Everything from my the âcan writeâ and âcannot writeâ portions of my rules list applies here. I am happy to write any character so long as its legal. (No minors and or non-sapient animals in vore scenarios. No real people either.) Other than that, I can do whatever!
All you have to do is shoot me a DM, either on here or on discord (SpiritfangTheWolf#6574) and weâll work out the details over there.
Pricing:
$12- Anything in the range of up to about 3,000 words long. Most of my âLol Storiesâ fall in this range.
$18- Anything in the range of about 3,000 to 5,000 words long. Most of the episodes of âThe Story Of P.O.V.â fall in this range.
$25- Anything in the range of about 5,000 to 8,000 words long, which is a range I rarely dabble in, but do on occasion.
Anything above that weâll have to discuss in DMs.
Some details of a proposed story may require up-pricing, but this will vary and is only applicable case by case, and will have to be discussed privately in DMs.
Payment:
Once the story is done, I will send you a PayPal payment link, and you can pay from there.
Even though this blog started off as a writing blog, Iâve decided to post the vore art that Iâve made here, too. This was my very first time drawing internals.
The characters here are from a really obscure Warrior Cats fan game called âWarriors: Road to Immortalityâ
Basically, Falconheart (the pred) is one of my custom protagonist characters, and I defeated Rabbitclaw (the prey, and the most powerful fighter in the game), with her.
Y'all haven't seen me in a hot minute, haven't you? I'm most likely not returning, because college is coming up, but I am here to celebrate with you on this special day!
Voideyes, Dove, and Kittypet are all from this really obscure Warrior Cats fangame called Warriors: Road to Immortality.
Kittypet is also technically the reader, because they're the placeholder for the player's custom cat protagonist character.
WARNING: EXTREMELY GRAPHIC UNWILLING DIGESTION! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Kittypet suffered in their sleep.
     Yes, the exact same Kittypet who had joined ThunderClan as an apprentice many moons ago. They were well past graduation, now.
     Any cat that hadnât stolen essentially the entire stash of Catnip within their Medicine Catâs den and proceeded to ram their head against the ground for ten minutes straight, claiming that: âThe worms! The worms are gonna suffocate!â
     âŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ.
      -would expect to wake up exactly where they had fallen asleep. And this was true for Kittypet, too.Â
     Well, sort of. They had fallen asleep in their nest in ThunderClanâs camp. And while they most certainly awoke in ThunderClanâs camp, they did not do so in their nest.
     They let out aâŠI suppose you could call it a yawn, if a yawn were to include a sharp gargling from the back of the throat and a few seconds of vicious full-body jerking. They then spent a solid thirty seconds locked in a thousand-yard glassy-eyed stare, limbs extended as if they were about to take off towards StarClan. And my oh my, if Kittypet didnât WISH they could join StarClan for the totality of their existence in this plane.   Â
     Eventually, Kittypetâs sore, cramping lungs desperately forced an exhale, though a following inhale seemed downright impossible to permit. And that was when the dull, yet acute and radiating ache localized at the surface of their abdominal region was able to send its pain signals to their brain.
     Kittypet instinctively yowled before becoming meticulously aware of each and every single nerve ending at the site of their current agony.Â
     Their head swiveled downwards, as if all of their muscles had vanished a moment prior, their eyes thus making contact with rock. Combining this current information with what they longed they couldnât feel, Kittypet was able to deduce they were lying belly-down upon a sharp, yet jagged tip of the rock.
     And then their brain processed what vast, yet formerly indecipherable smudges of detail they had previously perceived, before the rock was a part of their knowledge. A gag was heaved out of their currently shriveled lungs.
     They looked up. Then left. Then right. Then left. Then center. Then down. Then up. Then center. Then left.
     Indeed. Their worst fears had been confirmed.Â
     Aside from this, they only needed their periphery to discern what was directly at their sides. Right now, though, Kittypet needed to finish their thoughts about ThunderClanâs camp. WellâŠitâd be closer to the truth to say âThunderClanâ âs camp, but at this point did that really make a difference?
     The Warriorâs den to the left still had a giant rock on top of it. Kittypet wondered where the remaining Warriors slept. Or, before even that, where they even were in the first place. AndâŠwho they even wereâŠin the first place.
     Kittypet turned their head right, towards the nursery, and was instantaneously struck with the same exact combination of terror, mourning, and disbelief they had experienced upon their first encounter with that nursery. Taking shortened, labored, miniscule breaths, one after the other, in through their nose, Kittypet was still able to recognize the Kitsâ scents.Â
     Including Dawnkitâs.
     Kittypet wasnât sure whether to feel relieved that she hadnât been killed again, or sorrowful that she was still here.
    As well, in attempting to take in the Kitsâ scents, Kittypet had also taken in the scents of the two cats lying next to them. Or, rather, the two prey-sized corpses of the two cats lying beside their, as they now understood, equally shrunken form. The exact same cats as last time, no doubt. Kittypet didnât even need to wonder how they hadnât become crow-food yet.
     The scent that Briarstar on the left exuded indicated thatâŠwhoever he actually isâŠor⊠wasâŠin thisâŠplaceâŠhe had died in his sleep. Which checked out considering how old, andâŠdecrepit, andâŠsenile wasnât the best word, but it wasnât like Kittypet was in any position to think of a better one.
     Nettleclaw on the right, on the other paw, positively exuded shock. Whatever had managed to overpower herâŠKittypet could only think of a few candidates, and one of them was Rabbitclaw. Kittypet shuddered. They wouldnât put it past the Clawmaster. That cat was made of only two things: Wind, and ego.
     At this point, having become fully aware of their situation, Kittypet couldâve focused all of their energy into getting themself off the rock.
     Couldâve.
     Had the shadow of a small bird not descended over the grass lying in front of them, sending them into the panic response of immobility.
     And as if the situation wasnât soul-suckingly horrid enough as it was, it got worse.
     Way. Way. Way. Way. Way. Worse.
     Kittypet lamented over the fact they couldnât scream the catâs name, though for what possible reason, not even they knew.
     The ghostly pure white cat, eyes void and mouth null, calmly strode towards Kittypet, who remained painstakingly aware of each pawstep. Whilst a constant pulse of anguish seared deep into Kittypetâs abdomen, the horrid, fur-spiking cat progressively stole more and more space within their field of view.
     As if able to sense their languishing vocal chords, incapable of overcoming their imposed choking strains, Voideyes spoke up themself.Â
     âHush your suffering, my little prey. Everything will be over soon.â
     Before Kittypet could even begin the process of gathering together all the mental resources they would need to process those words, Voideyesâ head tilted downwards, moving forwards soon thereafter, at an ominous, gradual pace.
     Only able to recognize on an implicit level the question of how Voideyes could possibly eat prey without a mouth, their question was instantaneously struck down once the spectral catâs skin where their mouth should be made contact with their form.
     Phasing through the barrier as if it had never existed at all, Kittypet was promptly graced with the strangling presence of darkness. It was quite the good thing then, that they, as all cats do, possessed night vision.
     Rather than sight, however, the very first sense which granted Kittypet information was smell. They recognized those scents. All of them. Swirling about within the dampened midsts of Voideyesâ maw, were many fellow ThunderClan cats. Ravenwing. Amberflame. Galeflower. Kestreleye.Â
     âŠ..
     Uncertainty gouged into Kittypetâs mind.Â
     They intook one great final whiff.Â
     Tempestcloud?
       That was when Voideyesâ tongue made its move, in order to engulf, fully, Kittypetâs form within their maw. Kittypet spasmed as the piercing, rigid papillae upon the warm, slimy muscle compressed against their skin⊠the result of which granted Voideyes just enough time to slip the shuddering body inside. All the way inside.
     Now, it was just Kittypet, and Voideyesâ pointed, glistening fangs. Far sharper, shinier and, perhaps most bloodcurdling-ly of all, numerous, than a catâs fangs ever should be. Pitch black gums lay close beyond, as the tongue began to pull itself backwards.
        Kittypetâs head brushed against Voideyesâ plump, dangling uvula, before their eyes, dragged by nothing but desire to comprehend, bore deep into their shadowy pharynx. Kittypet strained to make out where their mouth ended and their esophagus began. Yet, any attempt to reach a satisfying conclusion was curbed into dismal futility the moment wings flapping leisurely gave way to gentle cooing.
     Kittypetâs heart ceased, their breathing halting mid-exhale. And then, for reasons they had long stopped trying to question, they found their body was wholly flipped around, gazing vacantly towards the front of the maw.
     Through a steeled duration of stillness, Kittypet awaited another coo.They knew for a fact it was coming. First, however, they were met with the decidedly different sensation of squelching esophageal muscles squeezing around their legs and tail, dragging them downwards into the slick tube. No more than a second later, Dove peered her head inside.
     Kittypetâs soul collapsed. Voideyesâ three words screeched throughout the collectivity of their being. The squishy echoes of another gulp rang boisterously around the maw, pulling their lower body into the esophagus. The words boomed louder and louder within Kittypetâs eardrums, forcing their heart rate to imitate. Dove merely cocked her head and took a singular step forwards.
     At this point, Kittypetâs innate survival reflexes mandated an override of their fear response to remain still and silent, physically forcing them to finish exhaling, before gagging in a breath of oxygen. There was no feasible way they could pay any possible mind to Doveâs piqued interest in this sudden physical change. She took two steps forwards, nearly bringing her beingâs entirety inside with them.
     âGETAWAYGETAWAYGETAWAYGETAWAYGETAWAYGETAWAYGETAWAY!â
     Kittypet wailed in their mind, with a terror for their life far eclipsing the one Voideyes was currently evoking.
     Dove, seemingly also able to read minds, was encouraged only to walk further in. Her full body was now inside Voideyesâ maw, whilst Kittypetâs chest became entrapped by the ghost catâs esophagus.
     âCooooo-ooooooooo?â Dove trilled from her own throat as she only drew closer.Â
     Voideyes swallowed one more time, leaving only Kittypetâs head and arms outside their esophagus. And then, something shattered inside Kittypet.
      âSAVE ME, DOVE!â
     âC-Cooo?â
     Dove leaned in towards Kittypet, her large, dark, beady eyes protruding from each side of her head. She seemed to seep directly into Kittypet, her gaze alone severing the connection between their body and mind, before her claws slid smoothly around their heart.
     *Click*
     Kittypetâs consciousness returned just in time to observe Voideyesâ gnashed fangs tightening the pressure between their hold, as if fully intent on fusing together.
     The last thing Kittypet could sense was a horrified: âOOOOOOO-COOOOOOOO!â before their head and arms slipped beyond Voideyesâ pharynx.
     With each consecutive wave of peristalsis, Kittypet felt their own throat closing up even tighter. So much blood pounded within the veins between the swollen walls, that the resulting heat may as well be sealing it shut.
     Drenched in totality by the combination of saliva flowing down from the maw, and mucus lubricating the esophageal lumen, Kittypetâs sopped fur clung stiff to their skin, drawing the muscular tubeâs unique tactile perceptions even closer to their being.
     The fierce, stinging fever in their forehead brought to their ears a consistent, overpowering thump, categorically overriding any possible attempt to aurally detect anything beyond.
     Kittypetâs time could only draw out for so long, however, and the moment they could sense that their tail, which had previously been brushing against the esophageal walls, was now against nothing but air, their brainâs grip on their own consciousness staggered furthur.Â
     With their sanity crackling like a hollow twig beneath a paw, the rest of Kittypetâs body inevitably dove beyond the lower esophageal sphincter as well. A moment of freefalling ensued. And then, Kittypet ruptured.
     Sizzling shadowy waters fervently engulfed Kittypetâs form as their twitching body remained just buoyant enough to avoid drowning. Having sensed the arrival of a meal, the gastric pits in Voideyesâ stomach walls began secreting the enzymes they needed to digest it.Â
     As protein âscalesâ comprised the outer layers of their fur shaft cuticles, with layers of proteins, (as well as lipids), lying in-between, proteases enclosed upon Kittypetâs body. Hydrochloric acid proceeded with activating pepsinogen into pepsin, and denaturation, (through ionization), of different protein structure levels commenced, each of which subsequently lost their functions.
     The keratinocyte proteins upon Kittypetâs epidermis were similarly denatured by the pepsin, searing away at their fur follicles as they permeated into the dermis, simultaneously causing nociceptors in the dermis, (signaled first by their epidermal free nerve endings), to release neurotransmitters into the central nervous system. All the way up to the brain.
     Kittypet stopped thinking.Â
     Consciously, semi-consciously, and unconsciously.Â
     The electrical signals within their brain fuzzed around for a while, before fizzling out of existence entirely.Â
     From there, the gastric acid burned into the hypodermis, breaching Kittypetâs veins and arteries, and dying the deathly waters around them a rich, vicious red. The red blood cells, white blood cells, plasma, and platelets, swirled around amongst the pepsin in cellular disorientation, inevitably succumbing to the gastric enzymesâ denaturation. Â
     As the stomach was unable to, (fully), break down lipids, the digestion of the fats within their subcutaneous tissues was a job reserved, instead, to the duodenum of the small intestine.
     Regardless, being a liquid, the gastric acid merely seeped around the lipids, dissolving into Kittypetâs muscles, (their skeletal muscles, specifically), that which are known for their compositions of proteins. The connective tissues of the epimysium, followed by the endomysium and perimysium, each had their collagen fibers ravaged to unrecognizability as the pepsin continued their work. Now, they had access to Kittypetâs smooth and cardiac muscles.
     Soon enough, all that remained of Kittypet was their skeleton. Sloshing around within the lifeless cellular chyme of their own remains.
     Said chyme was thus churned, by the very same merciless stomach, through the pylorus, where the process of digestion would finish, via amylase and lipase from the pancreas.Â
      Meanwhile, however, Kittypetâs indigestible bones began to render themselves to transparency. They faded out from the ghastly waters, and into external reality. Far from floating aimlessly, within the harrowing, lethal depths of Voideyes' stomach, the bones appeared instead, to rearrange their spatial structure, all by themselves, onto a nest within ThunderClanâs camp.
Iâve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:
IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.
1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.
2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? Itâs the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.
3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word âsuicide.â
4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, âPass the URL of the blog on to us.â
5. Type in the userâs URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.
TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USERâS LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.
Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isnât a joke, and neither is someoneâs life. If you didnât know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.
Another trade story I wrote for @luci-voracious-blog, a crossover between Pikmin, and Ripper from total drama. Odd combination, I know, but it works.
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The sun bore its rays down upon the open, grassy dirt grounds of the Sun-Speckled Terrace. The few, spread-out trees in the region swayed gently within the silent breeze, as the native birds chirped and warbled over the skies. The population of Pikmin in this region had been increasing significantly ever since the Rescue Corps had introduced new sub-species (such as Red Pikmin and Glow Pikmin) to the area. This meant that the recently imported Pikmin living in the terrace would have to learn how to adapt to their new environment, a process which had mostly been guided by the native sub-species themselves.
Thus, as one, singular, lone Red Pikmin apprehensively parted a clump of taller grass to peer through, a solemn âWa-squee?â noise rang out a couple of centimeters from his miniscule form. Destined only to die out and sink down towards the sparsely-short-grass-covered dirt of the area now before him. The area in question was the one which featured many strange inorganic objects, such as the cube-shaped, brightly colored wood that wasnât a part of any tree, nor bore any leaves, which no Pikmin had ever been able to fully comprehend.
The Red Pikmin eventually stepped through the aforementioned clump of grass, and took a moment to gaze around for his friends. It had only been a couple of minutes since he had last seen them. He knew they had gone somewhere behind the tree located closest to the strange tall, gray object standing firmly upon the forest floor, but where they couldâve gone after that was a complete and total mystery to the poor Red Pikmin. Since he had no other leads, however, it would only come as a natural decision that the tree would be the best place to go and search around for the moment. So, the tiny plant-like individual heaved out a high-pitched âHaaah~â before at last, he embarked upon the awfully long journey towards the tree, plodding along with his two thin, stumpy legs, and attentively scanning his surroundings for helpful details.
In the end, however, the unfortunate, miniscule, sole Red Pikmin would not even need to make it halfway, before all of the gigantic, horrific details that the teensy creature would possibly need to know decided to do the revealing all by himself.
*THUMP!*
âEep? WAAAA!â
âAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! OH, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, LITTLE GUY? YA LOOKINâ FOR ALL YOUR EQUALLY INSIGNIFICANT FRIENDS? OH WAIT! THATâS RIGHT! I ATE ALL YOUR FRIENDS! *PFFFFFFFT*!â
Instantly petrifying the feeble Pikmin into stiffened paralysis as a considerable amount of rouge spit from the mocking fart noise succumb to gravity and landed down onto his stagnant form, it was thus only a matter of bending down and hauling the terrified Pikmin up by the leaf for the decidedly out-of-place Total Drama contestant known as Ripper. Forming a crooked and devious grin as he brought the tiny creature up to his face, Ripper wasted absolutely zero time in further traumatizing his prey by resuming his bout of vulgar yelling the very next moment.
âALSO, YOU CANâT UNDERSTAND ME ANYWAY, SO IâM SURE YOU WONâT MIND IF I GO AHEAD AND MAKE YOU USEFUL FOR SOMETHING!â
Now inescapably captured within the merciless grasp of the relative giant, the utterly shocked and wholly stunned Red Pikmin (who, indeed, couldnât comprehend English), could only dangle there in horrific agony as his fate remained locked in the clutch of the humongous Ripper.
Steadily narrowing his eyes as he began to lift the Pikmin above his head, Ripper thus prepared himself for one last bout of self-serving screeching, before he revealed to his prey his fate.
âWELP, ENOUGH MESSING AROUND!â
he thus hollered out with a scoff,
âTIME TO JOIN THEM!â
The Red Pikmin, of course, had absolutely no way of understanding what Ripper was actually planning to do with him. All he had been able to determine thus far was that whoever this strange giant was, he was most definitely not a friend. It was for this exact reason then, that the miniature plant-like critter only began to freak out once the characteristically unlikable man finally parted his two jaws. Revealing at long last, his warm, slimy, pinkish, gaping maw.
âAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!â
Ripper teasingly let out with a still very prominent smirk on his face, rubbing his fingers between the Red Pikminâs leaf, as said Pikmin, now knowing what Ripper wanted to do, naturally began to desperately flair around and squeal in nothing but pure terror for his very life.
âAwwwww, now isnât that cute?â Ripper sarcastically, though slightly laboriously mumbled out from his still-open maw. âWhat, do you think youâre gonna make me feel sorry with that kind of begging?â
The Red Pikmin only continued to squeak and thrash around in utter hysteria.
âWELL TOO BAD FOR YOU! HAH!â
And with that, Ripper released his two fingers from the leaf, and observed the following seconds in pure bliss. His prey was now left with zero choice but to tumble downwards through the air, plunging past his widened jaws in due time, until eventually, landing on the tongue.
The instant that Ripper felt the impact on the middle of the squishy, wet muscle was the instant he snapped his jaws shut, and brought his head back down to its natural position. Not only was this to prevent any possibility of escape, but also to further distill unfiltered dread into the Red Pikmin, as he steadily raised his tongue up towards the mawâs very top.
The jittering Red Pikmin within could only give an instantaneous âEEE-WEEH!â noise upon sensing his leaf scraping against the rough ridges at the roof of Ripperâs maw. Due to this jolt, his being was no longer in a position where he could consciously process the area around him. Subconsciously, however, the poor, teeny creatureâs chest, and the lower sides of all four limbs, were soaking up far more heat than the rest of his body, as they were right up against Ripperâs tongue. This was mostly the same with the sensation of wetness, but since several drops of thick saliva had been constantly dripping down onto his form from the hard palate above, the sense was not elusive to that region.
In terms of sound, Ripper had naturally been taking breaths in and out through his nose, which connected with the maw through the nasopharynx and trachea in the back. In true Ripper fashion, though, he had been deliberately increasing the intensity with which he took in and released said breaths, causing non-stop heavings of air to echo about the sealed chamber, only compounding the terror the Red Pikmin was experiencing, and ensuring it would only get worse once the plant-like-critter slid closer to up to Ripperâs pharynx.
In order to accomplish this further insulation of trauma, however, Ripper would first need to tilt his head back once again, causing the Red Pikmin within to slip just a little ways deeper upon the downwards sloping muscle of the tongue. Luckily for him, however, due to the fact that hard palate didnât follow this curve, he wasnât at risk of getting his leaf scraped up anymore. On the subject of the hard palate, though, Ripper on the outside was very well aware that if it was lowered down this far, as it currently was, his prey would not be able to get a preview of the pharynx, much less the laryngopharynx, until he was fully gulped down. As a result, Ripper raised up the natural roof of the maw to just as far as it could stretch, without parting the lips and allowing escape. Now, he was ready at last to swallow the Pikmin.
Back on the inside of the maw, it was only after this was completed that the unfortunate, doomed, poor Red Pikmin was able to view the swaying, plump, bulbous uvula, as it dangled down from the soft palate, in all its glory. Suddenly snapping his gaze directly upwards in a newfound, unexplainable fascination with the organ, the tiny, wide-eyed, minute being went on to give a transfixed âAaaaaaaah!â, at the swaying sack of flesh which would naturally distract him temporarily from the fact that he was still sliding down the length of the tongue, whilst surrounded by the reverberating huffs of Ripperâs breathing.
The positively mesmerized Red Pikmin was only snapped back to reality, in fact, once the upwards shooting, high-pressure geyser of air expelling outwards from Ripperâs windpipe finally struck his miniature form.
âWHEEP!â the poor creature squealed out as he now stared down into the larynx, the multiple folds of the vocal cords wavering greatly, as Ripper let out a final villainous gaggle out towards his shuddering prey. A second later, at long last, the maniacal manâs epiglottis covered up the larynxâs entryway, so that the Pikmin would be squeezed into the upper esophageal sphincter instead, where the esophagus would guide him towards his stomach.
The Red Pikmin squeaked out a flurry of cries in visceral terror as the sphincter squelched him past the region of the pharynx, forcing him past the slim threads of prior hope, and leaving him quivering and trilling in despair, as the involuntary motions of peristalsis ensured his eventual arrival into the churning, deadly chamber below.
Due to the fact that his width was far lesser than the resting width of the esophagus, the experience of peristalsis for the Red Pikmin was not as claustrophobic as it would be for most hypothetical prey moving down. Each time the longitudinal muscles contracted at his feet and his head to push him further along, the region in the middle, (the muscles currently relaxed in their resting position), gave him just enough room to move his arms. Fruitlessly attempting to utilize this fact in order to stick himself in place by pushing against the esophageal walls, in irrational hopes of possibly halting his dreadful journey altogether, the slowly draining reserves of not just said hope but also sanity only continued to lower with each shove deeper into Ripperâs body. The Red Pikmin knew for a tentative fact that this action would not save him in the slightest. Yet as long as said fact remained tentative, and not absolute, he refused to give up his desperate trying.
Ripper on the outside was actually somewhat able to feel all this going on. And so, simply due to the fact that Ripper was Ripper, a heaving guffaw and an aggressive knee-slap was the singular possible instantaneous response that could have ever come out of the man. Heavy chortles from this display of attempted survival strained his lungs into panting and gagging. A couple of tears of unfathomable hilarity dripped outwards from his tear ducts to the ground, as he incessantly wheezed, now hunched over, both hands on his knees in wobbly elation. The Red Pikmin was, in turn, somewhat able to hear this within. It was, however, significantly muffled, and something which the tiny critter had absolutely no clue the meaning of, anyway. Utterly incomprehensible in almost exactly the same manner as the sudden deep pounding crescendoing by the second down ahead made no sense to the Pikmin either.
This pounding, of course, regardless of its unrecognizability to the Pikmin, was the thumping of Ripperâs human heart, the speed of which had significantly increased since the non-stop bout of cruel laughter had begun just a minute ago. The Red Pikmin squeaked forth a soft âEep?â in confusion to this new sound, but still, was focused mainly on staying alive. Ultimately, however, the two centimeter tall, single, feeble, fragile Red Pikmin had absolutely no way to escape the inevitable. Due to the fact that Ripperâs heart was pounding harder than it normally would be, the Red Pikmin had been unable to detect the signature growling emulating from the stomach as the esophagus ensured he approached it. This, quite unfortunately, meant that the Pikmin had absolutely no clue when he was going to exit the esophagus until the lower esophageal sphincter finally entered into his view.
âEEP! WEE-EHE! EEEEEEE!â the ill-fated creature cried out, as the sphincter squelched him out, and into the cavernous, deadly chamber of Ripperâs gurgling stomach at last.
âWEEH-WEEH!â the Red Pikmin screeched out as he fell. Unable to see, well, anything, due to the lack of any light inside the stomach, there was absolutely nothing that he could do in order to preemptively prepare himself for the impact.
âEEK!â he yelped out upon the inescapable collision, causing, as a result, the poor Pikminâs full being to wholly stall. Whatever he had ended up landing on, ( again, there was no way he could tell without light), it was somewhat squishy and damp, which meant that he was not immediately splattered into gunk upon the initial landing. Yet, the shock still thoroughly remained. Thus, the Red Pikmin remained unmoving, incapable of any complex thought for the moment. He had absolutely no idea how long he would remain this way. Nor did he have any idea that he lacked a way of knowing this in the first place.
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âEep?â
âEe-woop?â
âWah?â
âWAH! EEP-BA!â
âWoh~â
âBee-wap! Ah-eee!â
It could have been anywhere from a few minutes to a few hours when the Red Pikmin could begin to comprehend these sounds once more. With his being still jolted and frazzled, the little critter was still unable to process every single one of the implications behind what, exactly, he was hearing. Yet, he still understood, but implicitly, what they were. And that, for him, was the realization that snapped him aware.
âWEEP!â he let out in startled excitement. In this oncoming bout of newfound energy, the Red Pikmin found himself nearly bouncing his way to his feet, giving a spontaneous âO?â in the midst, from the sudden observation that somehow there was now light around him. And then, when he landed, everything finally snapped into place.
âWEEEE!â
âAHH!â
âWEEP-WOOP!â
âBEEBEE!â
âWAAAH!â
The Red Pikmin was positively flooded with an onset, rushing feeling of glee. Blissfully bouncing up and down at the sight of his three Pikmin friends right before him, with his friends soon after following suit, the Red Pikmin only continued beeping rapidly in surgeing euphoria, whilst his Yellow Pikmin, Blue Pikmin, and Glow Pikmin friends squeaked back far more calmly at him; in order to swiftly fill in their friend on what, precisely, had happened after they had been initially separated.
Just as Ripper had screeched himself a while ago, the group of three had been previously captured and swallowed by the man, a little after they had gone behind the tree. Then, with the help of the Glow Pikminâs bioluminescence, they had been wandering around the edge of the acid pool in the stomach (the Blue Pikmin figured out the liquid was acid the hard way, after initially dipping in his foot), yet were unable to find a way out.
Once he had been told all of this, the Red Pikmin gave an understanding: âAh!â in response. That did explain quite a lot. Including the fact that he hadnât been initially sizzled away in the acids upon his paralyzing entry.
A little while after the Red Pikmin had finished contemplating everything, then, due to the fact that they didn't really have any other options, the newfound group of four ultimately decided together that they needed to continue exploring, in hopes of finally discovering a way out.
Giving a firm nod to himself, then, and preparing his being for the journey ahead, the Red Pikmin thus gave a friendly motion towards the Glow Pikmin, who, due to his bioluminescence, had essentially become the leader by default.
Responding with a small nod of his own, and as a result, confirming that the group should get going again, the Glow Pikmin proceeded to float ahead of his three Piknin friends. His ghost-like tail went on to gently sway behind all of them, as they casually plodded behind in readied resolve.
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âHaaaaaahhhhhhh~â The Red Pikmin sighed out rather lightly, his fall-exhausted, terror-recovering being hunched over just slightly as he continued.
The Blue Pikmin and Yellow Pikmin at his sides gave a slightly concerned âWee?âat this sight, but the Red Pikmin only gently shook his head in response, knowing that finding an exit was far more important than stopping for a rest at the moment.
With his eyes now diverted down towards the rather squishy stomach floor, the Red Pikmin consequently examined its movements. On the floor, the muscles made occasional small, wave-like rippling movements. That was something which wasnât exactly a large hindrance for any in the group, but nonetheless, it still ensured that everyone needed to pay attention, so they wouldnât accidentally trip over one of the waves and splat downwards right onto their face. The Red Pikmin then glanced upwards towards his floating Glow Pikmin friend. Internally, he groaned just a bit, wishing tremendously that he could float just like him.
The path along the edge of the acid pool was wide enough that all three Pikmin in the back could move along on the same row without getting uncomfortably close to each other, but narrow enough to where the Glow Pikminâs glow still illuminated the stomach wall to their left, as well as bit of the pool to their right. Shifting his eyes to the left first, the Red Pikmin was able to study the movements of said wall far more closely. The very first thing he noticed in doing this was that the wallsâ motions were far more pronounced and frequent than that of the floorâs. Outwards, then inwards they churned, sometimes shoving against their own protruding, slickened parts as they did. When this happened, the air would be swiftly squeezed out of the region, causing a gurgle or glorping sound to be released.
Finally, the Red Pikmin gazed over to the right of the path, and onto the acid pool as a result. A horrific, visceral shudder jostled through his minute being as he did. The liquids really did appear water-like at first.
Tightening up his jittering body as he glanced down at the slight acid burn upon his Blue Pikmin buddyâs left foot, The Red Pikmin suppressed a squeak of fright, as his eyes glanced back over at the pool. Sloshing and churning around against the edges of the path the group was taking, the acids, upon a closer inspection of their motions, actually appeared to be the thing that was producing the most ambiance in the stomach. Not only with the swishing around of their contents, and the rapid sizzling away of any kind of solid object inside, but also with the growling which resulted whenever any air was sucked down into their waves. Spontaneously releasing upwards with a pop, the acids would only drag them back down again towards their depths. And thus, this dastardly cycle would repeat ad infinitum. Or, for just as long as the organ could operate. The Red Pikmin could not hold it back any longer.
Releasing a high-pitched, quivering âEEEEEEEEEEE!â after so long in the cruel waterâs sight, The Red Pikmin shuddered visibly onto the rest of the Pikmin group. Eventually, he was met with a sympathetic âAaaaah-â from his friends, with the Blue Pikmin even patting him on the back. This seemed to indicate for the Red Pikmin that his friends understood how he felt. They knew it was horrible, as well, and that now, they knew with absolute certainty that they did NOT want to go down there.
âHu?â the Red Pikmin perked up in confusion. His three friends immediately, though silently, pointed over towards something that was out of his current line of sight, (since he was still hunching over significantly). Then, the Red Pikminâs two pupils instantly dilated.
Though none of the Pikmin had any knowledge of its name, that was indeed the pylorus. The Glow Pikminâs light illuminated its opening into the duodenum, allowing a lot of thoroughly digested chime to flow through. Eventually, the sphincter closed again, and the four Pikmin were left utterly speechless.
âOooh-pea-waah?â the Yellow Pikmin eventually spoke, so the group could try to figure out what to do next. Between the traveling they had done before the Red Pikmin joined them, and all of the subsequent traveling thereafter, the group had essentially traversed the entire arc length of the path that lay just beyond the acid pool. The only potential exits they had discovered in all that time were the one that they had entered in from, and this newfound pylorus, which quite obviously did not lead outside.
So, then what were the four to do?
âHmmm-ee-pah?â The Blue Pikmin suggested moments later.
âAa-nee-haaah.â The Glow Pikmin responded to his friend. He was a little skeptical at first that the Blue Pikminâs idea was any good, but still, it was a potential possibility.
âWap-hee!â The Yellow Pikmin added in, reminding everyone that as long as they were stuck down here, causing their capturer pain was the very least they could do to get some recompense.
This comment immediately caused the Glow Pikmin to perk up. That was very true after all.
âEET! YEEWAH!â the Red Pikmin called out in realization. The other three immediately turned their attention towards him. The Red Pikmin proceeded to gently stroke his head stem and his leaf. And just like that, the other three Pikmin knew exactly what they needed to do.
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âAhhhhhhhâŠâŠwell. That wasâŠexpectedly easy.â Ripper boasted to himself with a scoff, as he placed both his hands over his abdomen.
At this point in time, Ripper had sat himself down up against the very tree that heâd ambushed the first three Pikmin behind. Heâd placed his left leg over his right, and was now just purely enjoying himself. He was all but expecting the four tiny creatures heâd eaten to be fully digested and dead by now, and hardly expected any problems at all to pop up because of his consumption of all of said critters.
And that was when Ripper lurched upwards, whilst instinctively gasping in air.
âW-AH-WHA-â he attempted to formulate into a sentence through sudden abdominal pain.
âWHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS GOING ON DOWN THERE?â
He finally managed to get the words out whilst viciously clutching his stomach, and rapidly breathing in and out in sheer agony.
âH OW-I-HUH? THIS DOESNâT MAKE SENSE AT ALL!â
Yet, to the four resilient Pikmin inside, it not only made total sense, but caused them to giggle out in glee as they continued to hop and slap about their stems, whipping them against Ripperâs stomach wall, as well as the floor which they had fallen on, in non-stop ecstasy and joy.
âWEE-HEE!â
âWA-HOO!â
âWEE-BEEEE!â
They continuously cried out to each other.
None of them knew whether this little affair would help them escape, or if they would still be stuck down here after its eventual closure. And yet, in the moment, none of that even mattered in the slightest. All that the four Pikmin cared about was the fact that their capturer, the one who had swallowed them whole, the one who was now collapsed face-first on the floor in writhing anguish, and the one who had never stopped for even a millisecond to truly think about his actions at all, was now facing consequences at last.
