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Uhh I fell asleep so pretend you saw this on vore day🥲

This chapter includes: soft, safe, willing vore, mouthplay, brief mentions of nsfw (nothing too discriptive)

A Fulfilling Meal

There aren't any good gifts of a hot guys tongue moving around his mouth while it's closed 😞. I wanna make and see more stories where the person is fighting around inside the guys mouth before being swallowed. putting up a noticable fight that surprises even them before being conquered by an alpha and added to their body. That Is one of the hottest aspects of Vore to me. So if anyone has gifs of that kinda specific thing, please share!

how ravenous

5k • explicit • sheith

“Open,” Keith says. Shiro frowns. “It hasn’t even been a day.” “I desire more.” Keith kisses him again, harder, and lets his teeth snag Shiro’s mouth when the serpent squirms.

Fleeing persecution, naga Shiro finds shelter high in the mountains with a cunning kitsune. There he finds himself snowbound in the fox-spirit’s den, with nothing to do but sate the trickster’s appetite.

Dubcon, dark keith, primal play 🦊🐍 for @akira-ni-nekora I hope you enjoy! @bemysheithlentine

[Read the fic on AO3]

Kitsune x Naga

new sheith fic for sheithlentines ’23

prompt: kitsune Keith who exacts a kinky price for coming to naga Shiro’s aid 👀

I am so here for that.

Based on a bit of lore about the Korean version of kitsune, the kumiho, carrying marbles in their mouths that they use to store energy from mortals... energy that they can later use for their magic. Literal mouthplay, I'm so serious:

source: wikipedia

It practically writes itself. 🥵

usually i’m more into tinies who are around 3-4in tall, but the idea of toying with a proper micro, only an inch or so at most, by rolling them around your mouth… gotta be sooo careful not to bite em, or crush em against teeth, or smush em too hard… keeping em on the tip of your tongue where you have the most control, but there’s always the risk you could accidentally swallow em when they’re so terribly little like this. still, sliding them across the ribbed roof of your mouth, the smooth surface of your gums, the elastic walls of the inside of your cheek… feeling their absolutely minuscule limbs, their head, their torso… pressing em against your mouth, pinning them in place with an absolute hold while you swallow the excess saliva—can’t have them drowning in all the drool from toying with them, now can you? and even such gentle, slow movements rock their entire world… pinning them to the roof of your mouth and dragging them from the front of your mouth to the edge of your throat… parting lips so they have just enough light to see the dark, wide depths below, feeling them suck in a breath—maybe a little laugh shakes that tiny world, leaving them to watch the flex of smooth muscles for a moment before closing lips and sealing them in the hot darkness again… yea. i could do that for hours rn

Dead by Twilight- Pt 4

Gawd dam. I do apologise for anyone who was waiting for this for a long time (nobody? Nobody.) but here we f u c k i n g go-

📢 F I N A L W A R N I N G this contains Mouthplay, some would consider it vore or vore themes, suggestions of death, basically torture, oxygen deprivation and dehumanization. Its pretty dark, but hell did I enjoy writing it.

These topics are pretty immediately prominent so dont think you can just " skip over it" literally the whole chapter

is. Just. Mouthplay.

M' kay? M' kay.

Lazarus chuckled darkly.

His hand glided across the top of the cage, found the latch and unhooked it.

The top creaked open and wren sat exposed, only able to watch and quiver as the ghoulish hand decended upon them.

Their heartbeat quickened as they were again enveloped by clawed fingers, unsure of their intention.

Lifted from the cage, wren was turned to look up into the monsters face.

"Now why..." he teased in his deep, smooth voice. "would I deny myself a little treat like you~"

Lazarus lifted the small, shuddering thing to his mouth. He admired its horrified expression. He loved the power, the thrill of live prey made him extatic, already anticipating what was to come from the earlier tasting, he couldnt resist after such an exquisite thing had graced his pallete.

He took a long breath in, smelling the intoxicating fear coming from the terrified creature.

Absolutely delicious~

Wren whimpered, feeling the hot breath wash over them as the vampire sighed and closed his clawed digits further around them.

Oh god they were dead, they would become nothing but a midnight snack for a merciless predator.

Opening their eyes just a smidge wren realised just how close they were to his t e e t h. They winced imagining being impaled by those fangs, chewed into nothing- or perhaps the sadistic fuck would swallow them whole- letting his gut slowly digest them as he reveled in their screams.

Wren squirmed hopelessly in the vampires hold, they knew it would do nothing but instinct was still instinct.

"Shh- be still, Dear, this wont hurt."

Like hell!

" sto-p it please-" they cried, still writhing uselessly

Lazarus ignored their pleas.

Wren stared in horror as his mouth opened, unveiling half inch fangs still partialy stained red from the earlier feeding. The vampires enormous red tounge exited his mouth and wren yelped as it knocked them onto their back. The warm muscle traveled up their body, leaving a sticky shien of saliva on their clothes and face..

The monster took wren in its claws and flipped them onto their stomach.

They were pressed into the enormous palm by his nose as he inhaled once again.

God was Lazarus enjoying this.

Wren could smell the coppery scent of blood on the vampires breath as he exhaled, the hot air permeating through their clothes and warming their whole body.

They felt the wet tounge glide up their body again, focusing on their leg and teasing their face and neck, making them squeak, before it pulled away.

" please st-stop" they could feel tears forming in the corners of their eyes.

"Relax, little thing. This will be much easier if you cooperate"

What!?!?

Wren looked back and to their horror they were being slowly guided into the vampires gaping maw.

Clawed fingers nudged them back towards their death, the saliva helping slide them ever closer.

Wrens eyes went wide, frantically they tried to claw and grab at the huge slippery fingers, but as the hand tilted wrens hand slipped and the giant digit escaped their desperate gasp.

Wren fell the short distance, landing with a wet plop onto the slimy muscle beneath them. They shrieked and tried to push themself forward out of the beasts mouth, but to their horror the tounge angled itself back, pushing the borrower deeper into the cavernous jaws, sliding them close to the throat-

Wren was sure they would be swallowed right then and there, but they were sorely mistaken.

Lazarus let out a content hum as the borrower finally landed in his jaws, he took them into his mouth, teasing them a bit while trying to absorb as much of their exquisite taste as he could.

Such a wonderful specimen this little thing was, most definitely worth keeping around.

Wren watched in horror as the jaws closed and they were enveloped in darkness, their senses tried to compensate as they thrashed around, the warm slippery tounge pushed them up and wren was squeezed against the top jaw, forcing them to cease their writhing. The tounge pushed harder, forcing all the air out of them for just a moment before letting up.

They gasped, inhaling the warm, coppery air around them that reminded them just how bloodthirsty this thing was.

Wren kept struggling, they couldnt give up like last time, they couldnt

/die/ no, not like this-

They kicked the writhing tounge beneath them and felt air go past them as the vampire huffed at their futile attack.

The tounge menuvered them forwards and wren was pushed up against something hard.

As the mouth opened they were maneuvered slightly forward. What was-

Wren shrieked feeling their neck become pinned and they realised in horror that their head was positioned precariously between the vampires t e e t h

Lazarus applied the slightest pressure before relenting and pulling them back inside, hoping that his message was recieved.

Wren gasped and coughed, taking in the humid air as if it was their last breath, which for all they knew it probably was.

They stopped struggling, obviously they were doomed, almost literally in the belly of the beast.

They layed down on the slimy muscle, shaking as they were menuvered around the cavernous jaws, being pushed against every corner as the beast tasted them.

Why did it have to take so long,, to tease them like this ?! Truly wren didnt want to die but this was almost worse, the agonizing anticipation just waiting for their death unable to do anything but sit there and be toyed with.

Until finally the jaws opened, wrens sluggish body was slid forward and pulled by gentle fingers into lazarus' hand.

Barely concious from oxygen deprivation, wren could barely think, but as they regained their awareness, all they could feel was confused.

Lazarus looked down on his little guest, looking like they had been nearly drowned. He hadnt realised just how long he'd kept them in there...

No matter, they should be just fine now.

Wren lay limply, not sure if this was a final ploy to play with them before they were ended.

They took in gasping breaths and squeezed their eyes shut they couldnt bare to look at... Him.

Wren didnt bother pleading, it was made very clear this thing had no sympathy, no concience, nothing that would have any intent to listen to their wishes.

"...Wren" lazarus said, concerned.

They only shuddered in his palm.

He prodded their back which made the little thing wince.

Lazarus sighed and slid them off his hand and back into the cold cage.

" well, your all healed now, if thats any consolation." lazarus stated.

Im... What...

Wren couldnt feel anything hurting them, they sat up on the cold floor, feeling at their leg the found that the wound was gone! Their leg was fully intact and they didnt have an ounce of pain moving it. All that remained was a brown scar trailing up the path of the injury, but perhaps that would heal too.

Still, their main concern was what in hell had just happened and why. Why werent they dead? Why would this thing heal them, of all things? If they didnt want them dead or hurt or something... Then what..?

Wrens head spun, of course they didnt want to talk to the thing that had just tortured them in it's mouth, but he was all they had, the only one who knew the workings of his own, sick little mind.

— Chomp —

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: Little man gets the Chomp (no actual gore sry). After preparing to just be unceremoniously eaten, Riley finds he’s in for more than he expected—my first smut fic! Of course it’s for this shit lmao. Willing giantess vore, gets right into the smut, plenty of teasing and mouthplay, characters’ fates left vague, but they are reoccurring so safe to assume it’s digestion with reformation. Enjoy!

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Edit: Added names, because I slipped and made these guys ocs. They both start with R and lean gender neutral, so incase that’s confusing, Rori is the woman and Riley is the man. Also testing my luck with tumblr by getting rid of the ao3 link and putting the full fic here.

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Fingertips wrapping around one of his ankles, she lifted him up, up, up, until Riley was level with her face—no, not her face—her lips. The delayed vertigo of the upside-down trip up hit him all at once as she brought him not higher, but closer.

She stopped just millimeters shy of contact. A small exhale washed over him—a sigh of satisfaction. As if to say, Finally.

Riley held his breath. He expected at any moment, those lips would part and gigantic jaws would pull every ounce of him in with a single swallow. Imagining what it would be like made his hands start to shake.

Her lips twitched, but Riley couldn’t tell if it was in response—could she feel him trembling? Did she think it was terror? Hope? Excitement?

He had no time to find an answer—rather than moving him again, she closed the distance with her lips—softly. Very softly, as if trying to feel for certain where his face was. It dawned on him their faces were so close, she could not see his—she—and he—had to go almost purely off of sensation. The idea was rather thrilling as her lips brushed over Riley’s face, mapping out the details of his nose, brow ridge, mouth, cheeks, chin—committing them to memory. Savoring every last detail. It was both caring and keen, yet controlled in a way he could tell was holding back true desires.

Content, her lips stilled against his face. So close to him, Riley could not see them open, but he felt it—muscles tensing, he squeezed his eyes shut, waiting to pass through those massive lips into ravenous jaws; to be consumed, body and soul.

She breathed in—smelling him, maybe. Breathing in his fear. His anticipation.

His heart hammered furiously. Riley tilted his head against her lower lip—questioning—What are you waiting for? Eat me.

But all she did was let out a light-hearted scoff and push lips against him, harder this time.

A kiss.

Her lower lip cradled the top of his head. Her cupid’s bow grazed his chin. Against his skin, her lips pulled into an amused little smile.

“Hanging in there?” Rori whispered coyly, and for a moment Riley thought to struggle if it weren’t for all the blood going to his head.

“I thought you were going to eat me,” he breathed.

She tilted her head. “Do you want me to eat you?”

His face burned red, but it only made her grin. Through the blurriness of close proximity, Riley could see white—her teeth. His pulse quickened.

Rori removed her lips, and disappointment rushed over him like a wave of ice—disappointment—?

“I said—”

—He jumped as her voice appeared left of his head, just above his ear—

“—Do you want me to eat you?”

“I—” His mouth opened, but upside down, the words caught in his throat.

“Hm,” Rori mused, and her lips returned to his face—pressing over his mouth, his nose—and she held them there, just for a second long enough to make him panic. Before he could process it, she was pressing another kiss to him—the side of his face, his chin, the other side of his face—and then she began to move down, or rather, up, his body. His throat. His chest. The side of his ribcage. His thigh—and Riley realized not enough blood was flowing to his head.

But she was not done with him. Rori slowly turned him around in her fingertips, kissing between his shoulder blades, along his spine, his lower back—her lips tingling against the back of his knee made him jump. Nobody had ever kissed him there.

She dragged her lips over his entire body until his lungs heaved and his breath was ragged—the idea of being eaten now mostly forgotten, Riley desperately pushed his hips towards her, but found only cold, empty air as she skipped right over the almost painfully tight tenting in his boxers—again.

A frustrated noise escaped him, higher pitched than he would’ve expected. And as if this were exactly what she was waiting for, Rori pulled back just enough for him to see the wolffish grin on her face.

“Oh, god.”

She was on him again in an instant—this time, he was not met with lips, but her tongue. His short black hair was plastered to his face as she licked him from the top of his head to the top of his free foot, back down again, and then came back for more. This time, she left not a speck of him dry; not a single stretch of skin pure. No, this time, Rori let it be known: she was hungry.

She eagerly flicked her tongue over every part of him, the muscle rough from gigantic taste buds, yet each time her tongue dragged over his dick, it was not enough.

“Come back,” Riley struggled. “No—augh—come back here—please.”

Her breath rolled over him. She sucked on his hip, his shoulder blade, his elbow, his fingers, back again—finally, finally, lips pressed against his dick. The pressure and the friction of the wet fabric was good, but still not enough. He needed taste buds. Lips. Skin-to-skin.

Riley squirmed in her grasp, trying to twist himself against her lips at just the right angle.

C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.

Snickering, Rori seemed to get the hint. Pinching the band of his boxers between pursed lips, she pulled them past his knees, over one ankle, adjusted her grip, and then over the other ankle. She pulled her face back just enough for him to watch the dark fabric disappear between those lips and a moment later, Riley heard the swallow.

His heart caught in his throat, but between the blood rushing to his head and his dick, he couldn’t think straight enough to register what he’d just witnessed.

Rori licked him again, slow and sensual, enjoying his taste now that he was stripped bare. His heart fluttered as she gave his cock a kiss on the tip—then his blood froze as for a moment it seemed like she might use teeth, but thought better of it.

Turning Riley so he now faced away from her, Rori raised him to her lips to press another quick kiss to the back of his head—and then kept lifting him higher, tilting her head back. He twisted in her grasp to see her face and her stone-gray eyes caught his, half-lidded with lust yet strikingly collected. In control even as desire threatened to take over completely. In them, a dark, wicked glee twinkled playfully, and she gave him one long, last kiss.

The next time her lips rose to meet him, her teeth clamped onto either side of his head—not hard enough to break skin, but enough that a panicked shriek tried to claw its way out of him. Like his words, it died in his throat.

Riley bucked against her clutch, but she’d already moved along, releasing his head as the heat of her lips engulfed his throat, sliding past—her teeth grazed his shoulders, his arms, his torso, his ass. Her tongue found his dick again and her pace slowed, taking time to torture him by massaging it between his stomach and the thick, pulsating muscle. Taste buds rubbed against the head and he groaned.

Encouraged, Rori sucked on his entire upper body, lips and teeth locked around his knees and digging into his calves.

“Fuck!” Riley breathed, turning his face to the side so he could brace his head against her tongue. His hands found her bottom molars and gripped them for support—the one thing holding him up over the open abyss he couldn’t see but knew with absolution was there. Still, he dared to release one hand to wrap fingers around his aching cock. A desperate moan escaped him, moving his fist furiously. It wasn’t enough. Riley needed to feel her tongue—all of it, all at once—rub his entire body across every last taste bud—be the most delectable thing she’d ever tasted. The best. The most delicious morsel to ever grace her mouth. An unforgettable meal—snack—desert—whatever he was. To consume her mind with hunger and lust the same way he wanted—no, needed her to consume his, literally, figuratively, spiritually—

A particularly strong lick threatened to throw him off balance. Riley returned both hands to his grip on her teeth, opting to lean up and fuck full-force into the burning hot surface of her tongue. Grinding hips against pulsating taste buds. Trying to hold on.

Saliva pooled onto his head, over his arms, running down his back and collecting against the side of his face pressing into her tongue—the way it does when you need to swallow something.

Oh my god, she’s going to eat me! Riley realized, sliding back and forth against her tongue in a frenzy. I’m inside her fucking mouth and she’s going to eat me! Tease me like this, let me fuck like a desperate animal into her mouth, and then swallow me whole. Devour me. Make me hers—until there is nothing left.

Her breath was hot and heavy in his ears. Sweat and saliva clung to him. When he thrust up into her tongue, Rori sucked down on him like he was made of candy. His balls hitched.

“Fuck,” Riley groaned, unable to tell if she could even hear him with her mouth closed around him, over the roar of sex— “Cumming!”

She sucked down on his body harder than ever before. His arms shook and he lost his grip, her tongue rising to press his back to the ribbed roof of her mouth. His fingers ached, finding another handhold against the underside of her top teeth, desperate for the leverage to thrust with as much force as possible. Her taste buds seemed to squeeze his dick almost painfully. He was melting—Riley was melting. His brain and his body and his dick were melting into her mouth, wanting to stay there forever in the heat, in the dark, wet pleasure, fucking forever into her all-encompassing tongue. Too good. It was too good.

Rori moved her tongue—tasting his cum—tasting him, his sweat, his skin, how his little lungs sputtered as she picked up her unrelenting pace again. She flicked his throbbing dick and still-tugging balls, licking him from hole to tip. Anguished, Riley cried out as she drew out the last few sparks from his near-painful high, scraping warm, powerful flesh against an all-too sensitive cock. Playing with him. Toying with him. Pushing him just to feel how far one tiny little body could go. How much pleasure he could take.

Then, in an instant, the world shifted—her tongue tipped him over the side of her teeth and face-first into the smooth surface of the inside of her cheek. Scrambling to keep from falling, Riley gripped her teeth, using his knees to push off her gums and lay against the side of her cheek.

He could just barely make out her tongue moving to the roof of her mouth in the darkness—saliva ran past him to gather at the back of the throat and then—she swallowed.

From inside her mouth, the sound was loud and foreboding. Excess drool gone and tongue now free, Rori spoke.

“Do you—want me—to eat you?”

Riley struggled to catch his breath. His whole body ached like he’d run a marathon. He could tell even without seeing it, his skin was red and raw from her mouth’s manhandling. Her lips now parted properly, he could see into the back of her mouth. Her uvula hung like an ominous marker, almost like an arrow pointing down. The muscles of her throat danced with the rise and fall of her breath—making it impossible to ignore the walls of this cave were alive.

He flinched in surprise as Rori poked his side with her tongue. The same tongue she’d just railed him to hell with.

Riley looked at his hand, anchored in place in the grooves of a tooth the size of his head. All she needed do was close that powerful jaw and his hand would be crushed, the rest of him trapped between her teeth and the inside of her cheek. A living prison, but nothing like what awaited him below.

Air sucked in past him and then out just as rapidly—a sigh. Something tensed around his ankle, still outside her mouth, and Riley realized with a jolt she’d never let go of him—the entire time he’d dangled over the giant, hungry expanse of her throat, she’d never lost control over where he was going, even for a second.

Carefully, Rori readjusted her grip to flip him over. Her tongue helped guide him away from teeth as she pulled him from her mouth—up and up, until she could make successful eye contact.

The cold of the outside air on his wet skin made Riley shiver, like he might never be truly warm again. A little disoriented from the change in surroundings—still upside down, too—he attempted to wrap arms around himself and darted his eyes toward hers. He tried not to think about how they watched every minuscule movement. He felt his dick twitch.

Rori arched a brow. Something told him she would not ask the question again. Her eyes were far too focused for someone who’d just sucked off not just his dick but over half his entire body—focused like an owl on its prey, gliding down silently from the dark. Like a creature perfectly poised to hunt. It was no doubt she had him, from start to finish.

“Do you want to—to eat me?” Riley managed, relieved his tone sounded mostly even.

That same darkness glittered in her cool gray eyes. A hunger. Not for survival, but for enjoyment. Swallowing him, devouring his whole being because she could—no, not just because she could. Ravaging him because she wanted to—to claim his body as hers. Lock him up inside her own. Consume him entirely.

“What do you think?” She offered dryly.

He paused.

“I can’t believe you didn’t do it sooner,” he confessed, feeling his shoulders drop. He couldn’t tell now if he was still shivering from the cold or the look she was giving him.

Rori wet her lips. From his ankle, she lowered him again. His hands reached out to meet her lips, and her tongue flicked out over them.

“I’ll tell you a secret,” she whispered, and Riley leaned in in anticipation. He could feel his pulse, hammering wildly over the heavy drum of her own, beating beneath the warmth of her skin. Her breath was heavy with need. Rori sucked in a short laugh. “You look so cute like that—little and wide-eyed. And,” he met her eyes, so close to their prize, “I wish you could really know—you taste so good scared.”

She let go of his ankle. Finally, those jaws snapped open. The heat washed over him. The darkness took him. The wet clung to him. Her tongue rolled him, fully coating him in saliva as it pooled. For the first time, he was fully and completely inside her mouth—all he could hear was her mouth; feel was her mouth; licking and sucking and spinning and marking him with her spit, her skin, her soul.

He felt her savoring him. Cock hard and in hand, Riley rubbed both it and his face against her tongue, pressing as much of himself into the taste buds as possible—desperate to be savored.

Taste me. Taste me. Remember me—remember how good I taste. Remember how good I am.

Her tongue gave him an appreciative little flick; maybe a thank-you for being such a sweet little treat. Then, it pushed him to the roof of her mouth—gasping, Riley looked down at where he knew was the waiting second entrance. Finally, the impossibly loud swallow rumbled through every inch of his being and smooth, tight muscles engulfed him as she made him utterly and irrevocably hers.

You taste so good scared.

usually i’m more into tinies who are around 3-4in tall, but the idea of toying with a proper micro, only an inch or so at most, by rolling them around your mouth… gotta be sooo careful not to bite em, or crush em against teeth, or smush em too hard… keeping em on the tip of your tongue where you have the most control, but there’s always the risk you could accidentally swallow em when they’re so terribly little like this. still, sliding them across the ribbed roof of your mouth, the smooth surface of your gums, the elastic walls of the inside of your cheek… feeling their absolutely minuscule limbs, their head, their torso… pressing em against your mouth, pinning them in place with an absolute hold while you swallow the excess saliva—can’t have them drowning in all the drool from toying with them, now can you? and even such gentle, slow movements rock their entire world… pinning them to the roof of your mouth and dragging them from the front of your mouth to the edge of your throat… parting lips so they have just enough light to see the dark, wide depths below, feeling them suck in a breath—maybe a little laugh shakes that tiny world, leaving them to watch the flex of smooth muscles for a moment before closing lips and sealing them in the hot darkness again… yea. i could do that for hours rn

love the way tiny limbs—tiny hands—tiny feet—a tiny face—look disappearing between lips, the way they get pulled in further on a tongue. such a small movement, but so damning. they were already ensnared, but now they’re totally overwhelmed. overpowered. possessed.

Donkey Kong Scene Rewrite

This was originally published on Wattpad on February 8, 2024. Warning: Contains near vore and Mario movie spoilers under the cut, so um yeah, I can’t tell if it gets better or worse from here lol. Enjoy!

As Mario steps out into the blinding light, the deafening sound of hundreds of Kongs cheering rings in his ears. Or, now that he was regaining his senses, it sounded like booing. It was booing.

He’s starting to regret this.

The plan had been simple on paper: Travel with the princess and Toad to the Kong Kingdom, and beg for the assistance of the great Kong Army. In practice, though, this hadn’t worked out so well, and the gang had been denied. Mario, desperate for the help and for his brother to be saved, doubled down and refused to leave until they got said army, with the agreement being that Mario would fight the son of the mighty Cranky Kong.

Mario now stands idly, awaiting his challenger while the crowd lambasts him. Suddenly, silence filled the stadium as monstrous footsteps are heard from the large doors. Mario’s heart rate accelerates as his anticipation, fear, and regret grow immensely, sweat dripping down his face. With no further warning, like a frog on 5-Hour Energy, a large ape with a red tie bounces into the arena. Now, the crowd’s previously demeaning sound had become a sound of admiration.

Mario, hoping to find any sign of weakness, assesses his opponent. This large brown ape, now identified as Donkey Kong, is probably double his size. He wore a hairdo swirled like frosting, massive arms and pecs that could crush a cannonball. Around his neck was a red tie with “DK” embroidered in yellow. Immediately, he demolishes two barrels with his gargantuan fists.

I’m screwed.

“Enough with the showboating!”

Mario comes out of his daze just in time to encounter a glimpse into the dynamic between father and son and Donkey Kong’s current ego trip.

“What do you mean?!” Donkey Kong incredulously asks. “It’s what they came here for! Dancing pecs!”

The zealous ape then proceeds to flex his pecs, causing even more wild fanfare. In an attempt to get things started, Cranky Kong yells,

“Okay, simmer down. I said SIMMER DOWN!”

Once Diddy Kong gets the memo, Cranky begins to explain the rules. Mario listens intently.

“Now, since I want this fight to last more than five seconds, I put power ups around the arena. You’re welcome, Mario.”

“I don’t need anything special to break every bone in your tiny body!” Donkey Kong yells, killing most hope Mario has.

As the crowd cheers, most intelligent thought leaves the mind of our favorite red-clad plumber. A nervous laugh emits from him, followed by an “Alright” and a charge towards Donkey Kong. He jumps. He prepares a punch…

Only for Donkey Kong to slam his head against the faded red girder and repeatedly slap Mario in the face. Currently, Mario is in pain as each thick slap connects with his sensitive facial skin. Peach and Toad can only cringe in horror as their kingdom’s only hope is made into a fool before the crowd.

“Guess you’re not getting my army!” Cranky Kong confidently jests as the younger Kong kicks Mario in the stomach, sending him careening nearly off of the girder.

As Donkey Kong has his ego fed by the cheerful crowd, Mario, not about to be deterred, takes a moment to climb back up. Above the ape’s head, a glowing power up box glows. Mario forms an idea. If he can get the Super Mushroom, he can grow to Donkey Kong’s size, leveling the playing field. Unaware of the existence of other mushrooms, Mario begins running towards it.

“It is on like Donkey Kong” the other creature in the ring quips. However, despite his charge, he is unable to snatch the sly Mario, who slips under and grabs the mushroom in the box.

“You’re about to pick on someone your own size,” Mario ironically says, taking no notice of the color of the mushroom. Popping the foul-tasting mushroom into his mouth and quickly consuming it, Mario lets out a yell and begins charging towards Donkey Kong. He had not realized what literally every other soul there had: the mushroom was in fact the rare Mini Mushroom. Not often found in arena duels, this mushroom is the antithesis of the Super Mushroom: it shrinks instead of grows.

Mario slows as his war cry quickly becomes a war squeak. Shrinking to a miniature size, Mario quickly realizes how badly he’s screwed up. He’s now only a few inches tall and susceptible to damage from everything. The previously large ape is now a towering threat that had triple the advantage. He also has no way of reaching a power up.

Donkey Kong is initially surprised by this. He had been expecting an actual challenge from his oversight. Perhaps he shouldn’t have boasted. Oh, but now. Now his “opponent” was a bite-sized nuisance with no defense.

The ape bends his head down to Mario’s level and emits a giggle. Mario’s heart rate is currently running a 500-yard dash as his fight or flight instinct came in. What little rationality he had at this point chose flight. Mario fruitlessly scurries away as in three bounds, the massive Kong bounces Mario into his palm.

As he now gazes into the endless spheres of black known as the eyes of Donkey Kong, his flesh turns white and a cold sweat overtakes his hot, tired sweat. No bullying from his old bully Spike, no misadventures he’d faced, not even any of the previous events today could ever live up to the megalophobia Mario is currently facing.

Meanwhile, Donkey Kong is smiling at his newfound plaything. What would be the best course of action? How can I knock out his sense of determination while putting myself on a pedestal? I wish I had eaten breakfast…

With the new silence from a crowd awaiting anything, a new sound cuts through Mario’s miniscule ears.

The deep, gargled growling of Donkey Kong’s stomach.

Slowly, a thought enters Mario’s mind. A horrifying thought, similar to the epiphany the Kong is having, that’s just accelerating as the spheres he looks into dilate.

He’s going to eat me.

A thought that would become reality as Donkey Kong’s lips parted, revealing the dark, moist, cavernous interior of his mouth. His tongue pulsates in anticipation, and his hot breath falls upon our plumber, the smell having the faint scent of rotting banana.

Only pure primordial thoughts (and perhaps Ave Maria) could be conjured up as Mario is tossed, flying into a divot created by the ape’s tongue. He’s then pushed against the hard roof of the maw, being savored. He could only yell as he went further into the cave.

On the outside, Donkey Kong’s mind is racing with intrusive thoughts.

I’m really about to swallow an opponent!

My fans are going to enjoy this.

This is the taste of victory.

This was a mistake. Mario is soaking in salt. Donkey Kong doesn’t like salt.

Back with the snack, the tasting muscle keeps quivering, trying to push Mario away from the gaping hole at the back. Mario can feel every twitch of regret, the physical manifestation of second thoughts. He can tell Donkey Kong is attempting to swallow him, to be able to revel in the victory of defeating his opponent in the single most humiliating way: to turn a threat into just a morsel, a snack, to make the saying “He’ll eat you for lunch” literal.

(Not that the ape would truly consume him. After all, this was just for show. He was just going to regurgitate him anyway, and throw him out of the kingdom to fend for himself like the tiny thing he was).

And yet, these second thoughts keep Mario in a pool of salty saliva, preventing him from going down the ever-so-close throat. Hope begins to simmer in Mario’s mind that he will be freed instead of going into the stomach.

Donkey Kong is struggling. The pressure pushing him on, but his body simply not having it. The wish to entertain isn’t able to beat the rejection of the salty body suspended on his tongue. Eventually, the overriding of instinct fails. Mario is spat straight into the ground with a patootie and returns to normal from the impact. Despite all of the digestive fluids soaking him and everything on him, that sense of determination he’d always had returns.

The crowd, while disappointed that Mario wasn’t stewing in their hero’s guts, are certainly happy that Mario has been thoroughly shamed. Victory for Donkey Kong is still likely. Unfortunately for Kong, despite all of the fear Mario’s just faced, all of the embarrassment in front of the princess, all of the failures so far, Mario chooses to continue fighting…

what ya got there, Spicy?

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So random thought I had after going back and reading your giant Dream manhunt au-

But like- idk if this has been mentioned before (if it has, ignore me-) but what if they decide to do some exposure therapy so Dream won't be so scared about them hating him and to get rid of a bit of George and/or Sapnap's fear at the idea of being in his mouth-

Aka: Dream puts George and/or Sapnap into his mouth

Absolutely nothing can go wrong, right? Right? :)

Yeah!! I dunno if I have mentioned it before but they actually will try to do exposure therapy. It’s Bad’s idea and it’s mostly because Dream has gotten really nervous around them and he wants Dream to relax. He trusts Dream, knows that Dream isn’t hungry and won’t lose himself to his instincts.

In canon, it’ll mostly just be Bad finding ways to get Dream used it it. Finding things he can do that’ll get him around or in Dream’s mouth, like studying Dream’s teeth to try and figure out what his diet should be, stuff like that. Just a casual thing that Bad does.

I don’t have any plot points / incidents in mind for this but I can definitely imagine things going wrong if he did this with George or Sapnap, depending on when in the story we’re talking about. Not horribly wrong but like. . .they taste and smell more like food than Bad does. Dream would definitely drool more which would make them nervous. And maybe if he wasn’t thinking clearly he might not let them out right away which would definitely freak them out, especially George. But thankfully he has enough self-control to keep from swallowing them, at least when he isn’t hungry :)