Phone Fiasco (Vore Comedy/Fluff)
Okay, this isn't actually a snippet or idea from any official story of mine, but I've been toying with the idea of one of my muses (probably Lance, honestly) leaving his phone in the other's gut. Oops. WARNING: This is a spontaneous short that I wrote in approximately five minutes because I was craving some vore-ish shenanigans. It's a single rough draft with no editing/revising, so it's probably definitely not anywhere near as quality as usual. -------------------- "Um, Lance, you left-" "Not now, Mullet! I'm having a crisis!" Lance dramatized, placing a hand over his heart for emphasis and leaning back like he was about to faint. Hunk, who was sitting next to him at the table and was all too familiar with Lance's antics, rolled his eyes. "I can't find my phone anywhere! It's a tragedy! An outrage! A scandal! A-" "Why don't you just call it?" Hunk suggested with a soft chuckle. "We might not be able to hear your phone from here since the castle-ship is pretty huge, but it can't hurt to give it a try." "I guess," Lance shrugged, gratefully accepting the phone Hunk was offering to him. "Thanks, buddy." When Lance began inputting his number, Keith's eyes went wide. He'd been willing to wait for his chance to speak (waiting to speak was commonplace with somebody as talkative as the blue paladin), but Keith could hold his tongue no longer. Panicking, Keith reached out as if to stop Lance from pressing the "call" button. "Wait, Lance, NO-!" *ring* *ring* *ring* A dark blush exploded across Keith's face as Lance's muffled yet still terribly audible ringtone suddenly emanated from his belly. He knew that the other paladins already knew about his arrangement with Lance, but it was still embarrassing to have Hunk sitting right there when the evidence that practically screamed "I ate Lance for breakfast" was made obvious. Keith awkwardly cleared his throat, trying to ignore the stares he was receiving from his two teammates. Hunk's was humored while Lance's was mortified. Understandable expressions, considering. "You, uh, left your... um, your phone-" He stumbled over his words for a minute, trying not to die of embarrassment. "You left your phone in my... room," he eventually settled on, despite all three of them knowing where Lance had really left the device. "If you want it back, uh..." Eloquent, Keith, eloquent. "Uhh, yeah. Whenever you're ready to, uh, collect your phone, just-" "Right. Yeah, I'll be there," Lance nodded awkwardly, blushing nearly as much as Keith was. He fell silent for a moment, then made eye contact and said, seriously, "Don't pass it." Keith choked on air. "I wasn't planning to!" Hunk rolled onto the floor with laugher and Keith groaned. When Lance wasn't a stomach ache, he was a headache. "Just-" Keith hesitated, biting his lip, but one look at Hunk (who was still doubled over on the floor) was enough to let him know that the yellow paladin wasn't really listening anymore and he was safe to say whatever embarrassing truths he wanted to. "Come get it soon, please. You left 'vibrate' on, and it feels really... ugh." At any rate, it was nowhere near as nice of a massage as Lance's squirming was. Live prey was far better than an electronic device, especially when Lance gave him those belly rubs from inside. Yeah, those were to-die-for. Keith was still (overall) embarrassed, but he supposed that if any good had come from this phone fiasco, it was that Lance would be revisiting his digestive system sooner than expected. Breakfast and dinner? It felt like a dream. Maybe, Keith decided, Lance leaving his phone behind wasn't so bad after all.




















