#vore fic

[bigdaddyguapo]

Just the best-vores-ever

[teal-fiend]

Your life-long nemesis eats you at last. They are ecstatic. They tease you, telling you that you are just their food now. Just a tasty dinner. And that it's crazy how you are in their stomach, you could have died in any other way, but no, you will be digested. By them. They will make sure everyone knows exactly what happened to you. Their stomach will churn you up, you will be pushed through their intestines. No body else will get credit for that.

You will be digested by them for no other reason than the fact that you were their enemy. This is the natural consequence. Being their enemy, this is where you end up. An undignified end, treated as food for their body. Nothing close to being equals.

You feel them patting, rubbing their stomach. Obviously overjoyed. So happy to have finally defeated you. You feel their heart race, quick beating from overhead. Their body ecstatic, their mind and stomach both over excited at the prospect of digesting you.

You hear them say,

Mmmf… God, you're heavy in there…

They brag about winning, but their stomach is gurgling louder now so you cant hear them as easily. You feel them flop down, belly swaying, and you feels hands on the outside of the stomach, rubbing, kneading your form.

They tell you how satisfying that was. A good meal. A bit heavy, but oh, very satiating.

Their breathing slows, they sound a little sleepier now. They thumb at their belly, tracing patterns more gently now, idly, eyes half lidded. The predator suddenly having lost their previous mad energy. They laugh quietly, lick their lips, and yawn

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[marieyoukaibait]

Orca Exhibition - Vore Microfic

(Contents: safe vore, willing vore, second person prey pov, orca monster girl predator, exhibitionism kink in the context of vore)

You're working at a big entertainment place - a mix between an outdoors aquarium and marine zoo, and a theme park. You only have a small job there, nothing fancy - a janitor, maintenance worker, something simple - but it's a nice, cozy, and relatively well-paying job. The park's main exhibitions, or rather, performer, is a massive orca girl who entertains people by doing choreographed swimming, showing off her strength and agility, all while a presenter explains orca history, biology, and such to the crowd. And you happen to have befriended her! It's all going pretty good and relaxed until she starts teasing you about how easy it'd be to eat you, and your reactions give away that maybe you wouldn't really mind that at all........ But she doesn't say anything. Yet.

Then, a couple days later, your boss comes to you with this brand new idea! Apparently, your orca colleague had this brilliant idea for a thrilling, captivating new show that will be sure to give plenty of advertisement! It's a simple act with little expenses, too! She just needs a volunteer to play the part of the...... 'prey', in a live feeding sequence where she'd show off how orcas can so easily swallow even people whole! Oh and, she also mentioned that you've been really wanting to get included in a new performance, so that's the perfect debut for you! And of course, you'll get a bonus for your part...........

....... A few days later, there comes the big show. The seats in front of the big, transparent open enclosure are filled to the brim, some people even standing up, as they all listen intently to the demonstrator explaining orca biology, their diet in the wild, and old stories of sailors getting gobbled up in front of their friends....... All while your friend stares and smirks at you, clearly noticing you fidgeting and blushing already... And then the time comes. You are dropped from a platform directly into the water, and you can hear the gasps and murmurs in the crowd as they get ready to see someone get swallowed alive, for real, right in front of them. Your orca friend makes sure to give them a show before, too! She plays around with you, pulling you underwater (thankfully, you know how to swim and hold your breath), destabilizing you with movements of her tail, even creating a small whirlpool by swimming really fast in loops around you!

And then comes the Big Moment. She stops playing around, and just swims in a slow, deliberate circle around you... Everyone watches in anticipation, and she gives you a wink at an angle where no one can see it... And then... She grabs you. Two big webbed hands, grasping around your body, exhausted from all the swimming, and holding you up in front of the crowd. Slowly, making sure that everyone can really take in the moment, she opens her maw, revealing sharp, white teeth, and her open gullet, leading to an abyss of flesh of muscles... You feel her tongue push itself against you, taking time to get as much flavor as she can as your face is pushed against the slimy, warm muscle. You can't help but let out a little pathetic noise, but thankfully - the crowd is too far away to hear you. You can hear their gasps and whispers, though. They really seem enraptured with the show...

Satisfied with tasting you, your orca friend flips you, front towards the crowd, and lifts you up a little - your feet right above her maw. She smiles widely as she opens up again, and starts to lower you within. You were instructed to struggle, for the show, but even if you weren't so tired from the 'play' before... You know you wouldn't. You look at the crowd and... Oh gosh, they're all watching. Phones are taken out to snap pictures and record every second of what's currently happening, as your face reddens from the feeling of muscles pulling on your legs, drawing you deeper and deeper, and the fact that an entire crowd is watching as you pathetically attempt to squirm and hide your dumb, enthusiastic smile and little moans. It's not like you can protest, you did sign up for this, and... And...

You really want this. To be eaten by your friend, in front of everyone. To play the role of prey, of a victim, of just food. To know that this is how people are seeing you - yes, you are a person, yes, you are a performer in this show... But in this moment, to the entire world, you are an orca's meal... And you know some people are noticing how much you're enjoying this.

You feel your friend's tongue wrap around you once more, and drag you deeper. She shifts as your head slides halfway past her teeth, giving the crowd a full view of your face at the threshold of her jaw... She pauses, letting everyone hold their breath as they stare directly at you, phones and cameras recording you... And then...

GULP.

With just one strong, powerful swallow, your entire body is dragged down, deeper and deeper within her. Into her depths. It's so much faster than you'd have expected -- she clearly was holding herself back. Those muscles expertly drag you down towards her stomach - there is no doubt about it, her body was made to devour prey - prey like you.

As you enter her stomach, breathing its thick air, feeling the muscles all around you tighten a little as they sense a new arrival, you hear the muffled roar and applause of the crowd outside. You can't see it, of course, but your orca friend has given them a really good view of her empty maw, proving that yes, indeed, they just witnessed someone being devoured alive right in front of their eyes! What an exciting and amazing experience!

The main announcer reassures everyone that this is all legal and safe, of course, and you were a fully willing volunteer for everything that just happened. You can't hear her voice, separated by muscle, flesh, fat, and water, but you can hear and feel the purrs of contentment from your friend as she slowly strokes her belly, the weight of her hand adding to the pressure of her stomachs as you let out more of your pathetic little moans and whimpers... Now only for you and her to hear. She tunes out the usual speech about conservation efforts and the importance of living in peaceful coexistence with predator species as she just focuses on you, now - no longer an item to show to the crowd, but hers to enjoy. All hers.

The show is a success! When you eventually come out, you'll be praised by everyone, and informed that there's already hundreds of thousands of views on some of those videos and pictures, and better yet, you've even made it into the news! The park has received unanimously great reviews and praise for an exciting, thrilling show that allows people to observe a great predator at work in a safe area! There's even praise for your performance in particular!

"Wow, I can't believe they got a volunteer for that! She must be really brave!" "I bet she got paid a lot to do that" "Her performance was amazing, too! The orca was great, but she really played the role of helpless victim well!" "Didn't she look like she was a little too into it..?"

Your boss praises you, and even decides to double your promised bonus - the show is sure to advertise the park and bring in a lot of people for this and the next season! And of course, if you'd like, they could also put on the show again... Tickets are sure to be sold very, very fast, after how popular today's performance was. You blush and reply with a noncomittal 'maybe' as you look over to your orca friend, staring at you the whole time, and giving you a knowing smirk.

... You have a pretty good job.

[interesting-choices-one-makes]

belly pet: Your dom puts something (someone) in your belly and you don’t know how to feel about it.

(observer x unwilling-to-willing pred x unwilling prey)

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Your dom puts something in your belly and you don’t know how to feel about it.

He knows about your belly kink, and how you’re really into stomach noises, bloating up your belly is often part of your play. So you don’t think anything of it when he tells you to chug a few cans of sparkling water while he gets it ready.

You don’t question what ‘it’ is, and soon your stomach is feeling really full and fizzy.

He tells you to swallow anytime your body tries to burp so all the bubbles can only pop inside and all air stays down. It makes your tummy huge.

He ties your arms behind the chair and you look down at your belly in this position. It looks rounder and feels really tight, the occasional rumble as all the carbonation settles.

You’re distracted by it when he grabs your head and starts pouring something down your throat.

Swallowing reflexively so you don’t spill or choke, it takes a moment before you realize there’s something in the huge glass you’re gulping from. Someone.

Before you can stop or spit it out, the tiny body is flooded along with all the rest of the water into your mouth. It scrambles across your tongue, fighting it. You fight it. Your dom puts a hand over your full mouth and the slippery wriggling glnks down your throat anyway.

There’s a hard ache as it stretches on its way down through your chest, and an obscene gurgle as it squeezes into your bloated stomach.

Your belly swells, you gasp and squirm, heart pounding. Oh my god, you never talked about this, what did he just do?!

The tiny in your stomach suddenly doesn’t feel all that tiny, kicking and pushing, bulging your gut enough to be visible.

Your dom looks pleased, and pats your potbelly.

There’s already so much liquid inside your swollen stomach that every movement stirs up more sloshing. Not only are you still writhing in discomfort at the huge amount inside, trying to adjust to the feeling, there’s also the sensation of struggling from within.

The tiny is thrashing, probably trying to keep their little head above the lake of liquid you drank. If it’s sloshing that loudly there should be enough space from all the air you swallowed, but it feels like it barely fits. It’s probably terrifying for the poor thing, stuck, in hot, dark, constant loud ominous grumbling. You can’t help thinking that it’s probably in pain too, fizzy drinks and stomach acid soaking into it’s skin. Your stomach groans, starting to warm up to the process of digesting it’s aggressive and active meal.

Your dom rubs your belly, grinning at the loud glorps and gurgles it makes beneath his touch. You stop struggling and relax with a deep sigh.

It really shouldn’t feel so good. There’s someone in your belly, they’re probably so so scared, squirming and thumping against the inner organ walls. Ugh, you can feel them kicking up a storm, your stomach keeps convulsing and squeezing at them in return. You feel really full, and the sight of your belly jerking a little with each loud slosh makes you feel unbelievably satisfied.

You scold your dom as he unties you, frustrated that it’s over so soon, frustrated that he didn’t warn you.

He laughs and says it’s okay, the little thing is already digesting so it’ll be like nothing happened. He rubs your swollen belly and informs you that he knows where to get more, when you’re hungry for another.

Your belly rumbles.

You can feel the struggling and thrashing slow, and then stop as the tiny gets tired. Your stomach feels so heavy and sluggish. It feels amazing, but is also making you really sleepy. So you reason you can argue with him more later, and slump on the couch to nurse your bloated stomach.

There’s a loud slosh and a flurry of movement as your stomach settles again, maybe the tiny is still kicking.

Huh. You rub your belly and see the little bump of an elbow or knee as the tiny reorients itself. Your dom seems surprised, he didn’t think it’d last so long…

Your dom makes it up to you by ordering your favorite takeout, and putting on your favorite television show. He rubs your belly and feeds you, stuffs you, and it feels so good.

Distantly, you do feel guilty. The tiny in your stomach is now packed in with so much food, it’s probably so squashed snd uncomfortable. If it feels tight to you, the tiny has to be suffocating.

Your dom clears the takeout clutter and gets you another sparkling water. You consider it, your belly already feels so heavy and full, and it’s already spilling out of your shirt. But you want to see you big you can get. The swallows feel hard, and your stomach stretches further to accommodate everything inside.

After a moment of dull sloshing, there’s a loud glunk and an unmistakable bulge at the top of your belly as the tiny inside squirms.

Oh, your dom looks nervous, it shouldn’t still be moving…

Now, no matter how much you eat or drink, how long is your belly going to be full of something alive?

[backupaccount-1]

T/enna x Reader

A safe/soft vore fanfiction. Willing prey and pred. Around 2.200 words.

Reuploaded from my previous Account

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You bounced up and down on your spot, sitting on a table in one of the backstage rooms. You were surrounded by various cleaning supplies, plastic bottles, creams, everything a TV could desire to stay fresh and sparkling.

After a few more minutes or so, the door to the room suddenly opened and a familiar, tall, TV-headed figure stepped into the room. He had a tired expression on his face, but it quickly brightened as he spotted you sitting there, waiting for him.

"There you are, sweetheart. Got done a little earlier than I was expecting. You been waiting long?” His voice was smooth as Butter, despite the TV static noises. He was clearly delighted to see you. Still there. Still by his side.

He walked over to you and gently ruffled your hair, a small smile on his face as he looked down at you. Despite being a bit worn out from the show he just did, he still had enough energy left to dote and fuss over you.

"Were you good while I was gone? You stayed put like a good, little Star, didn't ya?” He sat down next to your tiny form, even without eyes you could tell that his gaze softened as he looked over you. He was slightly tired-looking, the weariness visible in the easily missable lines around his nose, but he was still determined to give you his usual affection, despite the exhaustion...

"You haven't been getting into any sort of trouble, have you, Sweetheart? No injuries or anything?" T/enna’s voice was soft and if you paid close attention, even a little anxious as He gently ran a hand over your head, his fingers carefully and gently running through your hair in a way that made it obvious He was afraid of harming you.

You were his precious Star, After all! If anything happened to you–

His antennae twitched slightly, his expression freezing for just a moment.

You chuckled and tried to shoo his large hand away, which was anything but easy, seeing as that your entire body fit into the palm of his hand. “No, of course not!” You exclaimed, visibly struggling to keep his fingers at bay.

The voice of his small companion shook T/enna back to reality. He chuckled softly as you tried to brush his hand off, amused by your attempts to get him to stop. He was still determined to dote on you, however, and ruffled your hair once more.

"Oh, good... I worry about you, sweetheart. You're just so... delicate, after all. Can't have you getting hurt or injured in any way, no, no, no…” He murmured the last part more to himself.

You sigh and roll your eyes. Really, sometimes his overbearing nature Was just a tad too much, among his insistence to shout a lot. But despite that, the TV Man could be very quiet and soft spoken if He wanted to.

“T/enna, I told you, I'm fine! Come on,” you insist srubbornly. It was the truth and nothing but the truth, After all.

T/enna huffed sulkily as you told him you were fine, not at all liking the idea of you trying to brush off his concern. You could tell He was frowning down at you, despite not having any eyes. His hand continued stroking your hair, his grip slightly tighter this time as he spoke.

"You say that every time, sweetheart, and every single time, I can't help but worry. You're just so small and fragile... even if you *are* fine, I still worry. You're mine, remember? I have a responsibility to *protect* you…” He reminded you, sternly and firmly as if He were talking to a naughty child.

“Yeah? Does it say you gotta take care of your employee in my contract?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.

The larger man sweat a little, his expression growing a bit flustered, his Former grumpy aura vanishing into thin air. The contract, yes… The contract. Just a very convenient excuse to keep you bound to him. He cleared his throat and tugged on his tie.

"Ah, Well… It… It Doesn't *say* it in the contract, but…” he hesitated, not entirely sure if He should be honest or not. After another moment, He decided to put his cards on the table. It wasn't like you could leave him After knowing the truth, anyway.

“But I don't need a contract to remind me to protect you. You're *mine.* You're *my* responsibility. *My* little star. *My* little darling. *I* am the one who takes care of you, and no one else,” he replied, his voice firm as stone again, clear in his intentions.

You roll your eyes and chuckle a bit. He was always a little dramatic in his declarations, but that was, at least partially, what drew you to him. It was charming, in a way, though the intense stare the TV head was giving you was just slightly unnerving.

“Yeah, Yeah… Don't you have a Show to return to?” you ask casually, trying to ignore that nagging feeling.

T/enna grumbled under his breath as you brought up the show, clearly not very happy about the reminder. His grip on you tightened even more, almost as if he was reluctant to release you.

"I..... I *do* have a show to return to, yes... but... I just... I don't want to let go of you, sweetheart... I want to hold you close to me for a little while longer,” He leaned down and rested his face against the top of your head. He held you so close to him that he almost felt like he was trying to merge the two of you together. You could feel the TV static tickling your skin, your face embraced by his White glow.

"Just a few more minutes, sweetheart... just a few more minutes with you, then I'll go back out for the show, okay...? Just a few more minutes…” T/enna said, almost whining, as if He was a dog not wanting their owner to leave.

“You know... You could take me with you... In there,” you told him, pointing to his abdomen. You two had done this a few times before but he had never taken you with him on a Show.

He let out a soft, amused huff, clearly not at all expecting you to be so upfront. He chuckled softly as he tilted his head down at you, his expression softening slightly.

"... You want to come with me...?" He seemed a little taken aback by your suggestion, but that quickly started to fade as a smirk spread across his face.

He hoisted you up into the air, his large hands holding tightly onto you and keeping you perfectly stable above his head. His smirk only widened further as he held you up like that, his gaze almost manic with excitement at the thought of bringing you along with him to the next Performance.

"Ohhhohoo, how *lovely* of an idea! You'll get to sit all nice and cozy inside me while I perform! Doesn't that sound just wonderful, sweetheart?” He seemed overjoyed by the offer, clearly more than willing to oblige.

T/enna chuckled softly to himself as he held you there, clearly already getting excited at the thought of having you nestled away inside his core, perfectly safe from harm and all to himself. He gently lowered you back down to his head and nuzzled his face against you, his smirk ever growing.

"Ohhh, I can already imagine it, sweetheart... Me up on the stage, going through the show as normal, with you all snuggled up inside my core, safe and sound... all mine,” he said dreamily, as if He could see the scene happening right now, before his very eyes.

An affectionate expression passed over his face as he continued nuzzling against you.

"You're going to be all nice and warm in there, aren't you, my darling...? My little star, all wrapped up inside me...Safe. Where you belong. All mine… All mine… mmmh…” his voice had grown softer and It was clear He was on cloud 9, his head swimming in delight.

He opened his mouth wide, his razor-sharp teeth flashing in the light as he held you over his open maw, a low, excited rumble starting to rise in his throat.

"Come on in, sweetheart," He purred, his voice low and inviting as he gently lowered you towards his open mouth.

You found yourself being slowly lowered down into the dark depths of his open maw, the inside of his mouth smooth and warm as you were slowly pushed further down into his throat. The walls of his throat pressed against you as you were pushed further down, the walls shifting and tightening around you as he continued to swallow, his movements slow and controlled. It was like being in a tight, yet strangely comfortable, tube.

His swallows were slow, deliberate, each contraction of his throat working to push you further down into his body until you finally reached his core. His stomach was warm and padded with soft cushions. Once you were completely inside, he let out a low, satisfied sigh, the deep thrum of his inner mechanics adding a soothing vibration to the already cozy environment.

Even the sounds of the outside world were muffled and distant, the bubble of his core acting like a sanctuary. You were completely sealed inside him now, safely and securely tucked away. Your tiny form was cozy and snuggly hidden away and you sigh, content and happy.

T/enna laid a hand on his abdomen, gently rubbing his belly as he let out another satisfied sigh, his body slumped in his chair, his head laid back as he reveled in the feel of you tucked safely inside of him. He could feel your every breath, could feel the wriggling of your body as you shifted, could feel your every heartbeat, and all of it made him feel utterly ecstatic.

"There you are, sweetheart… there you are… all nice and safe and cozy in my core, right where you belong....” he murmured softly, his antennae attuned to your every movement, making sure you were comfy and cozy inside.

He chuckled softly as he looked down at his distended abdomen, one hand gently running over the slight bulge that you were causing within it. He gently pressed down against the bulge, a soft gasp escaping him as he felt you shift slightly inside. His eyes were wide as he gently touched the distended bulge, almost entranced by the sight of you being so completely and utterly his.

"Ohhhh, look at this… Haha, oh, you are perfect, my little Star…” he continued to fawn over the fact He got you all to himself again.

Slowly rising to his feet, He stood in front of the mirror, his eyes immediately roaming over his appearance. He turned and twisted, examining his midsection, his eyes locked on the subtle bulge that you were causing. He gently prodded the bulge with a finger, a hint of satisfaction crossing his face as he felt you shift inside him, the sight of the small distension something that he actually found incredibly pleasing.

In his eyes, the small bulge that he was now sporting was a mark of ownership, a physical indicator that he had claimed you and that you were all his. His alone.

He continued to run a hand over the bulge, his fingers gently tracing the outline of the shape that you were making in his midsection. Despite the fact that the bulge wasn't exactly that noticeable, he couldn't help but feel incredibly proud at the fact that you were making his abdomen look like this, a sense of pride and possessive desire coursing through him as his hand continued to gently trace the outline of his belly.

It was nice and warm inside him, the heat coming off the metal walls around you, the soft cushions that were plastered all over… you couldn't help but sink into them and close your eyes.

There was a slight tremble running through the Chamber and T/enna tensed as he felt a small, unexpected burping sensation, quickly placing a hand over his mouth to try and suppress a small belch that had been pushed up by your shifting. He felt his face heat up with embarrassment, his expression sheepish as he looked down at his distended midsection.

"Oh, haha... whoops... that was... that was a little, ah... a little embarrassing..." He couldn't help but chuckle slightly, his voice sheepish as he placed his free hand back on the bulge.

There was no way you could hold back a giggle of your own. Too bad you couldn't See his face or you would be laughing even more from how Red He was turning.

“Excuse me, my little Star. I guess my ol’ stomach has to get used to you again, eh? Hehe,” T/enna said, somewhat nervously.

After you managed to calm yourself, you speak up, “You ready for the Show?” you ask.

He gave a small huff, his cheeks still slightly red. “Yes, of course I'm ready. And with you literally tucked away safe and sound inside me, how could I not be?"

He chuckled softly before patting his midsection gently. "Just make sure you stay nice and still inside there, sweetheart. I have a show to do, after all.”

You roll your eyes again. As if someone would notice, Anyway. “Alright, alright,” you Concede, trying to stay put as best you could (haha, rhyme).

T/enna straightened up and gave himself one last once over in the mirror, making sure there was no other visible evidence of you being inside him. The slight bulge was still there, but it could easily be mistaken as just a bit of extra mass or weight if you didn't look closely.

"Perfect. Now, let's not leave the audience waiting, shall we?"

With determined steps, He headed in the direction of the stage, ready to put on the best performance that he possibly could, all while knowing that he had a secret passenger tucked away in his core…

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hhhhhhhhhhhey guys how've you beennnnnnnn. is. is anyone still here. do people still go here-

I uh. I finally wrote (and FINISHED) something I'm willing to share !! it's H/ollow K/night, it's a vampire au, it's got T/iso and H/ive K/night, it's got fluff and silliness, it's 6k words, I worked hard on it and I'd be really grateful if anyone wants to give it a read :> the rest of the commentary is in the fic tags and author's notes lmao I'm not writing all that out again-

oh yeah and I'm not posting my fics directly to tumblr anymore, that's a thing. I've honestly been meaning to do this since I got my ao3 all set up in the first place but I just. haven't,,,,,, been posting any full-fledged fics since then?;; but yeah the plan now is to just post them on ao3 and then link here. if that causes issues for anyone for whatever reason lmk. you can still comment via replies or reblogs to this post or asks to my blog, if that's what you prefer

apologies for my absence but also 1. college, and 2. I do what I want

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usual DNI, it's in my pinned post, whatever whatever I'm not as much of a hardass about it as I used to be but it's there

[livesinastomach]

The Dragongirl Next Door (Vore Story)

Important Notes: longterm endo, demi dragon pred, princess prey, oral vore, same size, dubious consent, sadistic predator

This is the first vore story I wrote and I still think it holds up. Posting it here because it's the first in a series, and I want to eventually post all of them! I started writing because I wanted to see more of the things I liked. Simple as that!

“So you're saying that the princess is ... in your stomach?” “Yes, bravo, does someone want a gold star?” Calypso sneered, one hand rubbing down the side of her stomach through her cardigan. “What I want is an explanation—what exactly was this deal?” Calypso had a thin smile on her lips. “The deal was simple: So long as the princess remains inside my stomach, I am forbidden from terrorizing her kingdom. She's guaranteed to be in there for ten years—after that, we'll see if another deal needs to be made or not.”

(You can read it on AO3 or Eka's. Story preview beyond:)

Marie hesitated slightly, her closed fist hovering over the door. Was this such a good idea? She wasn't particularly known for her extroversion—but moving into a new city all the way across the country meant breaking down walls and getting out of her comfort zone. She took a deep breath, brushed her brown hair out of her eyes, and…

Knock, knock.

Instantly she regretted it! But it was too late now. All she could do was hope no one was home.

“Coming!” A voice sounded behind the door. It was female sounding; low, dark, but friendly. With a loud creak, the tall wooden door swung open on its hinges and revealed the resident of the apartment.

The dragongirl next door.

The first thing Marie noticed was that she was huge! Easily two heads taller than she was. If she had to guess, she'd say seven feet. And, well, she was part dragon! Marie had no idea this apartment complex housed monsters, and honestly, she was unsure if that would have affected her decision to live here had she known earlier.

The dragongirl was dressed more urban than Marie expected. Denim jeans that hugged her... ample curves, and a cream-colored cardigan that hung over her... substantial stomach. She was a big woman in more than one respect, no doubt about that, with plump looking thighs and a more-than-modest bosom. It was clear she liked to eat, but Marie didn't want to consider whether humans like her were included in that diet. Her form was decidedly more human than dragon, with pale red skin and some darker scales scattered intermittently on her face and her arms. She had long, curvy horns jetting out from her head, horns as black as the hair flowing down to her waist. Marie could see two leathery wings folded behind the dragongirl's back—and to tie the whole look together, a long serpentine tail that curled up in the air.

The two women locked eyes, Marie having to crane her neck upwards uncomfortably. The dragongirl's yellow eyes squinted, her black pupils thin like a cat's, and she spoke. 

“How may I help you?” Her voice was less welcoming now. It sounded annoyed—like the discovery of a human being the one knocking at the door instantly tanked her mood.

“Um…” Marie stammered, the words becoming stuck in her throat. “I just moved into the apartment right next door. Number 206? I'm, um, I'm your neighbor, so I figured I would introduce myself…”

The dragongirl huffed and rested her sharp-nailed hands on her hips. 

“My... my name's Marie.”

The poor, small, fragile human cowered beneath the dragongirl, who squinted her eyes and leaned over, preparing to scream, or breathe fire, or swallow Marie whole, or all of the above—but instead she threw her head back and laughed.

“Ahahaha! Oh my goodness, you should have seen the look on your face!” The dragongirl bellowed, while leaning against the door frame and gesturing behind her.

“Well, I saw the look on your face. It was hilarious. Don't worry, don't worry—I'm not gonna hurt you. Come inside, I'll make some tea, we can have a nice neighborly chat.”

She turned around, taking a couple steps inside, before looking over her shoulder to glance at the white-faced Marie, whose feet were still glued to the ground. The dragon parted her lips and puffed out a small cloud of black smoke and embers, and her eyes gleamed mischievously. “Right, neighbor?~”

“... Right.” Marie gulped nervously and stepped into the apartment as well, right behind the dragongirl's swishing tail and swaying hips. What was she getting herself into...?

“Make yourself at home.” The dragon gestured towards the large red couch in the center of the apartment. It sat in front of an equally large flat screen TV, and was surrounded by what could only be described as an art gallery. The dragon clearly had money to spend, there were paintings hanging on the walls everywhere—from renaissance to abstractionist—sculptures hanging out in the corners, decorative vases resting on wall-mounted shelves... and that was only the living room. There were bookshelves stretching from floor to ceiling, packed with items ranging from cheesy modern romance novels to ancient tomes that looked like they would collapse into a pile of dust if Marie looked at them the wrong way. Her mouth was hung half open in awe—what sorts of knowledge could be found here?

But she shook her head and did as she was so gently commanded. She sat on the couch, her petite form sinking into the red cushion. Amazingly comfortable… and it probably cost a small fortune. She glanced over to see the dragongirl in the kitchen, separated by a half-wall and connected to the living room, and she was indeed heating up a kettle for what could only be the promised tea, which could only mean the “nice, neighborly chat” was soon to follow.

“Fun fact: I've got a deal with the landlord, I own the apartment right next to this one. The one to the left, so not yours. Obviously…”

The dragon grinned, holding mugs of hot tea in each hand as she waddled over to the couch, her prominent stomach jiggling slightly, and it bounced one final time as the dragon plopped herself into the couch right next to Marie. The human crossed her legs awkwardly, not able to match the sheer level of sociability that the dragongirl was displaying.

“And I paid to have a doorway installed between the two. Double the space!” She was still smiling as she handed Marie her mug, and the human accepted it wordlessly. She didn't want to bring up the fact that she wasn't even asked what kind of tea she wanted—but even if she disliked the flavor, she'd want to drink the whole thing to be polite.

“Oh! But look at me giving you my whole life story and I haven't even told you my name.” The dragon sounded sincere, and she took a small sip from her mug before she continued. “Well, my given name is impossible to pronounce with your human vocal cords—but my friends like to call me Calypso.”

Marie paused, holding her mug in between both hands. “Calypso?”

“That's what I said, yes.”

“Like from the Odyssey? Calypso, the nymph who imprisons the Greek hero Odysseus on her island for seven years?” Marie said nearly on instinct, but right after she was finished she shut her mouth—worried she was stepping over some kind of boundary.

But Calypso just laughed again, and Marie was close enough to see rows of sharp white teeth beyond the dragon's lips, and the blue flesh inside of her mouth. “You're a smart one! I'm not the Calypso, I'm not that old—” she chuckled at her own joke. “It's just a nickname between friends. But I'm really quite impressed.”

Marie heaved a sigh of relief. She hadn't angered her neighbor, at least not yet. “Yes, well... I am a student, over at The Queen's University.” She replied.

“That explains it. College town and all. But students usually have their own dorms, no? Why aren't you living there?” Calypso took a sip of her tea, eyeing down the human with her yellow eyes. Her tone was tiptoeing the line between “neighborly chat” and interrogation.

“This apartment complex is ... full of people much older than you. In fact, you're the only human here.” Calypso said.

Marie fidgeted in her seat, feeling like she had to go on the defensive. “I got a scholarship. Enough money to rent a room in a complex like this. Those student dorms, they're... less than ideal. Not something I wanted.”

Calypso stayed silent, letting the tension build in the air, letting Marie's heart beat faster... before she broke out into a toothy grin. “A scholarship? You are smart, huh? Heehee!~” She giggled, taking another sip of her tea before nudging the human next to her with her shoulder.

“Better drink up. It's gonna get cold, you know.”

“... Right.” Poor Marie kept getting tonal whiplash. Was this dragon her friend or not? She took a tentative sip of her tea, and she couldn't quite tell what flavor it was. 

“It's not poison. It's just an herb from where I come from. The name—”

“Let me guess, my human vocal cords can't pronounce it?”

Calypso squinted her cat-like eyes again, and she grinned. “You're quick on your feet. I like you already, Marie. Much more interesting of a character than the girl who lived in your room before.”

“Wha—Huh? Who lived in my room before?”

“Never mind that. Maybe you'll find out when you're older.” Calypso grinned yet again, showing her teeth. She definitely planted that seed in Marie's mind and purposefully neglected to water it just to toy with her.

Marie frowned and took another sip. The flavor was interesting, but not horrible. But she wasn’t thinking about the tea; her mind was swarming with approximately thirty questions, more than half of them involving this mysterious dragongirl. 

Some time passed before Calypso spoke again. “Well ... if you don't have any objections, I'd love to talk more about my favorite subject—that being me, of course.” Calypso set her now empty mug onto a nearby table.

“Um, no objections here. I mean, we're neighbors, right? We can get to know each other.” Marie offered up a shy smile.

“A lovely attitude!~ Let's see, where to begin?” Calypso rested a single finger against her lips, humming aloud. “Well... there are all these stereotypes about dragons, you know? We have to have a huge hoard of gold, we have to kidnap princesses... I'd say I was brave enough to go against the social norm, buuuut I just went ahead and fulfilled all those stereotypes anyway.”

(You can read the full thing on AO3 or Eka's!)