Y/n's Secret
(WARNING soft/safe vore. Don't like? Don't read please.) (Warning mentions of digestion and hard vore.) Nothing happens but it's briefly mentioned. (I don't own DC or it's characters. This is for fun) This story wound up being a lot longer than I thought it would.
I was encouraged to actually go through with writing some safe vore stories regarding the DC villains. These are going to be pretty self-indulgent (and a bit personal). I wrote (y/n) as a lady but feel free to change it as you see fit)
All was quiet in the sewers as a young lady paced the floors of the hidden lair of none other than the infamous Killer Croc. She had been waiting for a few hours for him and his boys to return from their latest heist. 'I hope they're alright' she thought as she stopped pacing and slowly looked to the submerged entrance of the lair. 'They're usually back by now. I hope they're not hurt. Did Batman get them?' She shook her head dismissively as she sighed and ran her dainty fingers through her hair. "No no I'm just worrying too much...again."
Some might have wondered why she was there in the first place. After all no one in there right mind would intrude upon Waylon Jones' personal "lily pad". The girl laughed a bit at this and went to sit on the couch. After all is it really intruding if she's paying her beau a visit. Waylon and her had been dating for 8 months now.
(flashback)
It had three months since befriending Croc and his boys. They had protected her from a rather drunken man at a bar who refused to take a simple "no" for an answer. She couldn't believe it at first but it was hard not to seeing his unconscious body slumped against a stool. She fondly remembered Freddy's joke about how "This guy should lay off the booze" and laughed.
"What's so funny cher?" Killer Croc asked looking over his shoulder as he walked through the murky tunnels of the sewer. "Ah nothing much. Just a memory that's all" He nodded as he looked back towards the depths of the tunnel. " We still got a long way before we reach the exit. Best keep moving lest we miss the surprise." He said opening the pale burlap sack to peer at it's contents.
"What is the surprise exactly?" She asked trying to sneak a peek inside. "If I told you that then it wouldn't be a surprise then would it?" He chuckled as he hoisted the sack back over his shoulder and kept walking.
(flashback end)
He had really surprised her that evening. A picnic underneath the stars as comets soared through the sky. She remembered how surprised she was when he had asked her to be his....and how his smile faded as he initially took her reaction for rejection. She wasted no time to clear things up though and explain that she wasn't against the idea at all. She just didn't expect him (or anyone really) to be interested in her. The moment his smile returned she felt a warmth in her chest as she gazed into his eyes and agreed to be his.
She still didn't understand what he saw in her... Sure he was an intimidating convict who robbed banks and probably ate people but he was really smart, cool, clever, strong, and quite the smooth talker. Meanwhile she was well...her. She was always so clumsy and forgetful and her words just never seem to come out right. She'd lost track of all times he had to help her up find something she lost or keep her from falling.
...His deep voice always made her weak in the knees, especially when he'd start teasing her about how if she didn't start being more careful he might just have himself a snack. He'd tease her about how tasty she smelled or how she was"sweet enough to eat" when she had complimented him. A blush crept into her face as she covered her face in her hands. Why was she like this!? If he knew she was into that sort of thing he'd think she was a freak!
...She wasn't always interested in vore. It was just something that brought her comfort and made her feels safe. Her life had been filled with so much stress, anxiety, and trauma. She never had someone to protect and cherish her before so the idea of being safely curled away within someone she cared about seemed so nice. Surrounded by someone who cared about her without having so many high expectations placed on her shoulders. She sighed as she wrapped her arms around her legs and rested her head.
(a few hours later) (Killer Croc's pov)
Killer Croc sighed as he emerged from the murky waters into his lair. The Bat had given him and his boys a rough time during their latest heist. He growled remembering how the caped crusader upper cutted him in the gut. Normally a punch wouldn't bother him so much but that Bat had been a thorn in his scaly hide ever since they first met.
His boys had put up a pretty good fight this time though. Vic and Terrance had gotten better at dodging Batman's moves and even delivered some pretty hard punches before Batman could even block them. Freddy still needed to work on that but it was hilarious seeing him smack Bats in the face with a herring. Boy went flying farther than a bird on a tailwind.
He sighed and rubbed his face. They had been planning this heist for weeks so for Batman to go and mess everything up again when they were almost home free was frustrating. He'd gotten away but his boys weren't so lucky. Batman had the three of them tied up and hanging unconsciously from the gargoyles. Police sirens were sounding off in the distance and Waylon wasn't about to go back to Arkham so he knocked Batman out with his tail and made a break for it. 'I'll have to break my boys out latter' he thought as he looked up.
Sitting there on the couch was his girlfriend fast asleep with her head pressed against her knees. He chuckled as he walked up to the coach. Hard to believe he was dating anyone 'specially a naive little pipsqueak with the grace of a chicken on a dock. Still...he wouldn't deny his fondness for her.
She always did her best cheer him up after a long day and the way her eyes lit up whenever she saw something cute was sweet. His favorite moments after a day like this were to just rest on the coach with his arms wrapped around her as she chatted about whatever show, or game she was interested in at the time. Sometimes she'd even read her books to him as he laid there with his eyes closed. Once she'd ask if he was still listening and he'd joked "I don't need my eyes to hear girl".
His stomach growled suddenly as he realized he hadn't eaten anything all day. "Let's see what we have in the fridge" he said as he sauntered over to view it's contents. Opening the door all that was left was a half a pack of salami, a few slices of cheese and some leftover fried chicken legs from the night before. Waylon didn't feel like heating the chicken up this time so he just grabbed them out of the fridge and placed one into his mouth as he closed the fridge. A few moments later and he was walking back towards the coach, sharpening one of the bones to use as a toothpick. "Not the best meal I've ever had but it's better than nothin'" he said as he sat down.
Next to him his girlfriend slowly awoke from Dreamland. "'Bout time you woke up cher. I was beginning to wonder if dreamland was gonna keep you." He said chuckling as she looked up at him with a sleepy gaze. "When did you get back?" She asked as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and yawned. "10 minutes ago." "Where's Vic, Freddy, and Terrance?" "Batman ruined our heist. The boys are probably on their way to the big house by now. I'll break 'em out later. Right now my muscles are sore after brawling with the Bat for hours." Waylon said rolling his shoulders and tossing the bone to the side. "Um... Do you want me to massage your shoulders?" Y/n asked looking up at him. He smiled softly and said "Sure cher. That'd be nice" as y/n went around the couch and started massaging his shoulders, kneading her fingers in while rubbing his shoulder blades in gentle circles. After a while she began to massage his neck as well as Waylon sighed and closed his eyes.
(timeskip) (y/n's pov)
She was leaning against Waylon's side as he leaned back against the coach with his right arm around her. The massage seemed to have loosened his shoulders up pretty well evidenced by the peaceful smile on his resting face.
She smiled gently at this as she read a safe vore story from one of her favorite creators on her phone. She made sure her phone was on low brightness. Partially so that the light wouldn't disturb her boyfriend's rest, and partially so no one could easily see what she was reading. She blushes deeply as the villain of the story swallows down the helpless victim.
Unbeknownst to her scaly beau was beginning to stir and slowly opened one eyes to see his petit cher on her phone. Based on how close her face was to the screen, it must be a pretty interesting story. "You'll go blind that way cher" he said as he curled his arms around her more.
Startled she quickly clicked the power off on her phone and put it in her lap. Raising an eyebrow at this Croc asked "Why'd you do that for?" "Well um... I guess you just startled me hehe" she said as her cheeks flushed in embarrassed. He smirked as he leaned his arm against the armrest of the couch and rested his head into his palm . "Mind if I asked what you reading?" She turned her head away as her cheeks warmed up significantly. "J-just a story."
"Just a story huh?" He chuckled "Well if it's just a story then why are your cheeks so red?" He then leaned forward, wrapped his arms around her and said in a low whisper "My cher wouldn't be hiding something from me now would she?" Y/n could feel her blush deepen significantly as Waylon laid back with her still in his grasp and nuzzled his snout into her neck. "W-waylon...you're...t-teasing me" she gasped as he licked her cheek. "You know I have to tease you every once and a while. Maybe if you weren't so tempting, it'd be easier to resist" he said as he gently pried her phone from her grasp. "Now let's see what my honey has been reading hm?"
After unlocking the phone and turning up the brightness some, he was surprised at what his girl had been reading so intently. As he read the story from the beginning, she tried to wiggle free from his hold. It proved fruitless so after a few minutes of struggling she just laid there covering her face with hands in embarrassment. Shortly after Waylon finished reading the story.
He wasn't exactly sure what to think in all honesty. He guessed story was sweet in a weird sort of way and it helped explain why she blushes so much when he says she looks tasty as well as why she likes to lay on his stomach after a hearty meal. It was still pretty strange but he couldn't deny his own slight blush at the thought of swallowing his his cher down, keeping her tucked away inside of him. All for him. "Cher?" He asked as he thought everything over.
It took a moment for her to respond. "Yeah?" He paused as contemplated the best way to phase it. "...How would you like to make this story a reality?"
She uncovered her face and looked up at him in shock. "W-what? You don't think the story's...weird?" "Oh it's weird, kinda freaky even but that's not necessarily a bad thing" he responded as she turned her head away. " I thought you wouldn't want anything to do with me if you found out...." At this Killer Croc sat up and turned her around to face him. " Now you listen to me y/n. I've spent my whole life on the rougher side of it. I've had people look at me in contempt, try to use me to get what they want, treat me like garbage over something I can't control, and lock me up in a cage like some animal. If you think I'm going to dump you just because you're into something kinky, you've got another thing coming."
Y/n just stared at him in disbelief as her eyes began to water. She was so certain he wouldn't want to be with her anymore, especially after the way her last relationship had ended. After being dumped by the same guy so many times, it was hard to believe that anyone would want to actually be with her, let alone stay with her. She has tried so hard to be the best girlfriend she could for Waylon because she really did love him, but she also tried so hard to be perfect for him because she was scared of being thrown away again. She was scared that no matter how hard she tried that she would never be worth keeping. "You're really not going to break up with me?"She muttered as she tried to make the tears stop flowing.
Waylon sighed as he pulled her into an embrace. "I'm not breaking up with you y/n. You're mine whether you believe it or not." He wasn't the best at soothing others so he just held his girlfriend close and gently rubbed circles into her back. After awhile the crying softened and she asked "What did you mean about...making this story into a reality?" He smiled gently and explained "well I was thinking it might be nice to...try it out. After all I am an infamous villain known for devouring helpless victims. Although my...usual method isn't exactly what you're into." She felt a chill run down her spine as he licked his sharp teeth. "...yeah definitely not"
"I've never tried to swallow my meal alive before and I've certainly never let one out of the tank before, but I suppose there's a first time for everything." He said as he flashed a mischievous grin causing y/n to blush once more as he adjusted his claws to hold her on both sides. "It won't hurt you will it? I don't want you to get choked." She mumbled a bit as she looked down worriedly about how things could potentially go wrong. Waylon gently placed one claw under her chin as he tilted her head to look up at him. "I'll be fine cher. You ain't exactly big after all. Pretty sure Batman's a foot taller than you."
"Still you said you'd never done this before and I don't want to accidentally hurt you." Waylon then cupped her check and said "I said I'll be fine. I won't let either one of us get hurt. I'll keep you inside for a a few hours and then cough you up later. Don't want my girlfriend to become a permanent addition to my body after all" he snickered as she smiled at him fondly.
(Killer Croc's pov)
"So uh are you ready?" "Sure darlin'. Do you wanna go head first?" "Um I was thinking hands first maybe. It'd probably make it easier for you to...yeah." Waylon smiled at just how nervous and flustered his girlfriend was before grabbing her hands and placing a kiss on her knuckles. "Sure honey. I'll be as gentle as I can." before placing both hands into his his wet maw. Y/n squeaked as he began to lick her hands and roll them around in his mouth, making sure not to nick her flesh as he pressed her hands into the sides of his checks. He slowly began sucking on them as he pressed them to the roof of his mouth, enjoying every moment of her flustered expression as he finally took the first swallow. She gasped as her arms slid deeper into the maw of her reptilian boyfriend, feeling as he smirked around them. He then took another powerful swallow, sending her body in elbow deep.
Waylon held her gently as he massaged his claws into her sides. 'This girl is so easy to tease.' He rolled his eyes back as he swallowed her up to her shoulders, eliciting a soft gasp from his treat. 'Man I should have done this sooner. She tastes way better than that cold chicken from earlier.' He slowly opened his eyes to see y/n with a dazed expression, a blush on her face, and a wide serene smile. 'Cute' he thought as he gently guided her head inside.
(Y/n's pov)
'Oh my gosh. He's a-actually doing this.' Y/n thought as his tongue lovingly caressed her face. She could feel her whole body trembling from excitement as Waylon took a deep swallow, concealing her head within his throat. It was tight, almost suffocatingly so, but she was too enamoured to really care. As Killer Croc's esophagus gently pulled her down, she could feel him take another strong swallow as her chest was swallowed into his drooling maw. She couldn't help but gasp sharply as he swallowed once more, causing her breasts to be squeezed into the tight confines.
She could feel as Waylon took his time caressing every inch of her belly with his rough tongue, every nibble and suckling of her flesh. She began to feel flushed as she began to feel heat in her body. As he gently grasped her thighs, she couldn't help the soft moan that escaped her lips as he pulled her in deeper.
(Killer Croc's pov)
He hadn't expected that sort of reaction to say the least but he couldn't help but laugh as she apologized beneath layers of flesh. 'Guess she's enjoying it quite a bit' he thought as he swallowed feeling her head enter his stomach. His stomach was already swelling quite a bit and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't starting to feel a bit nauseous from having such a big "meal" fill him up. He took two more deep swallows as he moaned in pleasure feeling her squirm deep within his stomach walls. He had swallowed her up to her knees. No turning back now.
He placed a clawed hand on the swelling of his stomach as he slurped up her calves. He stared thoughtfully at her feet before deciding to have a bit more fun with his girlfriend. A wicked smirk mad his way to his lips as he began to remove her shoes.
(Y/n's pov)
Y/n was confused as to why he stopped before feeling her shoes suddenly be removed as Killer Croc began to do the same with her socks. "H-hey Waylon. Dear y-you're not seriously going to- EEK!" She shrieked as he grabbed hold of her small feet before beginning his tickle torture. "W-Waylon! Waylon stop!!" She cried as she desperately struggled to free herself from his iron grip. She couldn't stop the laughter that poured from her mouth as her giant boyfriend continued to run his claws against the arch of her feet before swallowing them "AHAHAhaha Wa-WAYLON! Please stop!" She screamed in between laughter as her boyfriend then began nibbling on her toes.
Killer Croc's pov
He couldn't help but smirk at how ticklish Y/n was or how easily it had been to make her laugh breathlessly "y-you're being mean!" he heard her cry as he continued tasting her soft skin. 'I'm a villain darlin'. I'm supposed to be mean' he thought as her laughter continued. He could tell she was exhausted though so as much as he'd love to tickle her more, he decided to finish sending her to her to her temporary home. One final swallow later and he leaned back as he licked his teeth and felt the last of his girlfriend enter his stomach. Today started out bad yet he couldn't deny how nice and satisfied he felt holding someone he loved so closely.
As he rubbed his stomach he felt his cher's breathing slow as she curled up within him. He couldn't help the fond smile that found his way to his face; to think someone trusted him this much was astounding. He wasn't about to let anyone take her from him. As he thought deeply to himself he heard her say "I love you Waylon". Looking down he smiled softly and said "Love you too mon petit cheri"
