I gotta go through my backlog of shit, so a lot of the stuff I’m gonna me posting for a bit is gonna be a tad old
Anyways some of the first vore drawings I did back when I had no fucking clue what I was doing (I still have no clue what I’m doing)
NOW REVERSE IT !!!! (Lowkey wanna write something about this idkkkkk)
Bonus bullshit, first thing I ever posted to my twt alt. It is very important to me that they are both very null and therefore gotta get a lil weird with it
Yes almost everything I draw will be of this quality
Yearning so bad rn.. I need to watch a man's discomfort written across his face as he tries to push my small body into his mouth and throat, hear him choke as he's swallowing me, feel the tightness of his gullet and esophagus. The weak little pants he lets out as I pool into and stuff his belly, and he realizes he can't even take a full breath, his heart pounding around me and his innards being oh so noisy.
A hungry man brought low by someone barely bigger than a doll, so satisfied but so stuffed and uncomfortable. A nice big meal eaten in one big squirmy bite...
Pred being vulnerable and moody when they have a full belly… curling around their stomach protectively as they lay in bed, shooting you daggers when you try to get close to give them a belly rub
(G/t safe vore short story! I’m not an experienced writer so go easy on me please aaaaa)
You find a dozen tiny mermaids in a pet store, each sadly swimming around in those pathetic little glass bowls that they put betta fish in. The poor things look miserable, like they’d rather be dead. You know this is wrong. You have to free them! But you don’t want to support the scummy store owners who trapped them like this in the first place by buying them. You have an idea.
You chug down the water bottle you had with you until it’s completely empty and your stomach is slightly bloated and sloshy. Then you carefully pick up one of the bowls. The tiny mermaid inside looks at you curiously, putting one of its small webbed hands against the glass.
“It’s going to be ok,” you tell it and the others in a hushed voice. “I’m going to get you all out of these awful little prisons. But… just trust me, ok?”
The mermaid just keeps staring at you, but it seems to understand.
You reach into the bowl, and as gently as possible, grab it by the tail. You tilt your head back, mouth open wide, and lower it into your mouth slowly. The mermaid lands on your slick tongue, and you try not to show any signs of disgust at it’s fishy flavor and slimy texture. It lays still there for a moment while you work up the courage to swallow. Then you feel a tiny hand pat your tongue, as if the mermaid were reassuring you that everything would be alright.
Finally, you swallow.
It slides smoothly down your tight throat with no resistance, wriggling a bit on the way down as it attempted to make itself more comfortable on the cramped space. It splashes into your stomach, and you can feel the delicate flutter of it’s beautifully finned tail as it swims around excitedly in your water bloated belly. You chuckle nervously in disbelief at what you’ve done, resting a hand on your distended tummy. You look up at the other mermaids, who were watching it all in amazement with their pretty little faces and hands pressed against the glass.
You glance around again. Still no pet store employees in sight. “Alright,” you whisper, “who’s next?”
The remaining mermaids all swam around excitedly in their bowls.
One down, eleven to go.
* * *
The bell above the door jingles as you waddle your way out of the store, stomach sloshing with every step, looking heavily pregnant.
“Ooouurghh…” You cradle your drum tight belly, filled with water and a dozen mini mermaids who wouldn’t sit still. You cover your mouth with a fist to suppress a light burp, then pat your aching belly affectionately.
“All right little guys, now to get you somewhere safe, where you’ll actually have room to swim, and food, and sunshine, and freedom. It’s just a short drive away.”
You get into your car, buckling up carefully so the belt doesn’t constrict your round belly full of friends too much. While you’re at it, you also unbutton and unzip your pants, sighing in relief as your tummy is given more room.
You start your car, but don’t drive away just yet. You notice another big bottle of water sitting in your cup holder. Your stomach can’t be too much roomier than the bowls the mermaids were trapped in moments ago, and they all had to share the limited space. You were already super bloated, but wanted them to be as comfortable as possible on their ride to their new home. Groaning unhappily, you untwist the bottle cap.
“Oh boy. Here we go.” You look down at your stomach, rubbing it as the fishies inside you flutter around. “Here guys, more water.”
You chug the second bottle of water down, feeling more miserable with every gulp. When it’s empty you toss it behind you and belch loudly.
“E-excuse me, guys. Oof.” You rub your painfully bloated belly, panting. “Is that -hic- any better?” Great, now you have the hiccups!
They swim around even faster, so you assume they’re pleased. You smile, somewhat dazed by your fullness, down at your round gut, which sloshed and wobbled every time you hiccuped. Feeling like a big water balloon, you pull out of the awful pet store’s parking lot and make your way to a safe place.
* * *
There’s a beautiful, sparkling, shallow pond in the shadow of the woods, practically in your back yard. It used to be home to a couple of pet red eared slider turtles that your family has had for years, but they had passed away recently. That’s why you were at that store, to buy new shelled friends to fill the turtle-shaped hole in your heart. It was fenced in to keep predators away, and kept clean by a good filtration system. It had a soft, sandy bottom, was teeming with plenty of aquatic plants, and got both shade and sunshine. You couldn’t think of a better place for tiny freshwater mermaids.
We won’t go into the details of how you got them–and way too much water–out of your stomach.
They swam around as fast as they could, exploring their lovely, roomy new home, splashing and weaving about the underwater plants and playing. You grinned down at them. It was hard to believe that these were the same sullen, lathargic creatures that you had stumbled across in the pet store.
“I hope that this place is ok for now,” you tell them, crouching down to get a better look. “Don’t worry, I won’t keep you here forever.”
They immediantly stopped playing and stared up at you in unison.
“I… I mean, wouldn’t you rather live in some big, pretty lake, with the other freshwater mermaids? I just thought I’d put you here for now, until I could find like a big bucket to put you all in and take you someplace better. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
They do nothing in response but look at each other uncertainly.
One mermaid swims to the edge of the pond closest to you. You recognize it as the first one you swallowed. It motions for you to lean down. You raise an eyebrow curiously, but obey, getting on your hands and knees and leaning down as close as possible, your face an inch from the water’s surface.
The mermaid looks into your eyes, then swims towards it’s friends. It gestures at them, then at the pond, then points at its own tiny face as it grins widely, baring needle teeth. You think you understand.
“Do you guys want to stay here?”
They all joyously swim in circles.
“Really?”
The first one swims back to you. It reaches it’s tiny arms up, grabbing you by the sides of your nose, and plants the sweetest little kiss right on the tip of your nose. You blush at the adorable gesture.
“Aww! Jeez, fine you guys. I’d be happy to have you stay in my pond.”
They all cheer as best as fish could cheer.
“Ok, so is there anything you guys need or want?” You ask.
Your little smoochy friend gestures for you to come even closer. You do, and instantly it grabs your lips, prying them apart, and wriggles inside, hugging your plush tongue before trying to slide to the back of your throat. Alarmed, you spit it out and it splashes into the pond. When it surfaces, it’s looking up at you with a goofy smile and a blush on it’s little face. You can practically see the hearts in its eyes.
“A-anything but that,” you stammer, flustered and blushing, covering your mouth with your hand as your new friend, who apparently has a weird new fascination, grins innocently.
I don't know exactly what to title it, but I do plan on putting this onto Ao3, so it'll have a proper title then??? Idk, I'm really into Poppy Playtime rn and I just want to give Doey a hug, those kids deserve everything. So here's a very indulgent fic involving the reader adopting three very traumatized, very confused children who have decided YOU are their new mom.
Word Count: 3695
WARNING: THERE IS SOFT, SAFE, SFW PROTECTION VORE IN THIS FIC. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE, DO NOT READ.
Doey is dead.
You stare at the massive broken body of what was once your friend, battered and hardened with piercing freeze, colorful hues now dull with the lifeless depression of loss. Blood stains your frayed clothing while you pant out heavy puffs of air from the frigidity of the room. Your grab pack slips off your shoulders, clattering to the floor, yet you pay it no mind. You move in a daze, dropping to your knees before the fallen experiment. One trembling hand reaches out, your fingers brushing against Doey’s head.
“Doey?” you whisper.
Nothing. He is cold. Cold, like everything else.
The waterworks start shortly after you comprehend he is really, truly gone. You shuffle closer, cradling the head in your lap while you cry, tears splattering messily against the dough. You’ve killed him. You crushed him. You took everything away from him, and then you took his life, even if you didn’t mean to. The guilt weighs heavy like the crusher shattering its way through Doey’s corpse. You don’t know what to do. Good lord, what will Poppy think? What about Kissy Missy? Do you even know where they are right now? Is the Prototype still here? You don’t think you can manage to make yourself stand up and fight, let alone run. You can’t leave Doey, you can’t, you-
Crack.
Your head whips up so hard your neck pops.
There are splinters rapidly growing across the top of Doey’s head. At first, you think it's because his body is crumbling, until you see the intricate web pushing upward like the shell of a newborn chick pecking its way through. It’s gradual at first, hesitant, until it picks up in ferocity, desperate, urging.
Something is trying to get out.
You are on your feet in an instant, fumbling backwards and nearly tripping over your grab pack in the process. In horror you watch Doey’s skull break apart, pieces falling and splintering into tiny bits. The mouth cringes and the lips yawn wide in a mock imitation of pain, the entire head unfurling grotesquely as hands-gigantic hands, the length of your entire body-grope their way out, clawing a head into open air, followed by narrow shoulders and a spindly torso, ending with long legs. There is a ghost of jeans and a plaid shirt flickering over its sunshine yellow image; the creature is so bright in appearance compared to the darkness of the prison, your eyes ache. It tumbles down the length of Doey’s side and curls up into a partial fetal position, sides heaving with gasping breaths.
You are silent, staring bug-eyed at the figure birthed from Doey’s body. It’s big, around the same size as Catnap, maybe taller. Though it holds no threatening aura, you know better than to trust its appearance. Looks are always deceiving in Playtime Co. You know that from the other monsters you’ve faced.
The creature lifts its head. Turning towards you, its eyes are pupiless, black. It opens its mouth, and the soft, shaky voice of a young boy wafts out, making your heart tremble.
“Mommy?” the giant says.
Your answer is a swift turn of the heel and a bolt, your legs pelting you down the nearest hallway while your terrified brain howls for you to run.
“Mommy? MOMMY! WAIT!” There are loud thooms reverberating through the area. The giant throws his hands into the hallway, long fingers grasping for you and just barely brushing against your back. You ignore the gut wrenching wails and continue running, panic making you forget about your grab pack, the only source of survival you have in this fucked up factory. “MOMMY! PLEASE, COME BACK!”
Steam hisses out of a few faulty vents while you run. You don’t stop. Blood roars in your ears and every fiber of your being is on fire. The screams of the boy behind you begin to sound like the screams of Doey before he…he…you shut your eyes and feel the tears fly down your face. Don’t stop. Don’t think. Just run.
You don’t know how far you’ve gotten before your legs decide to give out. The sheer exhaustion of the past few hours finally gets to you, and you collapse onto your hands and knees. The familiar weight of your grab pack is gone; you have nothing to defend yourself now. Fuck. How did things become so disastrous so quickly?
It’s awful to think about. The Safe Haven is gone. Poppy and Kissy Missy are nowhere to be found. The Prototype is lurking and it is only a matter of time before another monster finds you, whether it be him, or something else.
I can’t take this anymore. You are scared, tired, and hurt. Dragging yourself back up again, you limp over to a small room and push the door open. It looks like some sort of security room, grimy and long abandoned…yet its safety, for now. You shut the door and practically crawl to the other side of the room, pressing yourself into a corner. Your arms tremble with how hard you hug your legs, and you bury your face into your knees, soft sobs echoing through the dark room, truly signifying how alone you are.
You are dozing off when you hear a massive thump outside the door, jolting you to your senses. Loud sniffles and the drag of nails against steel. “Hello? Mommy? Please…please come out…”
You flinch back and whimper, covering your ears. No more monsters, no more monsters, please, please…
The door creaks open. You see a single abyssal eye peering in at you, blue tears dripping down and splashing onto the floor. For a moment, you and the creature simply stare at each other. Then the eye moves, and the great hand shoves its way through.
You shriek, not fast enough to evade the fingers closing around your body and yanking you out of the room. They squeeze against your chest and constrict your rips painfully, shoving the air out of you in an agonized wheeze. You slam your own hands against the surprisingly soft skin which gives a little under your touch. Too much, it’s all too much, too tight, you can’t breathe-
“O-Oh! I’m sorry, I’m-I’m hurting you!” The monster’s grip lightens. You gulp up grateful lungfuls of oxygen and flop forward, shuddering. “Are you okay?”
You lift your head and look up into the boy’s eyes. He looks…very worried. With a soft tilt, he brings you closer, examining you, poking you lightly in the sides. “I feel no ouches or rough bumps…that’s good! I’m so happy you’re safe, Mommy. I was so worried! You looked so scared when I woke up, and I was afraid you-” He pauses when he hears your soft weeping. “Wait…why are you crying?! Did I hurt you? Mommy? Please talk to me!”
Your stomach lurches as he clasps you in both hands, shaking you a little. His frantic words fall on deaf ears; all you can hear is the pounding of your heart, hammering too fast, too much. It hurts. The fear hurts. You can’t breathe, you can’t think. Too much, too much, too much.
“Matthew? Matthew! Something’s wrong with Mommy! They’re crying!”
You don’t register being passed to another pair of bigger, gentler hands. These hands cradle you like you are made of glass. There’s a soft press of a thumb wiping your tears away. “It’s okay,” a new voice whispers. “Please, breathe. You need to. I’ll help you through it.”
“I…I can't,” you gasp.
“You can. Please…breathe with me. In…and out. Listen. You can do it.”
You feel the tickle of breath tousle your hair. Despite your terror, deep down, you know this new monster is right. You need to calm down, or this panic attack is going to hurt you. So you fight your fear, and slowly follow his instructions. In…and out…
“That’s it. Good, you’re doing good. I’ve got you, Mom. Just keep breathing with me.” There’s a soft tap on your head. It registers as a gesture of comfort. For some reason, it somewhat reassures you.
Eventually, you manage to successfully steady yourself. One last exhale leaves you, and you finally feel like you can get ahold of your body again. You drag a hand over your face, feeling a collection of tears and sweat on your palm.
“Are they okay?” the voice of the yellow monster asks.
“I…I think so.” Whoever is holding you presses their thumb lightly against your chest. “Their heart isn’t going fast anymore. They’ve calmed down.” A sigh. “Mom? Can you open your eyes? Please?”
Stop calling me that, you want to demand. You are not their mom, you don’t know who they are. But regardless, you listen, lifting your head to tentatively look up at the orange giant holding you. This one is taller than the yellow one, older, with wavy hair and eyes with some discoloration under them, displaying a sign of tiredness. Yet, he smiles without his teeth, as radiantly bright as his companion. “…Hey,” he says. “Are you feeling better?”
“…Who…who are you?” you whisper.
A pause. The orange giant looks like he’s contemplating how to answer, when the yellow one speaks. “That’s a silly question! Don’t you recognize us? We’re your kids, Mommy!”
“Jack,” the orange giant hisses. “You’re going to confuse them.”
“But they have to know, Matthew! Why wouldn’t they? They’re our adult now, remember? One of the good ones!”
Jack…Matthew… Suddenly, it all makes sense. You remember reading their files, watching the VHS tapes, looking into the reports. Doey was created using three young boys. You recall him expressing different tones of speech and words, how his personality would almost flip like a switch. When you killed Doey, were his three souls finally freed? Are these two giants really Matthew Hallard and Jack Ayers?
Matthew notices your dawning expression. “You remember…don’t you?” He brings you closer. “We are Doey…or, we were. I’m still not entirely sure what happened, but…”
“After Doey got squished, we came back! Like this! Pop!” Jack makes an exaggerated motion with his hands. It’s supposed to be comical, and you suppose in a better situation, you’d laugh. But right now, the realization is making you dizzy, and you don’t know how to react.
Matthew softens. “You’re overwhelmed.” He pats your head again. “It’s okay. I know this is all a lot to take in, and we haven’t made it easy for you. But we aren’t mad. Doey, he…we…made some bad decisions. We never wanted to hurt you, and-”
“What is going on here?”
Matthew goes silent. He draws you to his chest, shifting his hands to hide you beneath his fingers.
The third voice is rough, angry, and pained, all at the same time. You hear loud stomps as whoever joins Matthew and Jack growls, sounding more like a wolf than anything else you’ve heard in the factory. You peek between your captor’s digits and see a final bright red giant trudging into the hallway with a scowl on his face. He brushes his hair back and grumbles out his woes. “Stupid hallway, too tight for us to get through, too small, why are we so big-” He glowers at the other two boys. “Alright, why are we here? First thing we do after separating is chase some random feral? Sounds like a waste of time to me!”
“Don’t be mean, Kevin!” Jack exclaims indignantly. “You’re gonna scare Mommy! We just managed to calm them down!”
You feel Matthew tense. You remember Kevin; you read his file about his anger issues, his grief, the way his trauma blossoms into destructive violence. This…isn’t good. Not at all.
“Mommy? What are you talking about? Mom’s not-” His eyes trail to Matthew’s hands…and he spots you. He makes direct contact and you watch the way his face falls into multiple expressions: shock, dismay…and then, fury.
“You,” he snarls. “It’s you. You! You traitor!” He launches himself at you, fingers extending with wickedly sharp talons morphing from the tips.
Jack cries out in concern. Matthew shoots his hands up high to prevent you from being grabbed; you yelp from the vertigo, and you see Kevin grabbing the other’s arms, attempting to force you down. “Give them to me! Give them! They need to SUFFER FOR WHAT THEY’VE DONE!”
“Kevin, stop!” Matthew cries. “We can’t hurt them! They did nothing wrong!”
“They KILLED our friends! They caused the explosion! Them and Poppy, that stupid doll! It’s ALL THEIR FAULT!”
“Kevin, please!” Jack throws himself around Kevin’s torso, desperately trying to pull him away. “Don’t hurt them! Don’t hurt Mommy!”
Kevin fights the other boy off, sending him careening backwards. There’s a horrible sound of dough slamming against metal, followed by a pained yell from Jack. He slumps, clutching his shoulder, tears already gathering in his eyes. Kevin is far too caught up in his anger to even notice.
“You lied to us!” he roars at you. His mouth is agape with needle sharp teeth, red as blood, ready to rip you to shred and erase you from existence. “You said you cared for us, loved us! Loved me! So gentle, so caring! All for you to end it in FLAMES!” He slashes his talons and nearly tears Matthew’s wrist off. You scream in terror, unable to keep your fear at bay.
Matthew grits his teeth and uses all of his strength to harshly shove Kevin aside. “ENOUGH!” he bellows. “Stop it, now! Killing won’t solve anything! THEIR DEATH WON’T BRING THE OTHERS BACK!”
Kevin pants, hunching over and baring his fangs, spikes growing along his arms and shoulder blades. Matthew doesn’t back down; both monsters are growling, ready to fight, all over you. You cling to the orange boy’s fingers, your entire body vibrating with fear.
Jack’s sniffles knock his brothers out of the instinctive stupor they are caught in. Both of them look at the youngest, falling silent. “Stop,” he begs. “No more fighting. Please…”
There’s a tense moment where you don’t know what’s going to happen next. But you release a sigh of relief when Kevin relaxes. His fists unclench and his spikes retreat back into his form.
Matthew hurries to Jack and helps him up. “Are you hurt?” he asks urgently.
Jack keeps his eyes on the floor. “M’ fine. Is…is Mommy okay?”
“They are not our mom,” Kevin mutters.
“Kevin, shut up.” Matthew shoots him a glare, then looks down at you. His eyes soften tremendously and his grip loosens. “M-Y/N? Are you alright?”
You give him no answer. You're too shaken to speak and simply stare at him, scared out of your mind. It’s the first time you’ve heard either of them say your name, and it confirms your suspicions: these three boys are indeed the remnants of Doey.
It doesn’t make you feel better. It makes you feel worse.
“You’re trembling.” Matthew makes a pained noise. “Oh, Y/N…I’m-I’m so sorry we’ve scared you. This…this never should have happened.”
“I’m not sorry,” Kevin says.
“I thought I told you to stay quiet.”
“You aren’t in charge of me!”
“Guys, please!” Jack steps between them. “Mommy’s scared, and it’s all our fault! If we keep acting like this, they-they-” He chokes on a whine. “They won’t want to be our mommy anymore!”
“Hey, hey, shhh,” Matthew soothes. “It’ll be okay, Jack. We’ll…we’ll fix this. We’ll help them not be afraid of us anymore. Once they see we don’t mean harm.”
Kevin begins to protest, but another growl from Matthew silences him. You cover your face and murmur a soft “I-I’m sorry…”
“…Don’t be sorry.” Matthew touches your cheek. As you flinch away, he whimpers. “Please. Don’t be afraid of us. We know you didn’t mean for the explosions to be so destructive. You trusted Poppy, and…and so did we. No one is going to fault you for that.”
Your heart is breaking. The flames, the smoke, the tiny bodies littering the debris…it makes you want to pound your fists against your skull. “I couldn’t save them. They were just kids. I…I just wanted to keep you all safe.”
“I know. I know, and…it’s a horrible feeling when you try to protect others from a terrible fate.” He sounds haunted, and you remember his file, how it described him as a protector of the other orphans in Playcare, a universal big brother who strived to be everyone’s friend. How many friends did he lose to the Doctor’s experiments? How much pain has he truly seen? “But there are others. Safe Haven isn’t the only refuge for those who still remain. We can still rescue them. We can get them out of here, and-and atone for the mistakes we’ve made.”
Kevin snorts. Matthew ignores him. “We want to protect you,” he says. “You’ve been so good to us since the moment we’ve met. Let’s start over. No Safe Haven. No Doey. Just you, Matthew, Kevin, and Jack.”
He tilts your chin and gently forces you to look at him. He offers a lopsided smile. Jack slinks closer and grins with hope. Kevin turns his back and remains silent.
So many emotions are running through you. You loved Doey. You truly started to see him as a friend, as…as a sort of son. This last part causes you to internally cringe, because what business do you have with taking care of a child, let alone three? With your history entangled with Playtime Co’s, there seems to be no hope of you ever carrying the courage to adopt a kid, even though you desperately want to.
“Trust us?” Matthew asks.
You can’t say no to him. You love him, and his brothers. Damn it, you really are thinking like a parent now. “…Okay.”
Jack squeals and claps joyfully. “Yay! Oh, thankyouthankyouthankyou, Mommy! I’m so happy you’re gonna stay with us! I don’t know what we’d do if we lost you!”
“I know plenty of things I’d do to make them get lost,” Kevin grumbles.
“Matthew, Matthew, can I hold them? Pleeeease? I’ll be super gentle, kind, and careful, and I’ll love them so, so much and keep them safe!” Jack makes grabby hands for you. The action is fast and startling. You gasp in fear.
“L-Let’s let them rest for a moment, okay bud? They’re really tired from all that running and fear. I think they need to take a nice, long nap.” Matthew regards you, biting his lower lip. “I…I know where I can keep them while they recover.”
There’s a strange look in his eyes that immediately has you on edge. “M-Matthew? What…what are you thinking of?”
He winces. “Don’t worry about it,” he says. “It’s…it’s not as bad as you think. It’ll be warm, comfy, and safe. Safe from those who might want to hurt you right now.” He glances at Kevin. “Don’t…don’t be afraid, okay? I’d never hurt you.”
“I don’t understand.” You pick up a struggle, alarm bells beginning to ring in your head. “Matthew, I don’t-please, what are you planning on doing with me?!”
Matthew winces. “Please…please don’t look at me like that. I hate when people think we’re-we’re just…a monster who wants to hurt them. You’re our mom. Our mission. And we’re going to get you out of here…whatever it takes.”
You watch in newfound horror as the boy draws you towards his face. Your struggles turn into futile thrashes when opens his mouth wide. There’s no sharp teeth, not like Kevin’s, but the sight isn’t any more comforting when you are carefully pushed past hardened dough and onto a plush tongue. There’s no saliva here, because you realize he can’t have saliva, not like the other monsters, not like you. You can’t really believe this is happening until you watch his jaws click closed and you are sealed in darkness.
You scream. “No! No, wait! Matthew, please! Don’t-don’t do this, I don’t-” Everything tilts; the boy is moving his head up and allowing you to slide towards the narrow tunnel of his throat. Another wail wrenches from you, and you dig your nails into his tongue, fingers sinking into the dough, but it offers no aid as the substance easily stiffens and doesn’t allow you any hold. It’s a cruel, terrible thing, to be told you are a creature’s mother, only for that very creature to devour you, trapping you in a twisted fate you’ve fought for so, so long. And there’s no fighting left within you. As a resounding glk echoes in your ears and you are sucked down the monster’s throat, you give up. You go still and let yourself be pushed down, down, down, into the darkness you cannot escape.
When you slip into a tight, enclosed space-the stomach-the walls close in to hold you, pulsing with a sense of breath. The dough making up this little pocket is a pale citrine which gives off a faint glow. When you try to stand, the floor gives out, causing you to fall forward onto your underside. There’s a press from where you can no longer reach; Matthew’s feeling you out, and when he locates your form, he begins tenderly rubbing you. It makes you stiffen up and shy away from the touch.
“It’s okay.” Matthew’s voice rumbles. “You’re safe. It’s only for a little while. Just until I can convince Kevin to leave you alone. Then I’ll let you out, alright? I’m just…I just want to protect you.”
Exhaustion weighs on your weary bones. You try to push yourself up, but you only sag back down, laying against the cradling dough. Some of it begins to cover you, moving over your body like a blanket. It’s warm, and soft, and it only makes you want to pass out even more than you already do.
“Please…” you whisper. “I’m sorry. I…I’m so, so sorry…Don’t…don’t kill me…”
“I won’t. I promise I won’t. You’re safe. I’ve got you. We’ve got you. Just-just rest. When you wake up…all of this fear will be nothing more than a bad dream.” It’s too much to handle. So you listen. For the first time in four days, you finally, finally, fall into a deep, deep sleep.
Thinking hard on a large pred friend losing their little prey in a dangerous situation. They're separated for days. Their home has always been deadly, even to the largest of beasts. So to lose their small friend, one they were supposed to protect, it's devastating. They don't give up the search, but their heavy heart continues to weigh them down with each moment their friend isn't found.
Then, after nearly a week of being apart, the little prey finds their way back to their friend. The pred instantly zeros in on them, picking them up and looking over them for only a second before scarfing them down as gently as they can while practically tossing them into their throat. They don't even stop to taste, taking them like a pill to get their tiny friend to safety as soon as possible. The prey is squeezed in the stomach, only to be squished even more by the rumbling organ that's caved in on itself. The smooth muscles feel desperate in its attempt to encompass the prey, as though their little friend would vanish the second they let go.
Depending on the prey, they may put up with or even appreciate the strong muscles pressing against them like the biggest bear hug possible.
Or, maybe the extremely cramped space isn't helping, and the prey needs to try and calm their large friend down. Gently petting the overactive walls, trying to comfort the pred and convince their insides to give them some space. Maybe the pred was talking to them, or maybe they've been silent this entire time, washed in relief that their friend is okay. Whatever the case, the larger is not going to let them out anytime soon, at least not without protest.
What pranks would Chain, Pepper and Amber like to pull on friends? I'm curious what the big spooky boys would do,
Chain likes to teleport around when someone is trying to touch him. Like if his brother wants his attention, or if one of his buddies is trying to talk to him. He also has started some of the old gags again, even if his knock knock jokes are still of a darker bent. He will also randomly lick his human friends. Because he’s kinda gross like that XD
Pepper’s toned down his pranks a lot, but he still jumpscares folks on occasion if he knows all he’ll get is a small scream or a smack on the arm. He will apologize though, and probably do something a lot more nice. Nice prank. Like you’re expecting just a normal bland sandwich for lunch but he’s teleported in and replaced it with take out from your favorite restaurant with a note from him that says “stole your lunch :3″. He will also eat the old lunch because yay food.
Amber does the “gravity is increasing on me” prank to his friends. And Cyan. Because he’s so happy with the fact he weighs anything at all XD but he’ll also just pick up his human friends and carry them around. It’s fun. He might also lick someone for lolz if he really really feels comfy with them. Mostly he’ll just cuddle and not let go if you’re friends, not gonna lie. Very affectionate boy.
I saw that I was being mentioned! This little thing will Fell!Sans was on the back burner for awhile, you guys spurred me into action and brought this upon yourselves. REAP WHAT YOU HAVE SOWN.
This is little AU for some characters whose story I will officially write out later. Vore warning, completely safe. Slightly out of character
This world has always had a rather unique way of showing soul mates. I guess hollow got tired of people thinking they were in love with the wrong person. Now you know when you’ve found your soul mate. How? You can hear their thoughts, in your head. All you have to do is meet them once, and bam. Mind link, now you’re stuck knowing what someone is thinking forever. It’s actually kind of sweet though.
Cassandra’s first day at a new school in a completely new town. Her mom met a local doctor on their vacation and a year later they’d moved across the states. Cass had grown up in a prominently human town, so all the creatures she’d met so far were pretty new to her. In all honesty it wasn’t going half bad though. She’d made it through the first half of the school day, no incidents, no one threatening to eat her, so far, so good.
She made her way to her Biology two class. The teacher helps put a stole beside her chair so she can climb into it, and she sit down pretty contently. Until he comes in.
Jacob is what was known as a goliath. Fifteen feet tall, known for their appetite, crazy good senses, and being incredibly protective. And if that wasn’t enough, he was pretty popular amongst his classmates.
He had to stop the surprise that hit him when he walked into his class and saw a little human girl sitting in the normally empty seat beside him.
“Mr. Alan, Cassandra is your new lab partner, please make her feel welcome,” the teacher gestures to Jacob’s seat. He takes a deep breath and sits down beside the girl.
Cass looks up at the goliathian man with wide eyes slowly raising her hand to wave at him. “H-hi....” she smiled shyly.
‘Gah don’t embarrass yourself you’ll never live it down.’ She hears in her head. She quickly looks around in confusion before Jacob sighs. “Hi, I’m Jacob. It’s a pleasure,” he nodds his head smiling softly. ‘Fuck she smells amazing... wonder what she taste like.’ The voice in her head sounds identical to the man now sitting beside her.
The class quickly fills up not giving her the chance to talk to him again. As the teacher started the lesson she couldn’t help but notice him casually looking down at her.
‘I bet she’d be pretty squirmy, humans normally are, they don’t know how to react to being eaten.’ He chuckles softly and she looks away from him trying to keep her face on the board. A blush gradually growing across her cheeks.
The teacher goes about calling on random students to answer his questions. Cassie got called on so she happily answered, most of this being a review. What are the three main domains of life? “Bacteria, Archaea, Eukarya,” she smiles happily when the teacher tells her that’s correct and sits back down pushing her hair behind her shoulders.
That’s when his voice perked back up In her head. ‘Such a sweet little voice... and small hands... and oh hollow she smells amazing.’ He sighs softly. Maybe he just so focused on eating me he’s not hearing my thoughts... or he’s just being obvious... she thought to herself
‘Mmmmm she would fit perfectly right in my stomach. Snuggled up and cozy inside me. I could make it enjoyable for her. Aggggh but how do you ask someone, hey can I eat you?’ She hears him grumble to himself as the teacher starts handing out the assignment giving her something to actually focus on.
‘I guess I won’t get the chance... but oh if I could. Ugh I’d just swallow up and keep her in my stomach. Away from all these other preds... safe inside me.’ Out of the corner of her eyes she sees him hug his stomach almost sadly while a blush thoroughly covers her cheeks.
‘Hollow she smells delicious....’ he sighs and gets started on the paper work thoughts of the little human tucked inside his belly. Somewhere safe where no one can touch her. He looks around the classroom annoyed to see other students taking notice of her too. He just wanted to pull her close and swallow her up. He wouldn’t hurt her. Some of these other they just might... but he couldn’t dream of it.
The bell would ring and everyone began collecting their things, leaving the class.
“Maybe wait till after school to eat me,” Cassie pats his arm shyly and climbs down heading out of the classroom.
Jacob sat back in shock watching her walk out of the classroom. Oh hollows tits she heard me she heard all of it! Oh fuck I just scared off my soul mate. He stands slowly mortified before realizing. She wasn’t freaked out... she just basically said not yet
He left the classroom quickly trying to find her.
She was on her way to lunch when he catches up with her. “You’re my soulmate!” He grins excitedly down at her. “You’re my soul mate and you’re absolutely adorable!”
She looks up at him in surprise and laughs softly. “yeah.... could’ve done without you practically drooling over me though.”
“Dear hollow I’m so sorry about that, I never meant for you to hear that I was just hungry...” his stomach growls audibly to emphasize his point. “But hey it’s lunch time come eat lunch with me, I mean normally I sit with the football team but you can sit with us!”
Cass looks up at Jacob in surprise, “that’s not necessary Jacob.” ‘Really it’s not... I don’t wanna impose...’ she thinks to herself squeaking in surprise when he hugs her to him.
“It’s no imposition come on.” He pulls her along behind him gently. He helps her though the line grinning like an idiot as she sat beside him. He let her sit on his backpack so she can see over the table. ‘Fuck she’s adorable...’
He practically showed her off to the rest of his friends. Then walked her from class to class. At the end of the day he meets her outside rubbing the back of his neck shyly.
“If you were serious about after school... I could give you a ride back to my place... and... agh...” he rubs his neck nervously and looks away
“That sounds like a plane.” She looks up at him smiling softly and a wave of relief washed over him. He shows her to his truck, helps her in, then buckles the seat belt.
“It’s not a long drive and I promise you’ll enjoy this!” ‘Hollow knows I’m gonna love feeling her slide down my throat.’ He starts the car pulling out of the parking lot pretty quickly.
There was a steady flow of questions between the two as he drives. Questions about their lives and hobbies, up until he parked in the drive way of his house.
Jacob grinned excitedly helping her out of the car but instead of setting her down he just carried her inside, relieved his parents were both still at work.
“Are you completely sure you’re okay with this....” he sets her down on his bed sitting in front of her. “I won’t do this if you aren’t sure....”
“I’m sure...” she whispers blushing happily gaining a sigh of relief. He started unbuttoning the bottom buttons of his shirt before looking at her.
“Uhm if you’ve got clothes under those you might wanna take the top layer off, so you have something dry to wear home.” She looks at herself and laughing nodding softly. She would pull her top off and push it into her book bag then her skirt slightly relieved she always wore shorts under her skirts. “Are you ready...” he looks down at her smiling happily
“Yeah I’m ready.” She blushes shyly.
Jacob pulls her closer at those words and pulls her shoes, then socks off, setting them with her stuff. He slowly places her feet into his mouth blushing from the amount of drool he started to produce. He held her up with both hands slowly savoring her taste. Her feet hit the back of his throat and he swallows sending her feet down his throat along with part of her legs.
‘Oh fuck you taste amazing,’ he thinks happily glad she can hear him.
He runs his tongue along her legs savoring her sweet taste before taking another gulp, her arms now pinned to her sides, her head and shoulders sticking out of his mouth. He closes his eyes happily and tilts his head back letting gravity do the rest of the work as he gave one more heavy swallow sending the little lady down into his gut.
He lays back slowly rubbing his slightly bulged stomach as she settles herself. It was dark and damp, but the mixture of warmth, the sounds of his stomach churning and gurgling, and his heart beat surrounding her, this was the most comfortable she’d ever been.
Another great thing about goliaths, they have full control of their stomach. He closes his eyes and rub his belly contently. “Let’s take nap hm?” He yawns and pulls his blanket up slowly dozing off with his hand cradling his stomach.
Saw a kids book the other day called 'we don't eat our classmates' it's about a trex starting school and keeps trying to eat the human kids (managing to hold them in her mouth multiple times) and it made me think: what if it were young skeletons instead? Like, if monsters had been on the surface for a long time (or never sealed) and were quite big and went to school and got in situations were they would swallow a kid and be told off, like red doing it and blue tattling ~Syrup's borrower
Awwww oh my gosh that’s so cute.
Here’s a mini story i just HAD to write
“Now, Red, what did we say the rules were?”
“d-don’t...don’t eat friends...” says the sad little baby bones as he reluctantly unzips his tummy and lets the other dazed kindergartner inside tumble out.
“Right. Now tell Kayla you’re sorry for scaring her.”
“’m sorry...was tryin’ to hug you more an’ i did it wrong.” now he’s sniffling.
Blue, who’d gotten the teacher when Red hadn’t listened to him, runs over and hugs tightly to the other skeleton child, “I’M SORRY, TOO! I JUST WANTED TO MAKE SURE YOU AND KAYLA WERE BOTH OKAY!”
“You were both trying to be good friends, we just have to remember that humans aren’t used to how monsters bond, okay? You’re not in trouble, Red, it was an honest mistake.”
Kayla, now more at herself, jumps up and hugs Red, too, “That was fun! I like skeleton hugs!” Though, she does add, “Maybe just not do it at school? I don’t want you in trouble.”
Red feels much better since he wasn’t in trouble, nobody was mad at him, and everybody was hugging him.
((Ok so in my head Blue is a reluctant pred. He likes it, but it takes a lot to make him not just feel overwhelmingly guilty about enjoying this even if it’s safe. So have some Swap Sans vore! I wanted to play more with the pred’s pov since my last couple were more prey focused. Also sorry for making it a not romantic thing but my ace butt prefers it that way. Friends should be able to cuddle friends, dammit! But I guess if you wanna you can squint and just assume Blue has a budding crush and/or is in denial of a crush. Regardless, enjoy!))
Imma be real, the initial kernel of an idea came from a dream. Maybe it’s a weird mix of characters, in that Swap Pap is a normal skel and Fell Sans is a big mer. Whatever, I hope you enjoy anyways.
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