#borrower prey

[but-wait-theres-vore]

Small story for vore day

(1.9k words. Story includes: mild swearing, digestion mention [don't worry, it's just the prey needing to be told tummies are safe], mild fearplay [again, really just the prey being scared at first], mild foodplay, and accidental vore. Everything is safe and soft, but if any of that is a no-go for you, that's okay! Happy vore day nonetheless!)

Living in a giant's house, you only ever took what you needed to survive. Okay, you allowed yourself some luxuries. After all, you needed some way to entertain yourself. You would take paper and pencils to draw and write, read books whenever the giant wasn't looking, sew clothes or plush toys out of old socks or shirts that had holes, but you never took things that would be easily noticed or risked being seen for any luxury good...

Except for those damn chips.

You swear, those things are coated in some sort of drug because of how addicting they are. You're sure they're probably not healthy, and you have no idea why the giant keeps buying them, but as long as he does, you'll keep sneaking some whenever you got the chance.

And today, you got the perfect chance. The chips were left on the coffee table while the giant left to get something. What's better, he had left the television on, so you could easily go unheard if you rustled the bag too much. The circumstances were perfect, but you only had until the comercial break was over, because you knew once whatever the giant was watching came back, so would he. You had to act fast.

You quickly made your way across the floor and climbed up the legs of the coffee table. The table itself was wooden, but it had textered metal legs that thankfully made it fairly easy to grip onto while you climbed. You checked one last time to make sure the coast was clear before climbing into the bag to claim your prize.

Sure, you could've just taken the first chip in the bag you could reach, but you had put so much energy into getting these chips that you were not going to settle for one of those half seasoned chips. You had to find something worth the risk you were taking. You venture deeper into the bag, looking for a chip that was packed with flavor, breaking off little pieces of ones you think might be good until you find one that'll do.

You finally got a good grasp on the chip- which was about half as tall as you were- and were about to drag it to the front of the bag when you heard, and felt, the signature THUD. THUD. of the giant's footsteps.

You took too long. You had to get out of here, you had to hide, you had to-

Your thoughts were thrown aside as you felt yourself slipping backwards. Your heart dropped to your stomach as you felt yourself moving quickly upwards. You felt sick as graviy passed through your body, like all of your organs were being pulled to the bottom of your body while the rest of you kept going up. You stumbled and fell into the chips as the bag continued to move, your skin grazed by the jagged edges of broken pieces. You barely noticed the pain of the small scrapes, however, as all your mind could think of was one thing,

If the giant is picking up the bag.... that means he's planning to eat from it.

You quickly felt the bag around you settle and you took the opportunity to push the bigger chips around you in front so you hopefully had enough of a buffer that the giant wouldn't find you before the next commercial break.

The bag shook slightly as the giant shoved his hand in to continue eating, but you held your breath even as the fear ran through your veins, because so far, you hadn't been discovered. Your plan was working; you had buried yourself far enough down that the giant couldn't get to you as he was eating. All you had to do was keep still and keep quiet until the next break, and then you could make a run for it.

It wasn't easy keeping quiet, though. Every rustle of the bag sent shivers down your spine and every crunch made you nauseous as you imagined the giant snapping a chip half your size clean in half without even giving it a second thought.

It's okay. All you have to do is make it a few more minutes.

You were caught in your thoughts until you realized that the giant's hand had paused its activities for a bit. You peeked out from the chip you were holding in front of you, curious if the giant was done eating, only to feel your whole body freeze in fear as you saw a huge pair of eyes staring back from outside of the bag.

What was he doing? Did he know you were in there?

You could've screamed in that moment, but your body was completely paralyzed. You noticed the piercing eyes looking around the bag, but they never looked in your direction. He hadn't seen you. You were able to get your body to move just enough that you were once again hidden from sight, but soon after, you felt the giant's hand pushing around the chips in the bag.

Was he looking for you? He had to be...

You carefully peeked out again, but to your surprise, the giant was picking out chips and inspecting them before deciding whether to eat them or not. Despite your immense fear, you found it a little endearing that this huge man was just as picky as you were when it came to chips. The irony wasn't lost on you , though, that being so picky is what got you into this mess to begin with.

The relief only lasted so long, though, as soon you saw a huge hand reaching towards you. Apparently, the perfect snack you had so carefully chosen- and unintentionally hid behind- was also good enough for the giant man to pluck out of the bag.

You were quickly scooped out of the bag as the large hand grabbed your shield, with you still attatched. The sudden light nearly blinded you as the air rushed around your body, leaving your senses overwhelmed and unable to focus on anything before you were suddenly enveloped in darkness.

You gasped as you felt the flesh around you twitch. He had realized that there was something other than food in his mouth.

Just maybe, he would let you go...

As soon as the thought crossed your mind, it was shattered as a strong muscle pushed against you, pinning you to the roof of the mouth as the giant hummed contently, vibrating your very body to the core. The giant let the chip that was in there with you soften before swallowing it down, his tongue still keeping you firmly in place. You felt your heart drop as you watched the food dissapear down his gullet, hoping you wouldn't be next, but something about the constant din of satisfied humming made you think your chances of coming out of this alive were slim.

After a few seconds of being squished and prodded by the muscular tongue, it relaxed. You shuddered at the knowledge that you were being tasted, but your disgust was quickly replaced with terror as you felt yourself slipping down towards the back of the throat as the ground around you tilted. He was putting his head back, ready to swallow you.

You scrambled to get some sort of footing, but it was too late. With a loud GLK- you were pulled down into the tight esophagus. It squeezed and pushed you downward until you felt yourself landing in the slimy cavern that was this giant's stomach.

You heard the air whoosh through the giant's lungs somewhere above your position in his body as he let out a sigh. Emotions swarmed through you: fear, grief, and most presently, disgust at the satisfaction that you could hear resonating around you. You slumped against the stomach walls, tears starting to well up in your eyes.

This couldn't be how it ended, it couldn't, it-

"W... what just happened? Where did you- shit."

A voice came from above. It wasn't nearly as loud as you would have expected, but it still caused you to flinch. Apparently, the giant felt your tiny movement, because the whole stomach tensed at your fearful twitch.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I- I didn't mean to eat you, I don't know what came over me. Are... are you okay?"

You could feel pressure from the outside as the giant's hand rested where you stayed. He sounded... sorry. Genuinely worried about your wellbeing. But how could that be? He ate you! You were stuck here, how could he ask you if you were okay?

He seemed to know what you were thinking, because he followed up his question with,

"I promise you're safe! I- my stomach can't hurt any humans, I promise."

You couldn't believe what was happening, but for the first time, you decided to speak to the giant.

"It... It's... safe?" you managed to croak out in a tiny voice. Somehow, he was able to hear you.

"Yes, it is," he quickly added, "B-but I'm sure you don't want to stay in there regardless, so I'm going to let you out."

Let you out? How was he going to-

You felt the organ around you squeeze as it pushed you upward, back into the tightness of the giant's throat. At this point, your head was starting to hurt from the constant change in velocity you were experiencing, but you finally got a chance to rest as you were carefully let out of the giant's mouth and onto his hand, where you were gently lowered onto the plush couch beside him.

"Again, I'm so sorry,"

The man frowned, and you could now see his concerned face, complete with those piercing eyes from before. Now, though, they weren't looking with hunger, but with guilt.

"Is there anything I can get you? You were probably hungry, right? I could get you some food. Or a glass of water? You're free to clean up in the bathroom if you need to," He said, fidgeting with his hands as he tried to make up for what happened.

Wait, he was letting you use his things? This whole time you've spent hiding and the giant is asking if you want his food?

"You... don't mind if I eat your food?" You hesitantly ask.

The giant looked puzzled. "Of course not! You don't have to sneak around to get enough food to eat, I have plenty to go around," he started. "Besides, if you just ask, I won't end up accidentally eating you when you're trying to get food."

You could've sworn you noticed him blush as he said that. This was all so strange to you. The giant that you had hid from for so long was a genuinely nice person and more than happy to share his space with you. Also, he could apparently safely keep you in his stomach and let you back out, which was something you never would have thought was physically possible. You had a lot to learn.

Eventually, you took him up on his offer of letting you clean up, and later on his offer to get you some food and water. You started to ask questions and get to know him as you ate. He was a bit shy when it came to the questions about how he could eat people, but he assured you that being eaten by any giant is safe, and that he would only ever eat someone if they were okay with it... excluding today's accident.

You had to admit, you were somewhat curious about everything now that you knew he would never hurt you, but it would be a while before you were ready to be eaten again. And it would definitely be a while before you ate chips again.

[nombitenary]

Spelunking.

Super short (2.5K) self indulgent story of a borrower!you getting caught by Christopher and swallowed up <3 Maybe bring better equipment next time you try borrowing from a maneater...

G/t, ambiguous ending, rope play in the throat, and mentions of fatal <3 enjoy!

You can’t believe you got caught.

The man who lives in the apartment you’ve been borrowing from is home so rarely that you suppose you’ve gotten careless. After all, he’s never around to hear your heavy footsteps on the counters or the scrabbling of clumsy hands against drawers. His two cats are easy enough to maneuver around as well, seeing as one of them is trained well enough to not go on the counter, and to scream at the other one whenever it gets the bright idea of chasing you along the countertop. 

You’d been testing your new rope, tying it to all manner of things in the kitchen and letting yourself be slowly lowered off the edges of drawers, tables, counters… and hadn’t been bothering to keep your laughter at your successes quiet, nor the thuds of your tiny boots as you’d climbed up the edges of his walls and cabinets. 

Everything had been going so well that you’d somehow missed the sound of the bedroom door opening and the light in the hallway, and by the time you realized that something was amiss… was only due to clawed fingers wrapping around your waist and a soft coo of: “Oh, what do we have here?”

And now, here you are, dangling between his fingers from the rope you’d thought had been such a clever tool to get around the maze of his apartment. You can’t bring yourself to speak as you stare up at him meekly, the light reflecting off his glasses making his eyes seem cold and far away- near impossible to read. 

He hasn’t spoken since his initial greeting, if you can even call it that. All he’s done is stare at you with that coldness in his eyes, almost as if he’s calculating something- blinking every now and again, though it does nothing to set your mind at ease. If anything, it makes you feel worse, and when he opens his lips and finally speaks to you properly-

“Well. You should fit. This should be interesting.”

-it does nothing to calm your nerves. 

Before you can ask him what he means, the air is forced out of your lungs by him tugging on your little rope, effortlessly and haphazardly lifting you into the air above his face and leaving you to stare down at him in terrified disbelief. You’ve never met this human before, but from what you’ve gathered, there’s nothing too horrible about him. 

With your lower lip trembling, you look down into his deep brown eyes, searching for any trace of a joke or flickers of sympathy. 

What you receive in return is a toothy smirk. One that plays out almost in slow motion, leaving you helpless to watch as his lips curl away from his teeth, showing the gleaming, drool-slicked and sharp points lining his gums. Your heart starts racing at the sight of them, and again, you try to find your words- but you’re once again interrupted by something terrifying. 

Those teeth were bad enough on their own, but as you stare down at Christopher’s freckled face… they begin to part. 

A warm blast of air rises from the chasm opening beneath you and you find yourself unable to look away as the huge muscle of his tongue shifts- easily the size of a small mattress and just as cushioned- moving from one side of the pink and dripping cavern to the other. The surface of it flexes in waves, and you follow the muscle back toward the darkest pit in the back of his jaws- marked by a swinging uvula and a streamlined tunnel designed to cram anything it can fit inside down.

His throat flexes, and his whole mouth shifts at once- a mess of moving pieces and parts and flesh and teeth rearranging to allow him a soft swallow- and when it opens again, strings of drool connect the bottom of his jaws to the top like the bars of a prison cell. 

Unable to speak, your own mouth opens and closes as you watch his throat shift with his every breath, the idle motions of his tongue twitching and swaying as more and more saliva floods the cavern. 

You’re transfixed, though the spell breaks when his grip on your rope abruptly falters- sending you falling a few inches closer to the gaping maw with a scream. 

A laugh rolls over you in response, and you gasp, clutching the rope in your fingers despite the knot keeping you secure. You’re spinning now, watching the gullet beneath you pulse as you rotate, unable to keep yourself from noticing that it seems to be pulsing in anticipation, the tongue stretching out from between those lips as if to echo the sentiment. 

He’s going to eat you.

No. No, he won’t. 

Surely he won’t. 

Despite not being human, you think for a moment that you’ll be able to appeal to his sympathy, though when you manage to tear your gaze away from his maw to try looking into his eyes--

The rope slides easily through his fingers, and with a rush of air, you plummet- your scream being cut off and muffled by his tongue greeting you. It all but wraps around your sides, and you feel it constrict, pinning your arms to your torso as its owner tips his head back and allows you to fall backward into the cage of his mouth. 

You scream as the tongue folds over you greedily, drinking in your flavour and slathering you in thick saliva. The surface won’t stop moving beneath your hands- cushy and soft and speckled with taste buds that leave a faint bumpy texture pressing against your palms and fingers- though when he abruptly licks you again, you’re flipped onto your side, helpless to do anything but let his tongue squish tightly against your back. The muscle is hot and explorative, wasting no time in dragging its tip along your flailing limbs. 

Everything around you is hot and slick, but the more you fight against it, the more of his saliva seeps through your clothes, soaking your skin and causing you to slip around easily in the chasm of his mouth. A zigzag of light filtering between his teeth is the only way for you to see the warm pink of his tongue as it continues to effortlessly bat you and part of your flimsy rope around. 

It’s… so easy for him. 

So easy to treat you as nothing more than a sweet treat. You find yourself pushed against his fangs more than once, and each time, you suck in a sharp breath and wait for him to chew you to pieces- all the while trying to peer out past his lips for one more glance at the world you’re leaving behind.

You don’t get one. 

All your squirms earn you is more buffeting from the tongue, more hums of delight from the throat that you know is yawning wide behind you, but you don’t allow yourself to look at it, trying instead to drag yourself forward in the dripping mouth of the beast. You’re close. Your fingers reach the very edge of his gums and you strain to pull yourself up from his gullet even as you feel your legs brush the very edge of his throat.

A throat that twitches eagerly, the muscles there relaxing with a soft slrrrk of noise- and you yelp as you find yourself falling deeper into the squishy tube. 

“NO-”

The tongue that had been idly sloshing you around arches, filling his mouth and squeezing the air from your lungs in a strangled cry- though you don’t have time to be worried about that as you realize what the predator’s doing.

Swallowing. He’s swallowing. The gullet behind you lurches, a tiny hlrk and a bob of the muscles behind you causing you to throw your arms forward as gravity changes- but you’re too covered in saliva to get a grip on anything. Instead, you’re forced to feel his uvula drag across the back of your shoulders as he hums- the noise loud enough to make your chest feel like it’s buzzing. 

You’re squashed under his uvula entirely with another firm swallow, leaving you scrambling against the plush back of his tongue as you try to reach the swinging tab of flesh. Your fingers are tangled tightly in your rope, clutching it in utter desperation. It’s still holding fast. Still tied to something. 

You try to remember if you saw it caught between his molars or canines as you try to hoist yourself further up his gullet- barely able to even paw the backmost part of his tongue in your attempts to reach freedom. It’s still somewhat taut, taut enough that there’s hope…

…as light falls over you, you look up from the depths of his throat, for one fleeting moment allowing yourself to think that he’s about to cough you up. It must be a mistake. He seems like a kind enough man, and you shift your position slightly to see better, wiping a string of drool out of your face as a shadow falls over his jaws. 

His hand. 

And in his fingers…

No…

In his fingers, he’s lazily clutching the end of your rope. He holds it there with a soft chuckle, one that makes the throat around you ripple, before you watch his mouth start to relax as it closes for what you realize in terror is the final time.

“Wait- wait wait wait-!"

When he swallows, the walls of his throat clutch tight around you, rippling with a soft ulp that folds around you and tries to squeeze you down along with it. Your whole body jerks in place, being squashed tighter into the living tunnel before the rope pulls taut and forces you back up- which causes the muscles around you to quiver and the predator they belong to to hum. 

It’s absolutely deafening this close to his voicebox. 

You gasp as the slimy walls finally ease up, trembling at the sensation of something pressing at you from outside of your new prison. At first, you almost think you’re imagining it, but when the throat around you twitches in response to a firmer press, you realize those are fingers pressing against you from the outside. 

You can’t help but imagine yourself as a lump in Christopher’s throat. 

As you struggle harder, forcing your elbows out against the taunting squishes, in you mind’s eye, you see the small flutter of your movements settled just above his collarbone- the way you stretch the freckled skin and wriggle just beneath it- and as you tug on the rope in a desperate attempt to shimmy back up the way you came-

GLURK.

-the throat constricts tighter, and this time you can’t keep yourself from giving a yelp as you’re sucked further into Christopher’s esophagus- settled just beside his thudding heart. The walls of his gullet have grown tighter, as has the knot of the rope around your waist thanks to said walls hungrily rippling around you in an attempt to squeeze you deeper inside. Again, you struggle to haul yourself further up the rope that’s keeping you suspended in his chest. Your saliva slicked hands fumble to get a grip, and you curse yourself for not having tied too many knots in it before trying to use it out borrowing. In the pitch darkness of his throat, you can’t see much aside a very faint red- the light from outside only penetrating deep enough for you to see the faint outlines of the esophagus squeezing around you. 

Your rope is still being held snugly by the gullet’s walls, the red lifeline almost vanishing into the pulsing darkness, but you squint through the saliva running down your face just long enough to realize how far down you’ve been squeezed. Seeming miles of throat stretch above you, and a flicker of light from the top of the tunnel causes your heart to sink. On either side of you, you hear a rush of air filling your devourer’s lungs, and everything tightens as they fill with oxygen, preparing for another-

Gulp.

-for him, it must be nothing. Just soft and lazy bobs of his adam’s apple that allow your rope to fall deeper into the folds of his throat. You can almost imagine how faint the sound of him swallowing must be outside of the sweltering confines you’re in now- but you can’t quite cling to the illusion long enough to mute the disgusting squelch and ULLLLK that draw you deep enough to feel a distinct change in heat.

Heat from below you.

Heat coupled by the sound of an organic growl, and your heart grows cold despite the warmth of the predator surrounding you as you realize how close to the belly of the beast you’ve gotten.

You scramble against the soft walls, tugging on your slack rope more and more as the sound of gurgling grows louder beneath you. You can’t end up in his stomach. You won’t. You’re a borrower, you’re not-

Glmpk.

He swallows once more. 

Firmly. 

Firmly enough that you manage to look above you in terror, watching the tunnel of his throat constrict in a wave that rushes toward you in the dark, too fast for you to do anything but take a breath in before you’re squished firmly into the upper stomach sphincter. 

Then through it.

Your tiny form lands in his stomach with a wet plop.

The walls around you shudder with a gurgle of greeting, and above you, you hear a long and contented sigh breeze up from the throat you fought for your life not to get squeezed down- unable to keep yourself from envying the air for being able to get past his lips.

You’re not as lucky as the air. The stomach containing you groans in emphasis, the organ steadily starting to rock this way and that, the walls rippling inwards eagerly in what you realize are the beginnings of digestion. Your hands find the rope and you pull on it sharply, earning the sound of a muffled glp from above and the sensation of more and more of it pulling into his belly, coiling around you on the fleshy floor, gulp after gulp ushering it down, down…

The piece of yarn bobs momentarily at the back of Christopher’s throat, and it brushes the folds of flesh there as its pulled down his gullet. It isn’t fully soaked through with his saliva, not yet, and as he sits with his jaws open, he gulps, feeling it stick dryly in his throat- though he persists in his task anyway. 

With a few more short swallows, there’s no trace left of you at all. No rope dangles from between his lips. No shape wriggles in his throat, and as he trails a hand down to his comfortably full stomach… he grins at the realization that you fit so perfectly inside that you’ve completely vanished from the outside world. Not even a lump against his middle surfaces to show anyone where you’ve vanished to, and he purrs in delight, trailing his fingers over his middle and hiccuping suddenly when you squirm. 

“Oh, don’t worry.”

His voice rumbles around you, echoing over the sounds of digestion. One of the fleshy walls folds inward with a prod against you and you feel the tip of one of his claws massaging you into the lining. 

“I think I’m going to let my guts take their time with you… best get comfy in there.” 

[jack-the-nibbler]

Voretober Day One: Mask/Safety

Yharnam is a death trap for a borrower, but there are a rare few who may shield you from the dangers it holds.

The Night of the Hunt is no place for a borrower. It was a horrific enough time for anyone unfortunate enough to be caught out in the street as the sun went down, but it was particularly harrowing for someone as small as yourself. It was all too easy to be stepped on, stumble into a pyre, or snapped up by a beast or crow. Safe places were few and far between.

You hurried along through the darkened streets of Yharnam, leaping at every noise. A rusted axe being dragged along the ground, the snarls of hungry monsters, the shouting of hunting mobs. You huddled against a corner, shielding yourself from view and from the cold. If you could just find a safe place to sleep through the terror of the night…

The sound of footsteps caught your attention, and you quickly huddled in on yourself. A human was approaching, a hunter…but from what you could gather, he seemed stable. No lurching, stumbling gait of a deteriorating madman, walking with a cautious, yet collected posture. His long coat and saw cleaver were lightly spattered with blood, but he appeared untouched by infection…for now. But you were intrigued by this stranger. Was he an outsider like yourself? You peeked out, trying to get a better view.

You swiftly realized your mistake when he paused, turning to look in your direction. Had your movement given you away? You quickly shrunk back, but he was already approaching. The hunter tilted his head, leaning down to inspect the trembling little borrower trying to blend in with the cobblestones. It seemed your curiosity and his perception would be the death of you…

The hunter reached a gloved hand close, but to your shock he didn’t grab you. He just held his hand out, as if inviting you to step on. You frowned, daring to look up at him. Most of his face was obscured by a feathered tricorn hat and a mask that covered just about everything except for his curious blue eyes and a bit of his brown hair. Deciding that you were cornered anyways, you carefully stepped upon his hand, hoping he’d be nice enough to give you a swift end.

The hunter cupped his hands around you, gazing down at your tiny, shivering form. He wasn’t crushing you, and didn’t seem to have any malicious intent. Slowly and with great care, he brought you against his chest, cradling you close. It was warm, blocking out the cold of the night. You huddled against his chest, giving a soft little sigh.You were confused, but had to admit that this was nice.

The hand cradling you suddenly lifted you up to the mask that wrapped around most of his face. His free hand reached up to pull down his balaclava, and to your shock, opened his mouth wide. This hunter was going to eat you! You knew it was too good to be true! You shook your head, but his hand pressed you further. His tongue slipped out, giving a slow, gentle lick up along your body. You shivered, giving him a pleading look. Again, you couldn’t sense any ill intent…he wasn’t just shoving you into his mouth either. What was he planning?

You were gently slid onto the hunter’s extended tongue. It was so slimy…but rather soft. His warm breath washed over you, completely eliminating the chill of the night. The hunter’s tongue pulled you inside, his teeth and lips closing shut behind you. He pulled his mask back up, giving you no chance to escape if you got cold feet. You took a deep breath, trying to keep yourself calm as his tongue swished and wrapped around you, tasting and coating you in saliva. At least he wasn’t chewing you up…

You were soon pushed towards the back of the hunter’s tongue, peering down into his throat. It looked dark and wet, pulsing as if in anticipation to pull you down. Shuddering, but accepting the inevitable, you let yourself slide feet first into the hunter’s gullet as he tilted his head back. With a gulp, the squishy flesh hugged your legs, one more engulfing the rest of your body. A whimper escaped you as the peristalsis dragged you downwards.

The motion of the hunter’s throat squeezed you all over, almost taking your breath away. You weren’t getting suffocated, thankfully, but your mind was racing with all sorts of possibilities. Would you run out of air in his stomach? Would you have to suffer a slow, slimy end from digestion? The trip down felt like forever, but you were soon yelping as you landed within the belly of the beast hunter.

You pressed yourself up against one of the fleshy walls, your eyes wide. You couldn’t believe it…you had been swallowed. All around you were the gurgles and groans of his innards, his heart pounding right above you. What should you do? Try to force your way out? You couldn’t just lay here and let his body absorb you!

You flinched as you felt a gentle pressure and motion from outside. The hunter was rubbing his stomach…for a moment you feared that he truly saw you as nothing but a snack, but it didn’t feel that way. There was a sense of reassurance to it…like he was trying to tell you that you’d be okay. That you would be safe with him.

Well…maybe this wasn’t so bad. He’d been careful with you, much more than he needed to be, not to mention you had yet to feel any signs of digestion. You sighed as you nestled into one of the slimy, yet cozy folds of the stomach. Better to end up here than in the guts of some horrible beast. It was dark, but it was a comforting, warm darkness. Not anything like the chilling, ominous darkness of the Yharnam streets, where danger lurked around every corner. You curled up and gently kneaded the slippery flesh, letting yourself drift off.

The Hunter rubbed his stomach again, stifling a burp. He’d already cleared out this area, so he’d have a mostly safe, if lengthy walk to the nearest Messenger Lamp. He’d planned to spit you out within the safety of the Hunter’s Dream, but given how you were resting peacefully inside of him, it couldn’t hurt to rest up there for a while. The Hunter’s hand lingered over his middle for a moment before taking his gun from his hip. He needed to protect his new little friend.

[debiteful]

Inspired by the request posted earlier!

Content: soft vore, fatal vore, digestion, female borrower prey, cat pred, Bean feeder(? Kinda?), belly rubs, praise, insults, trapping, deceptive

Hazel scurried along the kitchen counter. The bean was somewhere nearby, but they would never see her back here. She shifted the canvas bundle beneath her arm that was stuffed full of delicious crumbs. She couldn't imagine why no other borrowers lived in this place; it was full of treats!

With the hole in sight, she picked up the pace. Unfortunately she caught her foot on something and tumbled forward. To her surprise she didn't hit the counter, instead dangling in the air. A wire was looped around her ankle, pressing painfully into her skin. She wordlessly struggled, reaching for the snare high above her head.

After hours of being trapped, she was exhausted. Every time the Bean came into the room, she got all tense and afraid. They never came near her though. How did this trap even get here? She had had much too long to ponder this and similar questions. She had settled on a mouse trap as the answer. There was a housecat, but they were a shoddy hunter.

Late into the evening, the Bean returned to the kitchen once more. They made a beeline for where the trap lay and gasped in surprise to see a tiny person there. They clicked their tongue and grabbed her in a soft, warm hand with a grip that was just a little too snug. They loosened the wire and freed her foot, inspecting the red marks with a frown, "Well look at that. You okay?"

They turned their catch in their hand, leaving Hazel laying right side up in their palm. Her heart pounded rapidly inside her chest and she was left speechless. 

"Not chatty huh? Well alrighty come with me," they said as they covered her with their other hand. Their fingers were interlaced, affording her a view outward without giving enough space for her to take a flying leap; not that she was that foolish!

They took her to their bedroom and sat on the edge of the mattress. They had a stern look and their tone was solemn, "You be careful now."

Then they leaned over and dropped her gently onto the plush rug.

Bewildered, Hazel got to her feet and started towards the nearest hole. Something was off though. A scent? A strange sound? She couldn't be sure.

Suddenly something blunt and powerful struck her from the side, sending her flying. She landed on the rug again, this time laying on her back. Stunned, she watched as a pale form hurried over. That dumb housecat had actually hit her!

Under its icy blue gaze she scrambled to her feet only to be knocked aside again. The whitefurred animal would not let up, chasing and attacking relentlessly. Hazel could hear the Bean giggle and caught a glimpse of them curled up on the edge of the bed as they watched. 

What sort of monster would do this? The question barely crossed her mind as her body was sent flying and crossed the room. With soft bounds thw cat followed behind, its tail lashing from side to side.

Hazel forced herself to her feet and sprinted towards the cat, hoping to confuse it. The beastly animal took a step back to the borrowers relief; this quickly turned to dismay as it reared up then landed on her with both front paws. The pads were soft and leathery, but sharp claws pricked st her from amongst the fluffy fur. 

It was only a few moments before it released her and backed off a couple of steps. Body low to the ground, its blue eyes were unwaveringly fixed on Hazel. She spun around and made a desparate dash for a hole. It was a long shot but it was all she had.

Pawsteps thumped behind her, but she dare not look back. Unfortunately her determination mattered not as the cat crashed into her and then the wall, knocking the breath from the little person's chest. 

As she gasped for air, she drew in shockingly moist, warm air. Even before the confusion could register, sharp teeth closed around her. She flailed her limbs desperately, hands hitting whiskered muzzle and feet kicking chin. That rough pink tongue raked across her back, dragging her deeper into the maw of this feline.

She panted for breath as she was licked and scratched. Every lap maneuvered her a little closer to that dark doomed tunnel that led to the belly of the beast.

With the last of her strength, she fought to crawl away from that throat, but it was in vain. Muscular tongue hauled her back and smooth throat muscles rippled in crushing waves to drag her downward. Each swallow squished slimey flesh against every inch of her, leaving her panting after each little smothering.

By the time she reached the stomach, she was exhausted. Her body slid limply into the wrinkled pouch full of fluid. As the walls twitched and flexed around her, the acid seeped into her clothes. She felt numb; her vision was blacking out slowly, but it was too dark to tell.

Once it's prey was down, the cat hopped up onto the bed beside its bean and flopped across their lap. They chuckled and scratched under the pets chin, then ran a finger down their throat and chest before gently rubbing its tummy. Rumbling purrs was the only sound for a long while. Eventually soft murmured praised joined them, as they heard gurgles and bubbling from within their pets gut, "Good kitty. You're such a feirce hunter, taking care of that vermin."

The words didn't mean much one way or another to the cat. All it cared about was the chance to hunt and get a full bly of warm prey.

[jack-the-nibbler]

The Doctor and the Borrower pt. 1

To most borrowers, a villain’s lair is one of the last places they’d want to hide. You’ve decided to take this risk...with consequences that you may and may not have seen coming.

Fandom: Skylanders

Words: 1,457

It’s never easy being a borrower, especially in Skylands. It’s a vast, wonderous realm, but danger lurks around every corner, more so at your size. Vicious monsters are everywhere-often spread by the Dark Portal Master trying to conquer everything, an encounter with a single Chompy could be deadly, and even the most well-meaning, heroic Skylander could accidentally stomp you.

Most borrowers tended to stay in Mabu villages, uninhabited elemental zones, or other places that had some level of safety. You, on the other hand, had settled somewhere far riskier. Somewhere that few monsters dared to venture. Perilous, but well protected by its own fiendish inhabitants. You had made your home in the walls of the infamous Dr. Krankcase’s lair.

The workshop had its own share of dangers. Toxic fumes were everywhere, as were vats and containers of slimy green goo that threatened to overflow. Plus there were plenty of sharp tools, threatening machinery, hulking lumber robots populating the place, and the risk of the “good” doctor finding you. You could only imagine the kinds of experiments he would run on you if he got his hands on you…

That said, it was amazingly easy to adapt. There were lots of wood and metal bits and pieces you could carry to your hideaways. The pantry was well stocked too, and uncontaminated crumbs were everywhere. And if you were lucky, he’d accidentally leave out your favorite snack-pickles! As long as you were careful-and there were no major incidents-you could live out your days comfortably here!

Unfortunately, Dr. Krankcase would eventually learn of his little guest’s escapades. It started with him noticing random bits and bobs going missing. It didn’t concern him too much, given his habit of misplacing things. But then snacks that were left out for later were suddenly missing or half eaten, especially his pickles. He knew for a fact that his Evilikin didn’t eat anything. When Krankcase found itty bitty footprints trailed through a pile of sawdust, he knew he wasn’t dealing with an ordinary rat or Chompy infestation.

Setting up a trap for his little intruder was child’s play for the mad doctor. Rig a cage over a plate with a small pickle on it, pretend to go to bed, then lie in wait. With a bit of patience, he’d have his little intruder in no time. Indeed, you were carefully creeping out of hiding, too peckish to have much caution. The placement was a little suspicious, but the Doctor was asleep by now, right?

You stepped onto the plate, ready to take a big bite of the gherkin sitting in front of you. But the moment you sank your teeth in, a cage dropped on top of you with a deafening CLANG. You froze, frantically looking around, finding no escape. Even if you could slip out, Dr. Krankcase was already scuttling towards you. There wasn’t any hope of outrunning him, even if you weren’t so small.

“Gotcha! Now let’s get a look at you…” Your heart pounded uncontrollably as a gloved hand reached in, grabbing you. You tried to fight, but his grip was impossible to break out of. Krankcase’s intrigued gaze made you feel even smaller than you already were, those large eyes of his narrowing slightly. “Oooh, you’re a little one, aren’t ya! Tell me, how long have you been creeping around my workshop?”

“Urk-! Er…about five months now…?” You said meekly. Your instincts were screaming at you to get out of here, despite your position. And here he sounded as if he was just conversing with an old friend! 

“Really now? I’m impressed you’ve survived this long! Sorry to break your streak like that.” Krankcase didn’t sound incredibly sorry about it. He just kept poking all over you, smirking as you squeaked in fright.

“Y-you’re not just going to throw me out, are you…?” That was probably the best thing he could do, as opposed to experimenting on you, or squashing you. To your surprise he shook his head.

“Nah, it’d be a waste to kick out a rare little one like yourself. If anything, you’d be an interesting little pet!” He said, cackling. “I don’t have a proper enclosure for you just yet, but I have somewhere else you can’t escape from.”

Before you could ask, you watched his pink tongue slide along his lips. Dr. Krankcase lifted you over his head and opened wide, warm breath rising up like steam from his maw. You gasped and gripped onto his gloved fingers, frantically kicking your legs. This couldn’t be happening! This had to be a nightmare!

“Wait, no! You don’t have to eat me! I’ll be a good pet!” you cried. Your pleas were ignored as Krankcase lowered your legs into his mouth. His lips closed around your flailing legs, suckling on you and licking along your form. Krankcase smiled around you, humming at your taste. Every passing moment led to you gradually sliding deeper into his mouth. Why was he slurping you in so slowly? Was this his way of making your punishment worse?

Once his lips were around your chest, Dr. Krankcase stopped messing around and slurped you up fully. You grasped onto his tongue, grimacing at the slimy texture. Your grip was short lived, the slippery saliva and movements of the tongue making it nearly impossible to hold on. The cushiony interior of the mad doctor’s mouth absorbed every blow from your kicks and struggles, and each lick helped wear you down further. It didn’t take long at all for all the fight to be drained from you.

The moment you stopped struggling was the moment Dr. Krankcase was done toying with you. He tilted his head back, letting you slide along his tongue towards the back of his mouth. You whimpered, but knew that begging was pointless. Tears ran down your cheeks as your legs slipped down into his throat. A single gulp pulled your lower half into his squishy gullet; one more sent you all the way down.

You mustered up the urge to wriggle as the peristalsis pushed you down Krankcase’s gullet. It was horribly slimy and squishy, not to mention how tightly you were being squeezed. Krankcase pressed against the bulge traveling towards his belly, squishing you further. You cringed at the feeling, hoping it would end.

Your wish was soon granted, though not in the way you would have preferred. You landed within the slimy embrace of the doctor’s stomach. The pink walls gave a light green glow, allowing you to see. Not like there was much to take in…you shuddered, curling up within your fleshy prison. The shock of the situation lingered, and you only snapped back to attention as Krankcase shook you from outside.

“Ahh…there we go, nice and tucked away for the night!” He said, patting his gut. “Aww, there’s no need to shiver! Tell me, what’s it like in there? Dark, slimy?” 

“Um…th-the walls are actually glowing a little…” you said softly. You were certain he only meant to mock you, but on the outside he quickly pulled out a notepad and pencil.

“Really now? I never would have imagined!” He remarked, writing that down. “Please, tell me more! It’s not like I’ll ever see the inside of my own stomach!”

As if being a snack wasn’t bad enough, you now felt like a guinea pig as you talked about how warm it was, how balmy and slimy the walls were, etc. You wiped the tears and slime from your eyes, the fear slowly subsiding. At least you weren’t being digested…and the questions did finally stop after a short while.

“Well, I’m beat. Time to take a rest for real!” Krankcase stretched his arms, then glanced at the gherkin left under the cage. No sense in wasting a perfectly good pickle, he thought as he popped it into his mouth, swallowing it whole as well. You yelped as the vegetable landed on your head. Well…at least you got your dinner back.

As Dr. Krankcase headed off to bed, you quietly munched away before the pickle could get too slimy. You prayed that he wouldn’t digest you in your sleep…although being his pet didn’t sound much better. Perhaps you should look at the bright side; at least you’d be fed, and wouldn’t have to fend for yourself. Maybe you’d be spared from experimentation…but probably not from being eaten again.

With your belly full and captor ready to tuck in for the night, you reluctantly settled into the folds of the stomach. Once you got past the slime, it was actually quite soft and plush. The dim glow was almost like a night light. With some reluctance, you closed your eyes, silently worrying about your future as you drifted off…

[jack-the-nibbler]

Being a borrower in a mad scientist’s lair, scavenging bits and pieces, having to avoid his gaze lest you become his pet, test subject, or even snack...

[jack-the-nibbler]

Help me pick a name for a Victorian borrower lady. Pls

Emily

Olive

Minerva

Nellie

Rosabelle

Voting ended onOct 24, 2023