“If I could just hold you again…” (or the second vore experience in the Borrower!Verse) (2/2)
So, here it is like I promised: the vore-ish goods!
Anyway, four weeks have past since Alex and Ellen have begun a romantic relationship, as well as reconciled since the incident at the party. Alex doesn’t take care of himself, Ellen is a little more adventurous and eager than even she thought, and of course... vore ensues.
I just love writing this AU so much! I hope all of you enjoy!
Also, if you’re into StarKid (specifically the Hatchetfield stuff), you should check out @that-one-fandom-vore-blog. They’re the one responsible for getting me into TGWDLM and Black Friday, both of which I have not stopped watching since the week before Winter Break started.
Anyway, let’s jump into the story.
In the four weeks that had passed since he and Ellen Reed began a relationship, Alex P. Keaton could've sworn he was in Heaven.
He admits, it's a pretty unusual relationship, a Borrower and a human. They couldn't kiss each other or hold hands the normal way, but neither of them minded. After having avoided each other for so long, he was perfectly content with her just lying on his torso for the next few hours.
Though, it wasn't like the past four weeks hadn't been entirely bump-free. One time, while he was studying for an exam and Ellen had been napping on top of his stomach, it let out a loud growl that woke her up and she just started crying. He tried to comfort her, but she recoiled at his touch.
Otherwise, the incident at the party remained mostly unmentioned... though the both of them often thought about it. Sometimes Alex couldn't help the memory of Ellen squirming down his throat, her hands against his stomach wall, and the weight of her shape within his innards. And, Ellen actually considered that, if it had been under different circumstances, she would've found the darkness and constant gurgling... a little soothing.
"Alex..."
Alex looked down at the Borrower resting, surprisingly, against his belly. "Yeah, Ellen?"
"I've been... I've been thinking about... what happened," she said. She poked at his stomach for emphasis. She felt his body tense up.
"What about it?" he asked.
"Well," she exhaled. "Just... compared to Dennis, you were a lot more gentle. And when I asked you to spit me out, you did. And... and..."
"You know, you don't have to talk about it," Alex told her.
"I know, but I want to," Ellen countered. "And... maybe if it hadn't been forced on us like that... I would've enjoyed it."
Alex was shocked.
"What about you?" Ellen asked him.
"Me?"
"Yeah. Looking back on what happened... do you think you kinda enjoyed it?"
Alex felt a wave of guilt wash over him. "Maybe?" his answer sounded more like a question.
He gave himself a moment to collect his thoughts. He didn't want to give Ellen an answer that scared her the way she had been scared that night. "I didn't like hearing you cry, or that I scared you. But... I liked feeling your weight in here..." he moved his hand to rest against his stomach, "And... I liked feeling like I could protect you from anything while you were in there."
Both the human and the Borrower were blushing bright red, though both were relieved with their confessions. Alex's cheeks turned a darker shade of red when his stomach decided to growl loudly, as if on cue.
"Alex, have you eaten today?" Ellen asked, equally teasing and concerned.
"I-- uh, I... I--" he stammered. "Not since breakfast."
"Oh, Alex," Ellen sighed.
As if to join Ellen in scolding him, his belly gave a displeased grumble.
"I know, I know," Alex said, remembering the familiar spiel she gave him about taking care of himself. He felt the tiny girl shivering against him. "You okay, Ellen?"
"Just cold," she said, snuggling closer against his rumbling stomach. Her hand slipped in between two of the buttons on his shirt, making contact with his hot skin and causing the human to shiver slightly.
With another impatient growl from Alex's middle, Ellen got an idea. "Well... maybe now would be a good time for us to try... that out... see for ourselves?"
"Are you sure?" he asked nervously, though he didn't deny the soft growls emitting from his belly.
"Very sure," Ellen answered.
Alex cupped her in his hands, slowly lifting her up to his mouth. He opened his maw enough for her to crawl in on her own. Ellen kicked her shoes off and promptly crawled in, surprisingly finding herself looking forward to this. She laid herself out on his tongue so that she'd fall into his belly feet-first. One of the things she hated about what happened the previous two times was falling in head-first.
"Just give me a minute," she told him. "I... I want to look around a bit longer."
Alex hummed affirmatively, using it as an opportunity to run his tongue over her to take in her taste. The last time it fell across his tongue, he was panicking too much to pay attention to it; he just wanted to get her in and out as soon as he could. And he was too focused on Ellen crying to be let out.
But this was different. The both of them wanted this... at least to his knowledge. He was worried that Ellen would revert back to the state she was in that night, sobbing and screaming and kicking at his insides.
Meanwhile, Ellen stopped herself from yelping at she felt Alex's tongue rubbing itself over her body. Her surprise dissolved into giggles.
"Alex, that tickles!" she laughed. His tongue then pinned her to the roof of his mouth. "You can swallow now.
Alex pressed his hand to his throat and gulped. He traced Ellen's path as she was pulled down his throat, gasping as she fell into his belly. He poked at where he felt her weight. "Ellen? Are you okay in there?"
"Yeah, Alex," Ellen reassured him. Even in the darkness, it was painfully obvious how empty his stomach had been until she asked him to eat her.
"Are you sure?" he asked, sounding worried.
"Of course I am, Alex," Ellen answered. Hesitantly, she sat down in one of the folds of the stomach wall. "How are you feeling?"
"Good," Alex said, sounding surprised. "Full."
Ellen giggled. "Good to hear."
She placed both of her hands against the wall and began massaging, hearing Alex shudder.
"Oh... that... that feels... amazing..." he gasped out. He wouldn't deny that he was weak for belly rubs. Ellen had an uncanny ability to know just where to rub whenever his stomach was aching in order to get it to calm down, and feeling it from the inside was... was just incredible.
The calmness that he was beginning to feel quickly went away when his stomach gurgled loudly. "Ellen? E-- Ellen?"
"I'm okay," she promised. "You've just got a pretty talkative tummy."
Alex blushed.
"Don't worry about it, though," Ellen added. "It doesn't bother me as much as I thought it would."
Alex rubbed at his belly, laying back onto his bed. "Would it bother you if I fell asleep? I... I'll try not to roll onto my stomach, I promise and--"
"I wouldn't mind at all," Ellen answered eagerly. "I'm actually getting tired, too."
Alex settled under the covers, keeping his hand over where he felt Ellen's shape in his stomach. He easily dozed off, with the Borrower not far behind.