#wombatwrites

*Heads up for some fearplay.

*Also vore warning. If you're not into that, why are you even on this blog?

*One last warning: mentions of digestion

A/N: About frackin time I finish this thing. I hope you guys enjoy. This is my first time completely writing out a vore fic. I struggle with endings, so if it sucks, blame it on that and not my writing skills 😜. Thanks for reading 💜

As you stare up at the being towering before you, you feel a mix of emotions. Fear is a big one. The fear of having something so large in front of your now two-inch form. To keep from freaking out, you choose to focus on the annoyance at yet another prank from the god of mischief. "Loki, you jerk! Put me back to my normal size!"

"What's that? It's difficult to hear you from so far away," he smirks as he bends down, plucking you up by the waist. He chuckles at the involuntary squeak you make. "How adorable. You sound like a little mouse."

"This isn't funny," you shout, kicking your legs. "Put me down!"

"What if I don't want to?"

"Then I'll kick your butt!"

"As entertaining as that would be, that might be difficult at your size."

You shove at his fingers, trying to climb on top of them to escape, "then turn me back!"

"So you can kick my butt? I don't think so. Besides," he moves you closer to his face, "we haven't had any fun yet."

Your heart skips a beat at this but you quickly try to mask it, "what... what kind of fun?" Your fear only grows as he gets a predatory grin and licks his lips. "You wouldn't!"

"Wouldn't I?" He shifts to hold you by your wrists, raising you above his face.

Surely he won't do anything. He's pranked you plenty of times, but your life was never in danger. He's just trying to scare you... and it's working. "Loki..." your voice comes out much quieter than you planned, "Loki, this joke has already gotten old. Please just fix me so I can get on with my day."

"You're getting bored? Funny, I was too. We should just move things along. Make it more... interesting."

He begins to lower you. At first you're relieved, thinking he's going to set you down. That relief is instantly torn away from you as Loki opens his mouth and licks at your legs. You yelp at the feeling. "What is wrong with you!? Let me go!"

"Well, if you insist," he chuckles, his breath washing over you. Suddenly, you feel his grip on you release and you begin to fall, screaming all the while.

The drop doesn't last long as you land on the soft, wet muscle. You're unable to move, still in shock as you try to process what just happened. You regain your senses and start to scream, but are cut off as you're plunged into darkness. The darkness is accompanied by a soft click of teeth. You realize that Loki has closed his mouth.

Finally achieving the realization of what's going to happen, you start to thrash. In a panicked voice, you shriek, "leT ME OUT!" Your struggles are halted as you're pressed to the roof of his mouth.

Loki hums in delight at your movements, causing the "room" around you to vibrate. He easily tosses you around his mouth, as if enjoying a piece of candy. You fight against his powerful tongue, but you only succeed in tiring yourself out. Feeling that your body is much more limp, Loki stops, allowing you to catch your breath.

"Please... please let me out," you cry. You're devastated when there's no response. You're about to plead more, when light floods the moist cavern. You squint towards his now open mouth, framed by his teeth. Your only way to escape. You instantly start crawling towards the exit. You become a bit hesitant near his teeth, but the prospect of freedom is much more enticing.

You cautiously start trying to climb out. You manage to get the top half of your body out with little trouble. Elated, you go to pull yourself the rest of the way out. However, just as you begin to move, you're pinned between his lips. You scream in terror as he begins to lightly apply pressure with his teeth. You want to beg, "please! Let me go! I don't want to be eaten," but all that comes out is a distressed wail.

You think he might have actually understood what you were trying to say as he gently grabs your arms and drags you the rest of the way out of his mouth. You feel as if you'll be sick as your feet are pulled free with a wet pop. You feel absolutely pathetic as your soaked, bedraggled body dangles in front of his smirking face. "Tha- thank you," you pant.

"For what? I'm not finished with you yet." This time, he slowly drags his tongue up your body. Instead of a scream, the only sound you manage is a weak whimper. You realize he only wanted to see your fear. He continues to coat your body with saliva, licking long and slow. You're a mess, quietly sobbing, too tired to fight every time he presses you to his tongue.

"Aw, where did all that fight go? It's not as much fun when I can't feel your delicious wriggling."

You glare at him with as much malice as your tiny, exhausted body can muster. He chuckles at this, "I can see you still have some fight in you. You're just holding back on me. That won't do at all now, will it? I think I know what might provoke more of a reaction."

You're now being held by your ankles. He slowly begins lowering you into his open mouth, giving you a perfect view of the back of his throat. Just as Loki had wanted, you resume thrashing and screaming. He closes his mouth around your torso and drags you back out of his mouth.

Unfortunately for you, Loki seems to be getting bored of the teasing. "As fun as this is, I think it's time for you to see your new home." Ignoring the crying and screaming, he puts you back in his mouth, one last time.

You're doing whatever you can to keep from being eaten: clinging to his fingers, kicking at his lips, hitting at whatever you can reach. Nothing slows him down. He closes his mouth, once again leaving you in darkness.

"Loki, please! I don- I don't want to die," you sob. Your pleas fall on deaf ears as he swallows. Your legs are down his throat in an instant. "I'm begging you! Please, let me-" your cut off as he swallows once more. With a sickening gulp, you're completely encased in his throat.

You try to climb back out or at least slow your descent, but the tight pressure restricts your movement. Peristalsis kicks in and you're slowly forced further into his body. You feel an increased pressure against you that follows you as you descend. It doesn't take long for you to realize it's Loki's finger, feeling his treat as it heads to his stomach. You can only imagine how this looks from the outside as the little lump you create slips past his collarbone and all traces of you vanish from the outside world.

You give up fighting and feel utterly hopeless. To keep from freaking out any further, you try to distact yourself from your inevitable fate. You focus on the loud, powerful sound of Loki's heartbeat. This strategy works until you realize you're now able to move your legs. At first, you're thrilled with the increased mobility, until you realize it means you've reached the stomach. You give one last futile attempt to scrambke back up before plopping into the much more open space.

You decide to plead for your life one last time. You press at the walls of his stomach to get his attention, "Loki, you've taken this to far. Please, let me out! I don't care if you keep me small, but I don't want to be digested. Please..." Your pleas fade into crying.

There's no response at first. After a few seconds, you feel him gently pat at where you're sitting. "You're not going to die. Where's the fun in that?"

"I-I'm not?"

"No. Think about this for a moment: if you were sitting in acid, don't you think it would hurt or at least itch? I was tricking you."

You look at your arms and realize he's right. Your fear is replace by anger, "so you let me think I was gonna die just for a laugh!?"

"What other reason would I have?"

"I hate you sometimes," you grump, angrily kicking him.

"That's what makes tricking you so fun."

"Whatever. Are you gonna let me out now?"

"Of course not. It bothers you, so I'm going to keep you in there for awhile longer. You might as well make yourself comfortable."