TW: Vore, I think I posted the right warning tags for this
I might continue this fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/78026406
One second was dark. You blinked as if to check the calibration of your eyes. Calibration.. oh yeah, you turned on the side button. A small buzzing noise was fading as everything was growing white.
Suddenly there was so many bright colors clashing! Itâs taking a minute to register. Itâs so much that youâre not sure if the headset is loading or if itâs your actual brain.
Before you could put anything together, you bounced off of a checkered floor. âHmm? Thatâs weirdâ, a voice commented behind you. âdriew si ecaf ruoyâ is the closest I could decipher a higher pitched sound. âWell, since we have one more guest all to ourselves, welcome!â the first voice belted.
The lights went out except for one pointing to a slightly elevated floor you guessed was a stage, given the red curtain on the wall. âYes, you there! Welcome to the Amazing Digital Circus!â A bubble with chainchomp teeth was blowing a trumpet next to⌠you couldnât really call him âfacelessâ. Between his rows of teeth were his eyes. Other than that, no other facial features. Below that was something of a showmanâs red outfit only to be complimented by a top hat. âIâm Caine, thatâs Bubble, and I am currently running an adventure that should be over⌠nowâ.
With a snap of his fingers, a portal appeared. Out of it emerged a cotton doll girl, a small red and blue jester, a crying tragedy mask being held up by a red rope and⌠something made out of plastic, a tall purple rabbit in pink overalls and a big king piece from chess with bulging, uneven eyeballs and a robe. âAnd here is the rest of the rag tag crew! Ragatha, Pomni, Gangle, Zooble, Jax, and Kinger!â The jester stopped walking forward. âIs.. is that an NPC?â she pointed at you almost accusingly. The toothed creature flew in front of you. There was no part of your vision that wasnât crowded by him being in front of you. After a pause, something dinged. You think it might have been his hat? He backed off and flew into the air? What fever dream is this? What a weird game. âSorry, Pomni, you are no longer the new corn on the cob!â he announced. Then slot machine noises were around him, âAnywho, time to go through what would be an interesting adventure for our new arrival-â âwait!â Pomni objected. Caine stopped. âHm? You have an idea?â âI just.. I donât think an âadventureâ is what they need right now.â The ragdoll pipped up, âletâs say we have them meet the cast today, huh?â Caine shook sideways. You supposed his avatar was glitching. As if he reset himself, he went back to a more whimsical way of flying up. âFiiiine. You can all have turns interrogating the new castmate while I go..â and with that unfinished thought, he vanished. âI thought he would never leaveâ, cheered the bubble. A portal opened with a gloved hand that more than likely belonged to Caine holding a pin spawned near the bubble. The tip of the point splattered to the floor.
The splatters grew until the circus floor flooded about two feet up and was rising. Kinger was in his floating cave of pillows. âQuick, everyone, grab on!â Zooble and Gangle filled the inside with Kinger. You, Ragatha, Pomni, and Jax grabbed a corner of the fortâs floor. The water rose what you would guess is about 20 feet up? Man, this game is immersive! The rising seemed to stop here.
The four of you pull yourselves up on each corner. âWeâre sorry, are you okay?â the doll asked you. You just looked around at your situation. âItâs-itâs gonna be okay. I-I know itâs a lot and when you couldnât take the headset off, you might-â In the middle of the jesterâs attempt to de-escalate the circumstance, it hadnât occurred to you to even try that. You yanked as much as you could but no give. âWay to ruin the mood, Pomni!â the rabbit chimed in. âDonât mind him,â Ragatha defended.
Just then, two nearby overhead slides broke. One sent a few boards in your direction. The other had a bazooka with a cartoonishly explosive hammer in it? âWhat would we need that for-â as if to answer Pomni, a white pointed horn emerged nearby. âOf course. So, do we just get on the boards and-â the horn tore through the fort, breaking it off in two. The rabbit tried to reach for the ribboned person. âHey! Gangle is not being dragged with you!â Zooble yelled at him and smacked him and subsequently you away.
Spinning off to the other side of the circus, the other half of the fort was but a spec now.
The tall rabbit slumped over. âIf they let me just get to her, I could have tied the sides together. Ugh.â You werenât entirely sure what was going on. You were definitely trapped in this situation as if itâs really happening to you. But itâs happening to him too, you think anyway. You notice youâre both actually closer to the bazooka than you were before. You point this out and the bunnyâs eyes light back up. âOh, OH! Letâs go!â Youâre just happy there was a way to defend yourself against the creature in the water.
Before you could start finding it, a shadow loomed over your makeshift raft. A huge purple spotted blue narwhal emerged behind the two of you. Its mouth opened wide and began sucking the water behind you, taking in the pillowed raft. To your side, you saw the yellow gloves of rabbit tear into the floor. âListen, sacrifice yourself here, and I will get you, okay? And donât tell anyone I did this.â His words confused you but you didnât have time to question it. Unfortunately for him, his side of the raft broke off into a stop sign in front of a ceiling slide. How inconveniently placed. Before you can register the comedy of the circumstance, the bunny flew back into the flowing water. Heâs scratching the smooth slide surfaces to no aid. Heâs screaming now. âNo, NO! Nono NO!â A lizard-like tongue yanks around his waist. âUgh, this is so gross. Just-â before his sentence finished, he was yanked to the back of the creatureâs mouth. The bazooka landed in your arms. Giving it a firm grip, you watched the lump go below the water, below the mouth, past the throat, and heâs down in the beast. You notice a bulge from the creatureâs stomach moving. Jax is punching the narwhal from inside.
You thought about aiming the bazooka there to get him out but you didnât have time. The water sucking picked up faster than you thought. You were between gripping the raft or the bazooka. You figure the fortress is gone anyway so you cling onto what might be useful. You land on a surprisingly smooth tongue, as if the narwhal is going easier on you. It sways you to and fro in its mouth before slowly leaning back. Every way out is guarded by teeth. You tried clinging to any of them to no avail. Slipping, slipping, down the tongue towards the throat. It was surprisingly small for its outwardly gigantic size.
You genuinely wondered if you could fit or how Jax did. Sure enough, your curiosity was answered by the cavern to the stomach expanding as if to accompany your size, but just barely. The fleshy slide sucked you down and down, slimming all over you and rolling down your back, until your feet felt a freeing space below. You kick helplessly but that doesnât stop your descent. You plop down into a puddle beside the crouched rabbit whose one fist was banging the stomach wall. His ear perked and his head followed, âyou got the-yes!â He took the destructive instrument from you. Aiming towards the floor, he gives you a salute before pulling the trigger.
You expected an explosion. With a small puff, a sign came out of the hammer that read âtry againâ. The rabbit threw the toy gun and went back to pounding the insides, screaming, âLET US OUT OF HERE NOW!â Eventually, his palms opened and he slumped to the floor in defeat. You sat beside him. âOf course all this panicking is making me hungryâ. You couldnât tell if the growling came from your new surroundings or him. âThereâs not even anything in here! Ughh!â A few puddles but it is otherwise empty. You take a second to watch the fleshy pulsating walls, as if you had anything else to do or look at, and ask âis.. it getting tighter in here?â The irritated bun lifted himself from his slump. âYou claustrophobic? Thatâs gonna suck.â You shake your head. You both stare. Yeah, it is closing in here. âWell this is just great!â
He walked around the little free space you both shared. He glanced at you momentarily, looking you up and down. âL- listen, itâs not ideal, but I actually need this. I canât just be trapped here and do nothing! Ugh, thatâs it!â He grabbed your shoulders fiercely before realizing how angry heâs sounding. His eyes dilate black. âLook, Iâve seen the way you stare at my body, so why not? You know what Iâm talking about. Weâre already in this mess anyway. No one can ever see us anyway if youâre worried about that, not that it mattersâ. He lifted you up. Giving you the illusion of choice while holding you up helplessly in a confined space is definitely a thing you can do. Itâs not necessary but you guess he suddenly cared about your opinion. âYou will be fine, stop squirming! Not that it matters.â He opened his mouth. Despite being in a stomach already, you can feel the warmth of his breath in front of you. You try ripping his overalls but they just tightly snap back to him. You kick against his chest but he giggles. âYou really think youâre gonna survive here, Newbie NoName? Please. Squirm more, thatâs clearly working! Thereâs not even anywhere to run if it did work! How pathetic for you! Now, down you go, get in here, my little Jax toyâ. He shoved your head in his mouth. His teeth look sharper than they are, barely grazing you.
As Jax is getting a better handle on the rest of your restless body, you look ahead (not that you can look much elsewhere right now) at his throat. He extends his tongue and slowly starts lifting you higher, just for you to go lower into him. The throat surrounds your head now. A hard gulp roars around your ears. Youâre staring at the tunnel that only leads to one place, where food goes. You hear a muffled, âcâmon, down you goâ before he pushes more. Gulp after gulp, your shoulders disappear, then your midsection. Your head finally lands in a small, gurgling pool. At least it was empty. Your legs kick outside but youâre too far in. You hear him laughing at your attempt. âYup, youâre doneâ. With a final swallow, your body meets the rest of you inside the purple rabbitâs tummy. Itâs even more cramped in here so you shimmy around to get yourself comfortable. You could be stuck in here for.. who knows how long. Even though you didnât have a time based sense of urgency, you instinctively wanted to escape. You start kicking Jax. âWoah, easy there, tiger. Thatâs not gonna do anything.â Your surroundings rumbled around you. âOh, I lied. It technically does. It does that. Keep doing that and, well, you know. At least someone else is as miserable in here with me.â You felt a hand behind you from the outside. Jax is petting you? Or maybe he feels sick. Can you feel sick here? A virus is a virus, you figure. He sloshes his stomach around now. âYou feel that, huh? Yeah! I have you now and thereâs nowhere you can go! Trapped and pathetic, thatâs what you are.â You feel heâs ignoring the obvious, that heâs not much more trapped than you are. Does he think heâs.. torturing you? Itâs perplexing because the rocking is actually soothing you rather than scaring you, almost like a massage. If he really wanted to beat you, he could.
You were settling in again. At this point, you just accept whatever happens is going to happen. You accidentally shove his side and you heard a slight thumping sound. âWhat was that?â you inquired. âN-nothing! Itâs just like you, nothing!â So it wasnât from the outside and he isnât telling you. You push his side again. The thumping gets louder. âH-hey! Donât you-â You ignore him. You feel his one arm gripping around his stomach leaning down and the other hand slaps the top of your head. âQuit-quit it! Grragh!â You let the thumping happen for a few more moments before releasing the rabbit. If you had to guess, you hit a tickle spot. âLook, Iâm not letting you back up. You stay and you will like it in there because I said so, got it?â
Jaxâs ears perk and he stands straight up. You hear a whistling coming from outside. The other group found the correct bazooka, which was really in a tiny pen that shouldnât fit such a weapon by the laws of physics. Given where you are though, screw physics. The missile made a hole in the floor in front of the narwhal. The hole was tight, so tight in fact that it pushed up anything inside for the narwhal to fit. Jax was being shot up the throat. You heard moaning noises. âOh, oh no. Ohhâ Jax clenched his stomach in pain. Jax hit a spine in the narwhalâs mouth that made you fly out of him. You slid from various stomach liquids onto the floor in front of the rest of the group. Jax flew over you and hit a tent pole. He slides down and hurdles in pain. What a day that was.
