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Abandoned Carnival

Voretober Day #4: Carnival

TW: Twistification Mention, SFW and Safe Vore, Existentialism, Fatal Vore Mention, Major Angst, Fear, Eventual Hope for Fluff.

WC: 5,131

Alright, here we go again! Voretober Day #4, Carnival! Can't believe we finally made it to the fourth of October, feels like we're already almost halfway through November- that's crazy! XD

In any case- sorry this took so long lol- it's a doozy! I really really hope y'all enjoy this one!! It is my angstiest one yet, so I hope ya can reach the end for the glimmer of a fluffy future x] perfect send off for Spooky Month! Without further Ado, let's start the show :3

Rudie blinked, and blinked again as the elevator doors opened to reveal the Carnival Floor. He didn’t step out. A hand was felt on his shoulder. “?okay ouy …Rudie” Rudie sighed, and turned to look at Blot, a strained smile on his face. In these three weeks… Rudie had made a greater effort to understand Blot, and now he almost had it down pat. He could understand his own name at least, and the soft tone. “Of course… Christmas is soon, how could I not be?” It wasn’t for another month or so, but that didn’t matter. It had always been one of the few things that brought him joy. Rudie would turn back to face the awaiting floor, and sigh as he took a hoofstep out, and Blot followed. The ceiling stretched up high, nearly higher than could be seen if it weren’t for the lights. The floor was dim, with lots of colors that had faded from all the time that has passed since the center had closed. Rudie frowned as he moved down a path, seemingly made out of dirt but in actuality was paved brown with fake grass lining the sides of it. On either side of him and Blot were various carnival games, prizes adorning the shelves with water guns and towers of cups at the forefront. Far ahead, if Rudie looked past the many stalls in the distance was a massive tent where the performances had been held. It brought a faint tear to his eye, the memory of sitting alone in the stands while Looey, Yatta, and Blot had all practiced their acts with him as a stand-in for the audience. He turned back and watched as Blot fiddled with the water guns, eventually getting a weak stream to hit the clown targets. Rudie smiled weakly, and walked right over to him, keeping an eye out for any Twisteds that may be around. “Having a holly, jolly Christmas?” He asked, peering over his shoulder as one of the Clowns fell from the water. “.am I esoppus …Yeah” Blot answered, climbing over the counter and grabbing one of the juggling balls that stood as a prize. “nrael to detnaw syawlA ?...juggle to woh me hcaet gonna reve You” Rudie caught a bit more of that as he watched Blot toss the ball from one hand to the other. “You… want me to teach you how to juggle?” He asked, nodding when Blot nodded in response. “I mean, I suppose I could- I’m not the best teacher though.” They both know who would have been. “Come on though, I’ll teach ya after this! Could be fun… but we do need to extract first.” This wasn’t just a stroll down memory lane after all.

The two of them had come onto this duo run to show that they could still contribute, as they’d been granted reprieve from Runs after what happened, happened. Rudie moved along the floor, Blot sticking close despite the vastness of this particular floor. He got to work extracting next to an abandoned hot dog cart, and Blot would scavenge not too far away, picking up tapes and items as needed while Rudie gazed into the viscous liquid that filled the machine. It was hard to think about… stuff. His mind used to be so quick, and full of just so many thoughts. Sure, it was usually about Christmas or Looey, but now things felt emptier, emptier than they were before. Rudie had always struggled to feel… like a Person, you know? Looey gave him a purpose outside of just Loving Christmas, but now… he had even less of an idea of who ‘Rudie’ was than he did before. He sighed heavily as the ichor reached the top, and a resounding Ding echoed from the machine as he waved Blot over for the two to keep going. So far no Twisteds. There should only be two at this point; Rudie wasn’t sure how the Twisteds got around or how they seemed to appear in strangely consistent quantities, but he couldn’t be bothered to give it much thought. The floor shook a bit under them slightly just as Rudie spotted the next machine by the Bathrooms, and a third one by a tree. Rudie and Blot both maintained their footing as they kept going. “Uh… probably just the building settling or something hehe- hhh. Reminds me of a herd stampeding.” Rudie said, to no one in particular, though Blot listened intently. Rudie would extract by the bathrooms, and Blot would work at the one by the tree… it was all routine. Although the last machine seemed to evade the two as Rudie looked around while he spun the wheel, and occasionally input the passcode needed to keep working at it. These machines… They were supposed to only need the passcode once in a short time frame, but because of a lack of maintenance they just Kept Asking. It reminded him of whenever Gourdy and Toodles tried to peek at their presents during the Christmas Season, always asking and having to be chased off. At least they could be reasoned with. The memory brought a faint chuckle to his face as he finished the machine, and made his way to the Circus Tent.

His heart pounded. What was this…? His nose would begin to glow, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw nothing to his left, but it was when he looked to his right that he nearly screamed. A chest partially covered by a tattered white shirt with polka dots rose and fell from the sleeping form of a Massive Twisted. It wasn’t any Twisted. It was Looey; and judging by the ribbon-like tails that rested nearby, it would appear both he and Yatta were curled up in a sort of sleep pile. Looey rolled over onto his side slowly, now facing Rudie as the ground shook slightly from his movements. Well… that was where the shaking had come from. Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, HOLY GARLAND. Rudie’s heart raced as he could feel his lungs threatening to unleash a scream louder than any Twisted’s, but he had to refrain. He kept a hoof over his mouth as the other idly turned the wheel, and he kept his eyes on Twisted Looey. The others had said that they hadn’t seen either Looey or Yatta on any of their runs… maybe this was why. Looey’s mouth was fixed in what seemed to be an eternal frown, filled with sharp teeth as Ichor leaked from his ear, neck, and even a bit from his mouth. Yatta was clearly just behind him, and the faint snoring from her that was so familiar felt soooo much louder now. ERRR! Oh no. He thought, dread quickly penetrating his mind. He hadn’t been paying enough attention. He failed the skill check, right next to TWO SLEEPING GIANTS. He’d never done it before, but Rudie was pretty sure he was praying internally for his safety. Of course, he could never be that lucky. Looey’s eyes groggily opened, and almost instantly locked onto him. They were a deeply scary shade of red, and Rudie felt a shiver go down his spine as the brows furrowed, and the frown did change… to a menacing smile. Rudie let go of the wheel, and raised both hooves up. “U-um… Looeyyyyy- hiiiii-? Remember me?” Maybe he’s passive like Glisten…? Rudie thought, before a swipe would tell him otherwise as he just barely avoided being absolutely Yoinked by his paw. Rudie paused for a moment, fully surprised that he’d been able to duck that before quickly dashing away as Looey shifted to a crouching position before moving to standing. Rudie didn’t even look back as he left the backroom and emerged back into the sand pit. “Blot! BLOT!” He called, hoping the ink blot would hear him. Realistically, what could Blot do to help him? Not much, and he didn’t want him to get hurt either, but the panic was strong.

How could he let them down if they were already gone? Vee, Looey, Yatta… Rudie. He couldn’t let that last friend go. He just couldn’t. He got on his hands and knees, and tried to sneak out the back of the booth he was in. He’d just have to be faster, sneakier, inkier, he thought as he reached out to the ink that he had lost with that last statue he’d made. He would quickly get to his feet as the ink rushed back to him across the floor, and was reabsorbed. You got this… just- find him, extract that last machine, and get out. Easy. He thought, with a confidence he absolutely did not have. He moved toward the tent, sneaking between booths as Yatta searched around the bathrooms, peering over booths not too far away… but she seemed to be getting closer. With how animalistic these Twisteds were, it would not surprise Blot if she could smell him. He’d get really close to the towering tent, but just as he turned the corner he would yelp as he bumped right into something large and yellow with a few different colors dispersed. “Oh-” He said as he took a step backward. It was Yatta, specifically her face as she lay close to the ground with her chin on the ground, paws splayed in front of her with her back arched a bit and tails swaying idly in the wind. She was so big… how was that even possible?? The details of that night came back to him. Oh. He knew how it was possible. That night they had lost Looey and Yatta, they had been experimenting with a candy Yatta had created, a growth candy. Before they could test them, they had been ambushed on a lower floor. Both Looey and Yatta had tried to take the candies to try and actually fight back since that would’ve been a practical use to them… but seemingly they hadn’t worked; perhaps it was a delayed reaction. That didn’t explain how Yatta had found him though. “U-um… hiiii? How did you-” She would point behind him, not saying a word if she even could, all she did was smile and stare at him like Yatta used to stare at chocolate. He looked behind him against his better judgement, and saw a trail of inky footsteps leading back presumably to where he’d started. “Son of a gun.” He mumbled, before turning back around to see her slowly sliding closer to him with those bright, red eyes on him. “Haha… couldn’t- couldn’t let an Ink Blot go?” He asked, sheepishly as his heart began to race as reality slowly dawned on him. It had taken a bit, with the cartoon antics of getting caught like this distracting him, but now he remembered that he was in danger. Twisted Yatta wouldn’t say anything, and just smiled, eyes unblinking; it really felt like that’d be the last thing Blot would ever see. That was quickly disproven, unfortunately for Blot, as she’d suddenly open her maw cavernously wide, and lunge at him… At least Rudie and I weren’t separated for long… He thought, silently praying that his soul wouldn’t be bound to his Twisted Form, if he was even going to have one.

Screw it… merry Christmas, Looey. He thought, as cheerfully as he could before he’d lean in to just leave a little mwa on Looey’s top lip. For a moment, things felt normal. Unfortunately for our little reindeer, Looey had other plans; Protective Plans. Looey suddenly opened his maw widely after Rudie’s little kiss, and quickly wrapped it around his entire top half. Rudie’s face went from softly hopeful to blank terror faster than you could say Merry Christmas. “WAIT-” Rudie screamed, but it wouldn’t be enough as Looey shifted to holding Rudie with just two fingers, and shoving him inside. In the very same moment the maw opened, Rudie was met with a humid wave of air, and soon after the tongue would cover his entire top half as he landed there once Looey let go. The little reindeer quickly made it a point to scramble backwards, but stopped just before hitting the teeth. They were IMPOSSIBLY sharp, and the mere feeling of the slick and smooth sides of them made alarm bells ring in his head. They were like jingle bells but wayyyy more discordant. Bells were interesting, Rudie thought, desperately trying to escape the situation mentally as his body was flung to a cheek and squished gently by the tongue. There were so many types, Jingle Bells, Alarm Bells, those little bells on receptionist desks, clocktower bells. Wait… gentle? Rudie thought, immensely confused. Despite the struggle he was putting up, trying to push the tongue away and figure out anyway to get out without getting himself hurt by the teeth, somehow the tongue wasn’t putting all that much pressure on him… and the teeth didn’t do anything either except look intimidating. His mind couldn’t wonder about this for long as suddenly the half-green and half-purple tongue pulled him toward the back, and continued to slather him with saliva as it did so. The environment was so strange. It was mostly light yellow flesh, but with the occasional stain of ichor here and there, with a prominent amount near the lips. The saliva was mostly clear like expected, but mildly diluted with ichor that stuck to Rudie even more so than the saliva already did. It made his fur feel so weird. He grunted, and wheezed in distress as all of the intense movements made it hard to keep struggling. Nothing would keep him from trying to scrabble away however, once he heard the dark tunnel at the back of this chamber squelched ominously, and contracted. He could feel gravity shift as the tongue flicked upwards, and the saliva that coated the tongue and Rudie made everything feel slippery.

“N-NO! LOO-” He called, before the muscles around him let out a twisted Glrkkkk that emanated throughout Rudie’s whole body as he felt the oppressive muscles suddenly ensnare his body as he left the tongue and entered the Twisted’s throat. Rudie shut his eyes as tightly as he could, not wanting to see this as he tried to push and struggle, but the force of each resounding swallow oppressively squeezed him tighter and tighter. He could hardly bear it as the humidity made him pant more than a little bit. He scrambled, and tried to prop his legs up to kick downwards in an attempt to push himself back up, but it was no use. Occasionally, his descent paused, and he was stuck being squeezed on all sides, but moments like that never allowed him the chance to go up, and once they were over it was followed by him being pulled further down, down, down. He groaned, and just tried to think of anything else as the walls shifted from yellow, to black, then back to yellow again. Then, as he got closer to another part of Looey’s body that sounded like many growls, and churning noises, the tunnel then began to have dots of purple and green, before switching to a spiral pattern. It was so wet. Rudie let out a last yelp as the tunnel suddenly ended, and he was pushed through into Looey’s stomach. The organ was tight, with spiral patterns that resembled a circus tent in Looey’s colors. The grooves pulsated, and the entrance he came from was shut tightly… far too tightly for him to try and climb back up. Believe him, he tried. He scrabbled at the entrance with both paws desperately, nuzzling his antlers up to no avail. He eventually moved onto his back and just sat in the cramped stomach and tried to take deep breaths. “I-it’s okay… it’s okay… This is just a nightmare- yeah- a nightmare that I’ll-” The growls increased in volume for a moment, interrupting Rudie as he winced. “Wake- wake up from…” He frowned as his denial quickly faded to acceptance. Blot… I’m… I’m so sorry. Yatta too- and… He decided to speak the last part aloud. “Looey… if- if you can hear me… I’m sorry too… I-I love you, Loo-Loo.” He said lastly, wincing as the organ shifted and he was jostled a bit. He laid back… and sighed heavily. It was clear there wasn’t much else to do, and he was so tired of the struggle.

Something New

Part Two

TW: Safe SFW Vore, Fear, Angst, Comfort, Panic, unintentional Dehumanization (or, Detoonization I suppose), and finally implications in relation to Ginger's lost eye (Thought it was worth mentioning).

WC: 14,605

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Here we are again! Okay so updates for the Beginning Notes! Part Three will officially be on the way once this chapter is posted, but what does this mean for the future of this AU? I am happy to say that no, this is not going to be it for this AU It'll simply be it for this story arc :D For the most part this AU will be filled with various one shots featuring various toons all around the town of Gardenview.

That'll be all tho, from here? I hope anyone who reads enjoys!

It took a bit, but eventually Looey was able to take a seat with a small pile of books in his arms that he’d set down right in front of him. It was quite a big table, it might've been a bit too big for him but it wasn’t like there were any parties coming in here. Heh, that’d be silly. Wayyyy too quiet for one of Yatta’s parties. He was currently flipping through a book about halfway through his stack that he’d just been skimming… lots of cool creatures, but nothing that really screamed “Tiny Reindeer in your walls? Here’s what you need to know.” He sighed as he eventually closed the book on a page about Twisteds. Terrifying creatures if you thought about it, Thank goodness they’re not real… He thought to himself absentmindedly, mind trailing off thinking about that cheesy movie Yatta had dug out of her parents attic a few years back. He didn’t get very far with his thoughts before someone cleared their throat from behind him. That gave him a startle. “Oh, yes?” He asked as he turned to see the Detective-Looking Toon. “Excuse me, sir. You appear to be a bit… troubled about something.” They said, before taking a seat next to Looey. “You haven’t found anything about what you’re looking for?” He began, striking up conversation rather suddenly. Looey looked back and forth nervously. “Well… yes? I dunno, kind of feels like I’m going crazy.” At that comment, the other Toon’s eyes narrowed slightly in an attentive way. “Hmm… wanna tell me about it? My name is Glassly, Rodger Glassly. I’m a detective, private investigator, a regular Sherlock Magnifies if you will. If you need to learn about something, I can help.” Rodger introduced himself, a hand over his heart in a gesture to himself as he spoke. Looey tilted his head, but listened intently until he was done. “Oh… well, I’m sure I don’t need that hehe, Iiiiii think I’d rather do this on my own, Mr. uh… Glassly.” Looey affirmed as he closed the book and began to pore through another one while still listening. “Hmm… are you quite sure? Y’never know what you might find if I help.” Rodger tried to convince, sitting with his hands in his lap now. “I’m sure, but- thanks, my name’s Looey by the way.” The clown dog finished off, really hoping the magnifying glass didn’t pry any further.

Looey would then head for the door, and offer a slight wave to the box even though it was pointless. “Be right back, little thief… we’ll come up with a name for you later, promise.” He assured, before heading on out the door and down the stairs. It would only be a moment after he reached the ground before he was tackled nearly to the ground by a vibrating, yellow, paper-mâché creature of excitement personified. “Looey, my best buddy ever, LOOEY!!” She’d shout right in front of him as she’d hug him close, arms entirely wrapped around him. “Yeah Yatta?” Looey responded, stifling a chuckle as he hugged her right back. She was shorter than him by a bit, but her personality made her seem larger than life; She was easily injured despite that, unfortunately. Blot would walk up from behind Yatta, hands full dragging two suitcases behind him. “Pfft- what about me then, huh?” He teased playfully, standing the suitcases up on either side of him. “You BOTH are!! Bestest friends, the circus troupe! This is going to be great!” She’d reach out and drag Blot over to sidehug him, and sidehug Looey at the same time while she spoke. Looey smiled, leaning into the hug with Blot doing the same. The three would stay like this for a second, before Looey would clear his throat. “Blot, hold yourself together.” He’d whisper discreetly in gentle reminder. “Oh- right!” Whenever Blot got unfocused, he tended to start leaving small puddles of ink which were a part of him. If he left too much behind he’d get a lot shorter, which he can’t exactly afford as the shortest in the group. Right now, there were a few small puddles behind him from when he’d been dragged; all it took was a slight suction before the ink would rejoin with him. “Alright we’re good to go!” He’d declare, pulling away from the hug. “Now how’s about you show us to our new home?” Blot would say with a smile in his eyes, and one hand already grabbing one of the suitcases behind him. “Of course, of course, here I’ll help you with that.” Looey would say, taking the other suit case and looking past him. “Anything else?”

Rudie himself would be set down in the middle of it all, free to roam as he pleased. As much as the ink monster terrified him, he was grateful for the minor autonomy that… might have come from him? Rudie wasn’t sure. The Beans would begin to discuss with each other about what plans they had for the coming days, but Rudie wasn’t tuned in to that. He would go and try to find any space between the suitcases to squeeze through. “Okay, now that that’s set up! Whereeee are we performing again?” Rudie grunted softly as he tried to push his head through a little crack between two of the suitcases, no success. The ink creature said something, and Looey responded while Rudie tried to clamber atop the suitcase. “Ooo, okay! An outdoor theatre sounds like a good place. You sure we’ll get enough concession sales though?” Discussion kept going on, Rudie only being able to half listen as he nearly reached the top of the suitcase. Yatta would reach over and nudge him back down to the floor, unfortunately enough. “Awww, nimble like me! Hmm… you’re a reindeerrr, maybe something Christmas themed! Dasher could be a cute name!” Yatta spoke ‘quietly’ to herself, Rudie whining softly out of frustration when she finally set him back down. She was watching him way too closely for him to do much of anything! He really wanted to give her a good headbutt, but… he couldn’t make them mad or anything! This is what they were doing because they liked him; he didn’t want to think about what they’d do if they were upset. He tried to keep the thoughts at bay of what he’d seen of how other Beans could treat bad pets by moving all around the space provided to him. He traced the wall opposite the suitcases, tried to sneak under the couch to no avail, and even tried to access an old mousehole under the tv stand! That time it was Looey that pulled him back with a demeaning chuckle and pat on the head. After that last time, Rudie would grumpily cross his arms, and sit criss cross next to Looey. He’d look to his left, and bite his tongue nervously as he saw Yatta on hands and knees creeping up next to him.

“Hmmm…” She hummed in thought, Rudie looking all around just to not look at her being in such close proximity to him. “You think those antlers of his actually taste like candy canes? Do they still sell candy canes outside of Christmas?? I really want some now!” She exclaimed, interrupting Looey going on about what they should try to include close to the end of their act tomorrow. Looey would turn to look at the two before responding. “Eh, not sure about the candy canes but he tastes like peppermint chocolate primarily, but that does remind me, who should take him to… Rodger?” Looey kind of trailed off there as both Blot and Yatta kind of just stared at him. “?ekil setsat eh tahw wonk …ouY” The ink monster asked as Rudie shifted back around to primarily watch Looey. This definitely caught his attention a bit more than the other topics. I have… a taste?? Oh gosh- He didn’t know what he would’ve expected himself to taste like, but that casual description made his skin crawl a little. His mind flashed back to when he’d been in that… place. The wetness of it all, and that muscle prodding at him and pushing at him. It made him shudder all over again to think about what it must have been like for Looey. Strangely enough… Looey seemed nervous. “Uhhh, well- you know! I meant that that’s probably what he would taste like- cuz- it’s what he smells like!” Looey spoke, pulling at the collar of his shirt slightly as he tried to recover from what must have been a blunder. Guess Beans aren’t normally carnivorous, or something? Rudie questioned with a tilt of his head. He hated this. He had nothing to distract himself with and he couldn’t stop paying attention to the giants around him; He was convinced the Pinata beside him was debating on licking him; he needed to use the bathroom; no fun thoughts. Rudie just really wanted to head back to the crook of a tree his friends and he had been staying in before Rudie decided to go out borrowing on his own. He just wanted to be home with his friends.

“I don’t exactly know what may be ailing you, but I think I may know what he is at least.” Rodger spoke, gesturing towards the reindeer in the box. “If it pleases you, while I research into your own predicament, I’ll keep him under observation for the night and look into him too.” Rodger asserted; he had a parental air about him for sure. “Um… yeah, I think that could be okay. Gosh- thank you so much, Mr. Glassly.” Looey thanked, grabbing Rodger’s hand with one and smiling softly yet nervously at the detective. Rodger simply blinked, but accepted Looey’s hand and shook it gently up and down. “Of course- Oh-” While neither of them had been paying attention, Rudie had leaped upwards, and climbed out of the box, now clinging to Looey’s elbow a little bit and trying to tug for him. “Oh! Huh… guess it doesn’t want me to leave him here hehe… sorry.” Looey apologized, scooping Rudie up with two hands after letting go of Rodger’s hand, and holding the reindeer up to gently press against his cheek. “Didn’t think it’d imprint- think that’s what happened?” Rodger wouldn’t answer immediately, and took a little note down as he watched Rudie intently. “Hm… well- instead of you leaving, maybe it would be better if you stayed in a different room for a little? Only a little bit of time to observe should suffice.” Rodger compromised, tilting his head as he put out the offer. “Sure, um- would you mind if I got something to eat though?” He asked sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head with one hand as he set the reindeer back into the box. “Of course you can, Looey. I’ll call you back once I’m done; there should be some leftover pizza in the back of the fridge.” Rodger suggested as Looey turned to leave. “Um,” Looey waited at the threshold of the garage door, turning to look back over his shoulder, “thank you again Rodger, I hope your uh, observations go well!” He’d say, smiling at the detective as Rodger presumably smiled back with his eye, before closing the door and going to text his friends.

“Okay, Mister Rudie, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance!” Rodger spoke softly, every movement slow so as to not startle the tiny reindeer. “My name is Rodger Glassly, and… I think I may know what’s up with the Bean who caught you.” Rodger began to explain, slowly lowering his hand to the desk so Rudie and Glisten could have their own autonomy outside of the box. “But first… let me spruce this space up a bit!” The two Borrowers would step off, and watch as Rodger opened a side drawer, and pulled out all kinds of specially carved furniture just for Borrowers! He took out a small table, two chairs, and a teensy tea set. Rudie was delighted to see that the chairs even had small cushions, talk about comfort! “I do apologize, I cannot brew a new cup of tea for us as the supplies for that are in the kitchen; you don’t mind older tea?” Rodger asked, using a pipette to transfer a small amount into the mini-teapot. “Um…” Rudie looked side-to-side, unsure of how to answer. “Oh, Rodger, he’s never had tea before, I’m sure he won’t mind.” Glisten reminded; Rodger’s experience with Borrowers past him was limited, despite efforts to help out any others he may find. Before Rudie knew it he’d be seated at this Borrower Table on one side with Glisten on the other, taking an experimental sip of the tea. It tasted quite herbal, with a faint sweetness to it. Rodger and Glisten would both take a sip as well, which left Rudie staring up at the larger Toon. “Um… how exactly do you drink?” Rodger raised him a questioning look. “I mean- I’ve seen Toons like you before without a mouth but- well-” “Ah,” Rodger cut him off and nodded with a closed eye. “Yes, it is true I don’t have a traditional mouth but if you watch closely,” He took another sip of tea, the cup placed just below his eye, and the glass seemed to shift and move as the tea met it, like a ripple on a lake caused by pebbles as the liquid disappeared into the ether. “It’s instead like a portal, there. It’s really a fascinating phenomenon, and no one’s entirely sure how it works. I propose that it may be some kind of-” Rodger cleared his throat, receiving the look that Glisten gave him well. “But of course, I doubt you want to hear a whole monologue from me, Rudie.” Rudie chuckled softly, and just brushed back some of his fur with a soft smile. “It would be interesting, but… I’m more interested in learning more about what Looey’s deal is.”

“A most unique form of protection.” Now that’s… interesting. Rudie mulled over the description in his head. He had been perfectly fine physically after being let out by Looey that night; maybe Rodger was thinking the same thing he was. The memories of that day came back again, but this time it was different. Rudie remembered being scared, and the care that Looey took to ensure he wasn’t injured throughout the ordeal. Had he truly just been trying to protect him? Because of the fear that Rudie displayed? Darn… if I’d just been jolly it probably wouldn’t have happened. Rudie thought, somewhat upset at himself. It was perfectly justified for him to be as scared as he was at that moment, but to Rudie, he wanted to believe in the best of people and he’d let himself be scared of someone who… now definitely seemed like they could be a friend. He felt a bit bad for it, to say the least. “Rodger?” Rudie asked, interrupting the Toon. “-really, it almost reads like the author’s projecting fantasies- oh- yes Rudie?” He finished politely, taking another drink from his teacup as Rudie went on. “So you think, Looey may be one of those, Preds?” He asked, wincing a bit. The name wasn’t the most nice thing to call someone, but it was written in the book. “Yes, I do believe it is likely that he was a dormant Pred. Judging by some of the Author’s theories, it would appear that the Balloon Animal underwent a sort of metamorphosis if that makes sense. His Pred genes awakened from witnessing your distress from that night… and I think they’re prone to re-emerge at any moment if he doesn’t know the truth about not just himself, but you as well…” He’d lean in closer, both hands on the desk before he’d practically rest his head on the desk. “You’re not obligated to do anything, of course. There is another option. If you wish, Glisten and I can help you escape. You can ‘accidentally’ get loose, hide in the walls, and once Looey’s gone either you can live here or I can relocate you to another home.” Rodger assured, straightening himself back up and fixing his collar. “I understand that this situation is probably a lot for you, but I'll help however I can.” He asserted, but Rudie just looked away. The little reindeer would stand up, and walk to the edge of the desk, gazing at the door that Looey may be waiting behind. Rudie sighed, “Heh, guess I’ll need to talk to him after all. It’s okay, Mr. Glassly; it’s… certainly a stressful thought but I think I can talk to Mr. Looey about this… all of this.” He assured, gesturing down at himself.

Enough, enough… Positive! You can do that Rudie… can’t wait for Christmas. He thought idly, trying to keep his train of thought on that dog. Coal… Bobette had raised her back when she was just a puppy, longer than she’d known Rudie. He never liked to think about the life he had before meeting his friends, the only time he did was when he thought about the time they first met. Gosh, that had been an interesting day! Rudie had been struggling to borrow in one of his first homes that he’d borrowed inside on his own, after he… Rudie ended that train of thought. She’d just appeared that day, offered him food and even offered to show him some strategies for quiet stepping. She was always making a clinking noise when she walked if she wasn’t careful, but she’d managed to learn how to mask that, and tried to teach him too! He wasn’t the best student, but without her he didn’t know where he’d be; when they inevitably had to leave that house, Coal was introduced to him! She was an intimidating presence, and didn’t exactly warm up to him instantly, but they were connected by Bobette so eventually Rudie dashed his way into her heart. Then Ginger, oh Ginger. With how they all were, someone may think Ginger and Bobette knew each other before they knew Rudie, but that definitely wasn’t true. Rudie was investigating a bakery as a potential place to borrow from, as crumbs were everywhere! Then he happened across another borrower, a really angry one! Gosh he hopes he doesn’t meet that guy again… he remembered how they tried to pick a fight, but then like one of those superheroes that Bean’s watched movies about, Ginger came out of nowhere and fought off the foe! It was magical; ever since then, Ginger had been another sort of older sister figure almost, alongside Bobette of course. She had reasoned afterward that she didn’t see any reason to gatekeep Bean homes unless there were just genuinely too many borrowers, and she offered shelter to Bobette and Rudie! She seemed quite glad to be rid of that shrimp now that she could replace him with them. Rudie and Bobette both stuck around the bakery for a while, and nearly left without Ginger because she was so skeptical of leaving. Rudie was so so glad that she ended up going with them… she was the best.

Unfortunately, it looked like he’d need to figure that out sooner. He heard a soft knock against the cardboard of his box, and he’d quickly scoot over to it, still sitting. “H-hello?” He asked softly. “Rudie…! Thank goodness, you’re still there. Okay, Ginger and I, we've come back to help, Coal’s waiting outside, we should be able to get you out of there!” Bobette assured through the wall, but she wouldn’t get to say much more before Rudie would stop her. “Wait- don’t get me out of here… there's… something I need to tell ya, friend!” Rudie spoke, trying to be cheerful despite how tense this was about to be. “What? Rudie-” “Y-you see… um, golly this is nerve wracking hehe…” Rudie trailed off, but Bobette remained silent, seemingly waiting for when he was ready. “The Bean, he took me somewhere out of the house… and we met someone. A Bean that knew about Borrowers and when he and I were alone, the new Bean named Rodger introduced me to another Borrower! But… they weren’t like a pet to Rodger. They were friends, equals! The two of them suggested to me to try and talk to Looey-""Talk to him??”“Let me finish; they explained why Looey had done what he did… and he doesn’t seem like a bad Bean. I think he’d understand… and would keep our secret! He and his friends…!” Rudie explained, talking really fast with his nose glowing both from excitement and worry from how things would go from here. “Rudie,” Bobette began, but she’d be cut off by Ginger’s voice, “Rudie are you out of your mind?? They’re Beans, and he literally ate you! I…” The balloon dog slumbering somewhere above them stirred slightly, and her voice broke; she couldn’t sound angry at him for more than one reason. “I know you want to trust them, and people in general, Rudie, but… it’s too dangerous.” She finished, and Rudie’s ears would be pressed against his head. “I-I know, but… look at me! Well, I mean you can’t right now but- I’m fine! It was a good thing that he did, there was a whole story and- ""You’re putting your faith in a story!?”“A logically sound story!” Rudie interjected before she could get started. “Look… guys… I just need you two to trust me. I know what I’m doing. Nothing bad is going to happen, please, just give me this chance.” He tried to plead, but no response came.

#g/t community #vore tw #safe vore #sfw vore #sfw g/t #dandys world g/t #dandys world #giant!looey #tiny!rudie #giant!rodger #tiny!glisten #tiny!bobette #tiny!ginger #giant!yatta #giant!blot #giant!brightney #that's a lot of characters lmao #Preds & Borrowers au #P&B au

Something New

Part Three

TW: Safe, and SFW Vore, Angst, Fluff, Cartoon Violence, Detoonization, and Cameo Galore. (There are Five cameos of OCs of some friends in the DW g/t Discord Server x])

WC: 13,638 ----------- Pt. 1 and Pt. 2

Well!! Here we are. Today is my Birthday, I am 18 years old now. Now here we are, at the end of Something New :3

But this isn't the end of P&B, far from it, from here we delve into a seemingly cozy universe with just enough conflict to be of intrigue x]

What comes next? Well- there's so many directions to go; I could answer all of the questions now, or I could take us on a goose chase exploring all that the city of Gardenview has to offer x3 We shall see.

I hope you enjoy :3

Instantly his bright, red nose would be assaulted by various scents. Fresh eggs, sizzling bacon, even a few pastries. Yep, this was definitely a diner; at such a small size all of the smells were nearly overwhelming… and the Noise. Rudie had no idea how Ginger dealt with it so often back before she met them. He held two hooves over his ears and winced a bit. Soooo many voices. The box he was inside would be set onto a surface, and he’d try to stay tuned in to Looey, Blot, and Yatta. “You hear about that new exhibit at the museum?” “We have a museum?” No, that wasn’t them, focus Rudie, he thought to himself. “Okay… just stay there, promise I’ll bring you bacon.” Nope, not them either. Why did places like this have to have soooo many Beans?? “Okay, how about we name him Cane? You knowww, cuz he’s got like, candy canes for antlers?” Looey suggested once Rudie got tuned into listening to the right people. “Ooo! That is such a CUTE name!!” Yatta. At least she was easy to hear in this place… she probably gave good presents, Rudie thought as he got himself comfy in the box. “.snoitcejbo on evah I !mih eman ot teg d’uoy thgir ylno s’ti mih dnuof ay ecnis ;esnes ekam seod tI” Blot ‘said’ from the otherside of the table. It would appear that Looey was on one side of the booth, and Yatta and Blot were on the other side, with Rudie’s box on the table next to Looey. “Yeah!! We should TOTALLY go out and try to find some cool stuff for him!! I thinkkkk I saw a pet place somewhere in town!” The Piñata would say while Rudie looked up to the box being opened. Looey’s hand would discreetly set a few scraps of bacon inside!! Rudie had heard of this, but he’d only had it once, in the days after he met Ginger. He licked his lips, and made quick work of the scraps. It felt a bit strange to be fed but… it was convenient. He didn’t even mind when the box was closed again. “Ooo, yes that could be a good idea. Thanks for ordering for me by the way Yatta-""OF COURSE! I’ve had your favorites memorized for years!!.”

“Hey, you three need anything?” A new voice asked, one of the ones Rudie had heard earlier. It was a deeper voice, yet with a softness that felt protectively warm. Which was strange to say about a voice he’d just heard, but it was true. “NOPE! I-I mean nope-” Yatta clarified, seemingly very aware at that moment that she was probably too loud there. “Hehe, it’s okay to be enthusiastic-” The new voice began to say, before Yatta interrupted them. “Oh! Actuallyyyy, Looey!! You want anything else? This place, I've been told, has the BEST sweets!” She’d say, probably leaning on the table with two hands while bouncing her seat judging by how Rudie felt the box shift a bit repeatedly. “Yatta, you can just tell me what you want, hehe; what do y’all have here Mr… Sprout? Oh-” Looey asked, seemingly a bit surprised. Ohhhh this place is “Sprout’s”, that must be The Sprout! Rudie thought, understanding now. “Yes, I am that Sprout! we do a little bit of everything around here. In any caseee, I do have quite a few options for you.” Sprout would go off listing a few different items, brownies, swiss rolls, cinnamon buns, casual stuff. (Was this place a diner or a bakery?) Mmm, Rudie hadn’t tasted the majority of those things but it all sounded appetizing!! “Hmm, maybe a cinnamon roll that sounds soooo good right now. Whad’ya think Blot?” Looey asked, but Blot didn’t say a word in his strange language. Seconds after Looey’s question, he’d seemingly respond to something that wasn’t verbally said. “Oki oki, Yatta, how about you?” Looey asked exasperatedly; Rudie got the feeling it may be because the part of the table that Yatta’s voice came from was vibrating from her movements. “Well, OKAY if you insist!!” “Keep it to one thing, PLEASE.” “FINE!! Just, hmmm- ooo- I’ll need a minute!” “Just the two cinnamon rolls for now then.” Looey finished with a chuckle. Blot didn’t seem to be talking at all now. Perhaps it was because most people couldn’t understand the way he spoke… hm. Maybe after everything’s over, if things go well, I could learn it! Rudie thought optimistically, which only further motivated him. Motivation could only carry him so far unfortunately.

Afterwards, the Beans would leave the diner and Rudie would be left just thinking about how he could get his hooves on that dessert as a normal Borrower. It would be hard to say the least… but he supposed it was a good thing that he wouldn’t exactly be a normal Borrower soon enough! He really hoped Looey would be going home soon, if he could just have another quiet moment with Looey he might actually be able to do it. You know… a moment where Looey wouldn’t be busy, maybe after the performance he’d been talking about all this time. Rudie bit his lip as he debated on this. He wassss more than a little frustrated with himself. He didn’t necessarily enjoy putting things off, and he knew that that was exactly what he was doing. He reached a hoof up to stabilize himself as the box was jostled with Looey’s movements. This is so dumb… I know why I’m scared to tell him- but I ALSO know that I need to for both of us!! So… why can’t I? He realized that it didn’t really matter if he knew what he needed to do, all that he knew was that he had to try, to force himself into that moment! He slid a few inches as the vehicle took a turn, apparently they were driving somewhere and they had set the box inside the car at some point. “We need to find somewhere good to park so we can walk… maybe the park?” “.mih htiw luferac eb ,attaY -ertaeht eht ot ybesolc eb ll’ew rac eht ot kcab klaw ew nehw neht ,haeY” “Of course!! I’m ALWAYS careful!” The box was opened again, and Rudie looked up to see Yatta’s head turned to look inside as she sat in the seat next to his box. It felt so weird to call this box his, but that’s simply what it was at this point. Yatta watched with a bitten lip whenever Rudie slid around, before eventually she’d scoop him up suddenly and hold him. “Heh… your fur is so so soft.” She spoke, quietly for once, while Rudie held his breath and just let it happen with little protest. I mean… What was he supposed to do? The warmth of the hands underneath him felt so strange… he could practically feel the life within her. Rudie stiffened up when he felt one of her fingers gently stroke between his antlers, before slowly relaxing; the sensation felt nice, but he did not want to get used to it. Eventually the car would stop, and he’d be put back in the box as the three got out and seemingly decided to take it with them.

Rudie had no idea who was holding the box, but whoever it was, they were slow and careful… so definitely not the one they call Yatta. Rudie sat and listened and felt the vibrations as the trio walked together. The movement of his box was calm, collected, so it felt a bit more like Blot’s doing, though Looey could be that way with Rudie. It turned out Rudie was correct in his thoughts about Blot. “Ooo!! Looey can we please stop for a minute? I need to refill my stash!” Yatta exclaimed suddenly, about what, Rudie wasn’t sure; he was sure that her voice came from the box’s left which meant it cleared without a doubt that it wasn’t her holding the box. “Anddd where are you gonna put it?” Looey's voice responded from the right. “Uhhh- in the box of course!” Well, that told Rudie that Blot was the one holding him. “With Cane? He’d eat it!” Why was he so quiet all of a sudden? It didn’t seem like Blot was going to contribute to this conversation, which did contribute to Rudie’s earlier suspicion. “Come on, it's not like THAT much could fit in that tiny belly.” Yatta reasoned, before a bell would sound somewhere. Rudie was familiar with bells, both from the farm house and from where he met Ginger. He loved all of the different sounds they made… but Jingle Bells felt the best. “Well- fair enough. Here Blot, I don’t think they’d allow pets in, could you stay out here with Cane please?” Looey asked, a strange edge of anxiety in his voice. Blot didn’t respond, at least not with his voice, before Looey would head on inside after what Rudie could only presume was some kind of wordless exchange. Ginger and Bobette had them all the time whenever they were set to go somewhere new. Rudie never had any idea what they were thinking during moments like that, just that it wasn’t good usually. The box would shift around a bit, and eventually Blot would open the top of it and just gaze in. His expression was unreadable, though there was something soft about it. Noises would come from him, like usual, and for a moment Rudie thought he might understand a word or two, perhaps his given name, Cane? He tilted his head intently as he tried to decipher the strange language. The speaking was strange… but there was no way there weren’t words in that. All the more incentive to speak to Looey, because then he could ask him stuff! Wouldn’t that be something?

Blot would close the box back up once Looey and Yatta had returned, only for multiple pieces of quite colorful candy to be shoved into the box all around him… the sweet smell was nearly overpowering. Rudie mentally prepared himself for a battle of wills to not eat all of Yatta’s candy, but thankfully it was for naught because she simply unwrapped one of the yellow candies and offered it to him… simple and round. He was not familiar with the taste, but it was of a sweet tang. He couldn’t really bite into it well but he was able to lick it a good bit until he was able to. That was a nice treat, at least made him a smidgeee more amicable toward Yatta despite what she said yesterday. He smiled up at her just before the box would be closed again, and for the moment all seemed well. Rudie didn’t pay much mind to their talk, and primarily just focused on enjoying that candy. After a bit of walking, something happened on the outside. “Hey, careful!” Rudie would hear Looey say suddenly, before the box would shake suddenly and hit the ground, hard. “AH-” Rudie yelped as his head hit the ceiling, and he landed on his front, entirely splayed out on the ground of the box as he clung to what remained of the soft yellow candy, and groaned quietly. “...wO” “Blot! Are you okay?!” Yatta asked, and Rudie would hear a brief scuffle outside. “Oh- fishsticks-! Sorry I’m running late- Sorry!” Someone called back to the trio presumably, their voice getting further little by little. “-hhh ,won tew lla m’I …grU” Blot mumbled, and soon the box would be picked up. “Don’t worry- I’m sure you’ll be- well- your version of dry soon-” Looey assured, just as the three started walking and he opened the box to look over Rudie with a bitten lip. “It’s okay, I’m so so sorry-” He apologized sincerely, before gently closing the box again.” “…kni ym -emit deen tsuj …enif eb ll’I” Rudie rubbed his head a bit, and would try to get comfy again. It was so lucky he hadn’t been hit by any of the candy that had gone flying. It would be soon after this that Rudie would hear another bell, this time followed by multiple voices. His ears flicked… there had to be about four other people in here that weren’t the troupe; wherever here was, at least. Beans moved on from thing to thing wayyyy to fast, he thought.

“Oh- hey! You looking for something for the D-O-G?” The cheerful voice from earlier asked, and an equally energetic but deeper toned voice responded. “Oh- ha! I always am Shells, but uh, you know, I’m also looking for something for a smaller friend-” Rudie tilted his head to try and listen better. “Ooo! What are you thinking? A hamster, a guinea pig, a mouse?? Ooo birds are kind of small. You know, a lot of birds are distant descendants of dinosaurs! It’s something about their bone structures that stuck out to-” Shells rambled, before getting cut off. “Yes, Shells, I remember haha! I wish I could listen more but I should get going, friend- can you ring me up?” “Oh, yeah of course! Follow follow- oh, wait over there a second-” Rudie sat up a bit, idly chewing on the candy. He could only imagine the visuals. He imagined a sea shell Toon perhaps, excitedly rambling in one of the isles, clearly a lovely shop owner… but who was she talking to? They sounded pleasant, charismatic, but something seemed off about him. He sounded sturdily built, if that made sense… maybe he was a brick, or a tree? Rudie couldn’t be sure. He sounded firm, actually. “Miss, miss- please- I know they might look good but you can’t eat the ants-” Shells scolded elsewhere in the store now as Looey and Yatta discussed something Rudie wasn’t paying attention to over his head. All he heard from the mysterious ‘miss’ was a shuffling that sounded strangely like shifting paper. The bell rang as they left, from the seems of it. “Bye!! Hope to see you again soon, heh.” Shells added on as they left, rather weakly. “Everything alright, Shelly?” The mysterious tree or brick Toon asked. Seemingly softer so Rudie was leaning more towards a Tree being what he was, something plant-based. “Eh… been better. I’m just nervous y’know? After that freak ‘earthquake’ a couple weeks ago that Ruined the Museum’s wholeee event that I spent all that money on, I’ve been working so much just to make sure it stays open, but it’s like no one even knows it’s there. So many people were going to come but now it’s just… ruined. And I miss you, and them- we hardly hang out anymore, the lot of us!” Shells protested, quietly enough that the Circus Troupe and any other Beans couldn’t hear, but loud enough so Rudie could; perks of the Reindeer Ears. He imagined her seated at a chair behind a front desk of some kind, reclined and just ranting to this Tree Toon that had various supplies in tow just waiting to be out of there hehe… Eh, he sounds too caring for that. “Oh… Shells, you know how busy I am- why do you say ‘earthquake’ like that?” The other voice asked suddenly at the end, and Rudie wondered what he meant. “Well, come on- we don’t live on any fault lines, not even near any, it happened and was gone in a matter of seconds but not before causing some damage, and… I don’t know, it was just weird.” “Shells, it was just an accident- a freaky one- but y’know nature; it’s unpredictable. An earthquake was all it was.” He assured, almost forcefully, but with a comforting enough tone to supplement it. Shells would sigh, and say that he was right, before finally ringing him up. “Heh… well, see you later D- Watch out!”

Away from Rudie’s vision, the mysterious other Toon had his eyes locked on Looey’s hand that grasped the box, and on the claw that had retreated as suddenly as it had appeared. Looey had an uncomfortable look about him, before finally tugging the box away from their grasp. “Oh, heh-! Sorry, folks, just zoned out for a second. I don’t believe I’ve seen you three around here before?” He asked, smiling up at the three. Looey, Yatta, and Blot all exchanged a look with each other, before Looey cleared his throat and answered. “Well, we’re the Circus Troupe! Name pending hehe… we’re putting on a show later tonight actually- Razzle and Dazzle were handling the advertising and stuff.” Looey explained, smiling as brightly as he could. “Wonderful, wonderful- I suppose that’s what the flyers are about, eh?” He asked Shelly, just as the Fossil took a glance at the door where a flyer had been taped on a few days ago. “Oh! Yes, I thought I recognized these three!” She said while the other Toon looked at the flyer and smiled. “Well, that’s a convenient time. I suppose I could take time out of my schedule to attend, if you want, Shells!” To say that Shelly beamed when he suggested the idea would be an understatement. “Ah!! You really mean that, sure yes of course!” “Well, it’s a date! Not, literally- I’ll see if the others can join us, bye now!” He’d finish, the bell ringing again as he left. “The others? Oh! Yeah, rightttt- see you then!!” She waved excitedly to him, just as the Trio reached the counter. “Alright!! Will that be all today?” She asked Looey with a wide grin. “Yeah, I reckon so! Hope you two will enjoy the show hehe…” He responded, as Shelly got the transaction ready. “I’m sure we will! You three seem like such fun!” She assured, and Looey and Blot perked up a smidge more… Yatta was already grinning and swinging her arms as she waited for the payment to be finished, before she remembered something. “Ooo! WAIT- do you have any reindeer food??”

“Okay, what do you two wanna practice first?” Looey asked the two as they huddled together. Blot warbled something, with Yatta nodding enthusiastically. “Yeah!! That’s definitely your best one!” Yatta exclaimed, the confetti on her horns standing on end. “Agreed, agreed; glad we got that pie for it!” The three would ramble on to each other, with Rudie’s mind drifting. It wasn’t that he wasn’t paying attention, he just had a lot on his mind right now. He really hoped that the others would be accepted too, once he told. Bobette, Coal… Ginger. Coal would probably be accepted pretty easily since she wasn’t a Borrower, but Rudie worried for Ginger most of all. He didn’t want to think about that right now, so instead he closed his eyes and thought of Christmas. This next one had to be a good one, he just knew it. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the outdoors. It reminded him of Coal quite a bit, as she usually smelled like the outside with how much she ventured away from them. Rudie looked up to the sky as laughter filled the stage, and warmth filled his mind. Bobette had lured Rudie out from a bush one day, a few years back, not long before they met Ginger, actually. The two of them had been in a park staying under a tree where they had found an abandoned den. That had been a wild time for the two of them. Rudie followed Bobette, cheerfully, and with a significantly less amount of thought in relation to the 25th of December. He was nervous however to be greeted by Coal shortly after this. The large dog was just laying there on the grass, not far from the bushes at all. She perked her head up only slightly, gave the air a sniff, and promptly laid her back down on the grass. She was utterly unbothered, to say the least. Bobette had given him a side-eye, and smiled. “Don’t worry, she’s a big ol’ softy!” She had reassured him. This wouldn’t have been the first time he had ridden her, before reaching the tree he was forced to ride her out of necessity, but he had been more focused on keeping his eyes closed and burying his face in the fur as he tried desperately to distract himself from the unnaturally, at least for him, high speeds. After a bit of coaxing, the bauble had managed to get him up on her back, and she would sit behind him. Well, ‘sit’ was being a little generous; it would be more accurate to say that they were laid on their fronts and clinging to the fur with their hands and or hooves to the best of their ability.

Coal had risen to standing with only a moment’s stretch quite slowly. In time, Rudie would come to realize how extraordinarily gentle of a dog she was, but here he couldn’t appreciate it as much. He buried his face in the fur, and braced himself for high speeds that threatened to send his fragile body flying, but no such speed came. He looked up hesitantly, and flinched when he felt Bobette’s hand on his back. “It’s alright, she’ll go slow today- but if you hold your head up, you might just enjoy it anyhow!” She spoke softly, the smile clear in her tone. Rudie bit his lip, but he did have to admit that he hadn’t gone flying last time and if Coal was going to go slower then…? “Oh… well, alright!!” He exclaimed, as excitedly as he could for her sake as he raised his head to actually enjoy the view. “That’s the spirit! Alright, giddyup girl!” Bobette shouted, despite Coal’s quiet whine of protest. “What does ‘giddyup’ actually m-EaN-Uh!” Rudie tried to ask a question, but was interrupted by Bobette slapping Coal’s side, and suddenly they were off, decidedly not slower than they had been last time but there was no helping Rudie’s current position. The little reindeer’s screams were lost to the winds with the sounds of Bobette’s whoops of cheer. Coal remained silent, but the consistent pounding on the ground as she booked it across the grass, through bushes, and between trees felt stable somehow. Through gritted teeth, Rudie looked ahead as Coal sped past so that things rushed by. “You’re doing great! Isn’t this great?” Bobette had called that day to him, and Rudie couldn’t help but agree. Sparkles in his eyes, he looked right, and looked left, trees and benches almost becoming blurry with the speeds. He could feel his fur being pushed down by the wind, and he could feel Coal through all of her fur as she sprinted. “Y… YEAH!” Rudie shouted excitedly, head held high as he took in the ride. He remembered the shine of the sun, and the pure freedom he had felt. It was wonderful.

Rudie yelped as his reminiscing was suddenly cut short, and he was pulled back to the present by the box being picked up and quickly taken to a table and set down with him and the bars facing a wall. Blot’s voice whispered something assuring to him, and at this point Rudie just appreciated the tone. He heard another voice suddenly, two of them. “Alright, alright, alright! You three are excellent!” “(It was exciting…)” “More than exciting! Thrilling!” One voice sounded rather joyous, and the other seemed eternally down in the dumps, but they seemed happy enough. “Hey, Mr. Raz and Mr. Daz!” Looey exclaimed, though it sounded like he sort of regretted it at the end. “Hehe, yeah! Love this guy. You must be Looey, and then this is Yatta, and then there is the Mime himself, Blot!” Razzle charismatically pointed out. “Real inky fellow, why’d ya head backstage just now?” Blot didn’t respond, and for a moment Rudie was confused, before remembering that most people obviously wouldn’t understand him, Rudie included. “(Razzle… he’s a mime… probably quiet.)” Daz said, with Razzle agreeing after. “Oh but of course. You three got this tonight! Dazzle and I have been going ALL over town to promote your show, and we’ve even got concessions ready outside. Are y’all almost ready?” Razzle certainly sounded like an exciting Toon. Rudie got up and took a seat at the wall closest to the sound of the voices, and he’d press his ear against the wall. It was opposite of the bars that Yatta had carved out of the box, probably by design. “YEAH!! I am so HYPERCITED.” Yatta exclaimed, though Rudie wasn’t sure what the word was… Oh, hyper, and excited, got it, Ha! He thought with a small smile. The beans would talk a bit more about getting ready for the performance, and real soon Rudie found the Circus Trio to be moving about the backstage area all getting fully ready as the sounds outside grew louder. The small reindeer was just glad that the growth in volume was gradual and not all at once! It felt like a disjointed Christmas carol like he’d hear in those movies back at the farm house. The sound was excited, but sort of subdued. Rudie made a curious noise as the box was lifted up, and Looey would sit with the box on his lap in a more secluded corner where the noise was lesser.

Looey smiled. He was so glad to have Cane. He had thought about having a pet before, but nothing ever really felt right. He supposed that it was just the kind of thing that life had to force onto him. Looey thought for a moment about getting all kinds of nice things for Cane once he and the Troupe made it big (no matter how anxious that thought made him) before suddenly the tiny reindeer leapt down. “Ah! Cane!” He exclaimed, scrambling to catch them, before realizing they had landed perfectly safe on his calf. “Oh- wh-what?” He questioned, breathlessly as Cane nuzzled into his gut a bit. The smooth nose felt cool, and the sensation overall felt like one of affectionate reassurance. Just how intelligent was his little Candy Cane? “You… you want me to eat you?” He questioned, feeling really silly saying that. I really need a different word for that… something cute, silly, but in a better way than ‘eat.’ He thought, unable to come up with anything right off the bat. Cane just stared at him, those red and green eyes not having a thought behind them, or so he thought. “Looey!! It’s almost time!! We got this!” Yatta exclaimed at him, beckoning the balloon dog over. She stood in the doorway, Blot behind her dusting himself off as they waited for the curtain to go up. Looey could distantly hear Razzle and Dazzle handing out concessions for cash, and even heard some familiar voices in the crowd. Looey looked back to Cane, the gaze of his little reindeer unwavering. “Be there in a minute!” He shouted back, but Yatta had already turned her attention toward climbing somewhere high up. Looey hoped the entrance went well. He would pick Cane up, and hold him right before his closed mouth. “Well… I hope it’s as good for you as it is for me.” Looey murmured embarrassedly. He hadn’t even set the Borrower inside yet, but he already felt his heart beating faster. He could feel claws extending subtly from his hand-paws and feet-paws. He felt his teeth elongate just as he opened his maw, the saliva strands breaking and reconnecting before Cane, though Looey didn’t see this.

The audience buzzed with excitement. An act that wasn’t by the Mask Twins was rare, so people were interested. Brightney found a seat somewhere off to the side, awkwardly taking off her reading glasses and setting them off to the side. She had cancelled the book club meeting she’d normally have with Dazzle and others so they could attend this performance. Elsewhere in the audience, Shelly sat crisscrossed alone. She could really use a pick me up like a good show. When she spotted a friend in the crowd, she beckoned him over with an excited wave. Razzle and Dazzle handed out popcorn and drinks to all sorts of Toons that stopped by. Razzle was absolutely gleaming with excitement, and even Dazzle couldn’t help but have the faintest hint of a smile on his face. Couldn’t keep him at ease for long though, the frown returned soon enough, probably from general worry. “Hey!! Big Guy! Theo! Yo! We got you a special seat over there, greattt!” Razzle called out, pulling Dazzle out of his funk temporarily as they directed a much larger Toon watching off to the side to a bigger seat that would accommodate them. “(Nice to see Trev with you too…)” Poppy showed up a smidge late, but was more than happy to sit off to the side with a can of pop and some popcorn! Meanwhile, Finn sat at one of the seats highest up in the booths, eagerly kicking his feet a bit. He kept an eye out for Rodger, who had invited him, but the detective was nowhere to be found. “I’ll just… er- sit elsewhere…” A paper craft would say apologetically, having been sat just in front of him a smidge lower. “Oh- Cod- Seally sorry-” He apologized with a pun toward the Secretary-Bird looking toon. Before more could be contemplated, the stage was alight with, well, stagelights. All were focused on what appeared to be a mass of ink in the shape of a person! With extended arms, white gloves shining a bit in the light, they’d whirl around to reveal a singular eye, and a mime’s attire. The crowd watched as he surveyed them with one hand over his eyebrow, before giving a cartoonish wave. Then, one of the lights would go out, creating a bit of shadow on the stage. The mime looked visibly distraught by this, and extended his arm outwards repeatedly as if miming a long pole that he’d use to tap the light repeatedly (with an actual sound accompanying it, courtesy of Yatta from the roof, hidden from view) until it came back on. He looked triumphant for only a moment, before he’d gesture off to the side, where on top of a large ball, came a very funny looking clown juggling three smaller balls.

Looey felt as if every sense of his was heightened. He had gone out on stage atop the balancing ball, juggled, fallen, and then helped Yatta perform the balancing trick. He could see every face in the crowd, both familiar and unfamiliar. He smelled the popcorn, and the faint scent of chicken for some reason, and generally the smells of the outdoors. He felt every nerve vibrate in excitement as he felt more hyped than he ever had been as Yatta bounced off of his and Blot’s hands to land in the center of the two, right when it was time to properly start the show. He could hear the laughter, the breaths, the heart rates of his two friends… and he could hear a tiny voice coming from his stomach. Everything seemed to stop for a moment. “It’s only been a couple days and- Beans have always been so scary for Borrowers like me… but somehow-” Looey listened to the voice, and he knew exactly who it was. H-How could Cane…? Borrowers could talk. Looey felt his heart rate increase at the implications, and for a moment he thought he’d freeze up on stage; in the end, he shook it off, the adrenaline from his Pred instincts assisting in pushing the thought away, with the promise to deal with it after the show. Cane was secured, and all could be figured out later. Now is not the time to freakout. He was freaking out but he tried the best he could to shut off his mind. The show went on, the curtain falling briefly so they could do different acts here and there. One time, Blot was dressed up as a stereotypical criminal, Yatta as a bank worker, and Looey as an officer of the law; that was an act filled with slapstick. Blot found himself stuck in an invisible box once, and neither Looey or Yatta could get him out… until he found an invisible key behind Yatta’s ear; there was plenty of mimework. All three of them juggled, with his two friends eventually passing their balls off to him so he was juggling nine balls at once by the end of it much to the audience’s awe. Yatta did all sorts of acrobatics, even juggling both Looey and Blot somehow. She was the strongest in the group, that was certain. (Though it wasn’t like Looey was particularly heavy.) In the end, the three got into a line, Looey in the center for some reason, and they’d all bow to immense applause.

Looey’s tail couldn’t help but wag as his smile widened a most genuine amount. Visions filled his head, roses being thrown at him, calls for more, someone asking him to juggle their baby, all of the things. Of course it wasn’t as crazy as those visions, it was just the applause, but it felt just as good. He felt a smidge egotistical for those thoughts, but he was just glad to make people laugh. The crowd was decently large, and not filled with entirely friends and family so this night was definitely a win! The curtains would fall, and the troupe would head backstage to change back into their civilian attire, and generally just put stuff away. “WOOOO!” Yatta whooped excitedly once Looey and Blot had finished getting back to normal, and pulled the two of them into a hug while bouncing slightly up and down fast repeatedly. “That. Was. AWESOME!! You two did AMAZING.” Yatta praised despite her controlling the stage with her acrobatics. “Nooo, you were the best Yatta, I just-” “SHUT.” Yatta literally grabbed Looey’s lips as Blot picked up Rudie’s box once the hug ended. “You were AWESOME. We ALL were!!” Yatta enthusiastically encouraged as Blot chuckled and walked back to the other two, thankfully not looking into the box to notice the lack of Cane. “Indeed y’all are!” Came Razzle’s voice as the Twins quickly closed the door behind them, clapping excitedly. “That was definitely the best show we’ve hosted!” (“Better than ours… y’all are cool…”) Dazzle complimented sullenly though it didn’t dull Razzle’s smile. “They were amazing, Dazzle! And so are we y’know!” (“Mmm… okay.”) Yatta walked right up to the two and gave them a hug as well while Looey just smiled. “I’ll go start the car, thank you two so much!! Mister Razzle & Dazzle.” He thanked gratefully, waving at them as he moved to leave the room. “Of course, Looey! You can just call us Raz & Daz, we should go to dinner sometime the five of us, to celebrate! I’ll keep in touch! This was great.” (“It’s good we can keep the theatre funded…”) Looey would chuckle and wave them off as he got outside and started the car. Once he was in the Driver’s Seat alone, he looked down at his gut with a frown and a thoughtful expression.

The two would get ready for bed, and it would be all too soon before Looey found himself laying on the bed and staring up at the undecorated ceiling ‘alone.’ This has been… the weirdest and the best day possible. He thought to himself, the box that contained Cane resting on the floor at the foot of the bed. He had let Cane out and into the box (the little reindeer had been asleep) as he got changed into pajamas, and now he was left with just his thoughts. His pred instincts hadn’t fully tapered off yet, lingering due to his recent release of his Borrower; this was how he would hear the scuffling. He could hear Cane getting out of the box, which reminded him that he’d forgotten to put books on top of it. Darn it. He debated on getting up, but if the Borrower was like, actually a person, he couldn’t prevent him from leaving; that’d be wrong on SO many levels. Kind of like eating a person. He thought bitterly to himself. Then, he realized that Cane was trying to get atop the bed. Oh… he’s- coming to talk to me- like actually talk to me- just like he planned- oh gosh… what do I say what do I say what do I- “Rudie…!” A voice called out, tiny as could be, and he could hear Cane’s ascent up the side of the bed pause, before suddenly landing back on the ground with the quietest thud of his hooves. Rudie… He acknowledged, before his ears flicked slightly to listen. “Bobette? Hey…! Everything alright?? I was just about to-” “It’s Ginger- she’s missing!” Looey could practically taste the tension in the air after ‘Bobette’ said that. He bit his lip nervously, well aware he was not supposed to be listening to this. “What?” Cane- Rudie, Looey corrected himself, asked simply. “After our talk last night, I just couldn’t find her anywhere! All day since you’ve been out I’ve been looking for her with Coal but- I need your help Rudie.” She explained to Rudie, worry clear in her tone. “Oh… Garland… she- it- it must have been my fault! I scared her away with all my talk of talking to Looey-" "No, don’t blame yourself- she… she cares about us, she must have had a good reason to go. If we go right now with Coal, we can go farther than I did so we can-" "No.” Rudie cut her off, as sullenly yet as certainly as he could. “I…if- if Coal couldn’t find her, we’ll need more help than just the three of us can do. I need to talk to Looey. He- He’s a Bean, surely he can figure out a way to help us find her.” Looey’s eyes widened as he kept them firmly locked on the ceiling. Rudie’s voice sounded so soothing, and strong-willed. And he needed help. He needed Looey’s help. The two barely knew each other, and Looey just now figured out he was a person for Handler’s sake. Looey shifted on the bed a bit, debating on getting up. “Rudie… I-” Bobette had a moment’s hesitation, but from a wordless action Looey couldn’t see, she seemed to straighten up. “I trust you… Coal and I- we’ll wait, promise… just- please stay safe- okay…? And hurry! But- no rush-" "I swear on Clause himself, hehe… you know how serious I am about that.” Rudie responded, eliciting a chuckle from Bobette. “Of course… see you soon, Rudie.” Their conversation was over just like that, and Looey had formulated a plan.

Rudie looked onward to the moon, near the horizon, just over the treeline of the woods nearby. It reminded him of those forests in the Christmas Movies where they got those beautiful trees, but with much rounder trees. He bit his lip, and worked up the courage. This was it, no better moment than Right Now. He opened his mouth, the words on the tip of his tongue, and then. “I can’t imagine how hard this must be for you…” Looey began, visibly startling the tiny reindeer. Who was he talking to? Then Looey looked at him, and those large eyes filled with a distant sparkle that felt warm in Rudie’s soul met his own, and he felt a shudder. He was talking to Him. “You… you don’t have to worry about it anymore. I know.” Know? What could he possibly possibly know? He can’t know! Right? Rudie thought, thoughts rushing through his head, before a relief poured through him that he might not have to worry about direct confrontation. “When… when I ate you earlier before the show, my senses were heightened, and I heard you talk. And… uhm… shoot… I heard you now too, with that… Bobette lady.” Looey informed as softly as he could, head lowered a bit to try and seem smaller. Rudie just listened, chills shooting down his spine despite the inevitability of all of this. It felt jarring to hear him say Bobette’s name. The little reindeer bit his lip, kicking one leg in anticipation of having to respond eventually. Looey looked away for a moment. “And… most importantly- Rudie…” A deep shiver went down Rudie’s spine at his name. “I know about Ginger, and- I want to help you; to make up for um… well- eating you all those times- I… I didn’t know you were a person- which- sounds so stupid I mean you’re basically just a smaller Toon but- I’m just so so-” Looey rambled, starting to spiral in his nerves due to the situation, but that wouldn’t happen for long. “It’s okay.” Rudie assured Looey, the Bean startling a bit now as he turned his head back so that he could actually see Rudie talk. “Mr. Rodger… he explained it to me- it’s something that you have to do- I understand that… I should be the one that’s sorry, for um… um… never speaking up- and- stuff… it wasn’t very Nice of me…”

Something New

Part One

TW: SFW Vore, Unintentional Fearplay, Angst, Unwilling. WC: 4,198

Here we go! My Vore day Month fic finally completed :D Hopefully this'll be a good one and can find many DW Fans and sfw vore fans XD

Got myself a little au here with both Preds and Borrowers, set in a world without humans. Little bit of exposition at the start for those who are less familiar, but, yeah! Hope it's enjoyed ^w^

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Fic’s that have an * next to them contain vore/noms, and fic’s that have a (*) next to them contain mentions of it. Fic’s that don’t have either are normal g/t or plain fics.

Tiny Christmas

Chapter One: The Shrinking Episode

TW: Passing out, feeling down, and a bit of fear.

WC: 3002

I should preface this fic by saying that this is not necessarily a shipfic; I do ship Looey and Rudie together but in the universe I am writing this for they are not together and are simply friends. X]

Hope you enjoy!! I've got a lot of headcanons.