Been giving some old stories remasters recently. "Prey saved from elements" is still one of my favorite tropes.
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Your bitter, icy, ragged breath shakily shudders in and out of your frigid, frost-glazed lungs, as your cornea-searing, visceral, salty tears begin to rapidly freeze over your face. The Snowy Isles had, indeed, been known to get undoubtedly horrendous blizzards around this time of the year, but they had never, ever, EVER been THIS bad before!
Hesitantly risking opening your eyes after a couple of seconds just shivering, (there was, after all, a very real possibility that doing so could cause your poor, rawed, positively depleted eyes to become frozen solid instantly) you are, in fact, only greeted with what you had ultimately gone into the perilous commitment expecting, at the furthest end of it all. White. Pure white. Nowhere, no one, nothing. Just white.
Your stunted, frail, meager, jittering body did what little it could at this point to keep itself vitally chugging along in spite of everything within current reality. You had practically, yet staggeredly, buried yourself underneath the snow in keeping to this instinctive task, reasoning that at least because you were mostly out of the wind, you could ignore the windchill to some degree. Still, with the many frozen layers currently rubbing against your stiffening being and paralyzing its skin to the touch, you only knew, upon a visceral twinge of your heart, that unless you were discovered soon, your heart would be doomed to slow ‘till it stopped, just as the hands of time would cease to turn their hands around your poor being.
As your decidedly non-conscious body risks an utterly heat-and-energy-sapping shiver, you can feel yourself beginning to lose consciousness. One, final tear finds the resolve it desperately needs to roll all the way down your scrunched-up cheek and into the snow, for you now knew that, as all the available evidence made it blaringly obvious in your mind, you were never to regain consciousness again.
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To be entirely honest, I wasn’t exactly able to see much through the brutally whitened, blistering storm myself, either.
I could, however, smell. And because of that, I could track. And, because of THAT, I could most certainly tell that someone had passed this way by before me, although their footsteps had obviously been covered up by the ever-layering, brutal nature of the snow. No civilization at all existed anywhere even near this blistering area, as it was just a huge nature preserve, and at this stage of the horrid storm, if anyone that was not adapted to the cold like I was just so happened to have gotten trapped within its unforgiving, freezing suspension, their chances for survival were indeed, all but none.
That, you see, is exactly why I had chosen to come here, and it did now seem to be the case that my searching had not been in vain.
Only your head was still visible above the snow, (as much as anything was visible at all in these conditions), but that was all that I needed to be able to check if I wasn’t already too late. Thoroughly sniffing over your form with my powerful wolf nose, (which was actually just about as big as your head, surprisingly enough), I am not able to detect any of the distinctive whiffs of rigor mortis or decomposition upon it, and, after gently placing an ear up to your relatively small, frigid neck, a pulse is just barely audible. It had slowed to a near fatal level at this point, however, and the clock was ticking quite fast.
As a result of my examinations, I knew the only option now was to get you somewhere warm. And I also knew, quite well, as a matter of fact, that the only two places I had at my current disposal that could accomplish that feat you so needed, was, indeed, my maw, and, far more practically, my stomach.
Steadily unveiling onto your unconscious being, my pink, slimy, smooth, yet heated tongue, I allow a few heaves from my lungs to brush some warm air onto your body before I begin to stroke the hot muscle all across your numbed form, getting it positively soaked in my warm, sticky, and thus preparing you for your lengthy journey up ahead.
The moment your being is doused thoroughly within my fluids, I gently dig you out from the compounding feet of layered snow you are trapped beneath, before carefully maneuvering my lower mandible underneath you, and gently lifting you up into my maw. The snow I inevitably end up scooping in alongside you almost instantly melts from the heat, as front after front of warm air is brushed up onto your being. At last, I lock my jaws tight around you, not daring to allow even the most miniscule sliver of cold breach inside. Now, you are safe in my maw.
I proceed to gently wrap my cushiony tongue around your form, so the sensation of physically touching a warm object could help your rigid skin slowly recover. I swish you around between my cheeks for a while, before eventually unwrapping the slick, smooth muscle from your being, and slipping the thing underneath you, so that you may be gently pushed towards the back of the maw, and into my wide open gullet as such.
The top of your head gently brushes against my uvula as you are carefully lodged into my gullet. Tilting my head back slightly as I initiate the tight swallow, I am able as such to feel your being getting squeezed deep into my esophagus; a natural, small bulge swiftly forming inside my throat as I do.
Your currently limp, unconscious body has absolutely zero ability to resist as you are rhythmically kneaded and squelched down by the cushiony walls of the throat.With each pulse shoving you further and further into my form, more and more heat gradually replaces the horrid brutal, freezing cold that had once gravely threatened your body. Now, however, you were safe, and as your body reaches the lower esophageal sphincter, you are gently squeezed out into my stomach, the gurgling, churning organ expanding and contracting its walls all around you as the warm, harmless liquids continue to splash and slosh their heat upon your unmoving being.
Your head now lying comfortably against the squishy, flexible walls, I casually let out a satisfied sigh as I am able to feel your form settling down within my guts. Now, I had to bring you back to civilization. And thus, forwards, within the blinding, stiffening, brutal, vicious storm I must go.
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The very first thing you were able to detect upon regaining a slight bit of consciousness was the deep, echoing pounding of my heartbeat, a baseline which was swiftly followed up by the gurgling and growling constant melody of the churning stomach around you, as you begin to shuffle about within your current state of conscious being.
Slowly opening your eyes in order to confirm you weren’t dead, your gaze naturally picks up the soft, shifting, pink walls of the organ around you, though at this point you didn’t exactly know you were in an organ, much less a stomach, specifically. You lightly brush a hand against the slick, goopy walls. You steadily heave in and out a breath of air. It all seemed too real to be some sort of near-death experience hallucination. And it was right then and there that the reality of the situation set in. You now knew you were alive, and the storm had not, in fact, killed you like you were so sure it would’ve back there in the snow.
You weren’t exactly sure how you had ended up here, or what this place even was, but, for the time being, that really did not matter at all. All that did matter was that you were alive, and would therefore live to grace civilization once again. You give a couple of gentle pats onto the warm, snug chamber, before laying your head back down, and snuggling yourself deep into the walls.
I, on the outside, could sense all this happening in real time, but I chose not to speak up for the moment being. You had already gone through enough already. The initial instinctive panic you would inevitably experience over hearing that you were currently inside of a stomach was most certainly not something I wanted to put you through at this point.
Thus, as all four of my padded wolf paws continued to make print after print within the rapidly gathering, blinding snow, I could only give a subtle smile to myself, knowing that my humble search today had, indeed, saved a life.
Length: 2100 words
Vore type: M/M oral vore, willing prey
Fandom: None
Other info: furry robot pred, human prey
Summary: There are certain benefits to befriending a mad* scientist Synth. And certain risks, but I'm sure it's fine.
*Teq would surely argue that sanity is a meaningless concept to a robot, and therefore it cannot be lost
(Synths are an open species created by Vader-San)
Sam blinked his eyes open; he was laying in some sort of cushioned tube, like the ones in Teq's lab. He tapped the glowing "exit" button and sat up, groggy. Around the tube was, well… Teq's lab. The practically second home of his Synth friend, the place was littered with tools, notes, and half-finished contraptions that it swore it had put in "the most efficient places possible." Today, the focus seemed to be around the biggest 3D printer Sam had ever seen, covered in papers with diagrams and measurements all over them.
Teq itself stood over its desk, presumably with even more complicated papers. [Oh, hello again Sam. Did you wake up well?] it asked, turning its head so its visor could "look" at him. Really, with its tail plugged into the wire hanging from the ceiling, Teq had seen Sam through every wall-mounted camera pointed near him, but he appreciated the familiar body language.
"Er, yeah, thanks for the makeshift bed, but I don't remember climbing in."
[Perfectly normal,] it replied, its electronic wink pulsing a mischievous yellow and blue, [seeing as you didn't.]
"Right, yeah, I remember some new scan you wanted to…" a yawn interrupted Sam, and he reached up in a big stretch, one that drew his attention to his outfit.
Or rather, his lack thereof.
"Teq, do you know why I'm naked?"
[Yes.]
Sam sighed. "Care to tell me?"
[Oh, absolutely!]
A few more seconds passed, and another sigh. "This stopped being funny the second time you did it."
The corners of the Synth's mouth pulled back in a grin, filled with its flat, blunt set of metal "teeth." [I wholeheartedly disagree! Buuuut it does wear thin quickly. Your clothes are folded over there,] it pointed towards a bench where, indeed, Sam's clothes sat, [but if everything goes well, you won't need them.]
"Uh-huh." Sam swung his legs out of the tube, grimaced when they touched the frigid floor, and reluctantly sat back down. "But I'll hear you out. What are you up to?"
[I've discovered a method to fork humans!] Teq said, its lights flashing like glittering gold. [Sinera contributed the magic part, since I am incapable of thaumic conductivity. Perhaps another day I will attempt to optimize away the safeguards she applied, but that requires many more tests.]
Sam rolled his eyes, smiling. "Is this leading up to a "I can't fork you if you're not naked" joke?"
Teq simply stuck out its metal, segmented tongue; Sam noticed that it was wetter than the Synth usually kept it. It crossed its arms and huffed, [well, not if you're going to take it away from me. I would like one more trial, however, before introducing a variable in participant.]
"Okay, so… forking is your "I'm being a funny computer" way of saying cloning, right? How many Sams are there running around right now?"
[One, if you count yourself.]
"Oh, so you failed, but you want to try again?"
Teq shook its head. [Every single trial has passed! It just… turns out having more than one active at a time causes problems. I won't elaborate.]
A sense of dread grew in Sam's chest. "So… so what happened to the others?"
[I ate them,] the Synth said simply, [accidentally scanning your browser history gave me a great idea, really, that reduces the net energy cost per test!]
"Am I-" Sam's breath caught in his throat, "- am I next?" He rose into a crouch, as though thinking he could run in a facility where the robot dragon controlled every machine and the doors.
[Ideally, yes, but you know how I am about consent forms for research participation.] Teq grabbed a few sheets of paper and flipped through them, likely more for dramatic effect than actually recalling information. [I was hoping for a nice, round 16, but if you would rather not, I can simply attempt to court a new subject. I'll keep you in the loop, of course.]
Sam shook his head and climbed out, gritting his teeth at the cold against his feet, and the distinct lack of anything keeping his body heat in. "Well, I'm glad to hear I can avoid you killing me by just telling you not to." He shivered. "Fuck, it's chilly in here."
[I have been keeping my internal spatial storage at 30 degrees Celsius,] the Synth offered, pointing one finger helpfully into its mouth, [and the path from intake to storage is of a similar temperature.]
Trying to keep his teeth from chattering, Sam stepped towards his clothes. "Is that supposed to convince me to let you eat me?"
[It was a convincing argument three times, though putting your clothes in your line of sight seems to have disrupted this trend.]
The man stopped and turned. "Three times? Wouldn't I remember?"
Teq stepped closer, but remained at a short distance. [Moreso than I anticipated, which is an annoyingly convincing argument towards the existence of souls - I might be out a few hundred bucks. But still, scarcely more than the character in that game you played last night remembered if you asked hir to use hir tail, penis, or mouth to eat your character.]
Sam nearly jumped with shock, but his blush meant his face, at least, didn't feel cold. "H-how did you-"
[Fifth trial, you used it as an analogy to your situation while sitting inside me.] It winked at him, the dotted oval briefly changing into a lit-up caret. [However, I only possess a mouth. Perhaps for later experiments or leisure…]
Sam crossed his arms, and walked up to it. "Fifteen times?" Teq nodded. "You're not telling me a lower number to trick me into agreeing to more?"
[Nor am I lying with a higher number to imply a greater confidence of success,] it agreed. [I chose this method of… duplicate prevention to increase the odds of your cooperation and to avoid a mess. I supect I will use its appeal to attract a new test subject after one final successful run.]
An uneasy look crossed the man's face. "I… hadn't thought of the "higher number" thing until you brought it up." He sighed, and looked at Teq's draconic face. "Please be honest again: did I enjoy being swallowed and, uh… whatever you did to me?"
[Yes, unless you lied to me about it. I did not see utility in attempting to discern that.] It looked away with its hand on its chin, as though thinking. [With the exception of an unfortunately uncomfortable entrance. If you decide to go one more time, I will eat you feet-first to prevent this.]
"…alright. Load up that consent doc, Teq."
[Thank you~!] it replied, with a small jingle. Its facial display showed a text document, and its upturned eyes soon faded from view. [You know the deal, read carefully, button at the bottom. Basically the same thing you've done for other experiments, just with a different procedure name.]
"Yeah, yeah…" Sam muttered, flicking his finger along the display. Text scrolled by far too fast to read, but at least it didn't take long to reach the indicated button. One tap later, and the document vanished, soon replaced by Teq's familiar eyes. "Okay, so now do I- gah!"
There was a clicking noise as Teq extended its tail, curled it behind Sam's legs and back, and then gently pushed the man back onto it. Sam immediately stiffened, anticipating a similar chill, but whatever Teq had done to keep its insides heated had somewhat extended to its tail - while definitely not warm by any measure, it was… better than room temperature. He was jolted out of his thoughts by a much greater heat around his feet and ankles. Looking down, Sam was greeted by the view of his synthetic friend's head by his knees, and the inside of its mouth visible in small gaps.
[Are you okay?] Teq asked. It took Sam a second to remember that, although the Synth usually moved its mouth while talking, it technically just used speakers. He nodded, and Teq's tail smoothly drifted closer, feeding more of his legs into the warm faux-throat. Once most of his thighs were gone, a quiet whirring accompanied a new sensation: like a massage chair, rolling pressure constantly pushed at his legs from all sides, coaxing him down.
When the heat of Teq's mouth and throat washed over his upper thighs and exposed balls, Sam flushed red and quickly covered himself with his hands. The Synth's eyes - and even its display background - tinted pink, and, teasing him, it remarked, [I guess I should ignore that rather than… encouraging you. Good to see you continue to enjoy this.] Its tail pushed him forward, and its throat changed from a gentle pull to more of a controlled slide.
With everything below his chest fully inside Teq's gullet or deeper, Sam realized he could kick around a little, and that it felt like paddling through a thick liquid. Teq offered no time to think about what that meant - not that Sam needed much - and the man soon found his world dark as the Synth shut its mouth past his head, while the bottom of its "stomach" soon forced his legs to curl up. Moments later, all of him was sitting in the strange, dark hot tub, with luckily enough room to keep his head above the liquid.
[How was it?]
"Very… relaxing," Sam decided, "although, I think I expected more of a swallowing motion than the constant slide."
[Interesting… I will keep that in mind when we do this in the future, assuming further successful tests.]
"When, not if?" He laughed, and tried to pat Teq's insides, but found that the liquid seemed thicker, and harder to move through. "Getting ahead of yourself, aren't you?"
[I have a measured 100% success rate at talking you down my throat,] it pointed out, [and with a similar frequency of arousal, I expect you to ask it of me, especially once the process is further refined. Plus, you may want better footage than security camera video.]
"…fair enough. I definitely want a copy of those."
[And you'll have it. Goodbye now, Sam. I'll see an earlier you in a few minutes.]
The man didn't get the chance to think about what that meant.
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Sam blinked his eyes open; he was laying in some sort of cushioned tube, like the ones in Teq's lab. He tapped the glowing "exit" button and sat up, groggy. Around the tube was, well… Teq's lab. The practically second home of his Synth friend, the place was littered with tools, notes, and half-finished contraptions that it swore it had put in "the most efficient places possible." Today, the focus seemed to be around the biggest 3D printer Sam had ever seen, covered in papers with diagrams and measurements all over them.
Teq itself stood over its desk, presumably with even more complicated papers. [Oh, hello again Sam. Did you wake up well?] it asked, turning its head so its visor could "look" at him. Really, with its tail plugged into the wire hanging from the ceiling, Teq had seen Sam through every wall-mounted camera pointed near him, but he appreciated the familiar body language.
"Er, yeah, thanks for the makeshift bed, but I don't remember climbing in."
[Perfectly normal,] it replied, its electronic wink pulsing a mischievous yellow and blue, [seeing as you didn't.]
"Right, yeah, I remember some new scan you wanted to…" a yawn interrupted Sam, and he reached up in a big stretch, one that drew his attention to his outfit.
Or rather, his lack thereof.
"Teq, do you know why I'm naked?"
[Synthesizing clothes around a body would have posed an unnecessary challenge and risk.] It turned, walked over, and offered a hand out of the tube. [Say, do you know anyone else who would want to be eaten by a Synth? For once, some external bias in selection would be welcome.]
Sam took the hand and cringed at the chill of the floor; helpfully, Teq pointed him to a pile of his clothes on a nearby bench. "I… maybe? Wait, what do you mean anyone ELSE?" he asked while putting on some protection from the lab's temperature.
The yellow and blue smiling eyes returned as Teq handed him a USB stick. "I could tell you directly, but I think it will be much more fun for you to find out looking through these files."
