Omg its been AGES since I wrote a vore fic it's so fun why'd I stop lmao
Sorry its not mcyt I've been struggling with writing that lately so here's some S/D/V vore of my darling Shane and my oc Ember!
Warnings: Contains fearplay, mentions of digestion (none happen), safe, soft, nonsexual vore, and slight injury and blood, and alcoholism but it's Shane so that's a given
"Another one, Shane?" Emily asked as she dragged away a recently drained mug.
He gruffly nodded and she whisked away. She'd long since stopped trying to convince him to quit his nasty habit, despite her obvious disapproval.
Work was a slow, boring slog today, and with Morris looming over his head like a stormcloud after messing up a palette while stacking it left him stressed and tired. Luckily the Saloon was relatively empty today,only his fellow alcoholic Pam was with them, and she was near passed out like usual so there was no one to chatter endlessly and increase his migraine. Even Emily seemed to notice his dour mood and left him alone.
She brought over his next beer and he was swift to gulp it down. He was around 4 (was it 5?) in and it was already getting late. He was also quite hungry but he was already racking up a tab at the Saloon so he didn't want to add any food to his bill.
He sighed as he finished his beer, burping quietly from drinking too fast. He slid the mug back to Emily and paid for what he'd drank that night.
Shane gave her and Gus a half hearted wave and he stumbled out of the bar into the cool night of fall.
He trudged home, hands in his ratty jacket pockets and occasionally staggering off the path. Maybe he had drank 5...
He was brought out of his hazy stupor by a high, squeaky voice. He blearily looked around, it was just outside Marnie's ranch, but he saw no one.
'Oh right...the tinies...' he looked down and sure enough there was a very grumpy farmer looking up at him. Looks like one wrong step and he would've squished the poor fella, no wonder he's pissed.
The farmer had moved in at the beginning of spring and while living all by himself as a tiny, and making his own fortune, he'd managed to fit himself into the village pretty well. A lot of people in town liked him.
Shane was not one of those people.
Shane didn't like anyone in this town, except for Jas (and maybe Marnie), and he especially didn't like little firecrackers who were so bright and loud despite how tiny they were. Even if he did bring Shane some delicious gifts.
"Sorry, little dude, didn't see ya there." He huffed, intending to continue his short walk home.
"Hey I didn't walk here all the way from the mines in the freezing cold just for you to almost step on me! You could stand to watch where you're going jerk!" The little farmer yelped.
Shane grit his teeth. He was already in a bad mood and this was not helping. He was hungry and his house was right there.
He bent down and picked the tiny up, much to his dismay, bringing him up to his face.
"Hey keep your paws to yourself asshole!" the farmer growled, but the fight left him as he sank into the warmth of Shane's hand. Shane did notice he was shivering and his skin cool to the touch. It must be miserable walking around in the fall and winter.
"Look man, it's freezing can you just take me home? It's not that far away!" The farmer pleaded. Shane could see his icy eyes glimmering to gain sympathy.
Unfortunately for him, Shane wasn't in a sympathetic mood.
A low, mournful growl erupted from his stomach. Longing for something to fill it. The farmer seemed to recognize what was about to happen right as the idea popped into Shane's head.
"O-or you can just set me down! It's not that far I can probably make it! Please let me go I promise I won't bother you anymore!" Hm, a tempting offer, but now that his hunger had been rekindled he was hellbent on making a meal outta this farmer.
"Don't worry, kid, I've got a place that will warm you right up." He grinned. He brought the farmer to his mouth and lapped his tongue right across his face.
"Ack- your breath is disgusting!" He rewarded that smart comment with sticking the upper half of the farmer right in his mouth.
"Shane! This isn't funny, let me go!" He shouted, legs kicking furiously. Shane hummed as he slicked up the farmer. He had a savory, smoky taste to him that was absolutely delicious. Wanting more he pushed the farmers legs inside, now sealing him completely in his mouth.
The farmer thrashed angrily on his tongue, trying desperately to get a holding but Shane was quick to pin him to the roof of his mouth. Swallowing down saliva that had already pooled there.
Shane's stomach growled again, sensing the meal not too far away, and he figured it was time to finally fill it.
"Shane, I swear to Yoba, let me go!"
'If you say so.' He thought cheekily before swallowing heavily.
Ember yelped as he was shoved headfirst into his hot, tight gullet. A wave of dizziness washed over him as he was now almost completely vertical.
Another swallow pushed him a few inches lower. Another and he could hear the slow but heavy pounding of Shane's heart.
He whined at the sensation, going from the freezing air to this sweltering, crushing heat was melting his brain. He could feel his own heart rabbit-beating in his chest with fear.
Another wave and he dizzily thought about how much he loved learning about the digestive system in college, how fitting for him to die becoming apart of it. For some drunkard town loser no less.
Another swallow and he was met with a tight junction, a final one sealed his fate and his slid into his permanent resting place.
He yelped with disgust as he processed the stench of the stomach he resided in, months of nonstop drinking hadn't been kind to the organ. A pool that covered his legs must be the last dredges of what Shane had drank before meeting Ember. From what he could tell it was only beer by the unpleasant scent, but that was likely to change swiftly.
The drunken man sighed and patted his belly, and he yipped with fear as the stomach tightened around him, only for it to return to normal as Shane belched unapologetically. Shane chuckled, causing light vibrations to shake the chamber.
'What an awful way to die." He thought bitterly.
He growled, turned around and slamming his fists into the wall behind him." Let me out of here! You're gonna let me die cause I was rude to you one time?! If I did that I would've eaten you months ago!" He snarled furiously.
Shane huffed, patting his stomach condescendingly." Shame ya couldn't, aye kid?" The encounter had sobered him up quite a bit, and he was feeling much better with something filling him. He padded the short distance home and wandered to his room with no trouble. Marnie and Jas were almost certainly asleep by now. That just meant he had plenty of time to spend with his little cargo.
He shucked off his shoes and Joja jacket and slumped into bed, resting a hand on his belly.
"I swear I'll gut you Shane, don't tempt me!" The farmer threatened. He considered being nice and telling the tiny that he wasn't planning on digesting him, and he'd simply let him out in the morning after he'd had his fun, but he was enjoying toying with the little thing too much.
"I'd like to see you try, kid." He huffed as he absently rubbed his belly with a smirk.
"Alright, I warned you!" Shane winced as he actually felt a spike of pain in his gut.
"Ghh-what?" He grunted, tightening his grip on his stomach.
"I told you I just got out of the mines! No respectable miner goes in without a sword, dumbass!" Dammit, he conceded he literally asked for this. Karma was such a bitch sometimes.
The pain blossomed uncomfortably across his abdomen." Ack- I wasn't gonna hurt you kid! I just wanted to mess with you!" He growled through gritted teeth.
"Not gonna hurt me?! I'm in your stomach dude!" The farmer shrieked. Shane already felt like he had a hangover.
"Yeah and I can stop myself from digesting you, it's a giant thing, don't you know that?!" He said gruffly.
The farmer was silent for a moment.
"No...I'd never met any giants before I came to this town, I always stayed in tiny circles." He admitted.
"I thought you went to college?"
"Well students weren't really eating each other there!"
"Heh, your college sounds lame we used to do that all the time."
"You're gross dude."
Shane grinned but winced at another wave of pain." I know, but I'm not evil, I really wasn't gonna hurt you, I'm..." he sighed deeply," I'm sorry for scary you, kid, and for being such an ass to you." He murmured regretfully.
"You should be!...I'm sorry for stabbing you." The farmer apologized." I thought I was gonna die, in my defense." He added on.
Shane chuckled and gritted his teeth at the spike of pain that followed." Fair enough, I should probably go see Harvey, he's gonna be pissed at me wakin' him up so late." He sighed.
"Eh, I've had to be brought in late at night several times, I'm sure he's used to it by now." The farmer said nonchalantly.
Shane groaned, rubbing his stomach to alleviate some of the pain." Welp, this is gonna be an awkward conversation."
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Harvey was disappointed in Shane for toying with the poor farmer and said so to his face. He asked if Shane had learned his lesson to which he'd sheepishly nodded, now painfully sober.
He'd also learned his tiny companion was named 'Ember' as well. He'd never bothered to learn the little farmers name since he tried to stay away from him as much as possible.
Harvey gave him some painkillers and antibiotics that would heal the wound within a few days, but he'd been told to stay off drinking until then, much to Shane's displeasure.
When he'd been asked if he wanted to be released Ember had actually stated he wanted to remain for the night.
"I feel bad for hurting you, and I don't wanna send you home with an empty belly." He remarked as they walked back to the ranch. Shane raised an eyebrow." You don't have to force yourself to stay in there for my sake, I can heat up some frozen pizza when I get back home."
Ember was silent for a moment.
"Well...I kinda like it in here..." He whispered so soft Shane could barely hear.
A dumb grin plastered itself across his face." What was that?" He asked.
"Grr, I said I like it! Once you get over the smell and the gross wetness it's...almost relaxing in here." He admitted reluctantly.
Shane was surprised to hear a real confession out of the farmer. He rubbed his stomach as he made his way back home. Again.
"Yknow you're not the first tiny I've heard say that, you're not even the first I've heard say that about me. Sometimes I wonder what all the hype is about." Ugh, why did he admit that? This guy wasn't his friend!
Ember also seemed surprised, judging by his silence."...Well, it's nice and warm, and it's cozy, and hearing your uh- your heart and lungs blocks out the white noise of my head. It feels like a good place to fall asleep...oddly safe." He described hesitantly.
Shane hummed." Mm, that does sound nice." When's the last time he actually felt safe anywhere? Now he really wished he could experience it. He refused to say that out loud, though.
Soon they were back in the ranch and he flopped back onto his bed for a second time that night. Hopefully no sharp pointy things would interrupt his relaxing.
He jumped at a soft sensation from within him.
"Oh! Sorry, did I hurt you?" Ember apologized.
"No, what was that?" He asked, wanting to have the feeling back.
"I just felt like I should make it up to you somehow, figured rubbing your belly from the inside might feel nice." Shane flushed a little from embarrassment, and was grateful it would be too dark for Ember to see from inside.
"It- uh- it does feel nice, you can keep doing it, if it doesn't bother you." He answered shyly.
Ember raised an eyebrow. This man was completely different to the rough, mean predator that had devoured him earlier, where had this soft side come from?!
He went back to gently rubbing the rough, battered walls of the stomach.
Ember could audibly hear Shane sighing contently from the woosh of air rushing out of his lungs. A small smile spread across his face.
"Ahhh, thanks kid." He patted his belly fondly, and drifted into sleep with ease, having the best nights sleep he'd had in years.
Writing is a funny thing because I just wrote the thank you’s, acknowledgements, dedication, and author interview for the book I have yet to write based on an idea I had three seconds ago and probably won’t remember tomorrow.
Only been a couple days and i already got another fic that's craaaazy. This one's a qsmp fic surrounding Hideduo and Fit's boss Madagio
Warnings: Contains; soft vore, fearplay, referenced digestion, mentions of cannibalism & former limb loss
Pac was fucking terrified.
He'd awoken in the middle of the night when he fell from his cozy bed straight onto hard stone. In a cave he knew was far from home the second he laid eyes on a creature of nightmares. In all his time on Quesadilla Island he'd never seen anything like this.
This creature was all white with short fur coating its whole body. It was akin to that of a centaur. It stood on four legs, but also had a pair of arms folded across its chest, and a second set of arms that were shorter and hung limply from its belly. It had no mouth, only a blank, short muzzle and a pair of cold slitted eyes, one yellow and one blue, and pair of cat like ears atop its head. It had a short, stumpy tail that flicked angrily. The worst was its size, it absolutely towered over Pac and was for sure the biggest creature on the island, even bigger than Bad and Foolish. Its shoulders were broad and it looked stocky and heavy, like it could crush him with ease.
He knew what he was the second he saw it.
This was Fit's boss. No wonder he was terrified of him.
"Pac, do you have any idea what you've done?" It spoke despite having no mouth.
"I-I no, I'm sor-is this about Fit?" He stammered nervously, eyes wide as the full moon.
The beast took a lumbering step closer to him." I permitted that man to come to that island for one purpose, and one purpose only. To acquire player data for me, and instead he spent his precious time befriending the likes of you and these other pathetic islanders." He growled.
"But I thought he did get-"
"In the year he was there all he managed to acquire was a meager five people's data, of what?! 33? 35? That's an embarrassment for a person of his caliber!" Madagio snarled.
"I'm sorry for distracting him! We just...grew so close, I even gave him my own data!" Pac offered fearfully.
Madagio snorted, stepping forward and bending down to be right in Pac's face." Aww, how noble of you, truly you were such a big help to the cause." He said sardonically.
Pac swallowed nervously as the creature completely filled his vision.
"Look- p-please don't hurt Fitch, he doesn't deserve it!" He pleaded.
In spite of not having a mouth Pac almost felt the beast was grinning at him." And who said I was going to hurt him?" His arms darted forward and tightly gripped Pac's shoulders, causing him to yelp." I still need him to complete our work, but he needs to not have any pesky distractions until I can get my revenge, so you need to be out of our way." With ease he lifted Pac off the ground, the jackalope wriggled in its grip but its hold was firm.
"W-what are you going to do to me? I can help- I promise!" He begged, not wanting to be taken away from his family.
"I'm sorry Paccy, but I can't have you distracting my worker. Don't worry, this won't hurt a bit~" Pac's heart dropped as a line split across the beasts muzzle and a wide, slavering maw breathed hot against his face.
A long, thin tongue flicked against his face, trailing thick saliva through his fur. The beast wasted no time sticking Pac's head in his mouth. He shrieked with fear and tried to jerk away but Madagio held him still with ease as he slicked up his face and pushed him further in.
He bucked his head upward, trying to dig his sharp antlers into the roof of the creatures mouth, but it didn't even seem to notice his efforts. Ice trailed down his spine as he realized he wasn't making it out of this.
He remembered the terror of being torn into by Cell, but this was nothing compared to that. Having his leg ripped open was infinitely better than being stuffed into this all encompassing heat, able to do nothing but stare into the darkness he would inevitably be taken into. He couldn't fight, couldn't move, couldn't do anything but watch.
Madagio shoved his shoulders in its mouth, loving the taste but wanting to get the job done as quick as possible. It's been such a long time since he had a proper meal...
Pac was met with the yawning abyss of Madagio's throat and he fruitlessly tried to squirm away.
"Please don't do this, I have two kids to look after!" He whimpered. Madagio simply huffed and swallowed heavily, sending Pac face first into his crushing gullet.
His tongue was lapping at his belly now, already halfway inside the monstrous beast.
Pac couldn't tell if the hot wetness on his face was from saliva or if he was crying. Another pulse and he was in to his hips, only his legs flailing on the outside. He could hear the slow, steady heartbeat of his devourerer, hammering in that his efforts didn't faze the beast whatsoever. His heart sunk impossibly lower.
The clawed paws now moved to grip his legs to hold them still as it swallowed again. Now only his paws were left in the open air. Just barely, over the sound of his own racing heartbeat, he could hear the labored breathing of Madagio's lungs. At least his death required some effort.
Madagio shoved the little paws inside and Pac's fate was officially sealed. Another swallow and the entirety of Pac's being was encased in the monstrous creature's throat.
Only a couple more swallows had his face pressed against the tight sphincter sealing off his final resting place, and with one hefty final gulp he slid through and dropped into the beasts belly.
His new prison was hot, but not sweltering, and large enough to not be cramped. It would almost be nice were he not about to be food for a monster.
Pac was full on sobbing now as he curled into a ball. To spend his whole life running, living in the shadow of Cell, only to be devoured by some mad cat as a punishment, for something Pac had nothing to do with. It was bitter irony at its finest. He should've let Cell eat his heart, stop his suffering so he didn't have to live in this hell.
Rage swept through his chest, and he uncurled himself and bashed his horns as hard as he could against the soft plush of the monsters stomach.
To his horror, no wound was made, the attack bounced off harmlessly. Despite the tears in his eyes and the terror coursing through his veins he clawed and pounded his fists against the walls of his prison.
Nothing was effective.
What did he do to deserve this?
Madagio hummed and stretched his arms and front legs. It felt good to be filled with something after so long being empty. He hadn't got to experience this since Vacuus was depleted of energy and his friends all perished.
He could hear the little rabbit crying and could certainly feel his efforts to harm him, but couldn't bring himself to care. Pac wouldn't be hurt unless Fit failed him again, and he was certain with his boyfriend's life on the line he would be sure to do his job correctly this time. His little arms rubbed at his belly, a vain attempt to calm his companion.
Fit was due to show up to his cave anytime. For now, Madagio was keen to relax and enjoy the angry squirming of his prey as he tired himself out.
When Fit finally arrived it was around midday. Pac had given up his fight and was now either asleep or curled up trying to be as still as possible.
Madagio was reclined on the floor of his cave, paws splayed out like a real cat, now wearing his little cape that covered absolutely nothing but was fun to wear. His side arms still rubbed at his companion, even if he didn't appreciate it.
Fit stood straight as he faced his boss, despite Madagio's relaxed composure.
"Glad you could finally make it, little one, I thought you'd keep me waiting here forever." He mused, leaning forward to lay his head in his paw.
"My apologies, boss. Could I...ask why I've been brought here? Have I not gotten enough data? I'm certain I can get more!" Fit questioned, hoping his voice didn't give away his nerves.
"Oh you most certainly can, and you will, if you want your little boyfriend back." Madagio said it so casually, but a chill went down Fit's spine.
"What...do you mean by that?" He near whispered. He had a feeling he already knew, by the way he was petting his slightly distended stomach, and if he looked close he could almost see something squirm from within.
"Don't worry, I've got him tucked away somewhere nice and safe, but you've got to do a good job if you want him back, or I might decide to keep him." Madagio didn't break eye contact as he brought his other paw down to pat softly at his belly. A mouth formed across his muzzle and a long tongue flicked out, licking deliberately over his lips and sharp teeth.
Fit was stunlocked. Almost too scared to say anything, his eyes drifted down to the beasts still-moving stomach.
There was nothing he could do to the creature, with no weapons and Madagio being so much bigger than him he was incredibly outmatched.
Madagio tilted his head, looking mildly bored." Tell you what, I'll be nice. You get me some data by the end of the week and I'll give you some time to chat with your little jackalope, that sound fair?" His tone suggested that Fit's answer didn't really matter to him.
"O-of course, sir." Fit shuddered, dipping his head slightly. He was terrified to anger his boss, worried that any wrong move and he'd never see Pac again.
"Wonderful, be good for me." With a wave of his paw, spots blacked out Fit's vision and he collapsed on the floor.
When he awoke he was home, and Fit felt more alone than he ever had.
Warnings: This story contains safe, soft vore, mentions of (but no actual) digestion, accidental fearplay, and minor violence
Been a while since I last wrote something but I got this done just in time for 8/8 ^.^ Little bit of c!Beeduo noms for the soul, gotta love some good experiment-based vore
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So Tubbo had found a way to shrink people. In his experiments to come up with a water-resistance potion for Ranboo, he accidentally managed to shrink himself when testing the potion. So far he hasn't figured out how he managed to miss the mark so badly, but he was grateful for what came out of it.
Luckily it wore off after about an hour. After he was back to his normal size he was fascinated by this new ability, he did several experiments testing the radius, how many things can be shrunk, how long it'll last, and most importantly; what changes to a subject when shrunk.
He found that despite his small stature he was actually quite durable. He wasn't nearly as affected by status affects, such as when he found a busted bottle of poison on the ground and he took barely any damage from it.
He had also once slipped off his desk when testing how agile he was and managed to not break a single bone, he was however quite sore and winded. (He decided not to share that one with Ranboo)
And that brings him to his most interesting discovery yet.
One day he had Ranboo take him out into the forest to test how resistant he was to the cold, unfortunately the answer was: not great, but you can't win 'em all. Despite Ranboo's protest Tubbo insisted they keep testing various methods with the cold. Ranboo helpfully kept feeding him health potions and little bits of food to make sure Tubbo wasn't hurting himself.
It had soon gotten dark, with mobs starting to spawn all around them. They hadn't gotten around to spawn proofing Snowchester, preferring to stay inside the mansion in case Michael needed them.
Normally Ranboo would be able to handle himself just fine but it's not exactly easy to hold a sword and a husband at the same time.
They quickly found themselves surrounded, and Ranboo made a very dumb and impulsive decision. Not seeing any other opinions, he shoved Tubbo into his mouth.
With his hands now unoccupied, he was able to fight. He managed to make his way through the mobs pretty easily, but not without taking a few hits.
Whilst fighting off a couple zombies a creeper snuck up behind him, not noticing until it was too late, he was unable to stop it and Ranboo was right up against the blast and he slammed into a nearby tree.
As he hit his head he subconsciously swallowed. The hit dazed him slightly, confusing him as to what was in his mouth, all he knew what that there was something stuck in his throat and it was really hard to breathe.
He swallowed quickly, not caring for how painful it felt, he needed to get whatever this was down or he'd choke to death before the mobs got him.
He sighed with relief as it finally slipped past his collar, traveling deeper down. He swallowed a couple more times before shakily getting to his feet, re-gripping his sword to finish off the rest of the mobs.
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Tubbo was absolutely terrified. He had already thought Ranboo was stupid for shoving him into his mouth (though he should have expected it given his tendency to panic) and now he was sitting in his husbands stomach waiting to be digested.
The way down was painful and it felt like he was getting crushed to death. Hell, if it hadn't been for the potion effects, he very well might've been.
It was a momentary relief to be dropped into the open chamber, until he realized where he was.
It was so loud, the chamber pulsating with Ranboo's organs working all around him, the heavy panting of lungs, two rapidly pounding hearts, the sound of Ranboo's stomach and the rest of his digestive system grumbling and growling around this new meal. It was overwhelming.
He wasn't even granted the mercy of being unable to see what was going to kill him. The stomach was bathed in a strange, vibrant red glow, the perfect lighting for Tubbo to watch his skin melt away.
He tried to keep himself curled up away from the small pool of acid at the bottom but each time Ranboo would swing or dodge he'd get thrown back into it. If Ranboo didn't let him out soon he wasn't gonna last very long.
Even through the panic clouding his mind, Tubbo still found it strange he felt no burning. If that was acid then, surely it would hurt right? He had a pretty through coating of the stuff, and yet it felt like he'd just been covered by water. He thought maybe it could've just been saliva but it definitely smelled like stomach acid, so what was going on? Even if Ranboo had a slow metabolism he should at least feel a sting.
What the hell was going on?
He couldn't stop to think as it seemed like Ranboo was running now, he was getting jostled back and forth pretty rapidly and it was making his head spin.
He wasn't sure how long Ranboo had been running, surely it couldn't have been long, they weren't that far away, but eventually he stopped, hopefully he was in the mansion now.
Tubbo was now incredibly dizzy, now knowing what it feels like to be a living pinball, how the hell Ranboo didn't notice that is a mystery he'll never know. All he could hear right now was the furious heartbeat and shallow, heaving breaths of his husband as he recovered from the long run.
It was crazy how he could hear everything from inside, the heavy panting, the woosh of air coming out of Ranboo's lungs, his hearts beating, the growls and groans of the organs around him, Tubbo never realized how loud your own internals could be.
The scientific part of his brain wanted to study everything about his environment so bad, but the rational part of him knew that he was going to die soon if he didn't get Ranboo's attention.
As soon as the sounds of Ranboo's body began to slow as he calmed down, Tubbo began to furiously beat against the walls of the stomach he inhabited.
Tubbo winced at the pained, confused wheeze Ranboo let out, and panicked as the stomach seemed to collapse around him and was finally going to start digesting him.
The acid had been slowly rising to the point where he couldn't keep his clothed hooves out of it, and the chamber had started compact a bit more, massaging him in an attempt to make it easier for him to be broken down so it's not like it was a wild assumption to make.
But he still didn't feel any pain.
Tubbo soon found out that being suddenly squished was from Ranboo doubling over, likely either Tubbo irritated his wounds from the fighting or he was surprised by movement in his stomach. Probably the latter.
"What the heck?! What the hell what that?!" Ranboo cried to himself.
Tubbo decided that now would probably be a good time to speak up. If he could hear Ranboo talk hopefully Ranboo could hear him talk." RANBOO YOU SWALLOWED ME WHILE YOU WERE FIGHTING YOU IDIOT!" He shouted at the top of his lungs.
Ranboo's hands tightened a bit more around the stomach."Wh- Tubbo?! Where- what- I...I did what now?" He whispered with shock and disbelief. Tubbo didn't blame him, he probably wouldn't have believed it either.
Tubbo battered his hands against the stomach walls in front of him." You stuck me in your mouth and you swallowed me!" He repeated loudly.
The walls compressed again as Ranboo pressed his hands further into his stomach, panic lacing his voice." I- I did- oh my gods." Tubbo was suddenly jolted forwards again as Ranboo bolted off, hopefully to get him out of here.
Tubbo found himself dunked into the of acids again, now submerging his legs, and again not a hint of pain.
He was very used to being in near-death situations by now, and since he wasn't dead yet nor in any sort of pain he was genuinely curious as to why he wasn't being hurt.
He figured he was going to be getting out of here soon, so he took a vial he stored in his inventory and scooped up some of the acid for further testing.
Just in time too, as the chamber started to spasm and convulse. Tubbo could also hear poor Ranboo's hacking and coughing as he tried to spit him back up.
Soon Tubbo found himself getting uncomfortably shoved up the tight passage of Ranboo's throat and then eventually he slid out onto the soft towel Ranboo had placed under his mouth. Along with all the acid he had been sitting in, though Ranboo didn't seem to care much about that.
Tubbo could hear the slight sizzle of tears before he even looked up at Ranboo." My gods Tubbo I am so, so sorry I had completely for-forgotten when I was fighting and I-I didn't realize-"
Tubbo rapidly waved his hands to try and calm his husband down." Woah woah, it's ok Boo! You didn't know and I'm not hurt at all, look- see?" He interrupted fast, gesturing to his completely intact, though thoroughly soaked form. Despite the acids he was and still is sitting in there wasn't a scratch on him.
Ranboo's eyes flicked down to meet Tubbo's tiny ones. He usually loved the brief moments when Ranboo would make eye contact with him, but not when they were filled with so much terror.
"But you were I-in there so long I-how-"
"Look, I'm not sure myself, but I never felt any pain, so you never hurt me. I'm ok, ok, Boo?" Tubbo gently reassured him.
Ranboo looked at him wide-eyed, looking him over and expecting to find burns and holes in clothes, yet just finding a perfectly intact Tubbo, covered in slime and acid and in absolute need of a shower.
Ranboo swallowed harshly, meeting Tubbo's eyes again." Y-you're not hurt?" He whispered weakly.
Tubbo smiled up at him softly." I promise you I'm not, Boo."
Ranboo nodded hesitantly, as though he still couldn't believe it.
"R-right, let's um, let's get you c-cleaned up then?" He offered softly.
Tubbo nodded. Even if it was harmless, being covered in acid and saliva and Prime knows what else is honestly really gross and he'd really like a bath.
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Tubbo was now finally acid-free and had grown back from extra small to regular small. Even though he'd been thoroughly examined to make sure he had no injuries (which he didn't) Ranboo still insisted on staying with him until he grew back to his normal size. And they call him clingy.
After checking on Michael and having a late dinner they went to bed, Ranboo curling around Tubbo a like a cat.
In the morning after waking up the two went about their normal routines, making breakfast and playing with Michael and going about feeding the animals, but after a couple hours Tubbo went off to do some experimenting. Not without making sure to give Ranboo a massive hug and telling him where he was going.
Ranboo still tried to follow him down but Tubbo managed to convince him that Michael would probably rather play upstairs in his room and not in the lab watching him mess around.
Which probably wasn't true, Michael loved being in the lab with him and watching him do his little experiments, but he didn't want Ranboo to fret over what he was doing, likely didn't want a repeat of yesterdays events whatsoever, and Tubbo definitely didn't want Michael to hurt himself on accident, so Ranboo grumbled but left him alone to do his own thing.
Tubbo chuckled to himself as he made his way down. Ranboo was sweet and kind and Tubbo loved him to death but sometimes he could be a bit overbearing. If Tubbo could make nukes by himself he can handle a few acid experiments.
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After running a handful of tests Tubbo was genuinely surprised by what he discovered.
Luckily when he shrinks and grows, whatever he's holding will shrink and grow too, so he had a nice vial of acid to work with.
He had decided to test it with various things, the first being a slice of apple he'd taken with him from upstairs.
After pouring a small amount onto it the acid began to eat away at the material, not making a huge dent but there was definitely a reaction there. One that was not there whilst he was in Ranboo's stomach.
Next he tested it on a small piece of iron that he had shrunk with once. Apparently if he's not holding an object it'll remain small until he re-sizes with it again. If it requires him to shrink then it must require him to grow back as well, and would remain the same until Tubbo did something else with it.
Such as dump a bit of acid on it. Which he did, and shockingly...nothing happened. He gently swept it into a small disc, pouring a little more for it to sit in for a bit.
As he waited to see if anything happened he went over to the kitchen to grab another apple to actually eat this time. Ranboo always got onto him about getting too caught up in his work and not eating so he decided to take his advice this time.
As he ate he observed the iron, and it still did nothing. Just sat there in a puddle of acid as though it were water.
After he finished his apple, he did a couple more experiments. All the big stuff, had a reaction, all the little stuff had no reaction.
So it definitely had to be the shrinking causing this.
If no objects had melted while shrunk, he assumed that meant he wouldn't either.
Obviously he couldn't test anything on living matter cause he would never subject anything to that even if it was safe. Well, nothing except himself of course.
He didn't really want to pour a vial of acid on himself all alone in case it did hurt him, so he decided to go for the next best thing.
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"My gods Tubbo- no I'm not going to swallow you why would I ever do that, haven't we already been through enough of that?!" Ranboo whisper-screamed. Not out of anger but fear of actually hurting Tubbo this time.
"It's for science!" Tubbo said with a grin, tail wiggling behind him." I've already done some testing and it definitely seems like the shrinking causes some sort of resistance to it, and we've seen that with other types of damage too so it's not like it's -that- crazy!" He argued.
"It's crazy to want me to eat you!" Ranboo shouted, waving his hands around in exasperation.
Tubbo sighed and grabbed Ranboo's flailing hands, taking them into his own." Look, Boo, it'll just be for a few hours, and if anything bad happens you can just spit me up like you did earlier, right? I promise I'm not gonna let myself get hurt, and I promise that you aren't going to hurt me, ok?" He said softly, tone more serious now.
Ranboo looked at him, desperately searching his gaze, before deeply exhaling."...You're really doing this?" He said defeatedly, ears dipping down.
Tubbo’s ears and tail matched Ranboo’s drooping, feeling a bit guilty." I'm not gonna force you to do this if you don't want to, I get it's scary and we don't know what's gonna happen, even if I want to do this it's your body and your decision." He stated." However, I am taking all the precautions needed, I'll take health pots and gapples, and I promise you'll know if something's wrong."
Ranboo was quiet for a minute, looking up as he contemplated, before closing his eyes, sighing, and nodding. He pulled Tubbo close, hugging him tight." Fine. But we're doing this tomorrow so I know I'll stay awake." He said firmly.
Tubbo smiled, relaxing into him, bumping their foreheads and rubbing their horns together.
"Of course, Boo."
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The next day, after eating, spending some time with Michael, and prepping everything Tubbo needed for the journey they figured they were probably just as ready as they were gonna get.
They sat in their bedroom, Ranboo staring down at his tiny husband in his hands. His tail flicking behind him anxiously. Tubbo could tell he was still scared to do this, but they'd already come this far and Ranboo hadn't backed out yet.
Tubbo hated to admit it, but he was pretty scared too, as excited as he was to do this, it was still pretty risky. Any number of things could happen, he could get stuck on the way down, he could make Ranboo choke, the acid might have a time limit and he could really hurt himself, it was a dangerous situation.
But Tubbo was used to danger, and Ranboo was determined to go through with this, so they carried on.
Ranboo held Tubbo up to his face, despite the size they still managed to press their foreheads together before Ranboo brought him down to his mouth.
"Now remember, Boo, if you ever feel uncomfortable you can back out any time, we can always do this another day or I can just focus on something else and ignore that this ever happened. I was eager last night but I value your comfort over my curiosity." Tubbo said earnestly, patting the side of Ranboo's mouth.
Ranboo gave him a soft smile, letting out a breathless chuckle that caused Tubbo's hair to blow backwards." Thank you, Tubbo, I'll keep going, I wanna do this for you, and it's only for a few hours right?" He reiterated, both to reassure himself and to know they were on the same page.
Tubbo nodded." Yep, if I can stay in there for more than 3 or 4 hours then that probably means I'm immune, can't imagine it taking much longer than that, and that's about all I need to know, besides, it'll be cool to see what an enderman's insides look like when I'm not panicking and afraid I'm gonna die."
Ranboo blinked." You know, I'm kinda curious about that myself. Tell me what you find, if it's...as weird as the rest of me I'd like to know." He said with honest curiosity.
Tubbo grinned, nodding excitedly." You know I will, bossman."
Ranboo opened his mouth, leaving it open for Tubbo." Remember to cover me in a lotta spit, don't want a repeat of yesterday!" He called before crawling in.
As he crawled inside he was hit immediately with the warmth, though it wasn't as hot as he was expecting it to be, he supposed that made sense, Ranboo's outer body temperature was much cooler than normal as well.
He settled down on the long, lizard-like tongue Ranboo had. It wasn't super thick so it took longer to cover him him but he had a lot more control over it, able to swipe and curl around him easily, coating him thoroughly.
Tubbo giggled at the rough, ticklish sensation. It felt just like a cats tongue.
He wasn't a fan of the stickiness of the saliva but it was a necessary evil, he didn't want to get stuck in Ranboo's throat, that would be bad for the both of them.
Ranboo was gentle and hesitant, not wanting to hurt Tubbo at all, not that Tubbo was afraid he was going to. If he didn't have complete faith in him he would not be about to spend several hours in his stomach.
Soon though, Ranboo stopped licking at him, and softly nudged him towards the back of his mouth. He paused with Tubbo's legs positioned just above his throat.
Right, he couldn't talk with something in his mouth." I'm ready when you are, bossman!" Tubbo called, not sure how loud he was to the ender hybrid.
Ranboo hummed something that sounded like an" ok," before pausing again. Tubbo heard a woosh of air as Ranboo let out a deep sigh through his nose, and he had to fight not to scrabble as the mouth tilted upwards.
Ranboo swallowed, Tubbo yelped as he went from the openness of his mouth to the very tight constriction of his throat.
Another swallow shoved him down a bit further into the unpleasant tightness. Man this was almost worse than when he went down scared he was going to die. Now he was aware of every sensation around him, how hot it was, how it felt like all the air was getting crushed out of his lungs. Even with how slicked he was he still only went down a little bit with each swallow.
With a few more swallows he presumed he was deep in Ranboo's chest now, able to clearly hear his twin heartbeats. They were just out of sync with each other but were both pounding rapidly, making his head spin with just how loud they were.
A couple more swallows and he found himself pressed against something, after an awful tight squeeze he dropped into a small but blissfully open chamber.
Tubbo panted, laying still for a few moments as he tried to regain control over his body.
"T-Tubbo are you alright?" Ranboo nervously chimed. Tubbo could feel the slight indent as he pressed a hand to his stomach.
Not wanting to worry him, he got up to his feet, before falling over again, not able to walk on the unstable "floor" of the stomach.
He settled for pressing his hands against the wall where he could feel Ranboo's, moving his hands up and down." I'm fine, Boo! Just a bit winded, what about you are you fine?!" He shouted, voice breathy.
"Y-yeah I'm good! it was tough getting you down but it didn't hurt nearly as bad as last time." Ranboo sounded out of breath too." Um, what about the acid, is it affecting you?"
Tubbo turned his attention to the small puddle of acid on the floor that his hooves were dipped into. It just felt like they were submerged in water. Seemed like the shrinking still protected him against it.
"I think we're good Boo! It's just like last time I don't feel anything from it!" He exclaimed, excited for this new discovery.
Tubbo could hear the sigh of relief Ranboo let out." Good, I'm glad...are you...going to stay in there the whole time then?" He tentatively asked.
Tubbo was silent for a minute, turning around taking time to observe the chamber surrounding him.
The stomach wasn't very big, not surprising since he didn't have a very big appetite, he figured at max around 2 or 3 people could fit in here if they didn't mind being squished together.
Every bit of the stomach was a glowing red, similar to Ranboo's luminescent blood. Thank Prime it wasn't radioactive green like the other half of Ranboo's blood. He supposed that side didn't run to these organs.
It was cooler than he was expecting, similar to Ranboo's mouth, instead of a sweltering sauna it was more like a lukewarm bath. Even with his distaste for the heat he could probably sleep just fine in here.
It was loud too, able to hear Ranboo breathing, his hearts beating, the gurgles and growls from below and around him. It was overwhelming, but not in a bad way. Drowned out the constant ringing in his ears and made it easier to focus.
It was...kinda nice in here. He wouldn't mind staying here for a while, a long, long while.
"I don't think I'd mind staying in here a bit longer." He admitted honestly. Though he wasn't the one to make that decision. He leaned back into the stomach walls, putting a hand against it." How about you, bossman? I don't want to stay in here if it makes you uncomfortable."
"Hm? Oh- I thought I said I wasn't hurt didn't I?" He said with confusion.
"I mean like how do you feel about this, about having me inside you, is this too weird?" He questioned.
Ranboo was silent for a moment." W-well, it um, it does feel weird, but um, not like in a bad way? You're uh, very warm and kinda heavy, it's uh...nice? Is, I'm sorry if that's weird of me to say just uh-"
"Don't feel bad about it Boo! I was gonna say something similar, I think it feels kinda nice in here too!" He exclaimed, not wanting Ranboo to think he was weirded out.
"Oh." Tubbo noticed that the walls had gone from a vibrant red to a much more dark tone." Then...yeah, I don't mind you being...in there." He said, still clearly a bit embarrassed.
Ranboo softly chuckled." Well um, I have to go check on Michael in a bit but uh, before I do, for a little bit...do you think you can do that...thing again?" He shyly asked, pressing a hand to his stomach.
Tubbo tilted his head to the side, not sure quite what Ranboo was talking about." What thing, exactly, bossman?"
Ranboo coughed slightly, Tubbo could feel his hand slightly move behind him." That uh, rubbing, you were doing earlier?" The walls of the stomach got even darker.
Tubbo paused, then grinned." You mean this?" He turned around, planting his hands on the walls and rubbing large circles into them.
Tubbo could physically feel Ranboo melt at the sensation."...Yeah, it feels really nice." Ranboo breathed out." I'm gonna...lie down for a minute." He said before Tubbo felt the world tilt. He fell back onto the opposite side of the stomach, splashing through the acids on the way, yet still felt no pain.
"Oh! Sorry Tubbo, I didn't think that would happen!" Ranboo yelped, immediately apologizing at feeling the change in position.
"You're good Boo, it's pretty soft in here not much is gonna hurt me." He quickly replied to avoid Ranboo's worrying.
Ranboo was quiet for a second." Oh, um, what's it...like in there?" He said with curiosity.
Tubbo moved back to his original position, though rubbing a bit lower now since the last place was too high up. He grinned at the jolt he felt."...Well, imagine like wrapping yourself up in a bunch of blankets that are warm and cozy but are also soaking wet, it's kinda like that. It feels weird, but once you get used to it it's kinda nice." He explained whilst focusing on rubbing in different areas, Ranboo seemed to like it best when it was underneath where his own hand was gently rubbing him back.
"Heh, I guess that does sound kinda nice." Ranboo said contemplatively." I wonder what it's like..." He whispered to himself, not aware Tubbo could still here him.
Tubbo chuckled." If you ever wanna find out Boo, I have the potion for you." He offered with a smile, not that Ranboo could see.
Ranboo giggled, giving his belly a light pat." Maybe later, it's uh, gonna take me a while to get used to this." He said sheepishly. The walls remained their dark red color.
Tubbo couldn't help but agree, he was definitely gonna enjoy this, but he'd probably need a while to adjust too before he was on the opposite end of this. For now he was content to enjoy the safety and comfort his husband brought him.
Warnings: This story contains soft, safe, vore. Scott catches Fundy trying to steal his stuff for the 100th time and decides to punish him to deter him from doing it again.
I promise I didn’t stop wanting to write these, I originally wrote this like two months ago but works been rough recently and killing my motivation and time to write, but hey at least I got this out in time for Origins to come back? I’m hoping the next one won’t take as long but I can’t make any promises. Despite the long wait I hope you enjoy!
A tiny fox man was rummaging through his things.
Again.
Scott had causally walked into his house to get some payment for Ranboo and Tubbo for a trade they were doing for his new build, and he was greeted with a familiar sight.
He opened one of his chests to grab some gold and out of the corner of his eye he spotted a tiny ball of orange fluff hiding behind a diamond that was suspiciously not with the other diamonds.
Scott rolled his eyes, he grabbed the gold he needed and safely stored it away from the greedy fox before plucking Fundy up from behind the diamond.
Said fox yelped a little at being caught and now being so close to the giant.
Scott shifted his grip so Fundy was gently held in his hands instead of dangling by the fingers. Even if he was a little thief Scott didn't want to hurt his friend.
Scott raised an eyebrow at him." This is the fifth time this month Fundy, don't you ever get tired of gong through people's things?" He questioned flatly.
Fundy gave Scott a sheepish look." Uh, heyyy, Scott...I uhh, don't know what you're talking about, I was just looking at your pretty gems, they're uhh, very shiny from down here, you know?" His eyes darted around, trying not to make eye contact with the agitated giant.
Scott didn't seem convinced.
"You know, you'd have your own shiny diamonds to look at if you went and got them yourself instead of stealing from other people." He deadpanned.
"Pshh, what's the fun in that?" A look of fear crossed his face as he realized his mistake." Uhh, not that I was stealing, cause, uh, heh I was totally not doing that, I promise haha." His ears flattened against the back of his head as he grinned nervously.
" What am I gonna do with you? You know I could blow you to smithereens right?" Scott shook his head. He was obviously joking, but a little intimidation never hurt anybody.
"Ahah, but you'd never do that right?" In the back of his mind he knew Scott wouldn't do that, but Fundy did shrink a little further into Scott's hand nonetheless.
"Hmm, maybe I should, teach you a lesson to quit stealin' from everyone." Scott threatened.
At first it was an empty threat, but a small rumble from his stomach gave him a different idea.
It wasn't uncommon for someone to go missing for a little while due to being tucked away in a persons belly. Most of the giants in this server had the ability to protect their prey and keep them safe for as long as they wanted, and for the ones who didn't have those powers there were potions that could easily help keep prey safe as well.
That's why Fundy knew as soon as he heard that growl, with the look that crossed Scott's face, that it was time to bolt. He immediately panicked and started trying to squirm out of the hand he was trapped in.
"I think I know a good place I can put you for tonight, maybe it'll teach you a lesson." Scott himself had never eaten anyone before, but he knew he had a control over his own digestive system, so he wouldn't actually hurt Fundy.
"P-please, Scott! I-I promise I won't steal again, I've changed, I've mended my ways and all that!" He stuttered frantically.
Now, Fundy has spent a fair few nights in the belly of one of his friends, especially after he'd been caught stealing from them, but just because he knew it was safe didn't mean he liked it. It was just so humiliating.
And I mean do you know how long it takes to get saliva out of fur?
In a stroke of luck, Fundy managed to squirm out of Scott's grip and he leapt off of Scott's hand onto the floor.
Fundy was speedier than the average tiny, fast enough to almost make it to the little hole the tinies used to get into Scott's house.
Key word there is almost.
Right as he got to the entrance, as the scent of the outside hit his muzzle...he was swept right back up into Scott's hands.
He whined as Scott's grinning face looked down at him." So close, yet so far Fundy." He petted Fundy's head with his thumb." I promise it's just for tonight, it'll be a good nights sleep and I'll let you out in the morning." Scott tried to reassure.
It was quite warm inside, it was soft and it was easy to fall asleep knowing he was safe.
Fundy huffed. That didn't mean he liked it! It was slimy and gross, it was so loud, and being eaten was so just embarrassing, and don't even get started on the trip down! No, he most certainly did not want to get eaten.
Scott kept a firm grip on him as he lifted Fundy above his head. Fundy yelped as Scott opened his mouth and unceremoniously dropped him in.
To Fundy this was a familiar hell. To Scott this was an unfamiliar heaven.
He hummed as he felt squirming around. Fundy battered his tiny paws at his teeth, trying to get him to open his mouth.
Scott didn't relent and instead started licking the little fox. He had a very salty taste that made his mouth water.
After Scott figured Fundy had been covered in enough saliva, he tilted his head back so Fundy knew what was coming. It was strange to feel Fundy physically tense, and after a couple seconds he swallowed him down.
Fundy yelped as he was shoved into the dark tunnel.
This was always his least favorite part. Not that he liked any of it, mind you. But this always left him dizzy and disoriented and feeling a bit sick.
He squirmed at the painful crushing that slowly pulled him down. He could tell Scott had never eaten someone before, it was much more painful than usual.
After a few more swallows his feet were pressed against something, he whined as he was squeezed through something much tighter and then unceremoniously dropped into a shallow pool of liquid.
Tired as the decent down left him, Fundy didn't hesitate to scramble up and start battering at the walls. He didn't want to actually hurt Scott, but he was still upset, it was so disgusting and humiliating. Why did they always do this to him?
Scott stumbled a bit, leaning against the chest at the unexpected assault on his stomach.
He didn't expect to be able to feel everything so strongly, and it felt kinda nice, despite the attack inside.
He hummed, pressing a hand to his stomach." You doing alright in there Fundy?" He inquired. He wanted to make sure he wasn't gonna actually hurt him.
"No, Scott, you just ate me!" He growled, trying to jump and climb up the slick walls to no avail." Please let me out, it's really gross in here!" He whined.
Scott chuckled, rubbing circles on his belly." Well I didn't exactly swallow you for your enjoyment, this is meant to be a punishment after all." He lowered his voice, tone more serious." Are you actually ok in there? I'm not hurting you, right?"
"...If I said yes would you let me out?"
"Fundy."
"Ok, ok, yeah I'm not dying or whatever." Fundy huffed, slumping against the wall with his arms over his chest.
"It's just for the night Fundy, I promise I'll let you out in the morning." He reassured.
Fundy remained grumpily silent, until Scott heard the thumping of footsteps and a figure appeared in the doorway.
"Scott?" Inquired the dark, imposing figure of Ranboo. The poor ender hybrid had to duck to see into the door.
Caught up in catching Fundy, Scott had forgotten his original goal when coming in here.
"Oh, I'm sorry Ranboo, I was trying to grab the gold for you guys and found a certain someone rummaging through my things again, so I had to deal with that." He quickly explained, sliding off the chest.
At the mention of Ranboo, Fundy scrambled up trying to claw at the walls again." Ranboo! Help me! I don't want to stay in here please!" He cried.
Unfortunately for Fundy, Ranboo couldn't hear him from the inside, but from the slight glance to Scott's belly he seemed to be able to figure out what happened.
Regardless of whether he knew or not Ranboo only lightly chuckled." You'd think he'd get tired of stealing one day." He stepped into the house, shaking his head." Well, do you have our stuff?"
Scott did a little "Oh yeah!" jump before turning around to dig in his chests. Fundy was still fiercely trying to get Ranboo's attention, which Scott blithely ignored.
After a couple seconds Ranboo was in the possession of 3 stacks of Redstone, a couple gold blocks, and some obsidian, and Scott now owned several stacks of concrete that he couldn't be bothered to harvest himself for a new build he was working on.
After saying their goodbye's Ranboo wandered off to...wherever he and Tubbo wandered off to, and Scott was left alone with Fundy, who was now grumpily sulking against the stomach wall.
After shifting his spades of concrete into his chests Scott retired to his room, flopping backwards onto his bed, trying not to jostle Fundy around too much.
He curled up around his middle, wrapping his arms around his stomach and allowing himself to revel in the sensation of Fundy being in there. Fundy wasn't moving much anymore but Scott could feel his weight, like a warm stone sat in the center of his belly. If he concentrated enough he could even feel the fox's soft breathing.
As much as Scott wanted to punish Fundy he did still feel bad for trapping him all night." You gonna be alright in there?" He softly asked.
Fundy huffed tiredly. It wasn't...that bad. It could actually be quite calming if he had wanted this to happen. It was much warmer than his cave and softer than the bed he slept on. The deep sounds of Scott's lungs and organs working around him did much better to soothe him than the dead silence he slept in at home. It wasn't really that bad in here if you ignored the disgusting amounts of slime...it's just that he hated feeling like food. And he knew nobody on the server felt like that towards him, but it didn't stop his brain from thinking about it that way.
He curled up tighter in a ball." I don't like being food for you guys." He mumbled, Scott could barely even hear the fox.
Scott pressed a hand to his belly, surprised at the sudden vulnerability. He didn't know Fundy felt that way about being eaten. Scott had assumed it was a fun game to him like it was everyone else." Fundy...none of us think like that about you, any of you, we like to have fun and mess with you guys but I-none of us- would ever think of you as food." He reassured. He'd never taken much consideration into how tinies really felt about being eaten, since people like Tubbo, Tommy, and Niki seemed to enjoy it (most of the time) and with the knowledge that it was safe, he didn't consider how negative it could be for some tinies.
He rubbed circles into his belly, feeling regretful." Do you actually want me to let you out? I don't want you to be in there if it upsets you."
Fundy sighed, licking at the few stray salty tears on his face."...No, there's no point when I'm already in here. And it isn't...that bad, I just...hate being reminded of where I am."
Scott chuckled lightly." Just think of it like a really weird waterbed, except with more slime." He offered.
Fundy snorted. It was like a waterbed of sorts, except it felt more like you were inside it than on top of it.
He laid his head down on his arms, closing his eyes. He didn't fall asleep immediately, but Scott's words soothed his nerves enough to where he found the stomach much less distressing than it had previously been. With Scott gently rubbing him and the sound of his heartbeat filling his ears and drowning out his thoughts, Fundy drifted to sleep.
Scott wasn't tired just yet. Being a Starborne, he much preferred being out at night and as such he was mostly nocturnal. He didn't mind staying awake anyway. He didn't know the next time he would be able to do something like this and wanted to enjoy himself as much as possible.
For now, Scott was content to just settle down and comfort Fundy. He'd had a rough couple hours thanks to him so he wanted to make him feel better as much as possible. He hadn't eaten tonight, but Fundy filled his belly enough where he didn't need to, a nice comfortable weight to keep the hunger at bay. He softly rubbed circles into his belly around Fundy, who seemed to slowly be drifting off. He was happy to lay like that for another few hours, enjoying the feeling of Fundy inside, as close and safe to him as a friend could be.
Warnings: This story contains safe, soft, consensual, non-sexual vore. As well as g/t content. If you do not like any of that please do not read.
This is the part 2 to my first Skephalo vore fic. Sorry for how long this took to come out, I originally meant for this to be out like 2 weeks after the first one but life got really busy and my motivation has been completely shot, but hey it's here now so pog.
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Skeppy was having a bit of a rough day today. He'd come back from his bi-weekly therapy visit from Puffy, and he clearly wasn't handling the old memories being brought up too well.
Bad had been working on cleaning and rearranging the mansion a bit when Skeppy came up behind him, deciding to leap on his back and cling to him like a heavy, diamond sloth. Luckily he was in his smaller form or Bad would have fallen face first on the floor... he still would've appreciated a bit more of a warning because if he hadn't realized it was Skeppy on him he would have grabbed him and flung him straight into the nearest wall.
Bad really wanted to be upset with Skeppy, but it was very clear that he was actually distressed and Bad didn't want to make him any more miserable.
So now he was currently sitting on their shared bed with a tiny Skeppy lying on his chest.
For a moment Bad almost thought Skeppy had fallen asleep, since they were having a rare moment of silence as he gently pet (pat? petted?) his head similar to how you would soothe a cat. He wouldn't have minded if they just stayed like this for the rest of the day, but Bad did still have things he wanted to do today.
"Are you ever gonna let me get up, Skep?" He gently asked, not stopping his petting.
Skeppy was silent for a moment before attempting to bury his head furthering into Bad's chest, whining," Nooo, stay and cuddle with me please..." Bad couldn't tell how serious Skeppy was being, but it hurt to hear nonetheless.
"But Skeppy, I have stuff I need to do today! I have a meeting with Ant and Ponk soon, and we need food, you wanna be able to eat tomorrow right?" He was mostly teasing, but he'd hate to have to do it all tomorrow.
Skeppy's only response was another drawn out whine.
" Hmm, do you want me to carry you on my shoulders like I used to do with Sapnap when he was a kid?" He offered, trying to come up with a compromise.
Skeppy shook his head." Don't wanna be outside right now. It's too much." He mumbled.
Bad sighed. Maybe he should just take the day off...he hated leaving Skeppy like this.
They sat in silence for another minute while Bad thought. He did have one idea, but he wasn't sure Skeppy would like it.
Bad let out another contemplative "hmm"."...There is something I can do, so I can still do my errands, I'm not too sure you'd like it, though." He tentatively proposed.
Skeppy shifted a little to look up at him." Mm? What's that?" He said tiredly.
Bad gave him a small grin." You're kind of sitting on top of it." He hinted.
For a few moments Skeppy only stared at him with confusion, before it finally sunk in what he had said.
It had become very routine for Skeppy to eat Bad after they'd both had a tiring day. It happened at least once or twice a week now, but so far Bad had never been the one to eat Skeppy, maybe now he finally could.
Skeppy gazed at him nervously, moving to sit on his knees to look at him better." I- I don't know Bad, we've never done that before." He rubbed his arms anxiously.
Bad smiled at him reassuringly, softly holding Skeppy's hands in his." I know we haven't, but you know it's safe! You've done it to me dozens of times by now, I promise it'll make you feel better! And if it doesn't, I can always bring you back up and we can try something else." He explained calmly.
Skeppy fidgeted a bit. He knew it was safe, and he knew how much Bad enjoyed it, but it still made him nervous to think about being eaten alive.
Instead of giving an answer, he shifted down, pressing an ear against Bad's stomach, probably flustering the heck out of the poor demon. He closed his eyes, imagining what it would be like inside.
He thought of all the times Bad had told him about how warm it was, how safe he felt. He had described it as though he felt nothing could hurt him. Warm. Safe. Surrounded by his best friend.
It sounded like exactly what he wanted.
On any other day he probably would have said no, but he was so tired, reliving those memories had left him completely drained, he wanted to be with Bad so desperately.
Skeppy let out a long, drawn out sigh.
"Sure...you can...eat me..." He hated every word of that sentence but he couldn’t deny the hopeful, happy grin Bad gave him.
Bad's tail thumped rapidly against the bed like a dog’s." Thank you so much, Skeppy! I promise if you are scared or don't want to do it anymore at all I will immediately stop, ok?" He affirmed.
Skeppy nodded slowly, not making eye contact.
"Is it ok if I pick you up?" Bad inquired softly.
Skeppy nodded once again, he wasn't sure he could speak anyway.
Bad slowly lifted Skeppy up to his mouth." I'm gonna have to lick you and stuff so you don't get hurt on the way down, ok?" Skeppy simply nodded again, just wanting to get it over with.
Bad carefully placed Skeppy into his mouth, carefully avoiding the sharp teeth. He had a shockingly sour but sweet taste, like that fake blue raspberry flavor. It took Bad a moment to adjust to, but his mouth was flooded with saliva.
Skeppy froze as Bad covered him in short, rapid licks, coating him in layers of thick saliva. He decided it was incredibly disgusting. Although he did have to admit it was pleasantly warm, like suddenly been dropped into a hot bath, he couldn't imagine what it felt like the deeper he went.
The demon was clearly enjoying himself, he drew Skeppy in a little further, leaving him no choice but to stare down the dark tunnel of Bad's throat. It didn't last long, though, as Bad's mouth shut with a click behind him.
Skeppy squirmed as he was left in darkness, not sure if it was worse or better than seeing the full picture.
The licking gradually halted and Bad, unable to really speak, gave him a questioning hum. Asking if Skeppy was ready to be eaten.
Well, Skeppy didn't think he'd really ever be ready, the real question was," Does he trust Bad?"
I mean, was that even a question?
He reluctantly gave the roof of Bad's mouth a pat and he was swiftly swallowed down.
He was concerned that the heavy, crushing sensations that pulsed across his whole body were going to break something, before he remembered that Bad was much squishier than he was and had yet to be hurt by all the times Skeppy had eaten him.
As he was dragged down deeper he slid past Bad's loud and thunderous heart, making his head spin. Maybe he should've gone feet first...
After a few more swallows and seconds that felt like an eternity, Skeppy spilled into a slightly larger more open area.
He laid still for a couple moments to recover, which was apparently too long for Bad as he nervously asked," Are you alright, Skeppy?"
"Yea...I'm alright, just give me a sec." Skeppy breathily replied.
" Oh no, I didn't hurt you did I?" Bad anxiously pressed a hand to his stomach.
"No, no, you're fine, I just...wasn't expecting all that, I'm alright, I promise." Skeppy said hastily to not worry Bad anymore.
Bad visibly relaxed, and started rubbing slow circles into his stomach.
Skeppy was quick to move over to where Bad's hand was and lean against it.
The comforting sensation was enough to clear his head a bit and make him realize where exactly he was right now. He was in Bad's stomach. That was so weird. But...he wasn't sure he could bring himself to hate it.
It was almost too warm, and Skeppy grimaced at the thought of having to clean out the slick slime that he and his clothes were coated in. It was loud too, Skeppy could still hear the hammering of Bad's heart and the deep breaths the demon took, and if he listened closer he could hear the rest of Bad's body toiling away as well.
But...he didn't hate it, it all served to remind him that he was with Bad. At the very core of his being where no one could hurt him. Within his very best friend who he loved so dearly. Bad was protecting him with his whole being, and Skeppy trusted him to do so.
"Are you ok?" Bad gently asked, trying to casually lean back into his bed and not freak out over Skeppy's complete trust in him.
Skeppy didn't verbally respond, but instead decided to turn around and start rubbing the walls of the stomach like Bad would do for him.
Bad stiffened before all but melting from Skeppy touch, he'd never gotten to experience this from the outside before and he wasn't prepared at all for how it would feel.
Bad's eyes slipped closed and he couldn't stop the raspy purring that emitted from his throat.
Skeppy almost stopped as the chamber vibrated lightly from a seemingly unknown source, before he remembered this was the sound Bad would sometimes make when he felt clingy and they cuddled together in bed. He only did it when he felt really happy and comfortable.
Skeppy smiled at being able to elicit this rare happiness from Bad, and practically doubled his efforts.
Eventually they both tired out and decided it was time for bed. Skeppy lied down, pressing himself against the stomach walls, not caring about the extra layer of slime that coated him, and Bad continued to lie on his back, but protectively wrapping both of his arms around his belly.
They exchanged their good nights and drifted into sleep, Skeppy feeling warm and safe at last, and Bad feeling content and happy to protect Skeppy.
Warnings: This fic involves safe, soft, consensual, non-sexual vore, as well as g/t content.
This is just a silly Skeppy and Bad vore fic, I wrote it like a week ago but what better time to post it than now? Also Skeppy and Bad's relationship con be interpreted as romantic or platonic as you want. This is a little outdated now as of the last lore stream but we’ll just say this takes place in a world where everyone on the SMP makes it out safe and alive. (Also I’m a bit rusty so apologies if the writing or dialogue isn’t great)
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Skeppy and Bad have been friends for several years now. They had grown very fond of each other in that time. Especially after a...certain incident with an egg and maybe getting possessed and Skeppy nearly dying to said egg...multiple times...However, that was a couple years ago, the egg was gone and the duo had been saved. It had taken a lot of time (and therapy) but they were now closer than ever before.
Sometimes Skeppy thought maybe too close.
Now, Bad and Skeppy had grown up very differently. Skeppy was a diamond golem, he didn't exactly have parents he had a creator, who had basically left him alone to his own devices, which is why he had come to the smp.
Bad, however, was a demon from the Nether. He had actual parents, who had raised him and loved him until he was old enough to decide to move to the Overworld.
They talked a lot about how they'd grown up, and there were a lot of things Skeppy found weird about how Bad's parents raised him, but there was one thing in particular that he kept getting stuck on.
"I still don't understand how you don't think it's weird your parents used to eat you as a kid." Skeppy said, exasperated.
Bad groaned, waving his arms around." I don't get why it weirds you out so much, it's honestly not that big of a deal!" He protested.
" Besides...I don't remember it being that bad." He mumbled, looking away with embarrassment.
Skeppy shook his head." You're such a weirdo." He said giving Bad a light shove.
Bad huffed, immediately shoving him back." Maybe I am, but I honestly don't think it was as bad as you're making it out to be." He paused, and turned to Skeppy with a cheeky grin." You know, I could show you what it was like?” He offered.
Skeppy actually, physically jumped back." What?! Are you crazy?!" He shouted." No, I don't wanna be eaten, how would that even work that's not even physically possible!" He really shouldn't have said that, because that just opened the gateway for Bad.
Bad crossed his arms." No, I'm not "crazy". And really, it's not that big of a stretch, I'm sure that at my full height I'd be able to do it." He reasoned.
He really, really hated that that was probably true.
Bad is a size shifter, with four different sizes he could choose from, and at his tallest he was somewhere around 15 feet. Probably definitely able to eat someone.
Skeppy shook his head." I think you might be forgetting one important detail here, Bad, I WILL DIE IF YOU EAT ME." Despite being almost 3 feet taller than him, Bad still winced from the loud noise.
"What makes you say that?" He had the audacity to sound genuinely confused.
Skeppy flung his hands in the air." Uhh, I don't know, maybe because things get digested in burning acid when they're eaten?!" He cried with less vigor, but still sounding upset.
Bad stared at Skeppy with an seriously embarrassing amount of confusion. After a few seconds it finally seemed to click." Ohh, no no no, Skeppy, that's not how it works. Did I never give you a lesson on demon anatomy?" No, he hadn't, and Skeppy was kind of hoping to keep it that way.
"See, demons like me have two stomachs," he pointed at an area slightly higher than where a normal stomach would be," this one is for storage purposes, it doesn't have any digestive fluids or anything like that. Everything I eat has to go through there before I manually send it into this stomach," he pointed a little lower," That one does actually digest all my food and stuff." He explained.
He gave Skeppy an odd look." How did you think my parents were able to...eat me?" He asked.
Skeppy sighed, not making eye contact." I dunno man, I just thought it happened with some weird demon magic or whatever." So it was actually possible for Bad to eat him, and for him to be completely safe.
" I don't know Bad, this is still really freaking weird, I don't think I wanna do this." He said uncomfortably.
Bad sighed, a bit dejected." Ok, Skeppy, I won't make you do it if you don't want to. I just wanted to explain why I wanted to do it." Why did he sound sad?
Skeppy tilted his head." Why, exactly, do you want to do it? I still don't see what's enjoyable about it." He asked genuinely.
Bad scratched the back of his head, looking awkward." I- I don't know. I just remember it feeling very nice. Even as a demon the Nether is still a scary place, I felt...safe whenever they did it. It was just...nice and warm. Like nothing could hurt me." He admitted quietly.
Skeppy gave him a soft smile." It sounds like you wanna get eaten more than I do." He joked lightly.
Bad brightened, giving him a wide grin." Oh my gosh, would you eat me, Skeppy?" He asked hopefully, tail wagging like an oversized dog.
Skeppy very quickly shook his head." What?! No way, dude! That would definitely kill you!" He yelped.
Bad grabbed his hands, linking them together." Not necessarily! I think I have some potions that can make me immune to acid!” He explained excitedly.
Skeppy gave him a skeptical look." You just have those lying around, huh?" He deadpanned.
If Bad were human, he probably would have blushed." Well-I, you see-... shut up." He sputtered." Look, will you actually do it now?"
He bent his knees to look Skeppy in the eyes.
Despite the fact that Bad was a 9'6 demon, it was still impossible for him to not give into the puppy dog eyes.
He hesitated for several seconds, and took a deep breath.
"Show me what to do."
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Well, here he was. With a tiny, potioned up Bad in the palm of his hand.
"Are you ready, Skeppy?" Bad asked gently. He was willing to go as slowly as possible for Skeppy's comfort, even if he was incredibly eager. Especially since he'd taken off his robes in exchange for an easier T shirt and shorts, making him much colder.
Skeppy shifted nervously." I don't know what to do." He admitted.
Bad tilted his head." Do you wanna let me inside your mouth?" He asked calmly.
Skeppy's anxiety skyrocketed, but he tried not to let it show. He delicately brought Bad closer to his mouth. He really didn't wanna do this.
Bad smiled calmly, sensing his nervousness." Would you like me to just climb in myself? So you don't feel like I'm being forced?" Skeppy nodded and wordlessly opened his mouth.
He slowly climbed in, trying not to startle Skeppy too much. He very patiently sat on his friends tongue. It sadly wasn't as warm as he'd like, but it was better than outside.
"Now, I know this may sound weird, but I need you to lick me, like, a lot." He guided.
Skeppy whined, and Bad reassured him that he was fine and ok with it.
Skeppy reluctantly obliged and began running his tongue across the demon, coating him in a thick layer of saliva. He had a very smoke-y taste to him, which made sense seeing as he was from the Nether. Eventually Bad told him he'd done enough and, to Skeppy's dismay, moved closer to his throat.
"I'm ready when you are, Skeppy." He shuddered, Bad was putting his complete trust and faith into him. He was willing and excited to let Skeppy eat him. He didn’t want to let his best friend down.
He tilted his head back, swallowing thickly. He tried not to panic over the unusually large lump that was traveling down his throat. It was such a weird sensation, yet to his surprise it wasn’t as horrible as he thought it would be. He swallowed a few more times, and eventually the warm weight that was his best friend settled into his belly.
Immediately he began asking," Are you ok? I didn't hurt you did I?"
Bad didn't respond for a few moments and Skeppy now had to deal with the startling sensation of something moving in his stomach, as Bad pawed around like he was trying to get his bearings.
Finally, he responded." Yes, Skeppy, I'm ok. That was a little disorienting but I'm perfectly fine." He paused for a moment." Are you ok?" He inquired.
He wasn’t sure how to answer, he was still processing that he’d just eaten his best friend alive.
He pressed a hand against his stomach, feeling where Bad was. He felt a bit of shuffling and soon a hand was pressed against the inside as well. Bad was...safe...inside him. Skeppy was now the sole protector of him. Protected by layers of flesh and diamond, no one could hurt him. Now he was beginning to understand why Bad wanted to do this so desperately. He wanted to be able to protect his best friend like this all the time, and he was certain that's how Bad felt as well.
"I think I'm ok, actually..." He said softly, gently rubbing circles against Bad's form.
Bad was quite happy about his current situation. The walls around him were very soft and, if it weren't for the layers of slime he was coated in, felt almost like a bed. He didn't have much room to move but he didn't feel like he was being suffocated. It wasn't as warm as he'd like (aka as warm as sitting in a fire) but it was warm, and that was very pleasant. He could hear the gurgles and growls of the organs surrounding him, as well as the gradually steadier heartbeat and whoosh of Skeppy's lungs as he began calming down. Loud, but not too intrusive.
The best thing about it, though, was that he hasn't felt this safe in a long, long time.
Ever since his time with The Egg he had become a very paranoid and closed off person. He was afraid of talking to the other members of the server, either out of fear that they still harbored some hatred for what he'd done, or that they would be corrupted as well. Even though he knew that The Egg was gone now it had woven itself very deep into his brain, and a small part of him still believed that one day it would erupt from the earth and devour the world with its vines.
Bad harshly shook his head. He wouldn't let thoughts about The Egg get to him. That was for Puffy’s therapy office, not for here.
Truthfully, though, he hadn't really felt safe since the day he'd stepped out of the Nether portal for the first time. Far from his family, his home. Not even being with Skeppy had made him feel as safe as he did now.
But now, he was at the very core of his best friend. Nothing could hurt him. He was safe, and he was with Skeppy, he couldn't ask for anything better.
He grinned a little to himself, giving the wall he was leaned against a little pat." I told you it wasn't as bad as you thought it'd be." He said only a little smugly.
Skeppy sighed with faux frustration." I will admit, I didn't expect it to feel...like this." He laid down on his bed, placing a hand on his stomach.
“ I guess it's not that bad." He said, rubbing small circles where he could feel Bad's form.
Bad grinned a little, beginning to rub circles with both of his hands against the walls of Skeppy's stomach.
Skeppy practically melted into his bed at that point. He'd definitely never felt anything like that before, it made him feel very warm and content.
They stayed like that for a couple more minutes but he was starting to get tired, and he knew Bad must be tired as well.
"Are you gonna be ok if I leave you in there? Will you be safe?" He questioned softly.
Bad nodded out of habit despite the fact that Skeppy couldn't see." It'll be fine, the potion’s got a long time before it wears off," he paused,"...I kinda planned for this." He said with only slight embarrassment.
Skeppy lightly chuckled, he would have to remember to tease him about that in the morning but for now he was too tired, instead just settling on giving his belly a light pat.
They both drowsily exchanged their good nights before slowly dozing off together, finally feeling safe and content at last.
