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Saw you asking for prompts. Monster, House, Orphans. Do want to see some vore in this one.

hoooo boy, this one is a big guy!!!!!!! so big, in fact, that typing this out is taking five years, since tumblr is lagging so much. not even an exaggeration. so!!! gonna be splitting this up into two parts, for my own sanity.

part two can be found here!!!!

is it more logical to do prompts in the order you got them? yes. am i instead going the most recent one i got? yes. in my defense i have more ideas rn for this one than the other ones.

also the moment i saw monster and orphans in the same sentence, you know exactly who i’m gonna be making the giant.

warnings for: soft vore, mentioned child abuse and neglect, fear of death, mentioned hard vore and digestion(none happen!), dehumanization(calling a sentient being an “it”).

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if anyone asked how ranboo’s day had been going, he’d say it had been pretty good.

…that is, if by pretty good, you meant going out of the house into the woods to escape his foster parent for a bit, only to get lost in said woods, accidentally fall into a rushing river he somehow didn’t notice(which the experience was made even better if you added in the fact that he couldn’t swim), get swept away by the current for what felt like, and honestly probably might have been, hours; and when he finally managed to crawl himself out of the rapids, he found himself with multiple bruises and scraps, in an area he couldn’t even hope to begin to recognize.

and that’s not even mentioning the fact that right now, it looks like it’s about to rain — as if he wasn’t soaked enough.

so yeah. great.

he’s been walking around aimlessly for a while now, trying to find something, anything, that could help him. maybe a path, a sign, a cabin in the woods, whatever. but there was nothing around but trees, as far as the eyes could see.

and…. he could almost swear the trees were bigger than they were supposed to.

..no, no they were definitely bigger than the ones he was used to seeing. uh…. maybe, it’s just…. a special kind of tree? that just.. grows really big? that seems reasonable.

a sudden crack of thunder startled him out of his thoughts — he didn’t even notice the lightning. shoot, was it going to be a thunderstorm? that’s way worse than just rain. there’s no way he’s staying out in the forest for a thunderstorm, he needs to find shelter, and fast.

ranboo looks around, before choosing a random direction, and starts speed-walking that way. he keeps his eyes on his surroundings — he’s not falling into a river again, not today!

speaking of, he’s still incredibly soaked, and incredibly cold. the storm brewing above him certainly isn’t helping that much.

it’s a couple minutes of walking — and.. is it just him, or does everything seem… bigger….. — when he thinks he sees something in the distance. he squints, only just about making it out through the trees, even with his glasses(which, can he just say, it’s a miracle he even has them, after the river), and-

that’s..

that’s a house.

that’s a house!

shelter!!!!

he laughs disbelievingly, and starts rushing his way over to it. and not a moment to soon, he can feel the rain start to drizzle through the leaves.

it’s a bit of a walk, but he’s sure he’ll make it in time before the rain really starts to pour — not that it would make much of a difference, really, but he’d like to avoid getting more wet, thank you very much.

he can’t believe his luck — being able to find a cabin however deep in these woods they are. hopefully they aren’t like, an axe-murderer or something — oh, that would really suck actually. please don’t be an axe-murderer. hopefully they’re okay with him barging in like this, because he doesn’t think there’s any other shelter nearby. maybe they’re nice, they might let him stay the night? maybe even help him find his way back to his foster’s house, afterwards? it’s not the best place to be, but it’s better than nothing.

he wonders if his foster even noticed he was gone.

he wonders if they even care.

..nope!!! nope, he’s not thinking about that!! that’s too depressing of a thought for right now. right now, he needs to focus on getting to the cabin.

…uhm.. speaking of……. shouldn’t he, be there by now?

he shook himself out of his thoughts, and refocused on the surroundings, with a closer eye. the house certainly looks closer, but.. he’s still a decent distance away.

it uh… looks kinda big, actually. like the trees.

he finds himself getting closer.

it’s…. getting.. bigger…..

he gets closer.

it gets bigger.

dread starts to fill him.

closer.

bigger.

he’s still a good.. maybe five-ish meters away, when he finally stops. the rain, while not quite steady yet, has gotten to a bit more than a drizzle now. he finds himself looking up at the cabin.

he finds himself looking……. way, way up at the cabin.

it’s bigger than any house he’s ever seen.

the door is bigger than anything he’s ever seen.

he feels like an ant staring up at it.

this…. this isn’t a normal house.

at all.

………….

…….well. at least ranboo can probably rule out the axe-murderer?

………….

yeah, no, he can’t really think of a good positive about this situation.

he flinches as he sees a light flashing, followed by a loud thundering boom a few seconds later. the rain is getting harder.

he can’t afford to stay out here.

but… can he really afford to go inside?

he looks inside the windows — or, as far inside as he really can, at this angle. the lights… look like they’re turned off? whoever lives here — and isn’t that a scary thought, that there’s someone big enough to actually live in here — might not be home right now. or, worse case scenario, they’re just asleep right now.

the ideal scenario would be that no one lives here at all, and this was just some left over prop from some movie set or something someone decided to leave in a forest in the middle of nowhere.

………he doesn’t know which one is more unlikely.

lighting flashes again, the thunder following more quickly than last time. he flinches.

…either way, he can’t see this ending out good for him.

……he.. supposes he’d rather go with the unknown of the cabin, than with the certainty of staying out in the rain and getting sick, if he hasn’t already.

luckily for ranboo, there were multiple little cracks in the wall he could crawl into — not even crawl, actually, he could just walk through them, he was so small.

as he entered, he found that things looked….. surprisingly.. normal, from what he could see.

just…….

big.

there was a counter to the far left, cutting off into another room — a kitchen, perhaps? he could see trinkets and stuff on top of the counter, and littered across the house, though he couldn’t really make himself focus on them all that much. there was a couch near his right, a small table right in front of it. and further still, right up against the wall, was a bookshelf, filled to the brim with… well.. books. there were even a couple shelves, also holding various things. he couldn’t quite see any photos from where he stood.

if it weren’t for the fact he didn’t seem any bigger than a candle, he would have thought this was a normal house.

he hears the thunder crash again, and is reminded about why he was in here to begin with.

he needs to find some place to bunker down for a bit, even if for a little bit.

should.. should he reveal himself to whoever lives here, if anyone even does?

well, maybe he can rule out the fact that no one lives here, this place does look lived in, and he can’t see any dust, so someone’s definitely been visiting this place recently, at the least.

as for that first question……. he…. doesn’t know.

there’s no guarantee they’d hurt him, but… there’s also no guarantee they wouldn’t, either. especially after in trespassing their home.

he knows other humans have hurt him for less.

ranboo doesn’t want to risk it.

the couch seems like a good starting spot to hide, for now, unless he can find somewhere better. the bookshelf might be useful, too, but it’s a bit far away from where he is right now.

though, as he’s about halfway over to the couch, he hears a sound, something that almost seems to stop his heart.

floorboards creaking.

they’re here.

instantly, he sprints the rest of the way, and almost skids to a stop under the couch — hopefully, the sound of the rain pouring down masked his footsteps.

ranboo can’t quite see whoever is here from where he stands, though he does hear the floorboards pause for a moment, before starting back up again. he lets out a breath.

they seem to be heading over to what he thinks is the kitchen — looking for a late night snack, perhaps? oh dear.. he hugs himself closer to the foot of the couch. he really, really doesn’t want to get caught if they’re hungry. granted he doesn’t really know if they eat humans, they might not! but.. he doesn’t want to take the risk, at all.

though… he is curious on what they look like. sue him, he’s never seen a giant before — and that’s what they are, aren’t they?, he thinks as he lets it fully sink in, a giant. — he never even knew they existed. forgive him for wanting to take a quick look, see if they were similar. maybe, if they looked similar enough, he might actually be safe. maybe all this giant is is just one really big human. granted, ranboo hasn’t had the best track record when it comes to people, but surely he’d have a better chance now. hopefully.

he leans a bit into the open, careful not to go out too far. he scans his eyes above the counter, trying to catch a glimpse of the giant. for a moment, he can’t quite see anything, and for a moment he wonders if they are still even in the kitchen, when suddenly, the giant comes into view, and-

he gasps suddenly, fear striking deep into his chest.

that’s not a person. that’s not a person in the slightest.

he can’t see too much, but from the ragged pink fur, the pointed ears, the scars and tusks-

it’s head shoots up, ears flickering.

shit, shit he was heard. he darts back under the couch, pushing his back against the couch leg, putting his hands over his mouth. his heart was beating fast, too fast, it felt like it was going to jump out of his chest. he could practically feel the fear radiating off of him.

how did it even hear him? the rain should have masked any sound he made.

did it just have advanced hearing? fuck, could it hear him right now, with his lungs heaving like every breath could be his last?

his heart stop when he hears slow footsteps on the wooden floor.

no, not footsteps.

hooves. those are hooves.

and they’re getting closer.

ranboo backed away from the edge of the couch as he heard the giant sniff the air — shit, is that how it knows where he is? it can smell him? that’s not good, that’s not good at all.

as he reached the middle of the couch, he saw the hooves of the beast stop, just near the spot where he was before.

suddenly, the creature leans down, and all he can see is a glowing red eye staring right at him. his breath picks up, and his heart races.

it found him.

shit shit shit shit.

they stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, the world around him disappearing as all he can focus on is the blood red color, until the eye disappears from his sight, as the beast stands up. he can hear it grabbing the couch, and immediately, he snaps back into his body, heart working on overtime. it’s going to move the couch, it’s going to reveal him, it’s going to grab him, it’s going to-

instantly, he turns tail and runs, runs as fast as he can away from the giant. the bookshelf, that’s the only other thing he remembers seeing, the only other shelter he could access — the door was too far away, he can’t risk going there.

ranboo can hear the instance the beast realizes what he’s doing, the scrapping of the couch stopping, and the sound of hooves following in pursuit.

he’s over halfway to the bookshelf now, and he can see a small gap between the wall and the back of the shelf, just big enough for him to fit inside. hopefully, the shelf is heavy enough that it couldn’t be moved easily, granting him enough time to get a better plan.

he’s almost there now, he can hear the loud hoovesteps behind him, but he just might make it-

something wraps around him, suddenly, knocking the breath out of his lungs, and in an instant, he feels the feet leave the floor — he’s being picked up. he’s been grabbed.

he’s been caught.

“no, nono no no, nononono-” he stumbles, struggling as much as he can to get out of the grip — it burns, almost, worse than the usual burn he feels whenever he’s touched. all around him, in the grasp of the beast, it’s uncomfortable in more ways than one.

he feels as if his stomach is doing flips as he goes up, up, and up, higher off the ground, until he finds himself slowly coming to a stop.

he looks down at the wooden floor, he has to be fifty- no, eighty- a hundred feet, maybe, up in the air, he thinks with a shudder — well, he may not be too good at math, but even he knows that, no matter the exact number, there’s no way he’s surviving that fall.

and, reluctantly, he forces his eyes up at the beast who holds him in it’s grasp.

it’s terrifying.

the first thing ranboo finds himself staring at is the large scar on it’s face, over it’s left eye and sneaking over across it’s snout — the snout that, when combined with the ragged pink fur and animal-like ears, makes the giant look an awful lot like a pig. or, perhaps more like a boar, with the tusks that protrude from it’s mouth.

it’s eyes, though, it’s eyes are what truly scare him. a blood red iris, surrounded with a yellow, almost golden sclera, with pupils more akin to a snake than a human with how narrowed they were. it’s eyes were terrifying.

it’s eyes were staring down at him, staring through him, almost into his soul.

his breath hitched.

prime, he isn’t getting out of this, is he?

he shouldn’t have gone into that forest, he should have just dealt with his foster, he’s done it before, why did today have to be the exception-

“uhhhhhhhh,” the beast deadpanned. “what are you doing in my house?”

he blinked.

it.

it talks.

it.. talks.

it….. talks?

“i… what?” ranboo said hopelessly confused.

“what uh. what are you doin’ in my house?” the giant repeated itself.

okay.

okay!

it can talk, he guesses.

maybe he can reason with it. maybe he can get it to let him go.

(that is, if he knew where his conversation skills went.)

(ha, as if he ever had them to begin with.)

“it’s, uh.” ranboo said, nodding is head towards the window. “raining.”

the beast looks up briefly, though he doesn’t really think it needed to, even he can hear the sound of pouring rain from here.

“so it is.” the giant hums.

there’s a brief silence that follows. lovely. this has been a riveting conversation so far.

“that doesn’t, uh. explain why you’re here, though.” the giant says. “in the forest.”

ranboo’s shoulders hunched.

“i got lost,” he admitted. “wasn’t really looking where i was going, and fell in a river.”

the beast hummed, nodding to itself. “yeah, i suppose that’d do it.”

another moment of silence.

“i uh, don’t suppose you’d let me leave..?” ranboo asked. it might have been a bit too early to ask that, but… he really just wanted this all to be over with. everything was so overwhelming.

as the words left his mouth, the two could hear a sudden crack boom around the cabin — he swears he felt the thunder in his chest.

“…now, i don’t know about you,” the beast starts, “but i don’t think i’d want to go out right now. just a thought.”

his shoulders slumped. prime, it was right, he hated that it was right. going out right now would almost be worse than staying in here.

he hated that it didn’t even really answer his question, either. he hated how terrified that made him.

the beast seemed to analyze him again, seemingly looking for something. he didn’t like how small he felt under it’s gaze.

he didn’t like how small he was in it’s grasp, either.

“you look cold.” the beast stated suddenly. it was only then he realized he was shivering — he supposes after washing out of the river and the mess that followed after, he didn’t have the time to fully realize he was freezing.

or, well. it could be the fear that made him shake like a small wet dog. that too.

“i- well, i did fall in a river.” ranboo shrugged, as much as he could in it’s hold. “the rain didn’t exactly help me warm up, either.”

the giant hummed again, before it looked around. it’s eyes seemed to land on what he believed to be a fireplace. he can only assume that, as there didn’t actually seem to be any wood or kindling in the fireplace.

he could hear the beast mutter under it’s breath, something about how it ‘should have brought the logs inside’. no doubt the wood would be too damp to use by now.

he jumped a bit as the hand briefly held him closer to it’s chest, the beast mumbling, “could keep it close while i nap,” before shaking it’s head, putting the hand back down, “no, don’t wanna accidentally crush it in my sleep.”

it was then ranboo realized it was thinking up of ways to warm him up. a little bit of his fear dissipated at that. maybe.. it wasn’t going to hurt him? surely, if it was, it wouldn’t be trying to help him.

the beast huffed shortly, saying, “could put you in the oven, that’ll warm you up for sure.”

he froze, fear rising back up in an instant. no no, god please don’t-

“ah shit- hey hey, kid, calm down, i was kidding.” the beast brought him closer to his face, concern and a tinge of regret in it’s eyes. as he let the words sink in, his breathing slowed down, he wasn’t even aware he was hyperventilating.

oh. it.. it was a joke.

pretty bad joke, if you ask him — though, he’s certainly not gonna say that out loud.

“alright, that’s on me, shouldn’t have done that.” the beast spoke up again, now that he calmed down slightly. “my bad.”

“it’s... it’s fine.” it wasn’t, not really, but he wasn’t quite going to be honest when he was literally in it’s grasp. he already felt like he was walking on a thin line with how he broke in.

the giant went back to looking around, but unfortunately, it didn’t seem to find anything that would satisfy it.

the beast huffed again, and ranboo’s panic grew a little. what happens when it decides to just cut it’s loses in him? what happens when it decides he’s not worth the effort?

“uh- you don’t, you don’t have to do anything for me, i’ll be fine.” he hunched his shoulders, “i can- i can manage on my own, i don’t wanna be a- a bother, i can leave, i won’t- i can-”

“kid, i’m not gonna make you leave.” the beast cut him off, “it’s raining down hard out there, you could get sick. hell, you might already be sick.”

ranboo’s shoulders hunched further, but before dread could really sink into his gut, the giant continued.

“i don’t mind you staying here ‘till the rain stops, it’s not gonna be too much of a trouble. ‘sides, looks like it’s not gonna stop for a while. you really don’t wanna be out there.”

his shoulders slumped, as he looked outside again. yeah, no, it’s right, he doesn’t think he would make it even halfway out of the forest now, let alone all the way over to his foster’s house, wherever that even is.

he’s stuck in here with something a hundred times his size.

something that could kill him without even trying.

god, he wants to go home.

he doesn’t even know what home is to him, anymore.

the beast looked deep in thought again, he can only assume it was still looking for something to warm him up. it’s... nice, almost, that it was looking out for him. not a lot of people in his life actually cared for him, or his needs, beyond the bare minimum.

it was an unfamiliar feeling. he didn’t know how he felt about it.

why did this.. this giant, something out of a fairy tale, something that he barely knew for.. what, ten minutes, now? care more for him than all of the adults he met combined?

it didn’t really feel fair. why now? why, after all this time? why this?

ranboo was getting too worked up, he needed to calm down. the last thing he needed was to breakdown in the grasp of a giant beast.

..should he still be calling it a beast? it can clearly talk, and communicate. calling it an, well.. it, seems rude now, even if it was only in his head.

he looked back up at the giant, who now seemed to be staring at him with a contemplative, almost hesitant look in it’s- their eyes.

that.... that can’t be good.

“i.. have an idea, of how to warm you up.” they started. “but i don’t know if you’ll like it.”

oh, well that’s definitely not a good sign!

“wh… what is it…?” ranboo asked tentatively.

the giant paused, a look of confliction in their eyes. dread was filling in his gut again. he didn’t think he wanted to know anymore, actually, thank you very much!

“i-i’m fine, you don’t need to do anything, honestly, i’ll live! just, wrap me up in a blanket, or- or something.” ranboo stammered, trying his best to hunch into himself.

“you’re freezing to the touch, kid, there’s no way you aren't sick.” the giant said, raising him up a bit. “the blanket won’t do much if you have hypothermia.”

ranboo paused at that. he hated how the giant was right, he’s so cold that his teeth aren’t even shattering anymore, but.. why were they so hesitant about it?

“look-” the giant started, before stopping themselves. they were still for a minute, thinking about something, before sighing. “kid, you’re gonna be fine, alright? i’m not gonna hurt you. you’ll be safe, safe, ‘kay?”

well that isn’t concerning in the slightest.

“wh- what are you doing?” ranboo said, his squirming picking up again, albeit weaker than before.

the giant sighed again. “this isn’t going to go well,” they muttered under their breath, before steeling themselves, and lifting him up again. higher, higher and higher than before, closer to their face.

his squirming intensified, terror and confusion and dread rising steadily. he didn’t know what the giant was planning and that scared him.

“p-put me down, p-please-!” ranboo yelled, trying to free his arms from the grip — he can’t do it, he can’t do anything, he doesn’t know what’s happening.

“you’re gonna be okay, kid,” the giant says softly to him again, before opening their mouth wide.

that’s when he realized what was gonna happen to him.

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #my writing #tiny!ranboo #giant!techno #asks #vore tw #cabin in the woods au #i started this the night after i first got it; and it’s been almost a week since then dindkdbsknsksn #<< update it has now been two weeks since i got this #i started this to procrastinate on my three secret santas that i thought we’re good ideas to sign up for #and THEN i started procrastinating on this #i’m a mess /lh didnkdbsks

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