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Had one of my irl moots follow this account some bit ago and I freaked out

Chapter 1 redo

Authors note: there are minor changes to plot but the over-arching plot is identical to the original; there is a lot more content of higher quality and it’s not as jumpy too. So that you’re aware, these are more ‘public drafts’, this one being the v2, and I will keep updating them until the finalised versions.

Self critique: as of this version, there are still issues: pacing and excess of ‘telling’. There are interesting concepts in there but executing them is something that I’m unsure of how to do. I hope you still enjoy it.

Status: WIP v2

Word count: 4,000-4,500

Tags: sfw vore, Safe vore, soft vore, sfw g/t, angst, fearplay, not fanfiction, etc.

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Amongst the busy streets of the local market lay a trio, comprised of mostly delinquents, conceive of a simple idea. This idea, stupidity far from invisible, would dictate their lives in unexpected ways. This idea involved travelling to the statue and pretend to be eaten alive whilst taking some form of picture. The sole conscientious and responsible one, Sarah, saw through this as that particular statue was shrouded in legend; meaning it could not end up being pretend. Unable to hide her worries, attempts to inform those delinquents of that risk they instantly dismiss it as some form of heresy whilst being aware of just how real that threat is. Knowing, yet again, that despite their rabid impulsiveness that once they have made that decision would be final, so helping them could be the only option that’d be anywhere near responsible. The following conversation is how those initial events unfold:

Billy: *unveiling a photo of the statue. Followed by immediate nudging then later bumping the Floyd’s shoulder* enthusiastically “Ay! You know what would be a great idea? Climbing into that things’ mouth and pretending to be eaten alive! It would be so fun!”

Floyd: also enthusiastically “Yeah! I love that idea, it would make such a good photograph.”

Sarah: disappointment with a drop of frustration utters “you know you both are going to get yourselves killed if you keep doing those STUPID things!” With concern “what if it…wakes up?! You know those legends.”

Billy: empathetically “eh, I don’t that’s likely. The statue hasn’t moved in millennia” // Floyd: attempting to be empathetic but is dismissive “what do you mean wake up? That thing hasn’t moved THOUSANDS of years.”

*Sarah and Billy stare judgementally at Floyd. Sarah realises and facepalms*

With that decided, they head home and fill the time between now and tomorrow with either reasonable or unreasonable options given the circumstances. Though Floyd didn’t actually head home and following with Sarah to her house, they more concretely decided what would be necessary for the adventure and had a few a drinks as a pre-journey adventure morale boost. Then to sleep as they were going to get the equipment tomorrow.

From previous experiences, it was clear that no matter how hard she tried it to prevent them doing something stupid wouldn’t work so knowing that there was no stopping them she packs everything that they could possibly need, from their house: one set of hunting gear, three basic water filters with three bottles, two sets of climbing gear, navigation set whatever else she thought of that could be important. Promptly notifies her father but doesn’t with boys parents , as there was no point worrying them more then they already are, about the supposedly quick journey. That conversation included all the risks and the whole plan of pretending to be eaten by the statue, jokingly talking how about it could actually happen though they both dismiss that absurd idea. The father acknowledges their daughter’s notice, and with a somber tone in voice he utters “you really are the only person keeping those boys alive, aren’t you?” And dismisses her. The journey should take around two days on foot, it takes 3 days.

Full, they leave the town gates, check the map and head out. As nothing eventful happens the first they end set up camp far enough in the woods that any passer-by’s can barely seen cite and a poor sleep. Waking up and tired and grouchy, they proceed much more slower as it filled with meaningless arguments and fights that Floyd has to keep breaking up as they seem to be the only one who acts mature with poor sleep. Although Sarah is much more experienced in hunting Floyd catches more as her irritatability means that her prey runs before she get a shot off. Floyd ended just ominously walked towards them until they were to exhausted to keep going and somehow didn’t lose em. Billy tried chasing them but as literally everything was faster he failed spectacularly. As a bountiful amount of food was caught, they put any that was either to much to carry or saved for later. With the day coming to a close , they chomped and cooked the deer into suitable portions after setting camp for the night once again. Once it had gone down they had some sleep to prepare for the next day of travelling and hopefully their arrival. With some alright sleep, good enough for no arguments, they sped towards the statue and with it coming into view they plan and unintentionally dismiss that plan.

Sarah gives two thirds of the remaining food and water to the others, she attempts to confirm that they’ll be fine without and they return with half-assed dismissal and excited confidence. As this was going to be the last they were to see one another she reassessed her previous thoughts on whether or not it was actually a statue, she remembers that the longest case of petrification was a day under 20 years and using her knowledge as a volunteer vet for the townsfolk, she made an educated guess that with similar potency the longest it could be is 400 years. As shere was no recorded movement in over 2000years, she deemed the legends as just legends, believing it was a sense of anxiety. She returns home in just under 2 days, as she skipped sleep to get home faster.

During that time, Billy and Floyd also convinced that the statue wouldn’t wake up began to climb the giant. Steadily, they gain towards their aim; it’s mouth. Throughout the short climb they discuss how best to make it interesting, they consider some sense of melancholy, potientially a scent of primal fear. Ultimately however, they push the excitement to when they get there. When they do, they both take a little bit of time to cook the food, a nice squirrel kebab, and rest the night atop the stone tongue of the giant. Once day breaks, well rested and energised they begin to experiment with what would work best. Depending on what the reader, you, likes what happens next could be considered a terrible or a relaxing experience, the stone begins to crack as the petrification spell begins to wear off. It starts slowly, not even noticed by the boys messing around in its mouth, then begins to accelerate. The boys realised they were no legends and that were would experience it first hand, as the mouth turns from stone to a wet soft flesh. In a panic, unsure what to do takes a picture of his panicking brother inside. The giant feeling something stuck in his mouth begins to swallow, as the muscles of the gargantuan oesphagus pulled Floyd down to the stomach, Floyd fights back desperately hoping this is just a nightmare. As the giant wakes up, with his throat clear, he sees a freightened and frozen Billy. Oblivious to what he just swallowed, he attempts to calm the little thing, by focusing on how he means no harm then rather what he just did. For seconds but what feel like minutes, Billy stares the now closed mouth and begins to tear up believing he just lost one of the few people who really mattered. The giant still oblivious, continues to try and comfort the tiny.

Floyd still hyperventilating and scared tries and fails to calm himself, as even if he won’t die a likely slow, horrible and painful death he is imprisoned in the belly of a giant, far from any place that any rational person would want to be. His minds starts to race on what could happen; If I don’t get digested then how am I going to leave? Am I going to pooped out!? I’m not getting pooped out, THAT IS NOT HAPPENING. With the lack of any control on what the outcome could be and knowing he’ll at least live he calms down and, hell that’s going to be one crazy story to tell. Grounding himself, he can’t help but spot the odd serenity that this place has: darkness, silky soft walls, warmth and ambiance. Once learning that this day wasn’t going to be his last and finally being calm after what feels like an hour; he decides to have a nap hoping that it was just a dream. Suprisingly, he falls asleep far faster than he ever had before and as he fades to sleep; he thought that this is quite nice but dismisses as it is quite absurd.

Whilst this happens, his brother Billy, still in distress and disbelief, is soothed by the giant — who is also panicking, though hiding it. As the giant is the most calm he tries to calm the tiny but to no avail; as they have just seen one of there closest friends disappear into the giants gullet. He screams. Billy, with as much effort as he can muster, tries to notify — and while ugly crying and trying to suppress the urge to just scream — the giant that he just ate his friend and brother and to please spit him out. The giant whilst desperately trying to soothe a tiny, who clearly needs it, over hears their pleas; realises that was the thing that he just swallowed when he woke up. Understanding the situation, asks to clarify something that if they knew who he was that they would know that he should be fine. An extremely confused Billy responds to these bizarre questions, realising throughout that conversation that Floyd will be fine. With that cleared up and getting so confused that he ended up being grounded, they decide how to go from here.

In the meantime, Sarah — unaware of what transpired — does her usual monthly routine of purchasing some textiles for her friends fashion designs in their sketchbook and for voodoo dolls. Nothing else of note happens from Sarah’s perspective as of yet. And Floyd remains asleep.

On they way to the town, to get their help, they have a friendly chat about their life, names and anatomy as Floyd would likely be interested as he was known to be nerdy and reckless, especially about the things that he got nerdy about, though they only tend last for maybe a couple month at most and change all the time. They learn that his name is Gondor and that he has two stomachs: the first of which doesn’t kill the things but instead heals them of most illnesses, the second will kill you as that is the one that does the digestion. How he found that out was never elaborated on and when it asked he turned his head away and didn’t talk until the conversation turned to something. Due to the giants sheer size they were able to cover the distance that took them multiple days to travel in a mere hours, and once the tiny noticed that they were close enough he told Gondor to stop and lower him to the ground. With the tiny being that’s now walking he notices just much more slow he is, it takes half an hour to reach town.

Hearing the gate bell ring, Sarah heads to the gates to investigate as the only who are known to be outside the gates were them, they meet near the gate toll booth. With the two together, Billy informs them of the matter. It goes as follows;

Billy crying and with a crackly voice: “I don’t know how to say this, but whatever you do, don’t panic. We have a lot more time than you might think.”

Sarah stirn yet distressed: “where is your brother?”

Billy barely believing it himself utters: “he... uhhh… got swallowed by the giant statue”

Sarah sternly: “bullshit. Where is he?” // Billy: “…”// Sarah experiencing a flurry of emotions: “wait what? ITS ALIVE?! FUCK! Is he dead?”

With the news delivered Billy tries to tell Sarah the rest while keeping her calm. Shocked, she tries to understand how Billy is this calm after seeing his brother get eaten ALIVE and the prospect of a fate worse then death, he can’t make sense of it either when he tries to recall what happened. Trying to recall what happened lead to have him a panic attack as he begun to relive that experience, she desperately tries to calm him as she feels immense guilt for feeling that she caused this, and not just the panic attack but the whole charade. As it is clear that he got fucked up by that she recommends a good therapist to help with combating the trauma, he refuses outright.

As time passes the two calm and head to her father, the mayor, for help on the current situation. Once the get to the mayor and barge into his meeting room — as he wasn’t in his office — he initially goes to dismiss them but sees the distress and horror in their faces and proceeds to dismiss everyone but them. Concerned, sternly tries to get whatever the cause of their distress is and with the nature of the situation he is stunned. Once the initial shock passes he orders some local officers to help investigate the matter and get better grasp of how to handle it.

On the way to the giant, they fill in the officers with the same information that they told her father, immediately proceeded by an awkward silence which followed them until the reached their destination. When they reach him, the enormity apparent as clear as the sun burning into your retinas, their shock nullifies them. With a photograph of the moment his brother disappeared into the jaws of death; he stares at that face and breaks. Under their own duress, they all attempt to comfort them with any remaining rational denial washed away they can only delude themselves into what they know happening, as the events are still unfolding, isn’t actually happening. Only an insane, yet rational, person would accept those events as what they truly are; something believed only to be in the books of myth and legend just ate a person and they’re not even dead. As the tinies are in a collective panic attack and delusion he can only watch until it passes. As day turns to dusk and the situation calm, Gondor provokes the conversation that they were supposed to have.

During that time, the officers that overheard that conversation look at each other with panicked faces; someone is going to have to climb into their mouth and go down his throat to “save” him. Promptly agreeing without uttering a word that by no stretch of the imagination that they are doing that. Billy realising that too, volunteers if that is what comes to pass. Privately, the giant is excited at the premise of swallowing and tasting more prey as that was a long forgotten tradition to heal tinies from their wounds. Don’t forget that wasn’t the only bonus: it was a whole load of fun for both, feisty prey where a particular favourite. They were the tastiest after all, can’t help but snack on the sweetest of nectar, especially because they made the whole meal a little more interesting.

The officers having nothing new other then recommended counselling they return to town. the giant remains amongst the nearby mountain valley as they trek back. Still visibly shook by something — yet nothing — they still try to console him it doesn’t, it can’t, work. As it’s only a 10 minute journey with the car they leave him be until they reach the mayor and tell him the news. When they do Sarah remains with Billy just to be there while the officers inform him of the matter at hand. He clears his schedule. Announcing an immediate meeting in the main hall to discuss the matter at hand.

During that meeting, Sarah and Billy were excluded out of an expected necessity; they were both sent to Billy’s home and although it was thought that it would be better to inform his mother, Kelly, but to avoid any more distress and pain she decided against it until they got Floyd. Kelly immediately knew something was very wrong with her kids and Tried to pry it out of her but all she got was ‘not yet-s’ and ‘it’s not the right time’. Beyond frustrated, she made her promise that they would be safe and that she would tell her what exactly happened, she did.

The meeting included many: the head of logistics and transport, security commissioner, infrastructural and civil engineering advisor, medical personnel, mayor’s managerial staff and a recommended workforce. As a sudden and unplanned meeting grabs a lot of attention from lower ranking officials and the content that the meeting will discuss it must stay secret. Many ideas are passed around the not that secret meeting in the main hall, such as: just let him pass through the entire digestive system, or more of direct rescue. One idea was initially went for the go-ahead, it was denied as the notion that the deeper he went through the more likely that he would die. As concepts for a rescue direct were being conjured one of the personnel jokingly exclaimed that it could be his new home: some got offended, others tried to hold in laughter as they only let a teensy giggle including the mayor of all people. Although they were an obvious idea for a direct rescue — voluntarily getting eaten then escaping with them — it was expected that no one would volunteer for that so it was dismissed before even being mentioned. Another was trying to force the giant to drink some salty water and that a host of issues: getting it salty to enough for him to throw up, the notion that it could, drowning hazard, transporting multiple tonnes of salt water past the mountains, getting him to drink it and likely more. This was dismissed too. Then one of the officers that met the giant earlier exclaimed the obvious, frustrated at the obvious issue the mayors asks him:

“how in the hell are we supposed to find a person to get voluntarily eaten, hmm?

Calmy in response: “Billy sir, he said he would sir.”

Still frustrated: “you saw the state he was in, do you not think that’s he up to doing that?”

Calmy in response: “exactly sir, it could help sir.”// Explaining his position that using them as the so-called ‘bait’ that it could help reduce the immense guilt as he gets directly involved with his saving. Seeing his point and the meeting coming to no decision otherwise he goes to confer with his daughter and Billy.

During this time, Billy remains in his room atop his bed staring into the wall looking lifeless, crying. Kelly and Sarah staying downstairs overhearing silence. To empty the silence filling the room with an eerie dread, they attempt to make conversation but they too are possessed. Hours go by as nothing but silence fills the room but a sudden intense sobbing breaks the tension emanating from upstairs. As it approaches and enters only to comforted something that desperately needs to fill the air. At the worst time, the mayor barges into the room asking to see Billy and his daughter. Sounding cold, he asks Sarah if he could volunteer and explains — she interrupts before he has that chance on how he is clearly not in a state to do anything — as he does she reluctantly agrees.

As that time passes within the stomach of the giant, Floyd realises that this is no dream but unlike earlier he has been fully enamoured by its serenity. After all: it’s all warm, cozy, safe, dark and he doesn’t have to deal with his annoying brother. Kicking the walls to grab their attention because how else do you that whilst imprisoned in their stomach? As there isn’t much else to really to do other then take it all in, they try to get to know him better. During the exchange, they learn that not only that his was Gondor but that he was known amongst the local tribes people for protecting and healing them. With only mild concern, Gondor asks how he’s doing in there and ends up reluctantly admitting that he actually likes being in there and explains on how peaceful and relaxing this place is. Even so, he would never admit to liking something that he assumed would be traumatising to others and proceeds to jokingly suggest that it could be his new home.

The plan would be as follows, the ‘bait’ (the one who volunteers) is strapped onto a harness which is simultaneously attached to a industrial spindle anchored to the ground. The bait would then crawl into the giants mouth to be swallowed; to ensure that they go down easily they would initially be drenched in their saliva, in their mouth or otherwise. Although it wasn’t popular it would make it significantly easier for the operation to go smoothly. Once the ‘prey’ had been secured they ought to be removed immediately and if any unforeseen events occur they are to be removed even if the ‘prey’ hasn’t been secured. If that is the case the operation would repeat but as immediately swallowed instead of being ‘played with’ inside their mouth.

With all the equipment transported, in one small convoy: one tow truck, two trucks, two police cars. This did rely on a simple, yet devious, notion that the giant already tried to spit them out and failed. With everything in place it was time to get eaten alive. Attached and harnessed up, he stood upon the palm of the giant and like an elevator was lifted towards the cavernous maw; staring, he freezes upon the memory of that incident reappearing for a few minutes. The tension rose from the crowd as the very real possibility that he wasn’t up to it and that truly ineffable fear takes grasp and paralyses him, the moment that the conviction risen to its peak he climbed into, the now pond of saliva within, his mouth. To get him ready for going the pipe, the giant begun to play with him; getting tossed side to side with a slab of muscle bigger then him, getting drenched with saliva to the point that whenever he desperately tried to grasp on anything he just slipped off. As what felt like hours, but were only a few seconds, he begins to get pulled into the narrow sinkhole. Engulfed in: darkness, such a narrow space he could be barely breath and getting crushed with every inch that he slide down with nothing to grab onto he could only submit. As he slowly got dragged down the wet tube it felt like hours… no power to fight… only the power to submit to its raw heat. Dropping into the stomach, he snaps the glow-stick to see a doused in a faint green light a freakishly calm Floyd.

Although Gondor did find Billy quite delectable, he knew that only did he just want this over and done with, he wouldn’t like it given his previous reaction so to fulfil his wishes he got him as easy to swallow as fast as he could — albeit a bit aggressive — and quickly swallowed not like he could resist the temptation anyhow. The brothers stuck staring into each others eyes, filled with a perceived horror; it breaks with a heart-to-heart.

Billy stern to sorrowful: “are you alright? God, it’s such a relief to see you again” and goes in for a hug, crying.// Floyd reciprocating: “it’s good to see you too buddy”

Billy jokingly: “you know I had to get my self eaten alive to get you back, right?”

Floyd jokingly: “funny you say that. He could’ve just spat me out and this whole escapade would’ve been completely avoided.”// Billy sternly and angrily: “what?!!”

Floyd sensing he just made a grave attempts to retreat but can’t. Billy tries to get him to explain but they can he jumps at them and they begin to fight. This fighting, jolting the stomach side-to-side, up and down begins to make the giant go from a mild giggle to full-on laughter as it continues. Clearly unexpected, minutes go by as they wonder do we bother pulling them out as it shouldn’t be taking this long and this be the result, the confusion settling they pull them out. As he is being dragged up, stupidly still fighting against no one, it resulted in him getting swallowed to so that he’d stop. Emerging from his throat: drenched and dripping, gets asked why is he alone; in retrospect realises that in the flurry of emotions he didn’t hook Floyd up and he’ll have to get swallowed again, the rest realise this too as only a single silhouette can be made. Blurting in befuddled anger he informed the giant that he knew of the malicious mischief and what exactly that entailed. Everyone heard. Expectantly, gets chucked into his mouth and swallowed into the void.

Frozen as he crushing, yet smooth, descent down his gullet, he re-acquaints with an unimpressed Floyd interlocking eyes as they get stuck in mutual disappointment for one another. Floyd trying to escape this awful atmosphere screams to spit ‘em out; Gondor just about overhearing a cry gently spits them out. they gently glide up the oesophagus and slide of the top of the hard and soft tongue without any denial of compliance. Swamped in spit and stomach fluid they’re lowered onto the grass next to Sarah; they stand in muted silence.

With every soul known to be alive and well, the state of a ‘disconnected reality’ breaks revealing just how desecrated he became. Whilst Billy is having himself a crisis, Floyd and Sarah exchange virtual hugs in jubilation and as expected they are swiftly de-contaminated and given a fresh new set of dull grey and colourful hawaiian clothes. With the whole ordeal over, the trio celebrate at the local pub, resulting in drinking apple juice in a beer mug. By no stretch of imagination were they going to drink actual beer; it tastes like piss. Floyd however, is possessed by the previous experience and considers exploring those strange feelings.

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Authors note: If and when there any critiques about writing quality, character development etc DM or comment plz. The finalised versions I hope that I will post them on AO3 or smth. I have an idea for ch2; I’ll follow the same thing routine with ‘concept draft in parts’ followed by a ‘semi-flushed out draft’.

Rant

I hate bigots so much. I don’t understand why you would hate a person based on the fact you don’t understand them. I have friends like that, and usually consider unfriending them but I don’t have a lot of other people. I know I’m aplatonic and generally’d rather have no friends anyways but ya know. Drives me up the wall, and sad. Why? Just why? It just hurts.

I have a DNI for reason, I have a deep personal hatred for those people, I nearly can’t stand them. I feel like a hypocrite, having a connection makes it so much harder to leave, even if it’s not good for you. It sucks so much

Blue Di@mond pred

I love that being a prey means that I go on a “vacation”.

When life gets too hard to handle, you can just get nommed and take an escape. Best part is, no-one will know your there. Just lay back and take a good rest. You could even include some friends and have a sleepover.

More accurate, gumi also one of my favs

I’m sorry Miku fans, but

Teto > Miku

As others have mentioned before; inexperienced pred/prey.

Inexperienced preds that are a bit hasty are just peak, or even just hasty ones. Like a pred who’s never vored anyone before but desperately wants to eat their friend and it consumes his mind every time he looks at him, mouth filling saliva at the mere thought. When his friend sits upon their palm he gets practically chucked into his mouth at the sheer speed and immediately swallowed. The shock takes what feels like a minute before he realises his friend just fucking ate him without a second thought. Oh, the options!

Prey is just damn cute. Full of nervous energy trying to sake his mate to eat him unsure that he will even understand his request let alone his feelings. Adorable imo

Not really a situation- but pred and prey dynamic

I absolutely love a scared anxious pred paired with a fearless and stern but kind prey.

The pred can barely order their own food at a restaurant, and the prey would absolutely fistfight anyone who dare make their pred sad.

Just- the drastic role shift from what is considered normal is wonderful.

🎃👍

9/10

I love that, very adorable

One thing that’s been floating in my head is how “normal” the idea of sfw vore is in our everyday culture. I never even considered in that way before I discovered this. I assume, you know when people say “aww, I could just eat you up” or something similar. I’ve been noticing a pattern; it doesn’t even get questioned. Blah blah blah… I hope you see where I’m getting at.

So, if you feel insecure/anxious/fearful, even crippling, it really isn’t that weird to like this kind of stuff. People may judge you, but have they really considered how surprisingly normal these feelings/emotions are? I don’t think they ever devoted a single thought to that possibility. You may struggle with that paralysing anxiety, and I hope you will be alright and happy in the end. You deserve that.

This is coming from someone who has / still (but not as bad) struggles with that, I would’ve needed this kind of message a while back.