Day 4) Depths
#4 of Voretober
One can get lost in a trance. Enamoured by a dangerous allure a deeper and yet deeper pit. From which there is no return.
CWS: implied vore, implied digestion, hypnosis, bone breaking, fatal, implied sexual penetration, implied blood
Elegy belongs to my very good friend GreenTrashPanda GreenTrashPanda
This was a lot of fun to write, one of my shortest stories yet in terms of word count. I really wanted to explore the first person perspective since I don't often see that a lot in vore. I thought I could bring something very unique to Voretober2022's Day 4 Prompt Depths.
How deep
Can one
Go
Before they
Drown...
"Sink." The words bubbled through my conscious
Pockets of air through the sultry allure
A thick purple miasma
Swimming in my mind
"Deeper." Who was I anyway? Does that even matter?
The lull of this mysterious voice, is it mine?
"Easy now." It certainly can't be, it's encouraging me.
I wouldn't encourage me.
That's a mistake.
Right?
"You should really love yourself more." Guh, what? No, this isn't right.
Who are you? What are you doing to me?
AHHHmmmOoo ha - ha.
That felt weird.
Something is penetrating me.
It is thick.
Slimy.
Invasive.
Writhing.
Wiggling.
Deeper.
And deeper.
"Good plaything, you're holding up well."
What are you?
OH FUCK!
Hoooh god, or mercy.
Harder!
Whatever you're doing.
Do it harder!
I can feel something outstretching my muzzle.
I can feel its pulse.
It feels good.
Your rhythmic motions.
"You're so.."
Intoxicating.
"I want.."
More.
More holes of mine invaded.
Sticky.
Slimy.
Wet.
Invading.
"Drip."
Something is dripping from me.
Is it blood?
"SNAP!"
OWWWW FUCK!
No go back!
Please!
I will be good.
"Drip."
"Drop."
"Drip."
"Drop."
Okay.
Okay, I think I am good now.
Yes, I am fine.
I can go so much deeper.
To the very bottom of this purple abyss.
I am his plaything. Elegy, my commander.
Please tell me what to do.
"Deeper."
Yes sir, I will sink deeper for you.
"CRUNCH."
It doesn't hurt.
It feels nice.
I think.
Maybe it's because I am going deeper.
Closer to the deep end.
The point of no return.
Or perhaps.
I am already there.
"Deeper."
Yes, I need to go deeper.
I must reach the bottom.
No one needs me.
Except elegy.
I can finally be useful.
To someone at least.
"CRUNCH!"
I am no longer sure what is being broken.
"SNAP"
I can feel my life fading.
"CRACK!"
I can't.
Breath.
"Gurgle."
It burns.
"Sizzle"
I'm boiling.
"Glurp."
I'm...
"Drowning"
But I need to go.
"Deeper."
Please.
"Glut!"
Oh god.
"Glorp"
It hurts so much.
"And"
I'm...
"CRUNNNCHHHHH!"
"Gone"