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Nameless Vox Machina Vore Fanfic Part 2.
(Read Chapter 1 First)
All characters and most inventions mentioned in this piece of writing belong to the creators of Critical Role/The legend of Vox Machina.
Based specifically on the incarnations of the characters from The Legend of Vox Machina rather their original Critical Role variations.
Warning, contains soft m/m, non-fatal, non-sexual vore and general micro content.
Takes place in an indeterminate point in the series and contains no plot spoilers for either season.
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Everyone else paused for breath as the massive body crashed to the ground. Grog put his axe in it one last time just to make sure it was dead dead, then they nodded to each other. Keyleth changed back to her human form having been favouring the tiger for combat, and they did a headcount.
Vax nursing a battered leg, Vex untouched from keeping her distance, Grog bruised and battered but grinning like it was his birthday, Keylith now fine in her human form and Pike rushing between them, clutching her own injured shoulder, checking for injuries on her friends first.
“Where's Percy?” Vax was the first to say it.
“He was just...” Vex blinked as she saw the shattered trunk of the tree bent over where the gunslinger had been. “Everyone follow!” she shouted, as they all surged towards the missing member(s) of the team's last location.
The tree, loose from the failing grasp of the flailing cyclops as its body had fallen, had crashed hard into Percy's chest and middle, knocking him from his vantage point. He hadn't gone far, lying just a few metres down from where the tree had struck, writhing in apparent agony.
Pike jumped in, her hand glowing brightly as she tried to push a healing spell into him, but though his grazes and bruises faded, the writhing didn't stop. The gnome looked in confusion at Vex. “He's not hurt... there's no bad injury...”
“No,” panted Percy, his hands clenching “It's Scanlan... he's...”
“Is he hurt?”
“No... he's...” he pressed two fingers over a point of agonising pain in his belly, his breath hitching, “I don't know... stuck?”
“Stuck?” Pike frowned, pressing her ear against the area, apologising as Percy shouted in pain at the extra pressure, but trying to listen anyway. “Scanlan?” she called.
Scanlan was indeed stuck, awkwardly wedged headfirst into somewhere he really didn't want to be. But his arms were pinned to his sides by a powerful ring of muscle, and he couldn't move in either direction. He had been hanging on as best he could during the fight, getting splatted around here and there with the gunslinger's movements, and when the impact had come, he had somehow found himself forced downwards by a terrific crushing blow. Now... he couldn't move either way, his breath was coming in short gasps under the tight pressure, and he could feel a trickle of blood seeping down his back where he was actively causing damage to the sensitive organ. When he heard Pike's voice so near, he twisted to try and shout back, but all he succeeded in doing was drawing a cry of pain from Percy that near deafened him. “Pike! Pike!” he called, hoping she could hear. “Help!”
“Scanlan! You okay? What's going on?”
“I'm stuck! I think that last hit crushed me part way into his guts but... I'm too big to go either way and my arms are pinned!” he tried to pull back up into the stomach but everything pinched again with another sound of pain from Percy, and he stopped, really not wanting to hurt the man. “I can't get back up!”
Pike, raising her head, relayed this to the others, “I'm going to try and manipulate him back up...” she said, a little cautious. “But it's going to hurt... a lot...” she gave Percy an apologetic look.
“Hold him,” Vex commanded to the others. Vax and Keyleth took an arm each, and Grog seized the man's legs.
“Wait, there's got to be another-” Percy began, but was silenced into a writhing groan of pain as Pike pressed gentle fingers to his shirt, quickly locating the little lump beneath it, and after giving a warning nod to the others, digging the heel of her palm firmly into the area, trying to force the bulge upwards. Unfortunately, the tensing muscles protecting the area made it extremely difficult to 'dig' the pressure into the right place, and all she really succeeded in doing was aggravating the situation, and drawing a cry of pain from both of them that echoed into the hills.
“What are we going to do?!” muttered Vex, when after several attempts it became clear that this wasn't working. “If Scanlan is stuck like this and the potion wears off they will probably both die... we have plenty of hours before that but...”
“PIKE PIKE LISTEN!” the muffled shouting drew their attention, and Pike pressed her head to the man's stomach once more, trying to hear over Percy's thunderous breathing. “I have an idea!” called the bard.
“What is it Scanlan? Because we're all out.”
“There's... another potion in my bag. Like this one. Small purple bottle. I wanted a backup in case the first one was a dud or something...”
“And?”
“Use it on someone! They can come in here and pull me out!”
Pike straightened up and looked around at the group. “He has another of these potions... he's suggesting someone go in and pull him free...” They all looked at each other for a moment before the gnome continued, “It should be me... I'm small and I can heal them both if they're hurt...”
“No, that leaves the rest of us without a healer and there's a risk you might not be strong enough to pull him out by yourself,” Vex shook her head, “You were injured in the fight too,” she gestured at the gnome's shoulder.
“I'm strong?” suggested Grog, but Vex still shook her head, “You're too big Grog... even with the potion there's no way Percy could choke you down.”
“What about me?” Keyleth spoke up, “If I'm not strong enough I can turn into something that is...”
“What if the potion doesn't affect your other forms?” said Vex, “When you're injured in your other shapes they do not carry those injuries to you... there is a risk this potion will be the same and you could turn into something large enough to kill Percy. We only have one potion, we only have one shot,” she looked at Vax. “brother?”
The half elf looked reluctant, “I don't... why me?”
“You're thin enough for him to swallow, strong enough to pull Scanlan out, and sensible enough not to cut his throat for causing all of this.”
“Are you sure about the latter?” muttered Vax.
“Vax'ildan,” Vex used his full name as she gave him a hard look.
“Well why can't you do it?!” he asked indignantly.
“Because someone with a half sensible head has to remain out here to manage these lunatics and because I don't know if I'm strong enough to pull him free.”
Vax sighed, “Fine. Fine. But you all owe me for this.”
“Do I get a say at all in this?” puffed Percy, managing to find his words again through the pain. “It's my stomach!”
Grog rummaged in Scanlan's bag for the potion. “Not unless you got a better idea?” he said, as he found it and offered it to Vax.
Percy, about to suggest the surgical method once more, was silenced by a rolling wave of agony as his body tried to eject the offending item that was causing such damage. He couldn't tell exactly what was causing the pain, but in reality, the situation was worsening. Undiluted stomach acids were trickling down past Scanlan, aggravating the split in the delicate flesh the gnome was causing by his mere presence, and the sensitive flesh beyond.
Vax was encouraged by the look of pain on his friend's face at this, knowing Percy wasn't a stranger to suffering and was definitely not inclined to lie about how bad this was. He grunted in quiet reluctance before opening the phial and downing the contents, grimacing at the flavour. “That was... vile...” he commented, scowling for a moment before promptly collapsing on the ground.
“Brother!” Vex moved to catch him a little late, but managed to turn him over so he at least wasn't face down in the dirt. “Is that supposed to happen?” she looked at Grog.
“Happened to Scanlan too,” confirmed the Goliath. “Give it a second it'll do its thing...”
He was right, a moment later Vax's form glittered with a bright purple light, and he began to change size, shrinking down in only a couple of seconds, leaving a tiny, prone form at a mere seven inches in height. Vex delicately picked him up off the ground, cradling him close, “Brother?”
Vax awoke only a moment later with a gasp, clutching at himself and looking around at the daunting new world. “Oh no... it worked...”
“Well we were kind of relying on that,” said Pike, as Vex turned to show them he was ready.
“Well, I only kind of wasn't,” muttered Vax.
“Okay we gotta hurry,” said Grog, “Before sumthin gets worse,”
Pike nodded, “Percy, you ready?”
The gunslinger squirmed a little bit on the ground, trying to free his other arm from Keyleth's grasp. “If I could just...”
Grog clearly took this to be an objection, because he stood up, gently taking hold of Vax with surprisingly careful fingers, and loomed over Percy, “Open wide then, time for medicine,” he brushed away Percy's free hand and used powerful fingers to open up the man's jaw before starting to bodily stuff Vax inside before anyone could move to stop him.
Percy, who had only been wanting a moment to sit up and collect his shattered dignity a little, was now treated to a further indignity and pain as the half-elf was forced far too hard into his throat. He struggled, trying to choke or fight back, but the aching pain in his middle had stolen away all of his strength. After a moment of wriggling, he realised it was easier to just get it over with than fight Grog on this, and he gave an awkward, dry swallow. His throat strained to get a grasp on the overlarge, overly dry blockage, struggling with its given task, but Grog's powerful fingers were still 'helping' by forcing the delicate little legs down. Vax was squirming, Percy could feel every wriggle and kick against his delicate throat and palate, and he felt a surge of guilt at having been instrumental in putting the half elf in this situation. He swallowed again, trying to get Vax away from the rough hands of the Goliath, and at least to the safety of his final destination, even if it was not something either of them wanted.
He coughed as the large shape was forced under his collarbone, new strains and pains surging from both his throat's battle with the large shape, and his belly's battle with Scanlan. He did badly want both pains to end but this was not how he would have gone about it.
“Buddies that might have been a little rough...” Pike's voice stated the obvious as Percy's face twisted in indignation and pain.
Vax, shuddering and trying not to fight as powerful muscles crushed his small form, was treated to a first class view of Percy's insides, his elf-eyes perfectly able to show him what he had no desire to see in the darkness. He didn't blame the gunslinger... the man had been as much a victim in this as he now was. Perhaps Vex had been wrong... maybe he would murder Scanlan when he got him out.
He tried to keep as still as he could as the body did its work with ruthless efficiency, dragging him downwards, not wanting to cause further pain when Percy's heart was racing from the existing trauma. He saw a tight ring of muscle ahead, and closed his eyes as he was forced up against it. There was a moment of strain before it gave way, and he was rolled into a tight, pinching chamber of muscle with a sour smell. He took a moment to draw breath and get his bearings before a muffled shouting drew his attention, and he saw Scanlan's butt and legs sticking from the lower sphincter. Blood was pooling in the stomach from a deep split in the delicate ring of muscle, and the elf grimaced as he squirmed to grab the legs. “I ought to push you through here and let you take the long route out...” he muttered, as he caught his breath, getting ready to pull. “But there's no guarantee you'd be out in time and I don't think Percy would appreciate it,” he looked upwards and shouted. “Hold him! This is going to hurt... a lot!”
He waited a moment for them to respond to his call, until he heard a shout of confirmation from Vex. Then, he grasped Scanlan more firmly, braced his own legs against the floor, putting the majority of focus on the one he didn't injure in the fight, and then yanked for all he was worth.
The entire space seemed to implode on them as he did so, as every muscle Percy possessed in that area of his body pinched down in reaction to the assault. A shriek of pain echoed through the lungs and abdomen loudly enough to leave the elf's ears ringing, and he silently apologised to Percy over and over as he gave one last tug and yanked the gnome back into the stomach. He let go of Scanlan and squirmed to check on the damaged area, grimacing to see how deeply the split in the muscle had run. “Pike!” he shouted, unable to hear anything other than the ringing from Percy's scream. “Scanlan's out! But Percy is hurt! Can you heal him?”
There was a pause... so long he was worried they hadn't heard him, and he was drawing breath for another shout when the area began to glow faintly, and the tear began to seal itself. Acid damaged and angry flesh healed before his eyes, and the half elf collapsed backwards onto the soft flesh to catch his breath.
“Th-thanks for pulling me out of that one,” panted Scanlan beside him.
“You owe me so much for this,” replied Vax, weakly hitting the gnome on the arm.
As the pain in his guts and belly faded under Pike's healing hands, and his throat's terrible aching eased, Percy managed to catch his breath at last. He managed to gather himself enough to push Grog away from where he was looming over him, looking concerned. He then sat up, dusted himself off, thanked Pike and stood up, calmly picking up Bad News as he walked away from the others.
They exchanged worried looks, and Keyleth moved as if to follow, but Vex gently caught her, “Give him a moment,” she said softly.
Percy took himself off down the path a short ways, dropped the gun, let out an angry shout, kicked a rock down the side of the hill as he did so, then quietly sat down on a boulder beside the road, and laid a hand on his stomach, feeling a distinct roundness pushing against his shirt now. He hadn't asked for any of this but in fairness, neither had Vax. “Vax?” he asked, his voice surprisingly soft and gentle for a man who had been screaming moments before. “Are you well?”
“I... don't really know if I'd call it that...” replied the half elf, who was now awkwardly sharing the limited space with a somewhat subdued Scanlan. He extended a hand to push back against the pressure from the outside, his touch gentle and cautious. “Are you?”
“I live,” confirmed Percy. “Though I mourn the complete loss of my dignity... I'm sorry, about all of that... I never intended for Grog to...”
“It's alright, neither of us did. At least it was over with fast.”
Percy gently picked up Bad News and fiddled with the gun, looking down the sight and checking it was undamaged, “Is... Scanlan okay?”
“He's fine. Perhaps finally realising what an idiot he is but... alive.”
“Good.” Percy quietly worked on the gun for a short time, preparing it for another use and storing it before just sitting, an arm gently around his middle as he waited for the others to pluck up the courage to come and talk to him.
In the end that did not take all that long.
Vex was the first, her step silent as she arrived at his side. “Percy darling?” she asked gently.
“Hm?”
“Is everyone... alright?”
He nodded, pushing his glasses up his nose a little. “We are all alive.”
“And well?”
“I don't know about that, but we are all alive.”
“Does it still hurt?”
“No, really. I'm quite alright now.”
“Then what's the matter?”
Percy sighed, his tone not touched with even the slightest anger as he replied, as he was not angry with anyone as much as he was with circumstances. “That was handled... indelicately.”
“I suppose it could have been gentler...”
Percy gave her a withering look. “I was not trying to refuse, and I object to having been force fed your brother in that manner. We might both have been injured.”
“Grog was only trying to help...”
“And that, is why I am glad Grog is not our healer,” Percy replied with a little sigh.
“Vax... is he alright?”
“He's unhurt. Mourning the loss of his dignity like I am.”
“May I speak with him?”
“I'd rather maintain a little space from everyone for now if you're alright with that,” Percy stood up, dusting himself off again.
Vex was visibly a little put out at being denied contact with her twin in this manner but she nodded despite her concern, and beckoned to the others. “Come on then. Let's head out before more of those things show up.”
They continued their hike, passing relatively uneventfully through the rest of the day and making camp shortly before nightfall.
Percy still maintained distance from the group through this. His anger had waned but his desire for space was still strong while his overfull stomach strained around his companions, making his body feel not quite his own any more. He sat quietly on a tree stump 'with' the group, but not within their circle, and barely touched any food, not really interested, only eating enough for Scanlan and Vax to have some.
Somehow nobody had thought to ask if he wanted to release Vax despite never agreeing to accommodate an additional person. Percy did not mind and even took solace in the company of his fellow victim of circumstance, but was still annoyed that nobody had thought to at least offer discussion on the subject as they had with Scanlan. It had merely been assumed that he would do it.
When night fell, Percy took himself off, and successfully convinced Scanlan to come out this time on the grounds he would be changing back to normal soon. His anger with the bard had long since waned, and he helped dry and de-slime the little man with gentle, tolerant hands before returning to the group and holding out the tiny man to Pike.
“Wha...” she stared in surprise at the tiny form, holding out her hands to accept him.
“He's going to change back soon,” explained Percy, “And you're the least likely to lose him.” He started to move away towards his bedroll, and Vex called after him, asking about Vax.
“Do not fear for your brother, he is safe, you shall have him back tomorrow,” replied Percy, not venomous but a little curt in his words. “Of everyone else here he has earned a warm bed and an early night.”
The group looked a little sheepishly at each other, and went back to their quiet conversation, aware that amends would need to be made with Percy once he was feeling more sociable.
Percy sighed as he settled into his bedroll, not tired but seeking a solitude only sleep could now provide him as his own body was not solely his own to occupy any more.
Vax settled with him, mercifully understanding and quiet through all of this, the half elf had spent the day trying to be as unnoticeable as possible.
The gunslinger, his expression softening as he felt the small man curled up, hugging his knees, gently ran a hand over his middle, “are you comfortable?”
“A... strange question really in these circumstances,” the response was in reasonably good humour and Percy let out a little chuckle.
“Well. At least you shall not feel the cold tonight. I shall not be moving around further... you can relax,”
“Will I... hurt you?”
“No I believe my stomach has suffered much worse today. Be gentle in your movement and I assure you, I will be fine.” He exhaled softly as the half elf's tense form shifted and moved into a more relaxed position, laying along the curve of his stomach. That was much more comfortable.
“You're not angry with the others, are you?” Vax sounded a little concerned. “You shouldn't be... they were only trying to help... and ultimately they did succeed in fixing the situation.”
The question came with a gentle press of a tiny hand, and Percy sighed as he raised his fingertips to gently meet it. “No. I am not angry. I am just not in the mood for socialising currently.”
“Except with me?”
“Well now I don't really see how either of us has much choice about that now do we?” They shared a chuckle, and Percy settled a little awkwardly on the bedroll, one arm tucked around his middle and the other under his head. “Don't worry. This should only last until the late morning for you, then we can work on making amends.”
“Thanks Percy... for putting up with me. Neither of us wanted this and despite that you still lugged me around all day... I appreciate it.”
Percy gave a little smile, “As you said. Neither of us wanted it, and it would be wrong of me to be angry with you for anything that happened. You were only trying to help. And you did. I'd still have Scanlan stuck halfway into my guts tearing me apart if not for you. For your part in that alone, you deserved a free lift... and what I hope is a reasonably comfortable bed.”
“It does beat sleeping on the ground,” commented the half elf, shifting a little where he lay.
They fell quiet, and both tried to find some comfort in the depths of sleep.
It was early the next morning morning, and the first fingers of dawn were just starting to creep across the sky when gentle hands on his shoulder woke Percy. Blinking sleepily, he looked up to see Vex standing over him, her face concerned and noticeably tired.
He immediately tensed, checking himself over, glad to find he was all intact, the morning was peaceful, and Vax still slept peacefully within him, the tiny chest expanding and contracting in soft little snores. “What? What's the matter?” he asked, immediately worried.
“It seems Scanlan may have held out one teeny but critical detail,” explained Vex.
Percy sat up, locating his glasses and putting them on before looking around. “Where is he?”
“Come,” she led him over to the now burned out campfire, where everyone else was sitting, their faces sombre. Scanlan, settled on Pike's knee, was looking a bit sheepish.
Percy sat, tugging his coat around himself to shield his middle as he eyed the group in a mixture of concern and apprehension, “What is it?”
“We waited up for Scanlan to return to normal but... he didn't,” sighed Pike.
“Mhmm?” Percy raised an eyebrow at the bard, who looked away, folding his arms.
“Well. That potion seller scammed me.” Began Scanlan, looking offended. “She said the effects would PROBABLY wear off in about a day but recommended I buy the antidote 'just in case'... But she was charging TWICE the price for the antidote that the base potion cost!”
Percy frowned, reading into this, “So what you're telling me is... it... won't wear off, or at least might not... and you didn't pay for any antidote?”
Scanlan avoided eye contact as he nodded. “It... is starting to look that way.”
Percy brought a hand to his face and buried his eyes in his palm, pinching his temples. “So... we are down two team members, we have none of this antidote to fix it, you took a risk and got screwed, and we're supposed to... what... walk all the way back to get some?”
The bard looked at the ground. “I... thought it would wear off... it still might?”
Percy sighed deeply. “Well. Looks like we had better start preparing for a long walk then,” he stood up, “And do not even think about expecting me to give you a lift this time Scanlan. Better start asking around because I am at my occupancy limit.” He sighed and went to start packing away his bedroll, a hand on his stomach as he wondered how he was going to break this particular piece of news to Vax. The half elf was still snoring away, cuddled warmly against him, and Percy didn't have the heart to wake him with such bad news. He'd let him sleep in peace just a little longer.
END
For now.
Until I think of some fresh hell for them.