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Nameless Vox Machina Vore Fanfic Part 1.
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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Scanlan let out a little giggle to himself as he clutched the glowing phial in his hand, keeping it hidden as he made his way towards Grog's sleeping form. How this prank war had started, neither of them remembered, but it was keeping them entertained on their long hike. The others not so much, as they were growing increasingly tired of being caught in the crossfire of their stupid games but it was keeping the gnome's spirit's high at least. He grinned a devious little grin as he reached the grey skinned form, who was snoring loudly, mouth open to the elements, one arm behind his head, apparently as comfortable on the hard ground as he would have been on a feather bed.
The gnome raised the phial, delicately removing the cork that sealed it, keeping it well away from his face as a little puff of magic sparkled from the top. He sure hoped this concoction had been worth it... he had paid a decent bit of cash for this, and if it turned out to be a dud he was going to be furious. He raised the thing carefully, holding it out over Grog's mouth, starting to tilt it.
However, as he did so, a powerful grey hand suddenly intercepted his face, holding it firmly, lifting the entire gnome off the Goliath with a grunt and glaring at him with a very awake eye. “Watcha doin there lil buddy?” Grog had clearly been faking sleep to fool him.
“Mffmmmff!” replied Scanlan, his mouth covered by the hand.
“Oh got sum magic I see?” Grog delicately took the phial from him and dropped the gnome, careful to ensure it was a rough but not damaging landing.
“No!” exclaimed Scanlan, on his feet immediately and jumping fruitlessly for the vial. “It's a... a drink. A special one. And it's mine so...”
“Oh a drink you say?” Grog observed the thing closely for a moment, clearly suspicious. “Then why were you trying to give it to me?”
“I wasn't. I was climbing over you to get out of sight of the others. Didn't feel like sharing, now gimme!”
Grog shrugged, “Alright, if that's what you want!” he grabbed Scanlan by the front of his shirt and lifted him up as though he weighed nothing. “Open wide!”
Scanlan opened his mouth to shout an objection, but Grog, who had clearly guessed his entire plan, poured the purple liquid straight into it. The gnome choked, trying to cough it out or turn his head but Grog's firm grip held him in place, and he had to swallow it or inhale, neither a good choice, but he chose the former unwillingly.
Grog dropped him again and sat down on a rock, watching with interest as the gnome rolled onto all fours, coughing. “That... that was...” he looked accusingly at Grog, “That was expensive!” he managed to mumble as a powerful magic seized him, and he briefly lost control of his body, falling face-first onto the ground.
Grog watched, a little curiously, as magic swept over the small man, then frowned and threw a blanket over him, worried the purple glowing light would draw someone's attention. The others were calmly sitting around the fire talking and drinking, not paying them any mind, and for now, the Goliath wanted to keep it that way. Grog blinked as the shape under the blanket suddenly disappeared, and he raised a corner of the material curiously, staring in delighted surprise at what he saw. The tiny gnome was now much, much tinier, maybe three and a half inches tall?! The Goliath blinked, reaching out and gently pinching the back of Scanlan's shirt, lifting him up, “huh...” he muttered, “This is a new magic...”
As Scanlan regained his senses, he exclaimed in shock, squirming and wriggling in horror. “Grog! Do you have any idea how much that cost me!”
Grog raised an eyebrow, “You were gonna use it on me weren't you? Make me all puny!”
“Well... maybe!” the gnome folded his arms. “It was going to be part of my best prank yet!”
“Making me puny wouldn't be very funny at all!” muttered the Goliath.
“Well the potion would also have made you tougher too!” explained the bard, holding up his hands, “It does both! It's...” he lowered his voice, “Apparently it's a sex thing so it's designed to protect against acids... drowning... crushing... you know... all that kind of stuff!”
Grog looked disgusted. “You were gonna do that to me?! Seems a little bad for a prank Scanlan!”
“No! No no I swear! I wasn't going to do any of that stuff I was just going to make you small and tease you for a while like you do to me!”
Grog scowled, “how long does it last?”
“According to the seller... about a day... probably.”
Grog, still scowling, seemed to consider this for a long moment, “Scanlan, that was very mean,” he said, a little hurt. “This pranking has gone too far. That said...” a slightly devious look passed over his face. “It'd be a shame to waste the effects of this potion now you've used it...” he gripped Scanlan's body more firmly in his hand.
“Whoa there big guy... what're you gonna do?” asked the bard, looking nervous.
“You'll see!” muttered the Goliath, grinning.
The rest of the group had been sitting enjoying the warm evening and exchanging stories of misadventure and mischief over a drink. They were in reasonable spirits because they had just been paid for one job, and were on their way to another. Keyleth was in the middle of telling them a slightly slurred tale about some otters she had once seen dancing together when Grog suddenly burst in among them sounding positively joyous. “I just had the BEST dream!” he exclaimed, as he thrust another round of drinks into their hands. “I fist fought a hydra and I won! And then it got up and asked me to dance and gave me a new axe just like my favourite head chopper but bigger!” he exclaimed grandly, as though this was the best news ever.
“Oh that's great buddies!” exclaimed Pike, glad to see the Goliath happy, even if it was for a fictionalised reason. “Did you have fun?”
“Yes!” He exclaimed, picking her up and hoisting the gnome up to his shoulder, where she perched in a well experienced manner.
The others, all already a little on the drunk side, at least to the point of being relaxed, laughed along with him in this 'triumph' and when the Goliath raised his tankard towards the moonlit sky and called for a toast to his victory, they all shared in it, raising their cups with a slightly drunken cheer, and drinking with him.
There was a moment of quiet during this, interrupted as Percy suddenly choked on his drink, coughing loudly. He dropped his tankard, his eyes wide behind his glasses, and he gestured frantically at his neck.
Grog, hiding a devious little smile, hurried over to the man, gently grabbing him to his feet and giving him a slap between the shoulders, making sure to do it high up, so the lump, just visible above Percy's collarbone, was jerked down instead of up.
As the slap made the tiny bulge disappear, Percy coughed a couple more times, then cleared his throat, looking up at Grog. “Thanks...What exactly was in that drink?” he asked a little hoarsely, clearing his throat.
“Same as you were all drinking before,” replied Grog with a shrug. They had purchased a small barrel of ale with their supplies, it had not been anything exotic but definitely not low budget enough to come with suspicious lumps in it...
“Not like you to struggle with your ale Percy,” commented Vex, a slight smirk on her lips.
“Even if this slop was strong enough to bother me, which it is not,” Percy replied, looking a little suspiciously at his empty tankard, “That... definitely wasn't the problem,” he put a hand on his chest, grimacing. “Are you sure there wasn't anything else in there Grog?”
Scanlan let out a dismayed shriek as he was squashed and squeezed by powerful muscles pressing in on all sides, squeezing his delicate little form. Sure he wasn't having any trouble breathing and wasn't in any pain but it was pretty uncomfortable.
Grog had intentionally winded him, dropped him into something cold and wet and the next thing he knew he was being tossed into a warm, wet space. Still too winded to shout, he'd tried to grab onto something, but the thunderous swallow had come much too quickly, crushing him downwards against powerful muscles. He had weakly put his arms out to try and stop himself, but his efforts had failed against the terrifying power of the throat around him. Then again he should be grateful it was a throat, Grog could definitely have put him somewhere far worse!
He did feel a little pang of concern however, when he felt the throat seize up around him, he was too big! As much as he didn't want to go down he didn't want to hurt anyone either. Unless this was Grog, it was an innocent bystander, and he knew well enough how badly the rest of the team took it when they got dragged into the crossfire of this little prank war.
The gnome should not have worried, he was barely a snack for... whoever this was, and after a sudden impact that he felt to his very core, he was squashed on downwards. Was this Grog? No... the teeth had been too perfect for that, and the mouth too small. That bastard had fed him to some poor unsuspecting member of the group! When he got his size back he was going to catch up with that giant idiot and...
His thoughts of revenge were derailed slightly as he heard the powerful thumping of a heartbeat. It was close enough that he could all but feel it pressed up against him. He let out a little huff of surprise, feeling humbled by the sensation of being so close to someone's heart, the mysterious lump of tissue that could power a body and feel so much love or hatred. He shivered a little bit as the poet within him cried out with inspiration, while the common sense in him cried out in disgust.
Percy shifted uncomfortably where he sat, an arm set gently around his middle, no longer paying attention to the quiet chattering of the group. He noticed Grog giving him the side-eye, and it only deepened his belief that something he wasn't going to like had happened... and he was sure he could feel something still stuck in his throat.
He went very still when suddenly, straightening up as he definitely felt something 'drop' inside him. Something weighty and distinct and moving. “Grog.” He said, matter of fact and yet offhanded.
“Yes?” asked the Goliath, a barely concealed smile on his face.
“I'm going to ask... just one more time,” his voice was very controlled. Overly controlled. “If there was something in my drink?”
“Is something the matter Percy?” asked Vex, surprised by the sudden sobering and concealed annoyance in the man's voice.
“Yes in fact something is,” replied Percy, his eyes still fixed on Grog, who was now starting to giggle at his own hilarity.
“Well. There wasn't something in it,” replied the Goliath, still giggling. “Not technically anyway.”
Percy's eyes flashed as he stood up, arm still around his stomach as he felt something distinctly moving inside, and a very faint muffled voice filtered up to his ears. “Then perchance... was it a some'one'?”
Grog burst out into full belly laughter at this, while everyone else paused to stare at each other. The twins and Pike sobered enough to realise the implications of this statement, and Keyleth, somewhat more lightweight than the others, and therefore much drunker at this point, joined in Grog's laughter after a moment.
“Grog? What're you talking about?” asked Pike, her expression immediately concerned.
“Well. Scanlan was going to try and prank me again,” Grog began, wiping a tear from his eye, his voice still hitching with laughter. “I saw him lookin at me all night with that smirk he gets when he's up to somethin... so I pretended to be asleep. He snuck over and he was gonna feed me some kind of potion... but I got him first. Made him drink it. He got all small,” he gestured with his fingers, about three inches apart. “So I decided to prank him back!”
“Oh no...” Pike was upright in an instant, advancing on Percy. “The acids might have been diluted by all that alcohol... there might be time to...”
“Oh don't worry. According to him the potion makes it so acids won't hurt him. Can't be drowned or squashed either...” Grog clarified, “It's a 'sex' thing 'pparently?”
Percy, who had one hand firmly clamped over his mouth now, undecided on vomiting or shooting Grog in his private parts, managed a weak, “So why did he end up in my drink?! You could have just eaten him yourself!”
Grog shrugged, “This seemed funnier somehow,” he lowered his voice to a near whisper, “He doesn't even know who he's inside.”
Vex, a hand on her face in a displeased display of exasperation, went and wrestled Percy's arm away from his stomach. “Scanlan?” she called, pressing an ear against the flesh there despite the man's pompous objections.
The voice from within was muffled, a little subdued, and cautious. “Vex?”
“You're alive then?”
“Well yeah... my pride might be a little injured but I'm not...”
Vex gave a nod to Pike, “He's fine.”
“Did I get lucky and end up inside you then?” the man sounded hopeful, even a little excited.
“Ew, no you did not,” snapped the half-elf, “Grog fed you to Percy. Lucky you.”
“Aw,”
“Aw?!” Percy exclaimed, moving back from Vex enough to give his stomach an offended prod, “Don't give me that you've no right to feel anything about this, now come out of there this instant!” He felt the tiny man stumble back from the prod, and doubled down, going for another one.
“How long does this shrinking last?” asked Pike, looking at Grog, ignoring a growing vocal argument between Percy and his own stomach.
Grog shrugged, “Scanlan said it lasts about a day...”
Vax grimaced a little at this, “It's probably better it ended up this way then... if we're going to get peace from someone for an entire day, better that it was Scanlan. Maybe he'll learn a lesson from this about his stupid prank war...”
“This isn't ideal though,” muttered Vex.
“No but if he learns from it, at least it was valuable in one way,” sighed Pike. “What are we going to do with him for an entire day if he's that size?”
“Leave him there?” giggled Grog, pointing at Percy. “At least he can't get lost.”
“Absolutely not,” growled Percy, “He's coming out right now. He's Grog's problem. He's the one who fed him the potion!”
“Wait wait wait!” Scanlan spoke up, “They make a good point, what am I going to do?”
“Should have thought of that before you tried to do it to Grog,” replied Percy, “You're coming out... now,”
Feeling a brief period of movement before the fleshy chamber started to tense up around him, Scanlan put his arms out and anchored himself in place, frowning. “WAIT!” he shouted, refusing to budge as he suddenly realised he didn't actually want to be outside, in the cold, tiny and in annoyed hands. “PERCY WAIT!” The muscles pinched down, squashing and squeezing him, forcing the breath out of his lungs, but not hurting him. However, they were not able to dislodge him. The muscles, though strong and well designed for their job, were not designed to wrangle something consciously trying to keep itself in place. It wasn't that the gnome wanted to stay, he just wanted a sensible discussion first.
“Scanlan,” the voice had a thick tone to it from the man's attempts to evict him, “stop fighting me,”
“Percy, I just wanna talk first!” exclaimed the little man, grunting as the muscles squashed him again.
“I think I can hear Percy shouting at Scanlan from over here,” muttered Vex, raising an eyebrow at the treeline where the man had disappeared.
“Clearly it's not going well,” sighed Vax.
“I'm sorry,” said Grog, genuine upset in his voice, “I didn't mean to cause a problem. I just wanted to teach him a lesson.”
“It's okay buddies, just... next time think about the other person you're getting involved in the situation huh? Percy didn't really ask to be involved.” Pike said, gently patting his arm.
“And possibly what that person might do to Scanlan when they get their hands on him...” added Vex, still watching the treeline as she heard Percy cursing.
A few moments later, the man returned, looking ruffled and breathless.
“Where's Scanlan?” asked Vax, looking worried. “You didn't throw him into the woods or something did you...?”
“No. No the little shit won't come out,” muttered Percy, “Someone lend me a dagger I'm going to take the surgical route,”
As Vax seemed to be visibly considering handing over one of his daggers just to see how things worked out, Vex held up a hand and spoke up. “Let's not do anything rash now. It's true this is... unconventional but we need to consider the most sensible way to handle this.”
“That's what I've been saying-” Scanlan spoke up.
“Scanlan I think you'd be well advised to be quiet and lay low for a minute or two before Percy decides to get drastic with anything sharp,” Vex cut him off.
“Right right...” the Bard had to concede this to be a fair statement, and Percy's already unamused expression twitched with further discomfort as the bard flopped down inside him, a heavy sensation on sensitive flesh that was unused to such activity.
“Now... does anyone have any suggestions what we could do with Scanlan to keep him safe while this effect wears off?” asked Vex.
“Pockets?” suggested Grog.
“Bag of holding?” said Vax.
“Feed him to Grog,” Percy muttered, folding his arms.
Vex sighed, “Pockets are a possibility though they run the risk of him getting hurt or lost... bag of holding has a chance of suffocating him despite his new condition, and as for feeding him to Grog I really don't see how that would change the situation any.”
“Grog is the one who did this to him!” exclaimed Percy. “He should have to babysit him!”
“While I agree with that in principle Percy darling, I doubt the idea is going to make Scanlan co-operate and it looks like, if he doesn't, he's going to keep holding your stomach hostage.”
“It's not so bad really!” called Scanlan. “Like a gross hammock!” he kicked his feet a little, turning to lie more comfortably.
Percy shivered, but tried to keep a little perspective despite his disgust. “Isn't there anyone else who could do it?” he whined.
“Once again, there's no volunteers, and unless someone wants to do it, there's not really a lot of point switching him around. Let's face it, he'll only ask to be put somewhere perverse, or get himself hurt if we turn him loose. He's not hurting anyone there and if we don't find an alternative that guarantees the same safety... well... he might as well wait it out there?”
Percy looked highly affronted, “but... he... I...”
“Oh come on Percy,” Vex said, her tone wheedling now. “It's only for now, and then you can pummel him when he's back to his normal self.”
Percy scowled, but reminded himself to keep perspective, and sighed, “I am going to need a lot more ale to sleep through this.”
“That's the spirit!” said Grog, suddenly perking up. “Yeh can always drown the little shit!”
Scanlan did feel... less pleased with himself over the following hour as he found his warm, soft saferoom became occupied with a large quantity of ale. He did consider the possibility that coming out would be safer, but he heard an increasingly drunk Percy whispering to Grog that he was trying to 'drink him out of there' at which point the gnome, out of sheer stubbornness, mentally dug in for the long haul. At least he was warm, and once Percy inevitably fell asleep once more, his secure, comfortable bed, would drain of the unwanted ale. He tolerated the sloshing around and occasional ill-tempered prods from Percy, heeding Vex's advice to lay low. If he didn't make a bother of himself, he could wait this out. It wasn't by any means enjoyable but... it was warm, it wasn't uncomfortable if he didn't focus on the slime seeping its way through his clothing, and he couldn't get lost or attacked by wildlife. If he could just avoid getting evicted, he'd be fine and he only had to waste a day before he'd get back what little height he had lost.
After an hour or so of trying to drown both Scanlan and his sorrows, Percy finally retired to his bedroll and flopped down in place, and the gnome was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief as he settled onto the upper curve of the stomach where the level of ale was its shallowest, and he drew a slow breath, closing his eyes and trying to keep as still as he could, so he didn't aggravate Percy.
Percy, now drunker, and half asleep, felt the small movements, and in his ale addled mind, without the eyes of the others pointing at him, he had to admit... it actually didn't feel that bad.
The group rose with the dawn, not one of them suffering from the mild effects of the alcohol, well used to taking plenty more than that.
They ate a meagre breakfast that Percy only picked disinterestedly at, and then hit the trail. They still had a pretty long journey to complete and knew waiting around for Scanlan's recovery would only waste time. Besides, it wasn't like he was slowing them down any. Grog had picked up the bard's gear, agreeing to carry it on the basis that he was the reason the gnome couldn't bring it himself, and other than that, nothing had changed from a regular day.
As they hiked on, Scanlan had to smugly admit to himself as he calmly lay in his fleshy hammock, arms folded behind his head and legs casually crossed, this wasn't so bad. It definitely beat walking! Percy seemed less amenable to his getting a free lift but had, for now, stopped poking him and threatening to cut him out.
They were not many hours into the walk when trouble came their way. As a group they had come to accept regular interruptions of this nature, and as a trio of ogres came charging out of the woods in a fairly botched ambush. Not terribly concerned about this, but not comfortable at the idea of getting clubbed either, the group assumed the position for combat, and Grog leapt in with apparent glee at the thought of getting his axe buried in some faces.
The group were efficient in their work, and ruthless in their execution of the threat. Two of the ogres were dead within the first few strikes, and the third ran into the woods bellowing for help.
The group exchanged a glance, wondering if they should pursue or leave the thing to its own devices.
During that moment of indecision, an entire pine tree came crashing through the woods, shattering into shards on the ground beside them, causing everyone to leap back as the splinters filled the air.
“Well that wasn't an Ogre...” muttered Percy, one arm slung over his middle as he reloaded his gun, subconsciously protective of the teammate within, even if he did want to pummel him.
“Definitely not...” Agreed Vex, two arrows still nocked in her bow.
They had barely a moment to draw breath before a much larger creature crashed through the treeline. A cyclops, a second tree clutched in its hand, led by the no-longer-fleeing third ogre who now had a smug grin on his huge underbite.
“Oh for goodness sake...” muttered Vax, as the creature roared.
“SOMEONE ELSE TO PLAY?!” Shouted Grog, apparently thrilled as he began to dash towards the creature, sparks flying from the tip of his axe as it scraped the rocky ground where he raised it mid charge, and leapt into the air to take the first blow.
The cyclops was less keen on playing, and swung the broken tree at Grog, flicking him from his mid-air leap into a nearby rock, roaring in anger at them.
The team encircled the threat, taking down the last ogre almost as forethought before running in on the cyclops.
This fight was uglier, the cyclops much stronger than the ogres, and apparently much angrier, roaring as it swung the tree around, attempting strikes on its much swifter opponents.
Fortunately speed and numbers were in the team's favour, and they pushed that advantage immediately, dealing many small but damaging wounds to their opponent, who could pretty much only swing its tree at them in a rage.
Seeing a chance for the killing blow, Percy stopped just out of its reach for a brief moment to pull out 'Bad News,' his slow but vastly more powerful rifle, and half-knelt to steady it as he took aim while the cyclops was swatting at Vax for planting a dagger in its leg.
It spotted Percy as an unmoving target a split second before he pulled the trigger, giving it just time to swing wildly in his direction with the tree, unable to reach him. Then its head exploded.
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.
TO BE CONTINUED...