Tired (A Very Short Story)

By: TheDragonBoy

Summary

This one’s pretty different compared to my other stuff, mainly in that it’s really, really short. I was really tired yesterday, and just before I got home I had this idea for a vore scene. Often, when I get ideas like that, I build them out into entire stories, but this time I wanted to write just that one scene and leave it in isolation. With this moment and the feeling that spawned it captured, all the context is up to you.

Content

“How are you doing in there?” asked the girl with the bulging belly. Her voice distant, her eyes slightly closed, with a slight smile across her lips.

The reply took a moment to come, slow and heavy.

“…Hot… and tired…” replied the hidden voice of the other girl. She’d long since surrendered control of her limbs, now just sagging weights she could feel pulling her body down, sinking into the tight enclosure of the fleshy walls. Her breaths were slow, with distinct pauses in between, as if her body was each time uncertain if it could muster the energy for another. Still, buried under all that exhaustion, one could hear that faint note of contentment, like a child happily settling into bed.

“You think you’re ready?” She sounded a bit tired herself. Was the huge meal resting heavily in her belly lulling her towards sleep? Or was it just subliminal sympathy?

There was a deep, drawn out grumble, felt by both of them as it rumbled and then faded back into silence like some strange organic thunder.

“Yeah, I’m ready for you,” she replied, her words even heavier now, barely clear enough to hear, even in the quiet room.

Reaching out for her bulging belly, she placed on it a loving hand, and then she searched for what little tension was left in her body, and let herself relax, leaning back into the wall behind her and letting her eyelids dip a bit further.

There was another groan from her belly, louder this time. Gases and liquids weaved and flowed within. And among them, she felt the tiniest little bump, as the hidden girl’s head finally sunk fully against the inner walls of her stomach. Hidden from all, but for the two of them. The little rhythms of heart and lungs inside dwindled softer and softer, becoming lost within her own, fading together into one.

“Together forever,” whispered the girl in the empty room as she shut her eyes. And in the silence, she heard the faintest of whispers, as clearly and sharply as if it had been whispered inside her ear:

“Forever.”