#tiny!sneeg

Techno was on the verge of turning around and going home, but after some hesitation, he still descended into the ravine where the naga slept.

And how surprised Philza was. Of course, humans woke him up by sneaking attacks while he was trying to bask in the sun or sleep. But this man was poking him in the belly with a stick. What the fuck?

Phil lifted Techno by his clothes, leaving him dangling helplessly in mid-air. "Ha-ha, hello...Um- funny story! And if you don't kill me, I'm willing to tell you about it." And Phil was curious, but when Techno got to the part about the artifact, the naga told him frankly that the human would have to take it by himself. Because of how small it was compared to the naga.

Of course, Techno wasn't happy and tried to find out if the naga was lying.

Philza simply said, "If I wanted to eat you, I'd have already. Take it yourself or go home before I change my mind." He has a point, but Techno was still scared. Because this was a BIG deal after all. His life was potentially in danger.

Despite Philza's words, Techno decides to protect himself and do something nice for the naga to reduce the chance of being digested even further. They talk a bit more, and Phil admits he can't get rid of the swords in his stomach. Techno agrees to safely retrieve them so they don't further traumatize the naga from within.

So, after a few humiliating screams and new trauma, Techno finally reaches the stomach. He finds what he was looking for and does what he promised the naga.

Phil says he feels the other human approaching.

And at that moment, something shifts in Techno's mind, and he asks Philza to scare Sneeg. Phil laughs and calls Techno vindictive, but the herbalist doesn't care. He was tired, and after everything he'd gone through today, he couldn't let Sneeg miss out on such an ‘unforgettable’ experience.

For Sneeg, everything is much more traumatic, and he apologizes to Techno in stomach for putting them both in danger. Finally, the herbalist admits it's a prank, and Philza releases them.

Later, Techno visits naga for purely 'medical' purposes, but Phil simply enjoys holding the human in his stomach while he's being 'checked.' After a while, they begin to argue, and Techno insists that he's not just 'someone who can be alive in his stomach,' but a friend.

Since Philza grew up in an unfair, cruel, and wild environment, he has to rethink some things. And Techno has to suppress his fear and hope that he sounds convincing enough to keep their friendship from becoming one-sided.

At some point, Philza realizes that he likes Techno as a person. He listens to all Techno's chatter about herbs and sometimes finds something of interest. And the naga begins to care for the human in his own way.

One day, Techno was so exhausted that he didn't notice Phil sneaking up on him. He screamed as warm breath hit him in the back.

While Techno was complaining, Phil noticed how shitty the human looked. “When did you sleep last?”

Herbalist tried to awkwardly get out of the conversation, but Philza insisted that he needed rest.

So Technoblade ended up trying to sleep in naga's stomach, shutting himself off from all the worries that awaited him. He said, “Now I have an official excuse for missing work.”

Philza chuckled, “Consider it a day off.” Naga put his hand on the place where Techno was lying. “Have a good rest, mate.”

That's all! Basically, Philza always considered humans as weak creatures when they were alone, but he didn't intentionally hunt them. However, some of them provoke a fight, and then you know their fates :] I enjoyed writing about the idea that someone could literally trust their own life to a stranger (especially a predator). And Techno taught Philza to notice small details that are also important. Sometimes he regrets that Phil has become so observant and can catch him in a lie more quickly.

Anyway! If I missed a trigger warning or tag, let me know!

Hopefully I'll return to publishing g/t stories soon, but I don't think I'll be publishing about vore often. (‘cause it's not that popular, and most of it will remain in drafts)

Gunshots fired as the human hunters tried desperately to catch Wilbur. He was being chased by around 5 or 6 of them and couldn’t afford to be caught, not while he had his friends with him. Behind him he heard the swoop in of powerful wings and an explosion that just barely grazed him with heat. Phil and Scott. Wilbur ran faster with the renewed hope that maybe he could get get himself and the tiny friends in his stomach to safety.

The night had started like any other, until Techno had burst into the pub with a panicked look on his usually stoic face. The change in his behavior made Wilbur shiver, and Phil seemed to get the same impression, given that he immediately went to Techno to see what was wrong. Techno explained that he had seen hybrid hunters in the woods and, being a human himself, gained their trust enough to lead them in the opposite direction of the pub, giving the halflings at least a little time before the hunters would realize their mistake and actually find them.

And of course everyone decided that Wilbur would be the best option to keep the smaller hybrids safe because they “couldn’t defend themselves against the hunters.” Well, just because Wilbur was bigger didn’t mean he was automatically some trained fighter. The best he had going for him were his claws, and even those couldn’t get him that far. But at least he could hide.

At least…he thought he could. The game plan that the hybrids quickly made up at the pub was that the larger hybrids would fight the hunters while Wilbur swallowed the smaller ones and sunk underground to hide them. He had done it with Tommy before, so what was the harm in it?

A lot, apparently, since having one person in your stomach is apparently a lot less cumbersome than five, all varying sizes and…textures? Was that the right term to describe whatever he felt when Charlie moved? Wilbur didn’t know, he just knew that feeling six inch tall avian Tommy moving in his gut felt a lot different when he was accompanied by Tubbo, Sneeg, Charlie, and Fundy, who were five inches, three inches, a foot, and a foot and a half, respectively. Needless to say, he felt a bit full. And slower. And if they kept moving around like that they’d make him nauseous, too.

Things only got worse when he realized that as cool as it was that anyone he ate could walk through walls with him, that’s all he had ever attempted with anyone inside. So when he tried to hide in the ground with them as the hunters approached, he was regretfully informed by Charlie that everyone else besides him needed oxygen, and currently couldn’t breath. Wilbur panicked and went to the surface, being immediately spotted by the hunters that had been walking over head, (which probably could have been avoided if Wilbur had remembered that going invisible was a conscious decision and not a reflex), which led to his current situation.

He felt the already cramped occupants of his belly sliding back and forth uncomfortably as Wilbur zig-zagged in an attempt to lose the hunters that hadn’t been stopped by Phil or Scott. A few more chasing him fell into giant spider webs that had been hidden amongst the trees, curtesy of Jschlatt, probably, as Wilbur ran on towards an oncoming drop off that he hoped would be enough to lose the hunters and buy him a little time.

“Could you maybe slow down just a bit?!” Wilbur heard Fundy yell as he felt the fox hybrid slam against the top of his stomach as Wilbur slid down the hill, and then slam down again as Wilbur reached the bottom and continued to run. “Sorry, let me just slow down and get us all murdered by hunters for your convenience.” Wilbur shot back. “You have no room to complain, your the one making us all cramped.” Tubbo muttered. “Yeah, Wil, spit him out. Maybe if the hunters catch him they’ll leave us alone!” Tommy snickered as Wilbur felt him hit the bottom of his stomach a good few seconds after everyone else. Fucking feather falling bastard. A few others retorted that it’d be a necessary sacrifice if the time came and soon enough Wilbur had to deal with all of the tinies shoving at and yelling at each other.

“Would you all please settle down and shut up!!” Wilbur yelled as he punched himself in the stomach, getting various complaints from the gesture.

“They giving you a hard time?” Wilbur heard from behind him. The phantling didn’t even need to see his face to know who it was, but Tubbo helpfully supplied the information anyways, recognizing the voice as well. “Ranboo!!”

Wilbur laughed slightly at how excited Tubbo got from just hearing the enderian, before turning to face him. “As always. Hows everyone else?”

“Holding up.” Ranboo answered. “Jack managed to find the hunters set up and burn most of their supplies.” Wilbur chuckled at that. “At least he can do something. Hey, by any chance, do you know where I could hide to keep from being killed by the hunters chasing me?” As if on que, a couple hunters burst from surrounding fauna and tried to attack before Ranboo grabbed Wilbur’s arm and teleported out of the humans’ view.

“Why not just go underground like we talked about?” Ranboo continued as if nothing had happened and as if Wilbur and everyone in him didn’t feel jetlagged from the sudden teleportation. Wilbur shook his head a bit to clear his mind before answering. “Apparently people need oxygen.” Ranboo cringed. “…right. Well, I might know a place, if Tubbo says it’s alright to disclose.” Ranboo stated, pointing to Wilbur’s stomach.

“Ooohhhh, right, the secret base-thing. You can tell him it’s alright, Wil.” Tubbo answered. Wilbur’s look shifted to one of confusion as he looked back up at Ranboo. “Since when do you and Tubbo have a secret base??”

“I’m going to assume that means it’s alright by him if I talk about it.” Ranboo said. “It’s by the shoreside under the water of the lake Niki lives in. She can probably cover for you from there.” Wilbur beamed. “Ranboo, that’s brilliant!!” He said as he took off running towards the lake. “Your welcome!” Ranboo shouted before teleporting back to deal with the hunters he had helped Wilbur escape from.

It had taken practically no time and only a small bit of complaining before Wilbur and his stowaways had reached the lake, where hunters were just going up to to refill canteens. A smug grin grew on Wilbur’s face as he watched his friend rise to the surface of the water and use her tail to drench the unsuspecting hunters in water. The startled humans floundered for a moment before finally noticing the nearly twenty foot tall siren that had come to the surface. They tried to reach for their guns but were to slow as Nikis tail slammed into them and sent them flying.

Realizing this was his chance, Wilbur sprinted up to the waterside. Niki was about to swat him too before she realized who he was, and Wilbur was able to quickly explain everything to her. It wasn’t long after that that Tubbo managed to direct Wilbur to the base using verbal queues as Niki scared off any hunters that dared come to close. Soon enough Wilbur was able to safely and (more importantly) quickly fall through the floor to get to the base where he finally let himself sit down and relax. He laid a hand on his slightly distended stomach and rubbed at it out of instinct as he felt his friends press against the walls.

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