Alright everyone, LISTEN THE FUCK UP!!
This is NOT, and I repeat NOT, a kinky story. This is a story featuring kids getting rescued, because let’s face it, we all love a normal story here and there. (I hope.) So shove your dicks back into your pants, yeet the lube, and take your hands out your panties.
Fucking thank you.
This does contain vore, but not in a kinky way, for fucks sake. It’s in kid’s shows; it’s not kinky.
Please. Don’t make me regret this.
Thank you.
Gunfire wasn’t a sound most people found comforting. If anything, it sent them into a spiral of panic, oftentimes with deadly results.
For better or for worse, Iris and Zan did the sensible thing and ran away from the noise. Eleven years young. Way too inexperienced with invasions to know what to do, way too afraid to find out. Iris pulled Zan behind a crate and clamped a hand over his mouth.
“Shut up, they’ll hear you!” She hissed. Zan, pale and quivering, nodded. She took her hand off his mouth and peeked around the corner. Wedged between the crates and a beam, it wasn’t the ideal place to hide, but hey, at least it was better than being out in the open. No one seemed to be around.
Yet.
Releasing a sigh she didn’t know she had, she focused her attention on the boy next to her. Quiet and timid, Zan was her newest bunkmate after her previous one was deemed “too weak” and disappeared. No one told her where he went; when she asked, all she got in response was silence and a frightened boy shoved towards her. A year later, said boy was now pointing at her arm.
“Y…y… You’re hu-hu-hurt…” She nodded vigorously, her violet hair slapping her face. Training had been brutal that day. She didn’t know why the instructor was so angry with her, but when she was forced to remain after class for additional help, she grimaced. The sleeves on her shirt didn’t survive the fiery onslaught she was subjected to. Her face and arm looked worse for wear, especially her wrist and hand. She wiped a fresh trickle of blood off her lip.
“You don’t look good yourself,” she whispered while motioning to the caked blood on his face. He nodded. “Wh…what’s… What’s going on?”
“I don’t know,” Iris groaned while clutching her arm. “I really don’t know-”
“The building is currently under attack.”
Both children jerked at the unexpected booming voice. Zan clamped a hand over his mouth. Iris’ eyes widened.
The man in front of them showcased a gnarly scar over his right eye, a light patch of skin that covered his eye and snaked down his neck before disappearing. Broad shoulders dared them to try and tackle him. They gulped and subconsciously hugged each other.
“W…w…we… We d-d-d-don’t wan-wan-want any… Any… Tr-tr-trouble…” Zan clutched Iris’ shirt and sobbed.
“Ow! You’re digging into my burn!”
“Sorry, sorry! I’m so sorry!” Zan squeaked before letting go. His eyes wandered to the newcomer, who took several steps closer. His hair was in a long ponytail that ended mid-back, although some of it framed his face. The two kids scooted back.
“My name is Viktor. I’m here to help you.” He crouched to get closer.
“May I have your arm?”
“No!” Iris frowned and placed an arm across Zan’s chest. “Why do you need his arm?” Viktor’s frown deepened.
“I have a… Ahem, method to escort you guys out of here safely. And I need his arm to do so.” He took another step forward. Iris shook her head, gently nudging Zan behind her.
“No way, J-José! You’re not getting anywhere near him.” Zan took several steps back. Viktor sighed. His patience, as thin as it was, couldn’t snap with children as terrified as he was before his liberation.
Guess there’s only one way to do this, he sighed before reaching out and grabbing the kid’s arm. He screamed as he was brought closer. Iris clutched his other arm.
“Leave him alone!” she wailed. Paying no mind, he brought the arm close to his mouth and paused.
“I strongly suggest you don’t squirm, okay?” Zan, for his part, was petrified with fear. The girl tugged harder, but her exhausted body offered little resistance as Viktor bit on the arm. Hard.
This elicited a pained cry and a harsh yank from Iris. He shook the frozen boy and looked at the two puncture wounds. Zan moaned and grabbed his head.
“I… I don’ feel so goodz…” He slurred before collapsing. Iris’ panic stopped as she noted his… Shrinking frame?
“What the… Heck?” She turned to Viktor, who was standing with an unreadable expression.
“What have you done to him?” She spat. The teen blinked before grabbing her arm too.
“No! Stay away from m-”
“Shut up!” He clamped a hand over her mouth. Just because his comrades were good at their jobs didn’t mean they were perfect. He needed to get them in a safe place before he could fight. With muffled screams, the venom was injected into Iris’ arm, leading her to the same fate as her friend.
The first thing Zan felt was something soft.
And ever so warm.
He liked it. He liked out so much; it was better than that thin mattress he usually had. Or the cell floor when he misbehaved.
“…an? …zan… up… Wake… up…!”
But it was so warm…
So warm…
And so… Wet?
Wearily, Zan rubbed his eyes and opened them with the full intent to beg for a little more rest.
His desire disappeared as he stared into the darkness.
He couldn’t see anything, but he could feel slime coating his body and matting his hair. He scurried into a standing position only to slip on the slimy yet bumpy floor.
The tongue.
He shrieked and desperately scrambled upright. With some time, he managed to stay upright long enough to spot Iris, who was punching the tongue with all her might.
“Zan!” She shoved some hair out of her face and motioned for him to come over. He gulped as the tongued rippled underneath him.
“You two are awake.” Despite his whisper, the kid’s size made the statement incredibly loud. They covered their ears, but this couldn’t stop them from tumbling about.
"I need you to relax, okay? Otherwise, this’ll get difficult.” Zan shook his head.
“No! You can’t eat us!! We-we’re not food! Don’t you know what food is?!”
“Yeah!” Iris angrily marched toward where she believed the center of the mouth was.
“Let us out, mister!” He didn’t respond, instead opting to slowly tilt his head back. Zan and Iris attempted to scramble to freedom, even latching on to a tooth at one point, but they inevitably slid down down into the throat, where they were pulled down down into le stomach.
Plop!
“Oof!”
The two kids rubbed their heads before gasping and looking around. The organ blurbled idly while mucus slid down the walls. They couldn’t see it due to the darkness, but their imagination filled in the blanks.
Maybe a little too well.
“Oh dear…” Zan put his hands out to feel for his friend. “I… I… Iris? I… I’m really really… Really s-scared right now.” His fingertips grazed something soft. He reached out.
“M-me too.” Iris pulled him into a hug. “M-me too.”
“You’ll be okay, little ones,” Viktor’s voice boomed. The walls quivered, making the kids clutch each other tighter.
“I’m going to get you to safety,” he declared while unholstering a gun. “Your leaders, your doctors, your… Caretakers. They won’t be able to hurt you two ever again.” A scowl darkened his features before he shook his head.
“Yeah.”
He cocked the gun.
“Never again.”
Please y’all, don’t make me regret doing this…