.

They looked over their shoulder and down at him with a serious gaze, not missing a beat with their response.

"Going after the kid, duh.", they said and continued climbing.

Well, that makes sense. He thought and started climbing.

Then after the climb, he found them standing in front of four tunnel like openings.

"Uh..", the medic turned to face him and the reporter with a nervous smile. "I think I lost the kid..?"

Sleep? What's that?

~Seline, the person.

Next: Part 10

Taglist@

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belethlegwen · 27 days

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Yo!

What is a topic or theme you try to avoid in gt, either in your writing, your reading, or your perusing?

This is a solid question, especially because over the last year or so I've been finding myself exploring more topics/themes that I would have probably previously said I was not comfortable with. I'd like to genuinely thank @adjacentperception for being my partner in everything, including writing and creating, and for letting me have a sounding board and a space to feel safe while I dip my toes into some things I wouldn't have otherwise wanted to endeavour into on my own.

I guess in terms of like... things that disinterest me? If that makes sense? I'm not big on trying to explore family dynamics specifically through G/t. Sibling or Parent/Child relationships with size-difference mixed in just is something I tend to avoid while reading, and through writing I only ever explore it in the sense of like... 'this person is a good friend and is like a brother/sister to me', 'this person cares for me in a parental way sometimes'. Beyond that it's not something that catches my interest or tends to hold it for very long.

Anything that is too whump-heavy I tend to have a harder time reading, mostly because I just need comfort to go with my hurt. One of the projects I've got going on in the background now front-loads a bunch of the hurt before it starts getting to comfort, and I feel like-- especially the earlier chapters-- would qualify as whump. It's something that I could imagine myself having difficulty with reading on my own if I didn't know that it was going to pay off in comfort and (imo) satisfactory character growth for the mains, if only because I've been burned before on trying to struggle through something that was just... fucking miserable and it never got to a point where things got better/that comfort I desperately wanted came along.

Dislike vore/cannibalism to the extreme, anything remotely like that just squicks me out. A bit of mouthplay is fine in the sexy sense? Lips, tongue, maybe a bit of teeth? But there's a line that once it gets crossed I have to go detox with something after. I also can't do snuff at all. Just... too much. I'm not a gore/horror girl. It is not my cup of tea.

A topic I'll avoid depicting in any detail, and that I just get too depressed reading to really dive into very much, is long-term emotional/relationship-centered abuse, from either side. Particularly if a lesson is not learned by the offending/abusive party in a way that's satisfactory.

I'll dive into something like James Bond getting captured and tortured/interrogated by a villain for a hot minute, but a partner abusing a lover? Family being egregiously emotionally/psychologically abusive or neglectful for extended periods of time in the narrative? Someone in a care-taker position abusing a dependent? Too sad/enraging, won't do it, and especially as it pertains to G/t as an amplifier of that possible theming? Ow, no, my feelings. Faerie Spell comes the closest to that for me and that's still a stretch of what I'm actually comfortable with, as the neglect/abuse/disrespect is coming unintentionally and oftentimes against what the presumed goals of the characters perpetrating it actually are. It is still a dark place for my mind to go.

Other than that, I can't think of much that I would say is a definite no-go for me? How something is written/handled within a narrative can be a big factor in whether or not I stick with reading something, typically, and I'm willing to stretch my comfort a bit in some areas if the rest of the story is making up for any discomfort/loss of interest I wind up feeling because of any given element.

Thank you so much for the ask!

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kayla-crazy-stuffs · 28 days

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I Won't Let You Die (ShiIta)

Finally wrote something again wooo, so here I come with Naruto Shippuden content :)

Enjoy :]

TW: Safe/Soft Vore, kinda unwilling prey, attemted suicide, talk about eyes being taken out

Shisui was saved by Itachi just in time, being taken away from the anbus led by Danzo, who had stolen his right eye.

“Itachi… I thought you were… on a mission…” he said.exhausted, while looking at Itachi. “I felt like something was wrong so… I decided to come back..” he responded, clearly worried about his friend.

“I'm glad…” Shisui said as he looked at him with a small, slight smile. “I'm sorry for the inconvenience…” Itachi only shook his head. “You need to rest Shisui-…” “I need to talk to you first, Itachi…” He interrupted, clearly implying that it was important.

Itachi nodded, understanding his friend. Shisui guided him to a cliff that ended in a river and turned to Itachi. "It seems that there will be no way to stop the clan's coup... Just when I was going to start the mission, Danzo stole my right eye so I can no longer use the Kotoamatsukami" he said.

“If the other villages find out about the Uchiha rebellion, they could invade us and it would be an all-out war… And that would have big consequences”...

He let out a small sigh before looking at Itachi. "Danzo didn't trust me to stop the coup so he will surely come for my left eye, that's why I will give it to you.." he continued as he took out his left eye and handed it to Itachi, who placed it in one of his crows.

“I can only trust you, my best friend. Protect our village and the name of the Uchiha..” “I have accepted it.. What will you do now…?” Itachi asked him, still a little worried. “Who knows if my death will change the situation a little… I have already left a note…”

Itachi's eyes widened in socks. “Wait, Shisui…-!” “Don't stop me Itachi…!” Shisui said, prepared to fall backwards, when in a second he felt slightly nauseous, falling to his knees before being picked up and held by hands larger than him.

“...Itachi...? Why…-?" "..I won't let you die Shisui..." Itachi interrupted before placing the ninja reduced to 4 inches into his mouth. He held him in for a few seconds before swallowing, feeling him go down his throat and into his stomach a few moments later.

Shisui let out a slight sigh as he settled into the warm, soft spot, leaning against one of the stomach walls. He didn't think Itachi would use that jutsu to prevent his death. He looked around trying to remember what his friend's stomach looked like, mostly because he couldn't see it since he didn't have the eyes to see, keeping his eyelids closed.

After a brief moment to make sure Shisui was alright, he quickly headed towards the Hokage, but not before picking up Shisui's note, since it would be pointless leaving it there if Shisui was going to survive. He explained the situation to the Third, who said that he would take action against Danzo and that they’ll regain Shisui's right eye.

After a few days they managed to recover Shisui's eye and transplanted both of his eyes back. With that resolved, Shisui was able to put his clan under the genjutsu they had planned to put on them to postpone the rebellion and be able to reach an agreement with them later.

The sky was clear and the breeze was blowing gently. Shisui let out a soft sigh as he looked at the sky, looking back when he heard someone approaching. “Hey, Itachi…” he said with a slight smile. The other Uchiha waved back and sat next to him.

"You know... You didn't have to go to the point of commit suicide, Shisui... Even if it was for our village and the clan..." he said softly without looking at his friend.

"I guess I was rushing into thinking that I couldn't get my right eye back and put our clan into genjutsu..." He paused for a moment and looked at Itachi sympathetically, knowing how he felt.

“...I'm sorry, Itachi…” This time he did look at Shisui, sighing slightly before giving a small smile. “Just promise me you won't do something like that again without considering other options, okay?”

Shisui gave a small laugh before smiling again. "Alright Itachi, I promise." He paused for a moment before looking at Itachi with a raised eyebrow.

“By the way, could you do the jutsu thing again? I couldn’t observe my surroundings well during that moment.” Itachi just laughed at the comment. “Okay, when would you like to?”

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nom-central · 8 months

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Trying to work on posting my vore fic backlog, so here's a pretty long one I had on hand that features two of my ocs! Contains similar size vore, m/f vore, somewhat reluctant pred, and willing prey!

Lazy days were best spent lounging, and that was exactly what Marina was doing.

The mage was currently sprawled out on top of the squishy, sand colored belly of her dragon friend Oleander, more affectionately referred to as Olly. The pair were enjoying a slow sunny day in her garden, with the large dragon laying on his back on the grass and Marina laying on top of his sun-baked tummy. She was dozing, comforted by the warm sunshine and the deep rumbling purrs of the dragon beneath her. His arm was draped across her back keeping her in place, and it was just the perfect moment to drift off…

But a persistent sound was keeping her up. It sounded like something heavy thumping the ground alongside the rustling of leaves. The mage recognized the sound as his tail thumping against the ground, Olly must be really happy about their position but she's trying to nap! Marina lifts her head and opens her eyes, only to be met with his bright green gaze on hers. He blinks, his face rapidly starting to turn red.

"O-oh! Rina! I didn't know you were awake! I'm sorry, I was...just watching you rest! Y'know, as a friend!"

She raises her eyebrow at him, the look in his eyes told her there was something he wanted, and that was a bit of a questionable thing to say. "Are you alright? Need to get up and stretch or something?" The nature dragon shook his head. "No no, I like having you here with me! I'm comfortable, just…." A rumble from below her interrupted him, distinctly different from his rumbling purrs. "...hungry." She nods, it was probably a good time for a snack! She starts to wriggle off of his belly, there's a spinach quiche in the fridge that the both of them can share. She's held in place however, and she gives Olly a puzzled look. His expression is a bit hard to read as he looks down at Marina, with his tail still thumping against the ground. "U-um...it's not just anything...I crave something...specific."

“Specific how? I can’t get you what you want if you don’t tell me.” The dragon whined quietly, his tail beating out a rhythm as he struggled to word his thoughts. "Um…well…you know how I'm a dragon, right? And dragons are mostly, um…carnivorous?" Marina nodded, giving him a curious look. "And I don't eat meat…but, I still crave it…”

“Was…that it? I can just get you something with meat in it, you don't have to be all embarrassed about it!” Marina laughed, but the dragon’s expression didn’t change from his worried look. “N-no, eating meat like that will make me sick! I just…I want something l-lively! Something that’ll…put up a fight! Wiggle on the way down! I want…”

He trailed off, anxiously studying Marina’s face. The mage's expression was hard to place, was she confused? Afraid? Angry? Oleander's tail only grew more agitated, the bulb at its end thumping against the earth as he panicked. "B-but I wouldn't bite or anything! I'd never want to hurt you, Rina! You’d be completely safe, and it’d only be for a little! I'm sorry, you don't have to, y–"

“Relax, Oleander.”

The dragon fell still as Marina rested a hand on his face and smiled in an effort to be comforting. “It’s okay, I’ll do it.”

“Y— You’ll do it? No questions asked??”

“Olly, how long have we known each other?” Marina laughed. “Do you think that I don’t trust you? I know you wouldn’t ever try to hurt me, and while this does make me sort of nervous…I trust you know what you’re talking about. If it helps you feel better, I’m willing to do it. It’s the least I could do for you.”

Near immediately, a wide and toothy smile spread across the dragon's chubby face, and his tail beat out a rhythm on the ground in excitement. “Oh, thank you thank you thank you, Rina! Oh man, how do I...? Ahh, I don't know! Just...”

Olly falls still and opens his jack-o-lantern maw, waiting patiently for something.

“...? Olly, what are you doing?”

“I-I dunno! I've never eaten anyone before, uh....could you just...y'know...”

Marina laughs. “Okay okay, I get it. I'll feed myself to you, alright?” Taking the flush on his greenish face as a sign to proceed, she gingerly places her hand on his tongue. It's warm and slick with saliva, but slightly rough...she notes that Oleander's whole body is tense, almost as if he's scared. “It's okay, Olly...I'll be sure to tell you if anything hurts.”

Placing her other hand on his tongue, she slowly slid both hands towards his throat. Instincts seemingly took over as he suddenly clamped his mouth on her arms, a swallow tugging them deeper and herself closer to him. What sounded like an apology was mumbled around her, and the dragon opened his mouth to make room for her after she nodded at him to proceed.

Marina's head was pulled into his mouth, and Oleander's draconic instincts kicked in as she wriggled a bit to situate herself. Starting to greedily swallow her down, Olly grabbed at his companion to push her further down his throat, not even bothering with little bites as he began to wolf her down. So this must be what the spinach quiche feels like...each thick, hungry gulp pulled her deeper into his gullet, and the excited thrum of the dragon's heartbeat came and went as warmth steadily engulfed her body.

Steadily, Marina slid into the nature dragon's surprisingly spacious stomach. The walls were thick and slimy, closing in slightly to feel around their new guest as she moved around to get comfortable.

“Oleander? I'm safe and sound!”

The only reply she got was a deep rumble, reverberating around the mage. He was....purring, wasn't he? He only ever made this sound when he was content...she'll let him enjoy the feeling for now. This clearly must've helped those instincts of his, and it wasn't even that bad in here. Warm just like the sun outside, soft just like his scaly stomach...just darker, and much wetter.

#soft vore #safe vore #extreme cuddling #halfsize vore #willing prey #vore fid #Marina #Oleander #i couldnt think of a good title for it rip

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gt-daboss · 1 year

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GT April Fools (2/2)

Warning: Heavy angst, fear play, referring to a human being as it, mentions of vore.

also bonus profiles of Eve and Melody at the end!

3.9k words (sorry)

“You're really not gonna eat that?” her roommate, Chima, questioned. Raising an eye at the near-untouched plate of Sausmar meat in front of her, she let out a huff. “I thought you loved Zhou Fou’s takeout?”

Melody tried. She tried to eat, but she just couldn’t. It had been over a week since her last interaction with the human, but she still couldn’t get the look on Evelyn’s face out of her mind. From the scream of fear when she grabbed her to seeing the human limp away on her bleeding leg.

Melody wasn’t hungry.

“Look, I have to head to class, but by the time I'm back, you better have finished that, clear?” Chima said with an air of finality, locking eyes with the shorter Taur. Melody could only nod, which, fortunately, seemed to be enough for her roommate, as before she knew it Melody heard the distinct click of the door shutting leaving her alone once more.

Now with nobody to distract her, her eyes quickly wandered over to the outlet Evelyn used to enter her world. The world away from the Giants beyond the walls, the world where she felt safe, away from Melody. She felt tears quickly prick in her eyes making her vision go blurry as she choked back a sob. Her eyes were already bloodshot and cheeks stained with dried tears, I can’t break down every time I think of her, come on, pull yourself together Mel.

Wiping her eyes and taking deep breaths, she picked up her plate and threw most of it in the trash. Saving but a small vegetable, she approached the outlet and laid her prize. Despite their earlier incident, she had noticed that the human family had still been taking her food, though each time Melody had been hiding in her room, avoiding another confrontation with the human who she would only scare away.

****

“You’re still not feeling up for scavenging, Eve?” Evelyn’s mother, Mary, questioned. It had only been a couple of days ago when she came home to her daughter with a nasty, but mostly superficial wound on her leg, which she refused to tell how she got it.

“I don’t want to slow you down, besides, Dad will be coming back from his trip from the other floors today, someone needs to be here ‘else he's gonna freak out.” Eve laughed, causing a smile to return to Mary’s face again. In truth, Eve hated when her parents would leave for days at a time, scavenging the whole apartment complex, leaving her alone with nothing to occupy herself with but the occasional dust bunny. And Melody.

Instantly her smile vanished from her face, her laugh tittering off into an awkward cough. Though she tried to hide it, her mother noticed instantly.

“Hey, if there is anything you need to tell me, you can. I promise I won't be angry at you, I only worry. Ever since you got that cut you have been acting different, did… did the Monotaur girl do this to you? Is that why you have been avoiding scavenging in her room.” Mary probed.

Yes, Eve wanted to say, She picked me up, she tried to EAT me. She cut my leg with her claws to try and slow me down, I barely escaped.

“I’m FINE mom, heavens sometimes I can barely tell you apart from Dad with all your worrying. There was a nail poking out of the path and I tripped, that's all.” She huffed hoping that would get her mother off her tail until she could sort out her true feelings. Her mother fake-pouted.

“Well alright then, I know I worry but you didn’t have to go so far as to compare me to Will,” Mary laughed, “Come then, one last kiss before I head off for certain doom?”

Smiling, Eve got up and wrapped her arms around her mother before receiving three quick kisses on both her cheeks and forehead warming her up despite the lie she had just told. Her mother, soon left to get some quick scavenging done from 436, leaving Eve alone with only her thoughts to occupy her.

Why… why didn’t I tell her about Melody… she's dangerous, she is probably planning her next move right now. Mom, Dad, is it right to put them in danger like this? No, so then why haven’t I told them…

Guilt wracked her brain, but also fear, Originally she was going to tell her parents about the incident. They would have had to leave their home behind, all the memories they had shared there, all the work they had put into making a good life, gone. But it was worth it to avoid capture… or worse.

She shivered thinking about being held over certain doom by her legs over her ‘friend’s’ smiling face.

But… she just couldn’t wrap her mind around it somehow.

****

Holding her blood-stained palm to her bleeding leg, she tried to apply pressure and limp home as quickly as her current state would allow. Images of a grinning giant ripping open the walls to grab her and her family flooded her mind. Tears streamed down her face as her heart pounded dulling her senses. Melody wasn’t safe anymore, all this time it had just been a ploy.

Bursting through the front door of her home, she frantically scanned the room for her parents but found it empty. No no NO! Mel, how could you… please don’t tell me you took them from me, please! I don’t know what I’ll do without-

“I’m sorry”

Eve heard a faint cry from outside the walls, stopping her mental spiral in its tracks. Wiping her eyes, her head cleared for the first time, her heart stopped pounding leaving her home without a sound. Pulling herself together, she held an ear to the walls and waited.

And waited, the silence was deafening as her ear forced itself against the mahogany walls, just as she was about to give up she heard the faint but clear voice of Melody.

“I’m sorry…” Melody sobbed, audible through the walls even though the Taur was whispering. Eve nearly jumped when she heard it. Yanking her head off the wall, she collapsed against her bed, taking deep breaths to calm herself. Her parents were still off on their scavenging trip for another day, Melody couldn’t have taken them… then why, why is she sorry?

Her mind wracked itself for answers, most of them coming to the obvious conclusion: this was a trap. The giant was trying to lure her outside once more to finish the job. But the sound of the Taur's anguished cries didn’t sound like acting.

She crashed on her bed, covering herself with cloth blankets and curling up on herself. Though she was exhausted, the constant sobbing of Melody made it near impossible to fall asleep. Only an hour later when the crying stopped did their fatigues take over sending both human and Taur into a restless slumber.

****

That was a little more than a week ago, still, she did not have an obvious answer to her Melody problem. It was time to fix that. Grabbing her tools, as well as a note, her plan was simple.

Hopefully, Melody can read it, I’ll stay out of sight, in and out as quickly as I can. Eve thought as she unscrewed the outlet and stepped into the outside world for the first time in a week. It was refreshing but also served as a reminder of the danger the Taur world held for humans. Beings their size wouldn’t even have to try to hurt her people, they could accidentally kill someone and not even realize it…

An accident huh, could that really be it, just a misunderstanding from a friend? She quickly shook her head, a friend wouldn’t dangle another friend upside down by their legs, thrash their leg when they tried to run… a friend wouldn’t threaten to EAT them.

Eve’s mood quickly soured after that, some of her fear returning. What would talking to Melody even accomplish? How could she truly ever know if Melody was safe… Suddenly the atmosphere seemed to thicken out of nowhere. Her instincts went wild as she knew something was wrong, very very wrong.

Two giant eyeballs were staring right at her.

****

Chima wasn’t exactly friends with Melody. Though the two shared an apartment together and attended the same university, both students kept to themselves. Normally Chima wouldn’t have cared that her roommate had skipped a few classes, but the mood swings and lack of eating… it didn’t take a genius to know Melody was in trouble. But all she has told me is that she lost something!

“Chima skipping lecture? Gasp! This is unheard of, what is this devilish fiend up to today?” Her friend, Claire, teased, poking her friend's shoulder and giggling.

“Relax shorty, I’m just taking a well-needed mental health break, there's only so much of Mr. Sharpener I can take in one semester,” She quipped back with a smile, quickly sending her friend on the backfoot stopping her laughs.

“What? Shorty!? It's not my fault I hang out with a living skyscraper! Have fun at home cuz’ I’m not signing you into class anymore!” The shorter Taur responded back with a pout before quickly turning away from her friend and stomping towards class.

“Love you too!”

She got flipped the double bird.

Heheh… ok focus, focus! I gotta find a way to snap Melody outta her funk…even food hasn’t worked, but I've barely talked to her, It’d be awkward to just try and start a conversation like that between me and Claire, I’ve had less meaningful conversations with Mel as I have fingers…

“Maybe I should have asked Claire for help, she's much more of a people person than I am, not to mention maybe her small size would help her find whatever Melody lost.”

****

The walk home did not help. Maybe somebody stole something from her? But she only goes to class with the bare essentials, all her important stuff is at home, so the only way stealing that would be possible is if somebody broke in… no, I would definitely notice a fully grown Taur stomping around my house.

Chima sighed her head hurting from all the mental gymnastics. Quietly opening her door, she began making her way to her roommate's abode, until a certain savory smell hit her.

Following her nose brought her to the kitchen counter where she saw it, a human, completely oblivious to her, standing next to a vegetable from the meal Chima got for Melody just a couple of hours earlier. Suddenly, everything clicked.

The stolen item, this little thing is the culprit. Nobody else could have gotten into our home, this little shit no doubt has been stealing from us for a while now, but it wasn't satisfied with just stealing their food. No… these things always want more and more, and when they can’t get it themselves, they take it like it's their right to do so…

Chima was silently fuming, her eyes locked onto the tiny, oblivious human. For the past week, Melody had barely left her room, had barely eaten, and spent most of her waking hours a moping mess, and it was all this human's fault. The tiny creature finally noticed the giant looming over her, but it was too late to run.

Melody won't have to deal with you anymore you little shit, She thought as she grabbed an empty mason jar and slammed it down over the human before she could even think of running away.

****

Eve froze. She couldn’t move, forever stuck with her mouth open. She watched as the eyes shifted from observant looming to dangerous precision. With blinding speed, the Taur grabbed a jar and slammed it down over her. She screamed as the booming noise shattered her eardrums.

Eve always had nightmares about being captured, but there was truly no way to do the real thing justice. Eve’s already small form felt almost microscopic as the mason jar she was trapped in flipped over and skyrocketed to meet the raging Giant's face. She already felt like she needed to throw up, but when pupils the size of her head locked onto her tiny form all she could think of was the feeling of prey being trapped by their predator.

“You THIEF! You think you can just get away from stealing from us right under our noses huh? Do you think this is funny?” Chima yelled, inadvertently bringing her flaming scarlet eyes dangerously close to the frozen human.

“No no NO! No, I swear no! I-I didn’t steal an-ANYTHING from-” The young human desperately tried to defend herself, nearing tears at this point and beginning to hyperventilate.

“SHUT UP! You little pests don't even know how lucky you are. Our ancestors out of the goodness of our hearts spared your people from destruction when it was our right to enact it. We gave your people your own land to settle, yet you animals continue to come to our land to leech off us till this day.”

Eve was barely holding on, tears beginning to flow down her cheek, the Taur was beyond reason, no matter what she tried she wouldn’t listen. Somehow Melody convinced this giant that she had stolen something precious from them. She tried to choke out a response, but-

“Chima what the hell is going on here!” Melody hearing the commotion burst through her door to confront the yelling giant.

****

“Melody, you’re home, I found your thief,” Chima announced whipping around to meet her Giant roommate, “This little thing has been scurrying around our house for who knows how long, you didn’t lose anything, this bug stole it!”

Melody for the first time noticed the jar in her right hand and froze. There she was, in all her sobbing glory, Evelyn. Immediately she got flashbacks to their last encounter, how she grabbed her, threatened her, hurt her… the sickness in her stomach returned in full force as she looked over at the trembling human inside the mason jar. Evelyn was looking at her the same way she had before, like she was a monster, I am, I'm not safe for her, she… she doesn’t trust me, she hates me. I hurt her. I deserve this.

“I bet she knows exactly where your ‘lost’ item is, just give me a couple of minutes and I’ll get it out of her,” Chima stated, lightly shaking the jar, causing the human inside to scream in pain.

Chima! Stop it you are hurting her! Melody wanted to say. Even if Evelyn hated her, she couldn’t just let her be hurt like this. Steeling her nerve, she managed to speak up.

“Wait! Chima!” Melody cried. It was like the whole room went silent, Chima eyed her, but what surprised her most was that Eve also peeked her head out from her curled, shaking body to look at her.

“Can–, can I do it instead, I just- I think I will- I’d like to do it if possible…” Melody mumbled out, a far cry from what she truly wanted to say. Her words had the opposite effect of the human on the human though, her little eyes bulged as her face started to portray that of a scared mouse No… how! What did I say wrong? I don’t understand how I keep messing up even when I'm trying to help her. She sucked in a breath, willing herself not to cry, I don't deserve to cry.

“Sure, she’s all yours, I guess,” Chima said nonchalantly, handing the jar over to which Melody quickly but carefully snatched it up and held it close.

No… no no no… not Melody… Please not Melody. She manipulated this giant into thinking I stole something from them, she has been manipulating me and my family for months to let our guard down… and now she finally is going to get her hands on me for good… The little human wanted to scream out but when she tried all she could manage was a choke of fear. She was truly crying now, nobody could save her.

Without another word, Melody quietly began walking back toward the confines of her room. Closing her door with an ominous click, it was just her and Eve.

****

For what felt like hours Eve had been trying to force herself to talk, even just one last plea, anything to try to convince the giant girl she didn’t have to do this, but she was frozen, the only thing she could was shake against the cold glass of her prison as it shook side to side.

Without speaking a word, Eve was dumped out of her cage and into the soft plain of Melody’s bed, she couldn’t force herself to look at her, she didn’t want to see the smug face of her captor, the same smiling face that nearly ate her only a week ago.

Melody tried to open her mouth to speak, she needed to say something, anything to assure the human she meant no harm, that the past week, the only thing she had been thinking of was how she messed up, how she was sorry, how she hated herself for what she did and the fear she caused, that she wanted to throw up over how she had scared her, how she clipped her nails after she scarred her. The burning in her hands where she picked Eve up when she promised she would never do that without permission.

“Evelyn…” she started, it was the only thing she could say. If she tried to say anything else she wouldn’t have been able to hold back the tears. Slowly but surely Eve poked her head out between her knees to make eye contact with her. She looked awful, no longer even scared, she just looked defeated, resigned to her fate, her fate is me, I’m the cause of her fear. But… but I can fix this, she’s at least looking at me now. I just… I just have to tell her I am sorry, tell her the truth, I don’t want to hurt-

*Grrrrwwwwwlllll

…

Her stomach’s noise echoed around the room, she couldn’t even move as she realized what her body had done No no no, why now why!? Eve didn’t even respond, she didn’t run, she didn't scream, instead she just put her head back on her knees and cried.

Why why why why why! I can’t keep doing this, why can’t I just talk to her, why can’t I just be normal? Why am I such a monster to her!? The floodgates of her tears, the week's worth of time holding them in, trying to be strong, trying not to show weakness, spilled out. It started out as a choked sob, but it couldn’t be stopped from there. Soon she was a weeping mess face down in the now-soaked blankets. Everything Melody had hoped she could do to mend her relationship with Eve had failed, she had failed, no matter what she tried, how she tried it, nothing had worked. One mess-up and she had scared away the only person who she had ever considered a friend.

She cried with all her heart, crying until she ran out of breath, and then crying some more. She couldn’t stop, she felt like she would cry forever. She continued until she was fully exhausted, her sobs gradually morphing into pitiful sniffles as she had thoroughly drenched her bed.

I just… I c-can’t take any more of this, is this what I am meant to be? A m-monster or an outcast? Is this how Eve has always seen me? A threat? Someone who would submit to their lowest instinct and… and eat their best friend at any given opportunity. Had she just been pretending to be my friend this whole time? I had been so happy to finally have a friend I didn’t even notice that she was terrified of-

“Mel” A quiet, almost silent voice spoke out her name causing her to pause her inner spiral, at first she thought she was imagining it, but just as she was about to continue her cries Eve spoke again.

“Melody… please look at me,” it was definitely Eve, I don’t get it, why is she still talking to me…

“I can’t, I… I don’t want to scare you anymore,” Melody choked out burying her head deeper into the blankets.

“Melody… I,”

“No stop, please just stop, you don’t have to pretend anymore, please it just hurts more. I know I scare you, I know I am a monster, you- you don't have to pretend to like me anymore. I’ll leave you and your family alone, you won’t ever hear from me again, I’ll stop bothering you, I’ll stop bothering humans, please just…” Make the pain go away…

“Melody, stop, I am not scared of you,” Eve commanded, but how can I believe that? After all-

Warmth, for the first time, she felt it: the tiniest, little-est, warmest feeling on her tear-stained cheek. Eve had planted her hand on her cheek. Physically jumping back from the unexpected touch Melody now loomed over the human, though Evelyn still pressed onward towards her.

“Eve! Don’t do that. I could hurt you,” Melody feared, nearly causing the human to lose her momentum, but with a deep breath, Eve spoke in a calm voice.

“Would you though?”

“What? N-no of course not, I… I was just saying you should be careful,”

“Melody please bring your face back down for me,” Eve gently asked. It would have been so easy for the Taur to disobey, but even though Melody held all the power, she wouldn’t dream of doing anything other than the human's wishes.

“Uhhh okay… so what now, do you want-”

*Oomph!* suddenly she felt the distinct, warm, comforting feeling of Eve touching her face again. And not just a touch, she felt her face turn red with heat as she realized that the human was hugging her! Hugging her!

“You are not a monster, Mel. I refuse to believe it. A monster isn’t this clumsy, monsters don’t make friends with humans, they don’t apologize, they don’t… they don’t cry… as you did, if anything, I am the monster for treating you as just a heartless beast, you’re more than that, much more, you… you are my best friend!” She declared, squeezing her friend's giant cheeks with all her might.

Melody had never been so elated, she almost wanted to break down into tears again. The human truly, truly understood, all of a sudden she felt 100 tons lighter, like she was finally able to breathe again. This was nearly the best feeling in the entire world, normally she wouldn’t be pushing it, but she didn’t know when she’d ever get another opportunity like this.

“Uhmm, Eve… do you mind if I pick you up, N-not for anything bad or anything, I just really want to hug you…”

“Oh, Melody,” Eve began, normally she would refuse, but today… just this once, she needed to be strong for Melody. “Of course you can, I would love that, just be gentle…”

Melody immediately beamed, slowly pulling out of the hug, and gently placing her hand in front of the human who hesitated at first, but eventually stepped on. Laying in her bed now, she looked down at the confused Eve.

“Just- just tell me if it's too much o-okay?” Melody asked, getting a quick nod in response giving her the go-ahead. Taking a deep breath, she smiled.

“G-get ready for a Taur-sized hug, Eve!”

As promised, character sheets of both Melody and Evelyn! As well as some bonus pictures of the two goofing as compensation for the looooong wait (and the long chapter haha)

and here are da goofballs

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Now for an Authors Note, read if you want but you can skip this, just a little rant :)

IT WAS A PAIN to get these two (Melody and Eve) to actually interact with each other, I had a lot of trouble trying to get the story where it needed to be for the angst and hurt to really hit. I couldn't just have them meet out in the open again, Eve would just run away, and Melody wouldn't chase her, which COULD have been good, but it wouldn't have been angsty, and I would have had to probably write another chapter to conclude it, and I didn't want to keep u guys waiting so Chima was made! I originally wasn’t planning on using her much in this chapter, but here she is anyways haha. I know she seems cruel at the moment, So I am curious what you think of her! I am also curious what you guys think of the vore aspects of the story, should I increase or decrease the mention of it? I’m not sure if it makes people uncomfortable or not (there will probably *99.9%* not be any eating of any of the main characters, but mentions of it to scare them I think its a really great tool for fear play) I’m curious what the opinion on how I have been using it so far. Any questions about the world they live in are open now if u wanna ask, how are humans treated in society? What are their roles? Etc etc.

Bottom line! I’m very curious about what you think of the story! Thanks for reading this far, I hope you all have a wonderful day.

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