The Doctor and the Borrower pt. 1
To most borrowers, a villain’s lair is one of the last places they’d want to hide. You’ve decided to take this risk...with consequences that you may and may not have seen coming.
Fandom: Skylanders
Words: 1,457
It’s never easy being a borrower, especially in Skylands. It’s a vast, wonderous realm, but danger lurks around every corner, more so at your size. Vicious monsters are everywhere-often spread by the Dark Portal Master trying to conquer everything, an encounter with a single Chompy could be deadly, and even the most well-meaning, heroic Skylander could accidentally stomp you.
Most borrowers tended to stay in Mabu villages, uninhabited elemental zones, or other places that had some level of safety. You, on the other hand, had settled somewhere far riskier. Somewhere that few monsters dared to venture. Perilous, but well protected by its own fiendish inhabitants. You had made your home in the walls of the infamous Dr. Krankcase’s lair.
The workshop had its own share of dangers. Toxic fumes were everywhere, as were vats and containers of slimy green goo that threatened to overflow. Plus there were plenty of sharp tools, threatening machinery, hulking lumber robots populating the place, and the risk of the “good” doctor finding you. You could only imagine the kinds of experiments he would run on you if he got his hands on you…
That said, it was amazingly easy to adapt. There were lots of wood and metal bits and pieces you could carry to your hideaways. The pantry was well stocked too, and uncontaminated crumbs were everywhere. And if you were lucky, he’d accidentally leave out your favorite snack-pickles! As long as you were careful-and there were no major incidents-you could live out your days comfortably here!
Unfortunately, Dr. Krankcase would eventually learn of his little guest’s escapades. It started with him noticing random bits and bobs going missing. It didn’t concern him too much, given his habit of misplacing things. But then snacks that were left out for later were suddenly missing or half eaten, especially his pickles. He knew for a fact that his Evilikin didn’t eat anything. When Krankcase found itty bitty footprints trailed through a pile of sawdust, he knew he wasn’t dealing with an ordinary rat or Chompy infestation.
Setting up a trap for his little intruder was child’s play for the mad doctor. Rig a cage over a plate with a small pickle on it, pretend to go to bed, then lie in wait. With a bit of patience, he’d have his little intruder in no time. Indeed, you were carefully creeping out of hiding, too peckish to have much caution. The placement was a little suspicious, but the Doctor was asleep by now, right?
You stepped onto the plate, ready to take a big bite of the gherkin sitting in front of you. But the moment you sank your teeth in, a cage dropped on top of you with a deafening CLANG. You froze, frantically looking around, finding no escape. Even if you could slip out, Dr. Krankcase was already scuttling towards you. There wasn’t any hope of outrunning him, even if you weren’t so small.
“Gotcha! Now let’s get a look at you…” Your heart pounded uncontrollably as a gloved hand reached in, grabbing you. You tried to fight, but his grip was impossible to break out of. Krankcase’s intrigued gaze made you feel even smaller than you already were, those large eyes of his narrowing slightly. “Oooh, you’re a little one, aren’t ya! Tell me, how long have you been creeping around my workshop?”
“Urk-! Er…about five months now…?” You said meekly. Your instincts were screaming at you to get out of here, despite your position. And here he sounded as if he was just conversing with an old friend!
“Really now? I’m impressed you’ve survived this long! Sorry to break your streak like that.” Krankcase didn’t sound incredibly sorry about it. He just kept poking all over you, smirking as you squeaked in fright.
“Y-you’re not just going to throw me out, are you…?” That was probably the best thing he could do, as opposed to experimenting on you, or squashing you. To your surprise he shook his head.
“Nah, it’d be a waste to kick out a rare little one like yourself. If anything, you’d be an interesting little pet!” He said, cackling. “I don’t have a proper enclosure for you just yet, but I have somewhere else you can’t escape from.”
Before you could ask, you watched his pink tongue slide along his lips. Dr. Krankcase lifted you over his head and opened wide, warm breath rising up like steam from his maw. You gasped and gripped onto his gloved fingers, frantically kicking your legs. This couldn’t be happening! This had to be a nightmare!
“Wait, no! You don’t have to eat me! I’ll be a good pet!” you cried. Your pleas were ignored as Krankcase lowered your legs into his mouth. His lips closed around your flailing legs, suckling on you and licking along your form. Krankcase smiled around you, humming at your taste. Every passing moment led to you gradually sliding deeper into his mouth. Why was he slurping you in so slowly? Was this his way of making your punishment worse?
Once his lips were around your chest, Dr. Krankcase stopped messing around and slurped you up fully. You grasped onto his tongue, grimacing at the slimy texture. Your grip was short lived, the slippery saliva and movements of the tongue making it nearly impossible to hold on. The cushiony interior of the mad doctor’s mouth absorbed every blow from your kicks and struggles, and each lick helped wear you down further. It didn’t take long at all for all the fight to be drained from you.
The moment you stopped struggling was the moment Dr. Krankcase was done toying with you. He tilted his head back, letting you slide along his tongue towards the back of his mouth. You whimpered, but knew that begging was pointless. Tears ran down your cheeks as your legs slipped down into his throat. A single gulp pulled your lower half into his squishy gullet; one more sent you all the way down.
You mustered up the urge to wriggle as the peristalsis pushed you down Krankcase’s gullet. It was horribly slimy and squishy, not to mention how tightly you were being squeezed. Krankcase pressed against the bulge traveling towards his belly, squishing you further. You cringed at the feeling, hoping it would end.
Your wish was soon granted, though not in the way you would have preferred. You landed within the slimy embrace of the doctor’s stomach. The pink walls gave a light green glow, allowing you to see. Not like there was much to take in…you shuddered, curling up within your fleshy prison. The shock of the situation lingered, and you only snapped back to attention as Krankcase shook you from outside.
“Ahh…there we go, nice and tucked away for the night!” He said, patting his gut. “Aww, there’s no need to shiver! Tell me, what’s it like in there? Dark, slimy?”
“Um…th-the walls are actually glowing a little…” you said softly. You were certain he only meant to mock you, but on the outside he quickly pulled out a notepad and pencil.
“Really now? I never would have imagined!” He remarked, writing that down. “Please, tell me more! It’s not like I’ll ever see the inside of my own stomach!”
As if being a snack wasn’t bad enough, you now felt like a guinea pig as you talked about how warm it was, how balmy and slimy the walls were, etc. You wiped the tears and slime from your eyes, the fear slowly subsiding. At least you weren’t being digested…and the questions did finally stop after a short while.
“Well, I’m beat. Time to take a rest for real!” Krankcase stretched his arms, then glanced at the gherkin left under the cage. No sense in wasting a perfectly good pickle, he thought as he popped it into his mouth, swallowing it whole as well. You yelped as the vegetable landed on your head. Well…at least you got your dinner back.
As Dr. Krankcase headed off to bed, you quietly munched away before the pickle could get too slimy. You prayed that he wouldn’t digest you in your sleep…although being his pet didn’t sound much better. Perhaps you should look at the bright side; at least you’d be fed, and wouldn’t have to fend for yourself. Maybe you’d be spared from experimentation…but probably not from being eaten again.
With your belly full and captor ready to tuck in for the night, you reluctantly settled into the folds of the stomach. Once you got past the slime, it was actually quite soft and plush. The dim glow was almost like a night light. With some reluctance, you closed your eyes, silently worrying about your future as you drifted off…