#non-fatal

[nelc]

Police say a motorcyclist was taken to hospital with serious injuries after a B.C. crash near the Surrey-Delta border Saturday afternoon left a motorcycle dangling from a traffic light above a busy intersection.

[randomfoxehs-belly]

Got Space Marine 2 on sale and it was fun so now I'm playing other 40K games and so now I'm thinking about Warhammer 40K stuff.

Specifically thinking of vore stuff. Vorehammer 40K. Hammer my ass and then vore me 40,000 times. Digested over and over again 40,000 times in 40,000 bellies.

Warhammer already has so much canon vore already so it isn't even hard to insert it lol. Tyranids especially, my beloved vore bugs<3

Started thinking about a whole vorny continuity for 40K with a friend of mine.

Normal humans like the guardsman are just the potato chips of the galaxy. Sent in practically as food for pred xenos and kept around because the space marines subsist on a diet of swooning slutty guardsmen bois and need the stimulation between missions of hunting tasty boys down.

And Eldar are like

Prized and premium preysluts @_@

Why do you think they call 'em craft worlds?

Because of CRAFT SERVICES

Like on a film shoot Dx

Kraft fucking singles

Orks and tyranids and T'au (kroot) annnnnd somehow Necrons can all be preds, Space Marines are the pred supremacists of the imperium and regular humans are all prey, and Eldar are 100% preys

And chaos are the same as the imperium but also there's hot demon guys I guess I dunno I don't really like chaos they're kinda boring to me. Really only need Khorne and Slaneesh for the purposes of this idea.

But T'au/Kroot are easily preds, Orks are easily preds, Tyranids are preds, the Chaos gods can fuck off in this continuity besides Slaanesh (and maybe Khorne, if you vornify him) because yeh. The Astartes and Ogryn are what happens when a pred human is born, and the regular humans are all some flavor of preyish. And of course Eldari and Dark Eldari are all prey x3

Necrons as a whole are all just in the same mindset as Trazyn, they all wanna collect preys and just keep them whether that's in a stasis gallery or a jar or a living metal belly is all the same difference.

you would not believe the sheer amount of times the Ogryn in Darktide talk about "rations" n shit, and about eating people - like it's halfway to canon. Ogryns aren't part of the Space Marine supremacy but they're still inescapably preds.

The Eldar are such a bunch of preysluts that they accidentally created a pred god and all Aldari are destined to go into slaanesh's belly for eternity come the enveloping of the warp

That's a good distribution of pred/preys across the galaxy hehe

Bunch of preds fighting over the human and Eldar pred pops

There's a nice distribution of preds, a nice variety of studs to be snacking on the two predominant preyboy populations, plus probably some other miscellaneous xenos =o

Predstuds fighting each other and eating the boys Dx

Belly bumping and belch competitoning O_o

thinking of being squished between two preds bellies while they bicker over who gets to eat meh'<3

fun for two Space Marine Chapters to be arguing over eating me whilst two of em are squishing me in between their bellies =o

for vore purposes I can imagine Space Wolves and Ultramarines would probably be the ones at odds in that kind of scenario - having different philosophies when it comes down to how to treat and appreciate the tasty preyboys >3>

Space Wolves being bully pred-leaning and smurfs being more "upstanding" and protectorate about it

That or chaos space marines, especially a Khornite one being like "the preys are just a bunch of worthless stupid idiot losers who are only good for being eaten like the food they are, they don't deserve autonomy we should just keep them in troughs whenever we're not eating them" and Ultramarines are like "NOOOOO food is important and should be cherished, we should let them have the autonomy to live their own little lives when not filling our bellies and protect them because we need them." And that's why the Horus Heresy happened because of that disagreement lol.

In the grim dankness of the future there is only vore

Thinking of my mousie boy as an adeptus sororitas aka sisters of battle aka space nuns with guns. Femboy Sister of Battle mousie~

mousie being part of a chapter of "missionaries" who spread the faith missionary style aka riding cock and gurgling in guts. Spreading the Good News and converting people to the god emperor by making you cum and giving belly rubs @_@

Mousie being borderline heretical in his "mission" by suggesting the idea of converting xenos to the faith of the emperor

and everyone's like "you just wanna get eaten by orks =/ "

and he's like "maybe but still wouldn't that be nuuuuuts?"

xD

imagine xenos being legitimately worshipful of the emperor wouldn't that be craaaaazy?

the tau do it why can't we?

(as in the T'au convert people of other species to their religion)

This kind of notion but instead it's Mousie bussy being so tight and preyboy belly rubs being so orgasmic that it makes the pred stud simp for him lol

The prey in your belly makes you predgasm so good it's a friendshipality. Making them feel so good after nomsing Mousie that they wanna be nice preds who follow the Emperors doctrine from now on uwu

Raising the preds pleasure meter until it breaks and suddenly he's addicted to Mousie pork butt~

And willing to praise the emperor to get it lol

Kinda like how nominally the adeptus mechanicus is like "yeah the omnissiah and the emperor are totally the same thing sure whatever"

But make them wanna worship Mousie butt and by extension Big E cuz hey where do you think this fat ass owes itself to?

But if it doesn't work and a pred is still toxic and tries to mistreat mousie, he can still just boltgun them in the face =P (I shouldn't have to clarify this, but regular violence is also non-fatal in my kink scenarios. Everyone is immortal invulnerable and invincible and is aware of it. They would just be KOed for a while.)

Getting gangbanged by some Orks and gurgled in their bellies and leaving them all head over heels for Mousie by the end~

Or if not and they're not playing ball just wriggle on out and shoot 'em all and leave lol x3

Can't close every sale, no biggie

That's been the thinking lately.

[urfavoritewriter]

His fingers toy with the hem of his shirt, that signature smirk teasing at the edges of his mouth. "Been hitting the gym hard lately," he comments nonchalantly, though his eyes gleam with something more mischievous. As he pulls up the fabric, revealing a landscape of chiseled abs and a tight, flat stomach, he can't help but flex slightly, making every muscle stand out more prominently.

"You ever wonder what it's like inside a gym rat's gut?" he asks, voice dripping with playful seduction. His index finger traces one of the abdominal lines, leading down into the depths of his navel. "Been working on these abs day and night, and trust me, they're not just for show. They form the tightest, warmest chamber you could ever hope to be in."

Leaning closer, his warm breath fans your ear, making you shiver. "I promise I'd keep you safe," he whispers, lips brushing against the skin of your neck, "but I won't lie — it's going to be snug, incredibly tight. The kind of tight that you can feel every ripple, every contraction of my muscles. And once you're nestled deep inside, you'll stay as long as I want, feeling every flex, every movement, every breath I take."

He pulls back, eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that's almost hypnotic. "So, what do you say? Ready to become part of this gym bro's routine, snugly tucked away in the tightest space you'll ever know?"

[fenrisforyourself]

Non-Fatal

     Maudlin’s foot connected solidly with the old wooden door, but it didn’t fly open like he expected. Instead, it caught on the patchy floorboards and stuck halfway open mockingly. It was enough of an opening for him to squeeze through, and he caught his target heading towards the opposite door. He couldn’t imagine how he could move through the crumbling building unhindered like Maudlin seemed to be. He moved in a flash of black and orange, and he seemed to know the building a lot better than he did. Just as he made it into the room, his target disappeared through the other door. Maudlin followed.

          His target was the infamous Halloween. He was a League puppet whose sheer destruction count outnumbered any other member by millions. His demolition projects nearly matched the Calamity, and he’d only been on the scene for a few years. In a near impossible juxtaposition, his body count was almost nil. It was because of his apparent non-League disposition that the Association wanted to recruit him. They assumed- more like hoped- that his unwillingness to kill meant that he might not have been completely brainwashed by the League. If there was even a chance that they could take a pawn away from their lifelong enemy, they were willing to take it.

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[voracious-pumpkira-starr]

Are you willing to do soft non-fatal vore?

“Hmmm. Well yes I am! Not all food has to digest if im not hungry. I can just eat you for the fun of it, no worries I’ll keep you safe”

[juunjuniper-blog]

Catboy Ringabel

Edea gets shrunken by DeRosa’s dumb shrinking syrup (thank you @favoreateblog for the syrup idea, you’re awesome). While she’s one foot tall, Catboy Ringabel has a little fun with Edea. She’s kind of enjoying it, at least until he decides to swallow her out of nowhere. Based on these images. Also contains (slight) lewd, but nothing major.

I’M BACK PEOPLE! Hopefully for real this time. My schedule’s been real wack lately, but it’s more manageable now. Catboy Ringabel has been on my mind for weeks now. Expect to see more of him in the future.

“Oh no..of course that syrup shrunk me...just my AMAZING luck…” Edea should’ve known not to trust that syrup bottle, given that it was a gift from DeRosa of all people.

At first she thought that it was poison. Though after a few inspections and sniffs, she figured that this really was a present. A really weird one, but a donation nonetheless.

To DeRosa’s credit, the syrup did taste pretty good with those waffles. Aside from that, any good things Edea had to say about the sweet liquid ended. She knew something was up the moment her mind started getting hazy. Not even being able to utter a word, she passed out, slumping into her chair.

And here she was now. When Edea finally woke up, she was wrapped in something soft, furry, and white. Her eyes shot up, before realizing that it was just her partner’s fluffy tail. Of course. Who else would it be? “Ringabel?”

The catboy casanova’s ears instantly perked up when Edea made it known that she was now awake. He looked back and gave her a bright smile. “The angel wakes from her slumber.”

Edea couldn’t help but roll her eyes at that. He could at least be more surprised that she was a foot tall. Then again, Ringabel was rather good at being nonchalant about the most random things. Including his mate being shrunken, apparently.

“Tell DeRosa that his dumb syrup shrunk me. And please give him a punch to the face, just for good measure,” Edea demanded. Ringabel blinked, raising an eyebrow as his cat ears lowered. “I will keep that in mind. But for now…”

Ringabel trailed off for a moment. Edea was about to question why, until the casanova lifted her up to his face. She stared back at him with a puzzled look. What was he planning?

That gaze quickly turned into one of ecstacy as Ringabel wrapped his tongue around her body, and rested it in the middle of her legs. He gave her a knowing smirk upon hearing her breathing turn to light panting. “Enjoying where my tongue is going, are you Edea?” “Nffh...put a sock in it, Ringabel!” Oh boy, how Edea wanted to slap the hell out of him right now. Though when she stood at two feet tall, and his tongue was wrapped around her chest, including in between her thighs, well that was kind of hard to do. Even worse, she was completely naked.

His teasing words wasn’t helping matters either, at all. Edea knew that cats found intense joy in taunting pretty much everyone, but this was just going too far, in her opinion.

She never said anything about physically teasing her, though. Not to mention the catboy wasn’t the one who was 12 inches tall. Edea couldn’t resist a shiver at him licking her legs. He hummed at her taste, then unwrapped his tongue from her.

This freedom was short-lived as Ringabel picked her up and dropped her feet into his open maw. He purred at getting more of her exquisite taste. Edea’s eyes turned bigger than dinner plates. “R-Ringabel! Spit me o-out!” she ordered.

Her only response at first were Ringabel’s sounds of pleasure. “Not a chance~” he finally responded after what felt like an eternity of licking to Edea. She tried to squirm around, but when his tongue was wrapped around her feet, that was easier said than done.

“I’m serious, Ringabel! If you don’t spit me out, then I’ll have to make you. And neither of us want that.” Ringabel knew that was an empty threat. He was the bigger one here. “Oh? You can try, Edea. Whether it will help or not is a different story entirely.” GURK.

This was backed up as Ringabel took his first swallow, pulling Edea’s feet into his throat. He continued to hum in pleasure as he lapped over her thighs. Edea’s wriggles increased when Ringabel started eyeing her lower area. “Oh no you don’t! Don’t you dare-”

She was cut off by Ringabel placing his tongue on her lower area, completely ignoring her pleas and complaints. Edea’s panting resumed as her face flared up. “Don’t put your tongue there!”

“Oh?” Ringabel’s ears perked up again as he gave her that same shit-eating grin she knew all-too well. “Would you rather I lick there instead~?” he asked in the most seductive tone he could muster. If Edea’s face turned any redder, then she swore that she’d catch on fire. “No! I would rather you swallow! Just don’t lick there!” she blurted out all at once, practically begging at this point. Ringabel blinked - he didn’t really expect that. The temporary surprise was short-lived. “If you insist…”

GLP

Edea didn’t expect Ringabel to take that second part literally. She shivered at him now reaching her chest area. Almost immediately her hands went down to cover her breasts. She didn’t trust Ringabel to not lick them.

Apparently Edea was correct, since Ringabel whined like a dog at her covering that area. He could’ve easily moved her hands, but he was frankly too lost in her delicious taste to do so.

“Quit staring!” Edea snapped angrily. She was still kicking her feet and legs in Ringabel’s gullet, even though she figured that was a lost cause. She was right on that - cats were also known for being awfully persistent. They got what they desired, no matter who or what got in the way.

“I’m merely enjoying the view,” Ringabel responded simply, causing Edea’s face to flush even more than it already was. Unlike Edea, he was enjoying this 100 percent. Her taste was still filling his mouth, and the feeling of something sliding down his throat was kind of pleasant.

GLRK.

GLURK.

Edea was unprepared for her entire body to be sent sliding down Ringabel’s throat with two more gulps. She made several attempts to push and wriggle while descending, none of which helped in the slightest.

“Are you having fun on the ride, Edea?” Ringabel asked in a teasing tone. He lifted his hand to rub at the squirmy bulge in his throat. Edea’s struggles only increased at being touched.

“No. No, I am not!” Edea responded. She grumbled something inaudible under her breath as she landed in Ringabel’s stomach. If she thought it was hot in his throat, then this took the cake. Her struggles resumed instantly.

“Mhm,” Ringabel replied, shuddering at Edea landing in his stomach. “I can tell by your…” He trailed off at the end of his sentence at Edea’s squirming. “Nnnngh...squirming…” he finished after a delay from panting in pleasure.

Edea yelped at suddenly being pushed around. She was confused for a moment, though she didn’t stop her physical (and verbal) protests. Then she realized that it must’ve been Ringabel kneading his belly. “Would you stop that!”

Ringabel didn’t even register that Edea was talking. He was in a trance of pure bliss as his purrs grew louder in volume. “Nnnghh...hmm...no~” he managed to reply in a pleased tone.

“I’m serious!” Edea yelled. “If you don’t stop pushing me around, then I’ll have to resort to punching your stomach! And you don’t want that, do you?” She didn’t even know if Ringabel was acknowledging what she was saying at this point. Sure he replied to her other demand, but there was a rather noticeable pause before he did.

Edea was still not happy with this situation, but at least she had confidence that she would not be digested. If this really was what DeRosa intended, then he wouldn’t have the bravery to try and get her killed in this way.

“Stop complaining, Edea,” Ringabel calmly ordered, still rubbing his belly. “I’ll let you out after a nap.” With that promise, he stretched out and yawned, before laying with his head against one of the bed’s pillows. “Sweet dreams, angel~”

You know...I might even have to thank DeRosa for that syrup that shrunk Edea.

[juunjuniper-blog]

Casual Sneaking

Therion needs to sneak past the guards, which would be easy if his two companions weren't so terrible at being sneaky, and if his stomach wouldn't stop rumbling every five seconds due to skipping lunch. Just nom your friends, it's a win/win for everyone! 

This was meant to be more shorter than it is now, but I guess I got a little too invested in it, hahah. I’m pretty sure this is my longest one to date, at 1.5k words. Based on a scenario by anon, which was inspired by a drawing by the ever talented @weticecubes. So basically, I'm writing a story that is based on a scenario that was based on a picture. Inspirationception. 

Thieves were widely nutorious around Borderfall for their sneaking prowess. Unfortunately, at this time, Therion couldn’t boast about that reputation. Mainly because he had two other people with him.

Really, he still didn’t know why he decided to join their ragtag gang. He remembered the first time he met them, while he was preparing to break into Ravus Manor. Of course, Therion just had to give them their own “pet names.”

There was Alfyn, the apothecary, who seemed to be the leader of the bunch. He was the one who initially recommended for Therion to join their group, and even offered to heal his wounds.

And of course, Therion couldn’t forget about Professor Albright. Mainly due to the fact that Cyrus seemed to have an instant liking towards him, and he was already going off on ramblings about random subjects. Frankly, he was also a dork.

Whatever the case, Therion was having difficulties making any attempt to persuade the guards into letting them inside the manor, thanks to his companions, who were absolutely terrible at being sly. It didn’t help that his stomach kept gurgling every five seconds due to skipping lunch.

“Can you guys be any more terrible at concealing yourselves?” Therion asked cynically. The duo just shook their heads in unison. At least they were honest about it.

“Well yes, but actually no,” Cyrus responded. Therion rolled his eyes in annoyance. He was briefly considering ditching them, but he decided two extra bodyguards were better than none.

“Whatever. You two just...rest at an inn, I need to think.” Alfyn complied with little resistance, while Cyrus was harder to convince. “Are you sure? I could offer some extra assistance.”

He was cut off by a hard glare. “Yes, magic man, I’m sure. Now shoo,” Therion ordered, waving his hand dismissively. Cyrus opened his mouth to protest, then closed it and went to follow Alfyn.

With the distractions gone, Therion could finally scheme straight. He couldn’t just sneak in with two other people, that would seem too suspicious. And if he left the two hiding while he got in by fooling the guards, they couldn’t get back in. There had to be some way to get all three of them inside!

As if on cue, his stomach growled again. Therion sighed in exasperation, before gasping as an idea struck him. A plot that would get him and the other two males inside Ravus Manor, and not raise suspicion from the guards.

Of course, there was just one problem - Alfyn and Cyrus would never approve of it. Then again, he was Therion, he did what he wanted whether others liked it or not. It was a good thing Alfyn’s satchel was right there in his grasp.

Both Cyrus and Alfyn knew something was fishy the moment they woke from their sleep. First of all, the surroundings looked much bigger than usual. Secondly, they were in a spaghetti dish. Lastly, and most importantly, Therion was drooling over them, a look of pure hunger on his face.

“Therion, what are you…” Cyrus started to speak up, before being rudely interrupted by a tongue licking over his chest. Alfyn nervously gulped, he really didn’t want to be thief chow. “Um, Theri-”

“Quiet, you two. I’m killing two birds with one stone,” Therion replied simply. He continued to savor Cyrus’ taste. Smokey and salty, like a fresh, delicious steak off a hot grill…

The thief didn’t even realize he impulsively placed Cyrus in his mouth until he felt a wriggling feeling, along with hearing a shocked gasp from Alfyn. “Oops.” he muttered nonchalantly. Therion continued to lick over the scholar, the spaghetti sauce only enhancing his taste further.

“Wh-! Release me at once, Therion!” Cyrus yelled, trying to thrash around. His cloak was coated in the thief’s saliva, which he didn’t appreciate at all. He briefly contemplated firing a magic spell, but his brain told him that would only make things worse.

“Mmmm…” Therion hummed. Cyrus’ flavor was irresistible, he couldn’t get enough of it. He continued to lap over his friend, or rather, former friend. Eating your cohort is probably a friendship killer.

GURK.

Cyrus began his descent down Therion’s throat, still squirming. “Therion, this is positively disgusting!” he protested. It didn’t help at all that he was nearly too compacted to move.

As opposed to Cyrus, Therion was enjoying this very much. He should have thought of this sooner! He glanced at Alfyn out the corner of his eye, to notice that the apothecary looked flustered by merely staring at his throat.

“Are you...enjoying the show, medicine man?” Therion asked smugfully. Just to tease the apothecary more, Therion grabbed the noodle strand that Alfyn was holding onto, the latter blushing as the thief lifted him up near his mouth.

“U-umm…” Alfyn’s mind searched for an answer that wouldn’t make him look like a weird pervert. Therion chuckled so low that Cyrus could feel the vibration while travelling down the thief’s gullet.

GRK.

Therion brought his free hand up to his throat bulge where Cyrus was, rubbing and pushing at it. “Does the ride tickle your fancy, magic man?” he asked. His scarf was kind of getting in the way of trying to swallow Cyrus all the way down, but he wasn’t complaining.

“No! This is preposterous and revolting!” came the muffled response. Therion snickered quietly, before turning back to Alfyn, whose face was redder than the cliffs of Borderfall. It was clear that he was excited, but was too humble to show it.

“T-Therion…?” Alfyn spoke up in a whisper. Said thief just looked at him and nodded nonchalantly, still rubbing at the bulge in his throat. “C-Can I, touch…?” He was too ruffled to finish the rest of the sentence.

Thankfully, the thief already understood what Alfyn was trying to relay. Therion brought the apothecary just inches away from his throat, before grabbing his hands and letting him touch Cyrus’ form.

GLK.

A final swallow sent Cyrus crashing downward into Therion’s stomach. He groaned in disgust and exhaustion, squirming defiantly. “Therion! Let me out this instant!” Therion’s apparent enjoyment judging from his moans didn’t help the scholar at all.

“Heh, he’s a wriggler…” Therion murmured, giving Alfyn a teasing lick. The apothecary was still clinging onto his pasta piece that Therion was holding. He shivered as the thief lifted the spaghetti strand up, before dangling it above his maw.

“Your turn~” Therion purred, dropping Alfyn’s feet and legs into his mouth. The thief sucked on his apothecary companion, pleased at his flavor. Sweet and juicy, just like his personality.

“Mmmm...I see you aren’t frightened…” Therion noticed. Alfyn’s face somehow turned even redder than it already was. He was too flustered to think of a coherent response, so he just let Therion do what he wanted.

GLRRK.

Alfyn could see his legs slide down Therion’s throat with relative ease, shivering a bit. He knew that he’d be joining Cyrus soon, but his will told him not to fight. Maybe it was just because he was too trusting.

Yeah, that was it.

GLURK.

Another wet gulp brought Alfyn’s full body into Therion’s gullet. It was tight, and he could barely move, but it was rather warm. He could faintly hear Cyrus’ muffled protests, gradually getting more audible as he descended.

GLLK.

Therion slurped up the spaghetti noodle Alfyn was still clinging onto, before taking a final swallow. He moaned in pleasure at the feeling of Cyrus’ struggles doubling.

He wasn’t hungry anymore, thankfully. Of course, Therion could’ve went back to Ravus Manor and got in right then and there. But hey, what would be the fun in that? His eyes moved over to the spaghetti plate, before smirking.

Alfyn landed straight on top of Cyrus, causing the scholar to weakly attempt to kick him off. “Sorry,” the apothecary apologized, gratefully shifting off Cyrus. It seemed like even when they were both shrunken, Alfyn was still the strong one.

Cyrus yelped as he felt spaghetti sauce drizzling on his head, then spaghetti noodles on his beloved clothes. Alfyn let out an amused chuckle, before being silenced by pasta landing straight on his head.

They were interrupted by Therion squeezing his belly and speaking up. “Heh, don’t worry guys, I’ll let you out later, when we’re actually in Ravus Manor. You two are terrible at being sneaky, by the way.” With those words, Therion resumed wolfing down his pasta, occasionally rubbing at his stomach.

“...This is still gross and unjust,” Cyrus whined, before grumbling and letting Therion have his way. Alfyn just shook his head. “Shucks, come on Cyrus, it’s not that bad, admit it.”

The scholar just sighed and leaned against one of the stomach walls. If Therion didn’t follow up on his promise, he was going to be met with a Fireball to the face.

The thief did keep his promise, eventually. Of course, he was terribly reluctant to even let them out.

But given that they endured being drenched in spaghetti sauce and pasta noodles, they probably deserved to be freed at least.

[juunjuniper-blog]

Polar Opposites

We all know that Alfyn and Therion are polar opposites. But what happens when they're separated from their group, stuck in a cave, and Therion is at the risk of coming down with pneumonia? Well, there is a solution, but the thief won't like it. Or rather, he will, but he’s being Therion and rejecting it, we all know that’s how he really feels.      

This was supposed to be an Alfyn/Vanessa story instead, but I just felt like I was in an Alfion mood. For some reason, the general scenario has been on my mind, which is probably another reason why. Therion will get his moment soon enough, don’t worry. Initially this was same-size, but I felt tiny Therion worked better.

If someone said that the “famed” Alfyn Greengrass was trapped in a cave, during a freezing blizzard, stuck with a snarky thief, they’d probably be called insane.

Yet, that very scenario was happening. Alfyn and Therion had been separated from the others during a relentless snowstorm, leading to them finding a cavern for refuge.

As usual, Therion complained about it, being his usual pessimistic self. Alfyn, on the other hand, was already thinking of a way for them to both escape. Preferably hale and hearty, instead of being turned into twin icicles.

“We’re never going to get out, let’s face it.” Of course, Therion’s cynicism was not helping matters, and was even starting to rub off on him. Alfyn shot him a disapproving look.

“Shucks, Theri, you could at least be a little more optimistic.” Naturally, his question was ignored, the thief choosing to continue on with his annoyed ranting. The apothecary wracked his mind while trying to think, what could he do…?

After a few minutes, a low coughing sound broke Alfyn out of his temporary stupor. He noticed Therion looked ill at ease, mostly the ill part. “Theri? Are you okay?” Alfyn asked, walking over to him.

Therion gave him an annoyed glare. “Medicine man, how many times do I have to tell you? Do not call me-” Another cough cut the thief off. Alfyn gave him a worried look.

“Uh oh, I think you have pneumonia…” he murmured, putting a hand to the thief’s forehead. Therion looked away in embarrassment. “H-Hey, I’m fine…” He clearly didn’t look fine, but Therion liked having his pride intact.

Alfyn knew that Therion was feeling cold, considering his constant shivering, but was poorly attempting to hide it. He couldn’t blame the thief though, he’d lived in the desert his whole life so he wasn’t well-adjusted to the cold.

His mind searched for a way to keep Therion warm. No matter what possibilities he thought of, there was always a major flaw. Dammit, why couldn’t Cyrus be here?

Freezing cold, Therion buried his head in Alfyn’s chest. The apothecary’s face flushed red, though he didn’t resist. His stomach growled, audible to both him and the cold thief. While Therion thought nothing of it, Alfyn was suddenly struck with an idea.

He was hungry, he’d skipped lunch in the hopes that the two would find an inn relatively soon. And Therion was cold as ice, literally and figuratively. Alfyn knew he wouldn’t like this, but he’d understand once he explained. And if he didn’t comprehend it, well, he’d just be stuck with a very crabby thief in his belly.

Therion wasn’t paying attention to Alfyn, so when he felt a syringe being used on his arm, it was a surprise. “Medicine man, what are you doing?!” he shouted, feeling himself...almost shrinking. By the time he was shoe-sized, Alfyn picked the thief up and licked his lips, before shoving Therion headfirst into his mouth.

The apothecary knew he wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this. But how could he help himself, really? Vanilla ice cream, and strangely enough, the snow on his hair seemed to make Therion’s taste better. “This is for your own good, Therion!” he said, rubbing along said thief’s legs.

“For my own good, he says! Release me this instant, medicine man!” Therion yelled. His whole face was drenched in disgusting saliva, and he still had no idea what the hell Alfyn was doing. It didn’t exactly help that he had trust issues still.

GURK.

That first gulp was the sound that tipped Therion off to what was really going on here. His struggles doubled in audacity, not even caring that the apothecary was apparently trying to help him.

“Stop it!” Therion protested more. He felt his scarf being removed, which drew a shocked gasp. “My scarf! Give that back!” Alfyn found it ironic that he was more worried about his neckwear than his own health and safety.

“Sorry Therion, but no.” Alfyn put the scarf on his own neck, like rubbing salt in the wound. He shuddered as he felt Therion’s head feel more compact in his throat.

“Are you...wearing it?!” Therion yelped. It felt tighter in Alfyn’s gullet now, like something was wrapped around it. He didn’t even care about being lapped over and coated in saliva anymore, now it was about getting his bandana back.

GLK.

...Then again, maybe that was the least of his worries. Therion squirmed as he felt his chest going down Alfyn’s throat. His head was still stuck, but he had to admit, at least it was warm. But that didn’t make it ANY less bad.

“Gross…” Therion muttered. He tried to push himself out, only to fail miserably. “Just end it already, medicine man!” he complained. Alfyn was completely fine with listening to that, once he got Therion’s whole body into his throat that was.

“Hm, no,” Alfyn replied mischievously. “Whether you like it or not, you’re staying in there until we get out of this blizzard.” Therion’s squirms resumed, or rather they would have if he wasn’t too cramped to do anything at all.

GLRRK.

Therion’s legs and feet slid down Alfyn’s gullet, though he was still stuck. “What’s the holdup?” he questioned instinctively. The thief really wanted nothing to do with his apothecary cohort, but he still couldn’t help but ask.

“I’m experimenting,” Alfyn replied simply. Therion rolled his eyes in annoyance. What could he possibly be experimenting about? He already had his “friend” down his throat! Thankfully, the thief didn’t have to wait long for the answer.

GLRK.

The thief’s face flushed scarlet as he realized what Alfyn was doing. That apothecary was trying to swallow him down, with the scarf around his throat! He still had no idea how he was going to do it, but if there was one thing he knew about Alfyn, he always found a way.

GRRK.

Therion felt himself descending, to his astonishment. He tried to squirm again, only to find that it was still rather compacted. “Hurry it up, medicine man!” the thief yapped.

“Well, if you insist…”

GLP.

GLURK.

After what felt like an eternity to Therion, he finally landed in Alfyn’s stomach. He was about to wriggle around again, only to realize how warm it was. Given how cold he was earlier, maybe this wasn’t so bad.

“Are you going to give me my scarf back now?” Therion asked quietly, prodding at one of the stomach walls. He raised an eyebrow as Alfyn groaned lightly under his touch.

“Hmm...no~” Alfyn rejected, licking his lips to get the last of Therion’s sweet taste. He gave his stomach a teasing squeeze. “Look on the bright side Theri, at least you aren’t freezing.”

Therion really wanted to argue against that, but he couldn’t deny that it was better than being turned into a snow-thief. Then again, ANYTHING was better than that.

He was sure that if Darius heard he was saved from being frozen in a cave by his own companion shrinking and devouring him, the older thief would tease him about it to no end.

“Hmph. Whatever.” Naturally, Therion dismissed the statement immediately, instead choosing to move around for a better position. When he heard a familiar moan, his face flushed scarlet.

“Are you...enjoying my massage?” Therion asked with a mischievous undertone. Alfyn, the humble apothecary he was, immediately stuttered in an attempt to reject it. “N-No! I mean, maybe?” If there was an award in history for the worst excuses, the flustered apothecary would win it by a landslide. Taking that as a yes, Therion continued to rub and knead at Alfyn’s stomach walls.

“A-aahh! T-Theri, stop it!” Alfyn panted. The thief merely gave a shit-eating grin, not that the apothecary could see it. “Not a chance.” Alfyn moaned particularly loud as Therion found a sensitive spot.

“Heh, enjoying this, are you?” Alfyn swore that he would catch on fire if his face flared up any more. “O-oooohh, yes…” he panted. Therion was still not pleased with his situation, but hearing Alfyn’s pleasured moans more than made up for it.

Eventually, Alfyn managed to walk out of the cave as the blizzard resided, Therion still teasing him all the way. Though it did take an extra half hour due to Alfyn stopping every ten seconds to chastise Therion or rub his belly. Neither one of them noticed, or minded.

Note to self, get stranded from the others MUCH more often.