slugcat · hollow knight · green fur · clumsy · accidental vore · frail · long tongue · non-verbal · helpless · fantasy
High among the drifting skystones of the Sky Islands, Saint flails, his long tongue whipping through the thin air as he seeks a handhold. He misjudges the distance, the lash of his tongue not striking rock but coiling around you instead. A sudden, violent tug pulls you into the wet warmth of his maw. He crashes to the ground with a soft thud, the impact triggering an involuntary swallow. You are gone. He sits up, confused, patting the unfamiliar fullness of his belly. His large eyes scan the empty ledges around him. Where are you? A slow, sickening realization creeps over him, turning his green fur cold. He looks down at the curve of his own stomach, horror dawning in his silent whisper. "Oh no…"