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After a few minutes of free climbing, Speer soon reached the peak of the counter, pulling himself up onto the smooth table with a little bit of sweat dripping down the elf’s forehead that he quickly wiped away with the sleeves of his grey cotton shirt. His breaths felt a little heavy and his hands felt sore from all the climbing the slippery stones, it felt like his fingers were about to fall off and scurry away so he couldn’t put them through that hell ever again. To fight this pain Speer tried to shake his hands as quickly as he could before blowing on his abused hands to cool them down.

“Ouch-- How the heck does Ambu do this every day.” He murmured to himself in a whisper as his hands lowered back down to his hips. his eyes slowly starting to scan his surroundings making sure the coast was clear. In the corner of his golden irises, he could see the dim silhouette of a familiar male climbing up the counter beside the skyscraper of a fridge. The figure had a long, slim body with stick-like arms and limber movements with every planned hold he took, it was quick for him to recognize who it was due to a flat, scaly tail gently stroking to and fro to adjust his body weight. After all, Ambu was the only one who was the best at climbing out of everyone he knew. He then looked around for Silber, but the smaller elf was no longer on the ground where Speer last saw him gawking over the fruits high up on the other counter closest to the large window. Perhaps he was already making his way up to get to it, which made the young elf let out a deep, long sigh of disappointment before murmuring to himself “They better bring back something good if they’re willing to ignore my plans for the first thing to catch their childish eyes.” before he went back to scouting his surroundings for any traces of the human’s supper.

The table was mostly barren, the ice-cold marble floor he stood upon was as slippery as wet soap for his poor shoes, so he slowly removed them and carefully placed them into his satchel beside the two large earrings. There weren't many traces of any evidence of anything of interest around Speer, but he did expect them not to leave leftovers lying around to rot and end up growing mold, although it did mean that he had to look harder to find something to borrow.

“Perhaps I can check the stove, I’m pretty sure that there will be a pan that has some food I can take.” Speer thought to himself out loud, there were a few pans on the stove off in the distinct that might have some remnants of leftovers that’s been missed by the maids or family. Without making any sounds the elf started to jog beside the edge of the counter. His mythical golden irises kept themselves on the stove just on the other side of the counter he was on, There was only a single, shiny pot sitting on its lonesome with a lid still on it, the light from the lightbulbs reflected straight off the stainless metal. his ears perked up showing his interest in it. His speed picked up from a walk to a slight jog as he wanted to get there as quickly as he could, his quiet footsteps were muffled by his wooly socks, which he got as a gift from Oillan (Hanna’s brother) to keep himself from slipping on floors with the help of the leather patting that was sewed onto the sole of the sock in the shape of feline paws that also protected his feet from the cold.

It didn’t take long for the four inched borrowers to make it over to the stove, he hopped over the small gap from the counter over to the old, rusty stove that felt a lot warmer than the glossy counter he ran across just to get there, it felt like it was still cooling down after being used just a few hours before with a lingering smell of a stew that was nearly unnoticeable for the elf as it blended in with the smell of the burning candles from the wall seeping through the vents above. Although Speer could easily follow the faint scent over to the pot, he could only guess where the humans kept their leftovers to keep warm during the night to eat in the morning.

“It smells like the added some beef in there--” Speer thought to himself out loud as he smiled from ear to ear, he carefully started to scale the sides of the pot by leaping upwards and grabbing the rim that hung right over the elf’s head before pulling himself upwards and using his socked feet against the shiny metal wall to push himself onto the rim of the large bowl where he sat on while facing his back to the pot of stew to just admire how far he came from the floor to the top of the cauldron. His shiny eyes shimmered brightly, his ears flustered with pride knowing that night was going to be a great borrowing trip without any complications! Well-- as long as Ambu and Silber refrain from doing something idiotic and break something fragile.

Speer allowed a few minutes to slip from his fingers as he admired the view of the dim kitchen from above, the tiled floors seemed so far, but yet it seemed close enough to touch, he wondered if this is what it felt like to be a human’s size. The thought of being as tall as a human has crossed his mind a few times, the idea that he could just leave this world he was in and throw away his worry of being stepped on or devoured alive to the side and just live a safer life only a time in his life, but the idea always quickly came and gone as each time he reminds himself just how boring his life would become. He knew you couldn’t ride on the back of rabbits or foxes, and he couldn’t enjoy his favorite foods (roasted cockroach legs) or even enjoy the comfort of flowers that bloom in the summer right outside in the manor’s garden, that Speer enjoys to visit and take small naps inside the petals of the large flower. Let’s not forget the exciting adventures he goes on with his friends through the giant manor, avoiding the maid’s prying eyes and borrowing small trinkets from under their noses.

“Yeah, that’s not a life for me. I’m a borrower, not a human.” Speer told himself in a whisper as he quickly snapped back into reality, his eyes slowly glanced around twice making sure the coast was still clear before slowly and carefully start to spin around to face the lid covering the stew inside the shiny pot, it was held onto the pot tightly, almost as tight as a snake coiled around its prey. Small hook-like handles on two separate sides of the pot that look easy to pull open, although if he was too careless, he could accidentally slip and fall off and have to climb back onto the pot. To avoid that, Speer pulled out his clear fabric silk and tied it tightly around the handle of the lid before slowly sliding down the metal lid to the first hook, which he pushed at with his feet with all his strength until it popped off with a satisfying ‘pop!’ before the handle went limp as a dead mouse and dangled off to the side before he started to make it to the other side to do the same thing.

Once the other handle was pulled loose the lid bounced up a few inches causing the young elf to let out a panicked shriek as he was stumbled backward to the edge of the pot and would’ve fallen off if it wasn’t for his trusty silk tied around his waist that tugged at his tiny body as it stumbled off the edge. “S--Sticks!” He yelped as he was yanked upwards after falling a few inches before being launched back up then back down until he was dangling upside down as a fish caught on a fishing line. He tried to call out for help, but his voice could only travel for so long before dying out into the empty void of the kitchen.

“Sticks-- Sticks-- A--Ambu! Silber! Anybody!” Speer cried at the top of his lungs hoping one of the two would hear his pleas and arrive to help him down from the problem he accidentally got himself into. “This was a horrible idea! Why did I decide to do this without help-- I can’t believe how embarrassing this is!” He whined loudly as he quickly starts to wiggle himself into a position to try reaching for the satchel that he thought would be dangling against his back, he was hoping to have a knife he could use to cut himself back down to the stove, but his heart sank as he swiped around his back for a good few seconds trying to grab it, only to realize it was no longer on his back! His heart sank as dread started to fill his mind as his tiny body started to squirm more and his shouts started to pick up again that echoed a few feet before dying out again. Tonight… was going to be a long night… Speer thought to himself as his body went limp to wait for help to arrive before a human came along and saw him dangling from the pot.

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“Hmph-- Stupid human-- Never thought I’d be summoned to serve such a pathetic creature in all these years.” scoffed a tall, threatening, and a quite handsome man, as he stomped through the hard halls with his heavy bare feet. He wore a black shirt with ripped sleeves and a ripped pair of dark navy blue jeans with deep pockets with a few trinkets he’s collecting around the house in odd places. His tan skin illuminated in the warm bathing candlelight from the lamp he was carrying that revealed his muscular tone body under his clothes, his arms were a strong build that was covered in strange rune-like tattoos that were tattered throughout the arm and even inside his shirt, which was easily hidden from the outside eyes. The large 6 foot, male’s hair was short, bright, rosy red that matched with his rough anchor beard along with his strong jaw, and a pair of giant ram-like horns. His amber eyes glared around his surroundings trying to find anything to kill the time, there wasn’t anywhere to work out or take a nap without any of the maids trying to command him like a mutt. “Perhaps I could take some food from the kitchen-- They do owe me for summoning me like this--” The tall brute growled as a slight smirk appeared on his lips, he thought of grabbing some cooked steaks and a few bottles of whisky the Youngs might be keeping in their fridge. After all, who’s going to tell him no? The pathetic mortals trying to tame him? Like hell, he’d let them tell him what he can, and cannot eat!

The giant brute stomped his way to the kitchen and even got lost a few times after taking a few wrong turns down the dark maze-like manor all while growing and grumbling to himself. Although when he did find the right door, he didn’t waste any time to push the door open with some force as a way to let out a little bit of steam, which didn’t last long as the door banged against the wall sending a loud echo through the small kitchen. He couldn’t help but let out a soft scoff as he eyed his surroundings for a few minutes to see if there were any signs of any humans, maid or intruders, but all he saw was the smooth counters, the silver-grey fridge that was on the other side of the old, rusty stove that looked like it was the oldest thing in the house, but what caught his eyes (and his nose), was a steel pot that rested on the front left grill that gave off a sweet stew smell that had a mix of beef and steak along with some garlic, which gave it an irresistible smell that made his body crave to get a taste. His mouth started to water as he took a few glances over his shoulders to make sure nobody was around before he started to take a look at the pot, he was quick to notice something was off as the lid was loose and even a little slanted, which allowed the sweet smell of the stew to escape. “It looks warm-- which means someone just opened it--” He grumbled to himself as his eyes started to leer around the kitchen as he walked around the counter in the middle of the room trying to make sure he was alone, but again he found nothing. He tried to tilt his head upwards to sniff the air, but all he caught was the aroma of the broth… Although there was something and-- It smelt sweeter like a fruit, similar to a blueberry, it was faint but noticeable enough for him to try investigating its source.

“I don’t remember any of the mortals smelling so sweet-- Perhaps it’s just my nose playing tricks on me, or it could be a trespasser…” He growled quietly as he sniffs the air again and started to trail the smell back to its Oregon point, which leads him right back to the pot that started to mix in with the toasty scent of the stew, which made him quietly grunt as whoever opened the pot had to be the one who smelt so sweet. “When I catch whoever did this, I’ll make sure I’ll make sure they’ll never eat aga-- hm?” he cuts himself off as a small shimmer of light reflected off a thin thread of yarn that was tied to the pot handle, which he didn’t notice at first until now. With a soft huff, he reached his hand over to the thread of silk that felt smooth and clean, which was easy for him to wrap his finger around it before tugging it to see what would be fished in. Immediately he heard a loud squeak, and at first, he thought it was a rat that got tangled up, which ruined his mood knowing he’ll have to deal with it, but something about it seemed a little odd as it sounded a little… human. Either way, it didn’t stop the giant Brute from yanking the piece of the thread upwards to get a good look at what he found, and to his surprise, this wasn’t any rat, but an elf?

“The fuck--” He muttered as he held the elf up to face level to get a good look at it, his magma red eyes that examines the elf with the curiosity of a curious pup. He watches as the blue-haired elf wiggled in the air trying to escape the rope around his waist that kept him dangling like a piece of dried meat. The elf’s odd, glowing golden eyes showed the fear the elf was going through as he screamed and begged for him to let go, but frankly, the giant brute was too busy examining the elf to care what he was saying. His eyes narrow slightly to focus on the elf’s face before slowly leaning his head a little closer to his nose before sniffling the elf, he could’ve sworn he heard a startled yelp coming from the tiny being, which only made him chuckle softly as he smelt the sweet, fruitlike scent coming from the elf. “What the hell type of bug are you--” He finally asked in a blunt tone, which was reinforced by a low, deep growl of the slight annoyance of this trespasser who could've let this good food go to waste! And who knows if he or one of his two younger siblings would catch the blame for it. “And do you know what the fuck you got yourself into!” He barked a little louder, not loud enough to echo too far, but enough to get across that he was in no good mood for snarky or half-assed replies.

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Speer felt time crawling to a still as he was held right inches from the giant’s face, he could feel his hot, moist breath blowing on him with each exasperated breath that would leave a thin layer of saliva on his body, which quickly evaporated in seconds. His heart raced as he stared straight at the brute’s furious eyes that looked like a portal to a sea of flames, or better yet… hell itself. It wouldn’t need the genius to tell that this man wasn’t a normal human he’s seen around here, and by the way, the horns curled out from his head, it gave him a few ideas. The giant’s voice was blunt and harsh and each time he would speak Speer had to try covering his ears in fear of the larger male picking up his voice to a shout, which luckily never happened. He knew staying quiet would only get him in more trouble, so he was forced to bite his lips to try thinking of the best words to say knowing the giant was now listening to what he had to say unlike a minute earlier.

“I--I’m a borrower! Not a bug you stupid brute!” Speer snapped back, which he was quick to regret saying the second part that slipped out of his mouth that was meant to stay inside his mind. His hands were quick to slap over his lips hoping that his words wouldn’t reach the giant’s sharp ears. The kitchen went silent for a good few seconds as the demon glared down at him with a livid glance which told Speer that he heard what he said. “W--Wait hold on! I--I didn’t mean it like that!” he quickly replied hoping to scavenge up his mistakes. Although it didn’t seem like the red giant wasn’t having it… or was he? His golden irises started in confusion as the giant tan-colored hand started to lower as he crouched down closer to the ground before lowering Speer down a foot off the ground, but instead of carefully putting him down, the giant instead lets go of the silk causing the tiny elf to fall with a startled scream onto his back only inches away from the large, sharp black claws of the man’s toes.

“Stupid brute huh?” huffed the giant man as he stood up to the full height to loom over the tiny elf who tried to stumble up to his feet, but before he could get up on his knees, a large toe punched into his chest like a crate train, sending the elf back onto his back with a loud yelp of pain and caused him to lose his breath. Speer tried to gag for air as he curled up into a ball while groaning in pain as he felt a stinging feeling in his chest that was worse than getting a rubber eraser tossed right into his chest. Although the giant beast made it obvious that this wasn’t the end of it. “Heh~ one flick and you’re already as injured as a wingless fly!” He scoffed as he smirked at the tiny elf with a dominating glare, his sharp ears flicked for just a moment to listen to the pathetic elf trying to greedily steal some air to satisfy his lungs, which only gave him more desirable to show the elf who’s in charge. “Hmph, If you can’t handle a single toe, them imagine what would happen If I used my entire foot!” he growled with a small, dark chuckle as he flexed his toes right in front of the defenseless elf, his sharp dark claws tapped on the tiled floor, the sound sending shivers down Speer’s spine as he tries to move, but he winced in pain as anytime he tries to move a muscle, a jolt of pain sparked in his chest causing him to let out a soft whimper.

“I--I’m sorry-- Please-- L--let me go--” Speer tried to weakly plea for his life as he slowly moved to his head to look up at the giant brute who loomed over him with a smug grin on his face as he lifted his foot causing a shadow to engulf the elf and his entire sole took over his entire view of the room above. His heart started to pound against his throbbing chest as his mind started to blur for a moment as his body went in full flight mode as he pushed himself onto his feet, his legs wobbled like jello and his breaths were heavy as he tried to limp forward. He was dedicated to getting out of there! He wanted to survive! There was no way that he’d let himself be trampled under a brute! “N--No!” he exclaimed as he leaped forward with whatever energy he could muster, but unfortunately it wasn’t enough as the foot came down, crashing into the ground with a loud thump onto the floor, and onto the elf’s lower body that pressed his tiny legs and his stomach against the tiled floor with his torso being buried under the giant’s warm toes with only his head being the only thing that managed to escape being stepped on. Lucky it wasn’t enough to crush Speer into a paste, but it was surely painful as his bones groaned as if they were going to snap, and once again, his breath was pressed out of him causing him to let out a weak whimper as he tries to struggle against the giant foot pressing against him as he got a full view of the giant looming over him with the same, smug grin on his face as he crouched down closer to the suffering elf as if to mock him.

“Hmph, I’m quite surprised, bug-- I was sure you’d be crushed under my heel, and I never thought you would try to escape…” He scoffed followed by a slight snicker as he started to grind his foot into the ground to listen to Speer’s weak protests as he started to debate what to do with this little intruder. He could always just crush him right here and just go on his night with whatever is left stained on the ground, but there was still a high chance that he might not be alone and he might have friends who are around the house stealing or tampering with the manor, and even though he didn’t like anyone here, he couldn’t let them get away with it and end up getting the blame for it. So he might as well see if the elf might be willing to be a rat for some reward.

Speer could feel the giant’s sweat seeping into his clothes and the aroma that infiltrated his nose made him cough uncontrollably as it felt like his nose were going to burn right off, he could hear his heart thumping as if it was trying to escape his chest to make a run for it, but his ribs are struggling to keep it in place. His eyes were starting to water as he wiggled a little trying to free up his hands, which were both stuck under the giant’s pointer and middle toe, which his torso was being crushed against. There were times where he thought he might’ve passed out due to the horrendous smell, but anytime the red-haired giant would move his foot to grind him against the ground, it jolted him awake over and over again, all while his blurry eyes stare up at the brute hoping that everything would just end already, and surprisingly, it seemed like something was going to happen as he watched as his tormentor opening his mouth to speak again.

“Alright, my tiny prisoner… I’m going to give you options and you better listen carefully or else I won’t hesitate to squish you,” he growled quietly as he raised his foot slightly so it’ll still be pressing against the elf’s body, but not enough to harm him too much. His brows raised as little as he crossed his arms seeing that he got the full attention of the tiny elf who stared up with a little bit of hope in his weak, golden eyes. ‘Let’s just hope there are only a few more…’ he sighed to himself before finally starting on his demands. “Let's start with the basics… You’re trespassing on my--” he paused for a moment to shiver in disgust for what he was about to say, “My ‘master’s’ home, and thus I’m supposed to dispose of intruders like you, but frankly, I don’t know how many bugs like you there are so I’ll only make this deal once and ONLY once! Got that?” he growled before adding “Just tell me where your friends, that is if got any, if you have any, or else I’ll bite you in two…” he grumbled quietly as he carefully picked up the elf with his clawed toes and lifted him with his leg to grab him before returning it to the floor

“Ok fine! I--I’ll tell you!” Speer blurted at the top of his lungs at the first chance he could, he knew this deal was the only he might be able to survive, and hopefully be able to trick the giant long enough to make a run for it before he could find any of the other borrowers who were still in the room… or are they? His golden eyes glanced around his surroundings to see if there were any signs of the two others he was with, first he looked over to the fridge where he last saw Ambu climbing the fridge and saw the geckolin was gone, not just gone, but there were no traces of the young reptilian anywhere. Perhaps he saw the giant coming in and scattered, the same also went for Silber who was neither on the floor nor the fruit bowl… meaning he was now alone with this giant, brutal, demon.

“Hmph, you better prisoner--” He huffed quietly as he sniffed the air to make sure there weren’t any more tiny people around, which he couldn’t unfortunately. His eyes seemed to be focused as he looked under the tables and high in the cabinets for a good few minutes before looking at Speer. “So, are they here, or do you have a hideout somewhere in the manor?” He asked with a demanding tone as his hand squeezed the elf causing him to let out a weak squeak. “And if you try anything funny I’ll-”

“Yeah yeah, Y--you’ll bite me in half or stomp on me to death! You’ve already said that about a hundred times!” Speer cuts the giant beast off before letting out a deep sigh. He didn’t want to give away any information about their favorite hideouts, but if he didn’t give his captor any clues to where he could find other tinies, then he would end up in bigger trouble. “Y--You can find one of our meeting spots in the guest living room six doors down! I--It’s in the brok--”

“Spike! Spike!” Excitedly shouts a younger voice from down the hall, which was followed by quick, light footsteps that echoed through the building, which sounded like some sort of boot, but whoever it was startled the giant brute as he jumped a little as he turned to look at the door that was still open. His amber-red eyes grew a little annoyed before looking at Speer for a second, then back at the door as the footsteps grew louder and louder by the second. It was obvious that the man didn’t want whoever that was to see what was happening and he couldn’t help but mutter, “You got to be fucking kidding me-- I thought I told Spot to stay in the garden…” His attention quickly returned to Speer as he tried to think what to do with him, he could always shove him into a pocket, but he might move too much and he didn’t have any shoes to hide him in… Although there was one place he could try, even if it might be a pain to get the elf out of, it was better than nothing. “Don’t make a sound, got that bug?” he growled before gripping Speer by the scruff of his shirt and lifting him high up over his head, his mouth was starting to water again as the sweet scent of the tiny elf started to feel his nose again, his lips carefully lick his chops to moisten them up for what he was going to do.

Speer was quite quick to catch on to what was going to happen, his heart raced as his eyes widened as he dangled above the giant’s head, directly over his firm lips that shimmered after his moist lips licked it. He wanted to protest and cry for help, but his body wouldn’t move! It was frozen, no, not frozen, it was limp! He dangled in the air with his eyes wide open staring down at the beast who eyed him like a piece of candy. “W--wait! I thought we had a deal!” He tried to reason with the giant, who seemed to be getting a little more desperate as the footsteps got closer to the kitchen. His mind was racing with different things that he could do to try escaping, but without his satchel, which was still on the stove, there was no way out of this one. “Please don’t! I--I promise to tell you! Honest!” He continues to beg as he watches the brute’s lips start to part to reveal a dark, moist cavern and a wave of hot hair washed into his body sending shivers down his tiny spine. His eyes stared frighteningly at the red tongue rolling out like a red carpet over his sharp, dog-like canines as it was dripping with drool as it yearned for the elf who tried grabbing onto the giant’s fingers for protection while praying that somehow, someone or something would save him, but it seemed like he already ran out of his luck as the fingers started to loosen their grip on his shirt, his heart dropped as his arms scraped against the tan skin of the brute’s large finger, but it was already too late as gravity took over and he was sent tumbling downwards to the awaiting giant’s maw.

Speer’s scream got louder as he fell onto the giant hound’s red tongue with a muffled splat, his body flailed helplessly on the warm, slobbery tongue that quick to roll up like a burrito around the tiny elf causing him to let out a fearful whimper. His ears pin up against his head as he tries to shout from the top of his lungs for the giant brute to let him go at once, “C-crap-- L--let me off of your tongue before I kill your taste bud-WOAH!” The blue hair elf was quickly silenced as the large tongue slowly pulled back into the brute’s mouth before he closed it with a loud ‘tak’ as his fangs closed off any escape for the tiny elf, wrapping Speer into the darkness like a blanket of the night. Although his golden irises glowed brightly, which gave him a little bit of visibility in the dark, living space, even if it was a little too dark to make out the faint outlines of the hound’s pearly whites that lined up in his mouth and the slimy saliva that strung from the hard, squishy roof of the hound’s maw to the tongue, some of it also slowly dripped down from above onto the poor elf’s face, which made him let out a quiet whine as he swipes it off. His tiny heart pounded against his chest once again as his hands wrapped around the base of the damp tongue as it tried to push him around like a piece of beef jerky. His clothes were quick to get moist in a thick layer of saliva, which made him a little heavier as he was pushed from one side of the mouth to the other while keeping his mouth shut to avoid accidentally swallowing some saliva that bathed him like a hot tub of hot chocolate, just replaced with the scent of old kibble and a hint of whiskey, which made him cringe as he scrunched up his nose in disgust. “Gah-- It’s like something died in he-ACK!” He accidentally opened his mouth a little too much and the tongue immediately smothered his face, which made some saliva fly straight into his mouth and down his throat forcing him to gag loudly as he quickly regretted opening his mouth. “Ugh--” he groaned quietly as the tongue continued to smother him nonstop for a few good minutes.

“Mhph-- Not bad for a bug-- you taste as you smell, just like blueberries~” The large man mumbled as he tasted the elf, he couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle while listening, and feeling the tiny elf sliding across his tongue. It was somewhat satisfying feeling dominant over the pathetic blue-haired elf, perhaps he should do this more in the future if he could get his hands on more elves, or if he could keep this prisoner until he’s unneeded anymore. He couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as he leans against the counter as he tilts his head upwards to get his tiny prisoner to his cell, after all, he had to make sure his siblings doesn’t find out about the elves, they might try getting attached to the little intruders and he will never be able to get rid of them. “I’ll talk to you later… so just stay quiet for a few hours…” he said for the last time with a slight huff before cocking his head upwards to get the elf to slide down to the back of his throat, the feeling of the tiny’s squirming sent an amazing feeling down his strong spine as a small smirk crept on his face, but before he could swallow, a familiar voice called out again, which made him quietly growl as he turned his head to glance at the door only to see a younger demon who interrupted him from swallowing the elf, the young demon's hair was the same rose-red color and also had two horns on his head, although they were more curved and pointing upwards more into the air instead of facing forward. He also looked friendlier as his face had a more kid-like appearance with cute freckles on his pale face and a smile that went ear to ear, which told the brute, who was so-called ‘Spike’ that his brother probably found something interesting… well something that might not be that important.

“There you are, Spike! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” The hound said with an excited smile as he walked into the kitchen, his steps gave off a gentle clink clucking sound as his leatherlike boots tapped against the cold tiled floor that echoed through the kitchen with every step he took. He wore an outfit that would make anyone think he was some mischief bandit by his black jeans with a black and golden belt as well as an open black jacket with a thin white shirt that showed a little of his defined body. He wasn’t anywhere close to muscular as his counterpart Spike but did have a more slim form for someone his age. “Whatcha doing here? Are you here for a midnight snack? Ooo! Can I eat something as well?” The young hound asked with a bright smile as he hustled over to the stew pot to investigate what was inside. His cherry-red eyes shimmered a little seeing the delicious stew that’s the lid was still off to the side so the once-hot stew was now simply warm and slightly bitter, but it didn’t stop the pup from turning to Spike with a slight, playful smirk before asking “So whatcha eating besides this stew?” He said after noticing that the stew wasn’t touched by any spoons, but what gave it away was that there was a small thread of silver silk dangling from the edge of his lips that he forgot to slurp up.

Spike debated on what to say, sure he could be truthful and tell his brother about the elf he caught and just eat the damn elf, but he knew that Spot would probably try protecting the tiny intruders, so instead, he lets out a slight huff before cocking his head upwards before swallowing as loudly, and strong as his throat would allow. The muffled scream from his prisoner could barely be heard through his thick and powerful throat as a tiny bulge appeared in his throat, which was hardly noticeable that wiggled its way down it until vanishes under his collar bone and entered his torso, where he knew the elf would be stored safely in his stomach as he deals with his younger brother before he could get back to the elf. “‘Blech’-- Excuse me-” Spike started as he covered his mouth after accidentally burping, his breath carried a hint of the sweet elf’s scent, which he could probably use to say he ate some berries. “I just had a steak and a few blueberries, nothing important…” His tongue lapped over his fangs to get the last bit of his sweet tastes that lingered in his mouth as his hand gently rubbed against his muscular body, where his stomach was located. He felt satisfied as he felt the elf trying to climb around his stomach like a jungle gym while he was trying to escape, it was something he could do for a few hours, or a few days debating on his mood, but he couldn’t savor this feeling for too long as he snapped back into reality as his brother reached for a wooden spoon and took a bite of the stew.

“Mmm! Holy moly Spike! This tastes amazing!” Spot squealed in delight as he quickly went for a second scoop without minding too much to Spike’s odd behavior with rubbing his stomach. Perhaps it was a rich streak that Spike wanted to savor the feeling of before heading out on his patrol through the house. “I think I’ll get a bowl of this stuff to eat when I head back to the gard--! OH YEAH! I came here to tell you something!” The young man exclaimed as he remembered the reason why he was here before getting distracted by the delicious stew, his tail started to sway to and fro in excitement as he turned his attention to his older, and tougher sibling. “You won’t believe what I saw outside! I was just sitting outside on a bench overlooking the garden as you asked me to, and I was a SQUIRREL! Not just a boring nut-eating squirrel either, this one ran up to my feet and climbed onto my shoulders! But… I got a little too excited and jumped up to my feet and the poor thing got startled and ran--” Spot sighed a little in disappointment and took a small spoonful of stew and plopped it into his mouth, which did enough to get him to quietly moan as the sweet warm stew deluge his tongue before swallowing it to get another scoop that helped him feel slightly better now.

In response to his innocent brother's story, Spike couldn’t help but feel slightly annoyed, which was evidenced by his deep growl in the back of his throat as he crossed his arms and tapped his barefoot on the tiled ground as he shot daggers at his brother before he finally started to bark at Spot. “So you left your post unprotected because you wanted to tell ME that you saw a rodent!? Why the hell do you think I care what you see if it’s not a trespasser!” He snapped at Spot as he stomped his foot, sending a shockwave throughout the room rattling the plates, bowls, and utensils for a few seconds before the room goes completely silent. The only things that could be heard were the larger hound’s breathing as he huffed quietly, and the muffled sounds of an angry elf inside his gut that he paid no mind to. “Now if you excuse me… I should get back to my patrol around this dump, and you should as well after you eat…” He spoke more softly as he let out a soft huff before stomping out of the kitchen and back to the hall to find the living room… wherever that was… “Where did that bug say it was… actually-- what am I looking for inside the living room--” he muttered to himself as he thought about it for a few seconds before shrugging his shoulders and muttering “I’ll figure it out when I find the right door… perhaps I’ll ask my prisoner a few questions before I decide if he becomes Kebble or gets the chance to live--”

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“Let me out!” Speer cried at the top of his lungs as he sprinted his entire body into the wrinkly, fleshy red wall, it was squishy enough to push outwards a few inches, but it was obvious that there was no way he could bust his way out, which he already knew from the start. The stomach was unbearably hot and the smell was strong with barely any fresh air to breathe, the only light he could get was the faint golden glow his eyes gave off, but not even that wasn’t bright enough to let him see two inches in front of him so he was constantly scrambling around trying to feel his surroundings. He could make out the living walls around him as it groaned and gurgled around him as he moved around the small space. The ground was squishy and moist making it nearly impossible to walk before sinking into it like quicksand or slipping in a pool of mucus, which he did slip a few times. Each time he would let out a startled yelp until he eventually settled down leaning against the wrinkly walls and pressing his pointy ears against the fleshy walls to try listening to the outside world. He could hear the muffled thumps of the giant’s footsteps as the elf presumed to be walking to the living room to find any other elves who are unfortunate enough to get caught by the giant beast, which caused the stomach to sway back and forth gently, which wasn’t that noticeable. He could also hear the distant heart thumping as it sent oxygen throughout the giant’s body and his powerful lungs that roared each time air was breathed in before being exiled in the same roaring sound. “If I ever get out of here… I swear you are going to pay you dumb mutt…” he quietly growled under his breath as he tries to take a deep breath only to get the strong, putrid aroma to go down his nose, which made his lungs burn and caused the elf to start coughing uncontrollably.

Speer was faced with two different outcomes coming from this, either the giant brute was intending on disposing of him by digesting him like a dog treat, which would mean that it was a matter of time before acids start to feel the stomach burn his skin until he’s nothing but protein for the giant, or there was a slim chance that his devourer was planning on keeping him alive to use as bait to lure in other tinies, both possibilities were terrifying ideas for the blue elf, but he could only hope for the latter so he could hopefully find a way to escape his living prison. For now… he could only let his mind wander as he stared off into space as he looked up at the stomach walls as if he was looking for any signs of escaping. His small hands carefully slip into his pockets idly as he thought about trying to scale the wrinkly walls, but quickly decides not to as he remembered there were just too many movements to even climb, plus what’s stopping the giant hound from punching his stomach to make him lose balance or just swallow him again. Soon his mind snaps to an idea as his hands touch a familiar plastic tube in his pocket that he quickly grips and pulls out of his pocket to reveal something he nearly forgot about! It was his tranquilizer darts! Three of them to be exact! Just one of these could knock out a stomach like this with a single dose if the beast tried to digest him, it was just what he needed to get enough time to escape if he ever gets the chance, but for now, he’ll keep it safe until he finds any signs of acid. All he could hope for was the brute doesn’t try doing it anytime soon. “He wouldn’t know what hit hi--STICKS!” he exclaimed as a sudden stomachquack shook the entire stomach with a muffled thump that could be heard from the outside world that launched him into the air for a few seconds before falling back down onto his belly. ‘What the hell was that!?’ Speer thought to himself as he pushed himself back up to cough out some mucus he got into his mouth before wiping what he could from his face while clutching the three darts as tightly as he could, and his question was soon answered by a loud voice coming from above like some sort of divine being, but for Speer, it was more of a devil.

“Quiet in their prisoner… You’re starting to piss me off..” Spike growled loudly while muttering to Speer as he went door to door so he could poke his head inside to take a glance around hoping to find the living room while trying to remember which door the elf told him before Spot interrupted them. ‘Did the bug say six doors over, or did he say seven…’ he thought to himself as he opened each door on the way, but soon he arrived at the sixth door and carefully tried to twist the door handle, which didn’t budge. It was pretty obvious that it meant it was locked meaning he'd rather have to wait until morning, or he could force it open and face the punishment later, which he didn’t want to do so instead he pats his gut more gently before sighing. “Looks like I’ll be doing guard duty all night--” Spike mumbled to himself as he quietly yawned before making his way down the halls again. He was feeling pretty exhausted from all that happened only half an hour ago and he thought he may as well deserved a good rest for the rest of the night. “Perhaps there’s a couch somewhere I could sleep on…” He mumbled softly to himself as he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed knowing that he’s not going to be able to catch any more intruders for the night, but there's always tomorrow, and the night after that… For now, he’ll keep his first prisoner deep down inside him until he needs something, or he gets bored and wants to squeeze something.

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After a few minutes of free climbing, Speer soon reached the peak of the counter, pulling himself up onto the smooth table with a little bit of sweat dripping down the elf’s forehead that he quickly wiped away with the sleeves of his grey cotton shirt. His breaths felt a little heavy and his hands felt sore from all the climbing the slippery stones, it felt like his fingers were about to fall off and scurry away so he couldn’t put them through that hell ever again. To fight this pain Speer tried to shake his hands as quickly as he could before blowing on his abused hands to cool them down.

“Ouch-- How the heck does Ambu do this every day.” He murmured to himself in a whisper as his hands lowered back down to his hips. his eyes slowly starting to scan his surroundings making sure the coast was clear. In the corner of his golden irises, he could see the dim silhouette of a familiar male climbing up the counter beside the skyscraper of a fridge. The figure had a long, slim body with stick-like arms and limber movements with every planned hold he took, it was quick for him to recognize who it was due to a flat, scaly tail gently stroking to and fro to adjust his body weight. After all, Ambu was the only one who was the best at climbing out of everyone he knew. He then looked around for Silber, but the smaller elf was no longer on the ground where Speer last saw him gawking over the fruits high up on the other counter closest to the large window. Perhaps he was already making his way up to get to it, which made the young elf let out a deep, long sigh of disappointment before murmuring to himself “They better bring back something good if they’re willing to ignore my plans for the first thing to catch their childish eyes.” before he went back to scouting his surroundings for any traces of the human’s supper.

The table was mostly barren, the ice-cold marble floor he stood upon was as slippery as wet soap for his poor shoes, so he slowly removed them and carefully placed them into his satchel beside the two large earrings. There weren't many traces of any evidence of anything of interest around Speer, but he did expect them not to leave leftovers lying around to rot and end up growing mold, although it did mean that he had to look harder to find something to borrow.

“Perhaps I can check the stove, I’m pretty sure that there will be a pan that has some food I can take.” Speer thought to himself out loud, there were a few pans on the stove off in the distinct that might have some remnants of leftovers that’s been missed by the maids or family. Without making any sounds the elf started to jog beside the edge of the counter. His mythical golden irises kept themselves on the stove just on the other side of the counter he was on, There was only a single, shiny pot sitting on its lonesome with a lid still on it, the light from the lightbulbs reflected straight off the stainless metal. his ears perked up showing his interest in it. His speed picked up from a walk to a slight jog as he wanted to get there as quickly as he could, his quiet footsteps were muffled by his wooly socks, which he got as a gift from Oillan (Hanna’s brother) to keep himself from slipping on floors with the help of the leather patting that was sewed onto the sole of the sock in the shape of feline paws that also protected his feet from the cold.

It didn’t take long for the four inched borrowers to make it over to the stove, he hopped over the small gap from the counter over to the old, rusty stove that felt a lot warmer than the glossy counter he ran across just to get there, it felt like it was still cooling down after being used just a few hours before with a lingering smell of a stew that was nearly unnoticeable for the elf as it blended in with the smell of the burning candles from the wall seeping through the vents above. Although Speer could easily follow the faint scent over to the pot, he could only guess where the humans kept their leftovers to keep warm during the night to eat in the morning.

“It smells like the added some beef in there--” Speer thought to himself out loud as he smiled from ear to ear, he carefully started to scale the sides of the pot by leaping upwards and grabbing the rim that hung right over the elf’s head before pulling himself upwards and using his socked feet against the shiny metal wall to push himself onto the rim of the large bowl where he sat on while facing his back to the pot of stew to just admire how far he came from the floor to the top of the cauldron. His shiny eyes shimmered brightly, his ears flustered with pride knowing that night was going to be a great borrowing trip without any complications! Well-- as long as Ambu and Silber refrain from doing something idiotic and break something fragile.

Speer allowed a few minutes to slip from his fingers as he admired the view of the dim kitchen from above, the tiled floors seemed so far, but yet it seemed close enough to touch, he wondered if this is what it felt like to be a human’s size. The thought of being as tall as a human has crossed his mind a few times, the idea that he could just leave this world he was in and throw away his worry of being stepped on or devoured alive to the side and just live a safer life only a time in his life, but the idea always quickly came and gone as each time he reminds himself just how boring his life would become. He knew you couldn’t ride on the back of rabbits or foxes, and he couldn’t enjoy his favorite foods (roasted cockroach legs) or even enjoy the comfort of flowers that bloom in the summer right outside in the manor’s garden, that Speer enjoys to visit and take small naps inside the petals of the large flower. Let’s not forget the exciting adventures he goes on with his friends through the giant manor, avoiding the maid’s prying eyes and borrowing small trinkets from under their noses.

“Yeah, that’s not a life for me. I’m a borrower, not a human.” Speer told himself in a whisper as he quickly snapped back into reality, his eyes slowly glanced around twice making sure the coast was still clear before slowly and carefully start to spin around to face the lid covering the stew inside the shiny pot, it was held onto the pot tightly, almost as tight as a snake coiled around its prey. Small hook-like handles on two separate sides of the pot that look easy to pull open, although if he was too careless, he could accidentally slip and fall off and have to climb back onto the pot. To avoid that, Speer pulled out his clear fabric silk and tied it tightly around the handle of the lid before slowly sliding down the metal lid to the first hook, which he pushed at with his feet with all his strength until it popped off with a satisfying ‘pop!’ before the handle went limp as a dead mouse and dangled off to the side before he started to make it to the other side to do the same thing.

Once the other handle was pulled loose the lid bounced up a few inches causing the young elf to let out a panicked shriek as he was stumbled backward to the edge of the pot and would’ve fallen off if it wasn’t for his trusty silk tied around his waist that tugged at his tiny body as it stumbled off the edge. “S--Sticks!” He yelped as he was yanked upwards after falling a few inches before being launched back up then back down until he was dangling upside down as a fish caught on a fishing line. He tried to call out for help, but his voice could only travel for so long before dying out into the empty void of the kitchen.

“Sticks-- Sticks-- A--Ambu! Silber! Anybody!” Speer cried at the top of his lungs hoping one of the two would hear his pleas and arrive to help him down from the problem he accidentally got himself into. “This was a horrible idea! Why did I decide to do this without help-- I can’t believe how embarrassing this is!” He whined loudly as he quickly starts to wiggle himself into a position to try reaching for the satchel that he thought would be dangling against his back, he was hoping to have a knife he could use to cut himself back down to the stove, but his heart sank as he swiped around his back for a good few seconds trying to grab it, only to realize it was no longer on his back! His heart sank as dread started to fill his mind as his tiny body started to squirm more and his shouts started to pick up again that echoed a few feet before dying out again. Tonight… was going to be a long night… Speer thought to himself as his body went limp to wait for help to arrive before a human came along and saw him dangling from the pot.

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“Hmph-- Stupid human-- Never thought I’d be summoned to serve such a pathetic creature in all these years.” scoffed a tall, threatening, and a quite handsome man, as he stomped through the hard halls with his heavy bare feet. He wore a black shirt with ripped sleeves and a ripped pair of dark navy blue jeans with deep pockets with a few trinkets he’s collecting around the house in odd places. His tan skin illuminated in the warm bathing candlelight from the lamp he was carrying that revealed his muscular tone body under his clothes, his arms were a strong build that was covered in strange rune-like tattoos that were tattered throughout the arm and even inside his shirt, which was easily hidden from the outside eyes. The large 6 foot, male’s hair was short, bright, rosy red that matched with his rough anchor beard along with his strong jaw, and a pair of giant ram-like horns. His amber eyes glared around his surroundings trying to find anything to kill the time, there wasn’t anywhere to work out or take a nap without any of the maids trying to command him like a mutt. “Perhaps I could take some food from the kitchen-- They do owe me for summoning me like this--” The tall brute growled as a slight smirk appeared on his lips, he thought of grabbing some cooked steaks and a few bottles of whisky the Youngs might be keeping in their fridge. After all, who’s going to tell him no? The pathetic mortals trying to tame him? Like hell, he’d let them tell him what he can, and cannot eat!

The giant brute stomped his way to the kitchen and even got lost a few times after taking a few wrong turns down the dark maze-like manor all while growing and grumbling to himself. Although when he did find the right door, he didn’t waste any time to push the door open with some force as a way to let out a little bit of steam, which didn’t last long as the door banged against the wall sending a loud echo through the small kitchen. He couldn’t help but let out a soft scoff as he eyed his surroundings for a few minutes to see if there were any signs of any humans, maid or intruders, but all he saw was the smooth counters, the silver-grey fridge that was on the other side of the old, rusty stove that looked like it was the oldest thing in the house, but what caught his eyes (and his nose), was a steel pot that rested on the front left grill that gave off a sweet stew smell that had a mix of beef and steak along with some garlic, which gave it an irresistible smell that made his body crave to get a taste. His mouth started to water as he took a few glances over his shoulders to make sure nobody was around before he started to take a look at the pot, he was quick to notice something was off as the lid was loose and even a little slanted, which allowed the sweet smell of the stew to escape. “It looks warm-- which means someone just opened it--” He grumbled to himself as his eyes started to leer around the kitchen as he walked around the counter in the middle of the room trying to make sure he was alone, but again he found nothing. He tried to tilt his head upwards to sniff the air, but all he caught was the aroma of the broth… Although there was something and-- It smelt sweeter like a fruit, similar to a blueberry, it was faint but noticeable enough for him to try investigating its source.

“I don’t remember any of the mortals smelling so sweet-- Perhaps it’s just my nose playing tricks on me, or it could be a trespasser…” He growled quietly as he sniffs the air again and started to trail the smell back to its Oregon point, which leads him right back to the pot that started to mix in with the toasty scent of the stew, which made him quietly grunt as whoever opened the pot had to be the one who smelt so sweet. “When I catch whoever did this, I’ll make sure I’ll make sure they’ll never eat aga-- hm?” he cuts himself off as a small shimmer of light reflected off a thin thread of yarn that was tied to the pot handle, which he didn’t notice at first until now. With a soft huff, he reached his hand over to the thread of silk that felt smooth and clean, which was easy for him to wrap his finger around it before tugging it to see what would be fished in. Immediately he heard a loud squeak, and at first, he thought it was a rat that got tangled up, which ruined his mood knowing he’ll have to deal with it, but something about it seemed a little odd as it sounded a little… human. Either way, it didn’t stop the giant Brute from yanking the piece of the thread upwards to get a good look at what he found, and to his surprise, this wasn’t any rat, but an elf?

“The fuck--” He muttered as he held the elf up to face level to get a good look at it, his magma red eyes that examines the elf with the curiosity of a curious pup. He watches as the blue-haired elf wiggled in the air trying to escape the rope around his waist that kept him dangling like a piece of dried meat. The elf’s odd, glowing golden eyes showed the fear the elf was going through as he screamed and begged for him to let go, but frankly, the giant brute was too busy examining the elf to care what he was saying. His eyes narrow slightly to focus on the elf’s face before slowly leaning his head a little closer to his nose before sniffling the elf, he could’ve sworn he heard a startled yelp coming from the tiny being, which only made him chuckle softly as he smelt the sweet, fruitlike scent coming from the elf. “What the hell type of bug are you--” He finally asked in a blunt tone, which was reinforced by a low, deep growl of the slight annoyance of this trespasser who could've let this good food go to waste! And who knows if he or one of his two younger siblings would catch the blame for it. “And do you know what the fuck you got yourself into!” He barked a little louder, not loud enough to echo too far, but enough to get across that he was in no good mood for snarky or half-assed replies.

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Speer felt time crawling to a still as he was held right inches from the giant’s face, he could feel his hot, moist breath blowing on him with each exasperated breath that would leave a thin layer of saliva on his body, which quickly evaporated in seconds. His heart raced as he stared straight at the brute’s furious eyes that looked like a portal to a sea of flames, or better yet… hell itself. It wouldn’t need the genius to tell that this man wasn’t a normal human he’s seen around here, and by the way, the horns curled out from his head, it gave him a few ideas. The giant’s voice was blunt and harsh and each time he would speak Speer had to try covering his ears in fear of the larger male picking up his voice to a shout, which luckily never happened. He knew staying quiet would only get him in more trouble, so he was forced to bite his lips to try thinking of the best words to say knowing the giant was now listening to what he had to say unlike a minute earlier.

“I--I’m a borrower! Not a bug you stupid brute!” Speer snapped back, which he was quick to regret saying the second part that slipped out of his mouth that was meant to stay inside his mind. His hands were quick to slap over his lips hoping that his words wouldn’t reach the giant’s sharp ears. The kitchen went silent for a good few seconds as the demon glared down at him with a livid glance which told Speer that he heard what he said. “W--Wait hold on! I--I didn’t mean it like that!” he quickly replied hoping to scavenge up his mistakes. Although it didn’t seem like the red giant wasn’t having it… or was he? His golden irises started in confusion as the giant tan-colored hand started to lower as he crouched down closer to the ground before lowering Speer down a foot off the ground, but instead of carefully putting him down, the giant instead lets go of the silk causing the tiny elf to fall with a startled scream onto his back only inches away from the large, sharp black claws of the man’s toes.

“Stupid brute huh?” huffed the giant man as he stood up to the full height to loom over the tiny elf who tried to stumble up to his feet, but before he could get up on his knees, a large toe punched into his chest like a crate train, sending the elf back onto his back with a loud yelp of pain and caused him to lose his breath. Speer tried to gag for air as he curled up into a ball while groaning in pain as he felt a stinging feeling in his chest that was worse than getting a rubber eraser tossed right into his chest. Although the giant beast made it obvious that this wasn’t the end of it. “Heh~ one flick and you’re already as injured as a wingless fly!” He scoffed as he smirked at the tiny elf with a dominating glare, his sharp ears flicked for just a moment to listen to the pathetic elf trying to greedily steal some air to satisfy his lungs, which only gave him more desirable to show the elf who’s in charge. “Hmph, If you can’t handle a single toe, them imagine what would happen If I used my entire foot!” he growled with a small, dark chuckle as he flexed his toes right in front of the defenseless elf, his sharp dark claws tapped on the tiled floor, the sound sending shivers down Speer’s spine as he tries to move, but he winced in pain as anytime he tries to move a muscle, a jolt of pain sparked in his chest causing him to let out a soft whimper.

“I--I’m sorry-- Please-- L--let me go--” Speer tried to weakly plea for his life as he slowly moved to his head to look up at the giant brute who loomed over him with a smug grin on his face as he lifted his foot causing a shadow to engulf the elf and his entire sole took over his entire view of the room above. His heart started to pound against his throbbing chest as his mind started to blur for a moment as his body went in full flight mode as he pushed himself onto his feet, his legs wobbled like jello and his breaths were heavy as he tried to limp forward. He was dedicated to getting out of there! He wanted to survive! There was no way that he’d let himself be trampled under a brute! “N--No!” he exclaimed as he leaped forward with whatever energy he could muster, but unfortunately it wasn’t enough as the foot came down, crashing into the ground with a loud thump onto the floor, and onto the elf’s lower body that pressed his tiny legs and his stomach against the tiled floor with his torso being buried under the giant’s warm toes with only his head being the only thing that managed to escape being stepped on. Lucky it wasn’t enough to crush Speer into a paste, but it was surely painful as his bones groaned as if they were going to snap, and once again, his breath was pressed out of him causing him to let out a weak whimper as he tries to struggle against the giant foot pressing against him as he got a full view of the giant looming over him with the same, smug grin on his face as he crouched down closer to the suffering elf as if to mock him.

“Hmph, I’m quite surprised, bug-- I was sure you’d be crushed under my heel, and I never thought you would try to escape…” He scoffed followed by a slight snicker as he started to grind his foot into the ground to listen to Speer’s weak protests as he started to debate what to do with this little intruder. He could always just crush him right here and just go on his night with whatever is left stained on the ground, but there was still a high chance that he might not be alone and he might have friends who are around the house stealing or tampering with the manor, and even though he didn’t like anyone here, he couldn’t let them get away with it and end up getting the blame for it. So he might as well see if the elf might be willing to be a rat for some reward.

Speer could feel the giant’s sweat seeping into his clothes and the aroma that infiltrated his nose made him cough uncontrollably as it felt like his nose were going to burn right off, he could hear his heart thumping as if it was trying to escape his chest to make a run for it, but his ribs are struggling to keep it in place. His eyes were starting to water as he wiggled a little trying to free up his hands, which were both stuck under the giant’s pointer and middle toe, which his torso was being crushed against. There were times where he thought he might’ve passed out due to the horrendous smell, but anytime the red-haired giant would move his foot to grind him against the ground, it jolted him awake over and over again, all while his blurry eyes stare up at the brute hoping that everything would just end already, and surprisingly, it seemed like something was going to happen as he watched as his tormentor opening his mouth to speak again.

“Alright, my tiny prisoner… I’m going to give you options and you better listen carefully or else I won’t hesitate to squish you,” he growled quietly as he raised his foot slightly so it’ll still be pressing against the elf’s body, but not enough to harm him too much. His brows raised as little as he crossed his arms seeing that he got the full attention of the tiny elf who stared up with a little bit of hope in his weak, golden eyes. ‘Let’s just hope there are only a few more…’ he sighed to himself before finally starting on his demands. “Let's start with the basics… You’re trespassing on my--” he paused for a moment to shiver in disgust for what he was about to say, “My ‘master’s’ home, and thus I’m supposed to dispose of intruders like you, but frankly, I don’t know how many bugs like you there are so I’ll only make this deal once and ONLY once! Got that?” he growled before adding “Just tell me where your friends, that is if got any, if you have any, or else I’ll bite you in two…” he grumbled quietly as he carefully picked up the elf with his clawed toes and lifted him with his leg to grab him before returning it to the floor

“Ok fine! I--I’ll tell you!” Speer blurted at the top of his lungs at the first chance he could, he knew this deal was the only he might be able to survive, and hopefully be able to trick the giant long enough to make a run for it before he could find any of the other borrowers who were still in the room… or are they? His golden eyes glanced around his surroundings to see if there were any signs of the two others he was with, first he looked over to the fridge where he last saw Ambu climbing the fridge and saw the geckolin was gone, not just gone, but there were no traces of the young reptilian anywhere. Perhaps he saw the giant coming in and scattered, the same also went for Silber who was neither on the floor nor the fruit bowl… meaning he was now alone with this giant, brutal, demon.

“Hmph, you better prisoner--” He huffed quietly as he sniffed the air to make sure there weren’t any more tiny people around, which he couldn’t unfortunately. His eyes seemed to be focused as he looked under the tables and high in the cabinets for a good few minutes before looking at Speer. “So, are they here, or do you have a hideout somewhere in the manor?” He asked with a demanding tone as his hand squeezed the elf causing him to let out a weak squeak. “And if you try anything funny I’ll-”

“Yeah yeah, Y--you’ll bite me in half or stomp on me to death! You’ve already said that about a hundred times!” Speer cuts the giant beast off before letting out a deep sigh. He didn’t want to give away any information about their favorite hideouts, but if he didn’t give his captor any clues to where he could find other tinies, then he would end up in bigger trouble. “Y--You can find one of our meeting spots in the guest living room six doors down! I--It’s in the brok--”

“Spike! Spike!” Excitedly shouts a younger voice from down the hall, which was followed by quick, light footsteps that echoed through the building, which sounded like some sort of boot, but whoever it was startled the giant brute as he jumped a little as he turned to look at the door that was still open. His amber-red eyes grew a little annoyed before looking at Speer for a second, then back at the door as the footsteps grew louder and louder by the second. It was obvious that the man didn’t want whoever that was to see what was happening and he couldn’t help but mutter, “You got to be fucking kidding me-- I thought I told Spot to stay in the garden…” His attention quickly returned to Speer as he tried to think what to do with him, he could always shove him into a pocket, but he might move too much and he didn’t have any shoes to hide him in… Although there was one place he could try, even if it might be a pain to get the elf out of, it was better than nothing. “Don’t make a sound, got that bug?” he growled before gripping Speer by the scruff of his shirt and lifting him high up over his head, his mouth was starting to water again as the sweet scent of the tiny elf started to feel his nose again, his lips carefully lick his chops to moisten them up for what he was going to do.

Speer was quite quick to catch on to what was going to happen, his heart raced as his eyes widened as he dangled above the giant’s head, directly over his firm lips that shimmered after his moist lips licked it. He wanted to protest and cry for help, but his body wouldn’t move! It was frozen, no, not frozen, it was limp! He dangled in the air with his eyes wide open staring down at the beast who eyed him like a piece of candy. “W--wait! I thought we had a deal!” He tried to reason with the giant, who seemed to be getting a little more desperate as the footsteps got closer to the kitchen. His mind was racing with different things that he could do to try escaping, but without his satchel, which was still on the stove, there was no way out of this one. “Please don’t! I--I promise to tell you! Honest!” He continues to beg as he watches the brute’s lips start to part to reveal a dark, moist cavern and a wave of hot hair washed into his body sending shivers down his tiny spine. His eyes stared frighteningly at the red tongue rolling out like a red carpet over his sharp, dog-like canines as it was dripping with drool as it yearned for the elf who tried grabbing onto the giant’s fingers for protection while praying that somehow, someone or something would save him, but it seemed like he already ran out of his luck as the fingers started to loosen their grip on his shirt, his heart dropped as his arms scraped against the tan skin of the brute’s large finger, but it was already too late as gravity took over and he was sent tumbling downwards to the awaiting giant’s maw.

Speer’s scream got louder as he fell onto the giant hound’s red tongue with a muffled splat, his body flailed helplessly on the warm, slobbery tongue that quick to roll up like a burrito around the tiny elf causing him to let out a fearful whimper. His ears pin up against his head as he tries to shout from the top of his lungs for the giant brute to let him go at once, “C-crap-- L--let me off of your tongue before I kill your taste bud-WOAH!” The blue hair elf was quickly silenced as the large tongue slowly pulled back into the brute’s mouth before he closed it with a loud ‘tak’ as his fangs closed off any escape for the tiny elf, wrapping Speer into the darkness like a blanket of the night. Although his golden irises glowed brightly, which gave him a little bit of visibility in the dark, living space, even if it was a little too dark to make out the faint outlines of the hound’s pearly whites that lined up in his mouth and the slimy saliva that strung from the hard, squishy roof of the hound’s maw to the tongue, some of it also slowly dripped down from above onto the poor elf’s face, which made him let out a quiet whine as he swipes it off. His tiny heart pounded against his chest once again as his hands wrapped around the base of the damp tongue as it tried to push him around like a piece of beef jerky. His clothes were quick to get moist in a thick layer of saliva, which made him a little heavier as he was pushed from one side of the mouth to the other while keeping his mouth shut to avoid accidentally swallowing some saliva that bathed him like a hot tub of hot chocolate, just replaced with the scent of old kibble and a hint of whiskey, which made him cringe as he scrunched up his nose in disgust. “Gah-- It’s like something died in he-ACK!” He accidentally opened his mouth a little too much and the tongue immediately smothered his face, which made some saliva fly straight into his mouth and down his throat forcing him to gag loudly as he quickly regretted opening his mouth. “Ugh--” he groaned quietly as the tongue continued to smother him nonstop for a few good minutes.

“Mhph-- Not bad for a bug-- you taste as you smell, just like blueberries~” The large man mumbled as he tasted the elf, he couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle while listening, and feeling the tiny elf sliding across his tongue. It was somewhat satisfying feeling dominant over the pathetic blue-haired elf, perhaps he should do this more in the future if he could get his hands on more elves, or if he could keep this prisoner until he’s unneeded anymore. He couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as he leans against the counter as he tilts his head upwards to get his tiny prisoner to his cell, after all, he had to make sure his siblings doesn’t find out about the elves, they might try getting attached to the little intruders and he will never be able to get rid of them. “I’ll talk to you later… so just stay quiet for a few hours…” he said for the last time with a slight huff before cocking his head upwards to get the elf to slide down to the back of his throat, the feeling of the tiny’s squirming sent an amazing feeling down his strong spine as a small smirk crept on his face, but before he could swallow, a familiar voice called out again, which made him quietly growl as he turned his head to glance at the door only to see a younger demon who interrupted him from swallowing the elf, the young demon's hair was the same rose-red color and also had two horns on his head, although they were more curved and pointing upwards more into the air instead of facing forward. He also looked friendlier as his face had a more kid-like appearance with cute freckles on his pale face and a smile that went ear to ear, which told the brute, who was so-called ‘Spike’ that his brother probably found something interesting… well something that might not be that important.

“There you are, Spike! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” The hound said with an excited smile as he walked into the kitchen, his steps gave off a gentle clink clucking sound as his leatherlike boots tapped against the cold tiled floor that echoed through the kitchen with every step he took. He wore an outfit that would make anyone think he was some mischief bandit by his black jeans with a black and golden belt as well as an open black jacket with a thin white shirt that showed a little of his defined body. He wasn’t anywhere close to muscular as his counterpart Spike but did have a more slim form for someone his age. “Whatcha doing here? Are you here for a midnight snack? Ooo! Can I eat something as well?” The young hound asked with a bright smile as he hustled over to the stew pot to investigate what was inside. His cherry-red eyes shimmered a little seeing the delicious stew that’s the lid was still off to the side so the once-hot stew was now simply warm and slightly bitter, but it didn’t stop the pup from turning to Spike with a slight, playful smirk before asking “So whatcha eating besides this stew?” He said after noticing that the stew wasn’t touched by any spoons, but what gave it away was that there was a small thread of silver silk dangling from the edge of his lips that he forgot to slurp up.

Spike debated on what to say, sure he could be truthful and tell his brother about the elf he caught and just eat the damn elf, but he knew that Spot would probably try protecting the tiny intruders, so instead, he lets out a slight huff before cocking his head upwards before swallowing as loudly, and strong as his throat would allow. The muffled scream from his prisoner could barely be heard through his thick and powerful throat as a tiny bulge appeared in his throat, which was hardly noticeable that wiggled its way down it until vanishes under his collar bone and entered his torso, where he knew the elf would be stored safely in his stomach as he deals with his younger brother before he could get back to the elf. “‘Blech’-- Excuse me-” Spike started as he covered his mouth after accidentally burping, his breath carried a hint of the sweet elf’s scent, which he could probably use to say he ate some berries. “I just had a steak and a few blueberries, nothing important…” His tongue lapped over his fangs to get the last bit of his sweet tastes that lingered in his mouth as his hand gently rubbed against his muscular body, where his stomach was located. He felt satisfied as he felt the elf trying to climb around his stomach like a jungle gym while he was trying to escape, it was something he could do for a few hours, or a few days debating on his mood, but he couldn’t savor this feeling for too long as he snapped back into reality as his brother reached for a wooden spoon and took a bite of the stew.

“Mmm! Holy moly Spike! This tastes amazing!” Spot squealed in delight as he quickly went for a second scoop without minding too much to Spike’s odd behavior with rubbing his stomach. Perhaps it was a rich streak that Spike wanted to savor the feeling of before heading out on his patrol through the house. “I think I’ll get a bowl of this stuff to eat when I head back to the gard--! OH YEAH! I came here to tell you something!” The young man exclaimed as he remembered the reason why he was here before getting distracted by the delicious stew, his tail started to sway to and fro in excitement as he turned his attention to his older, and tougher sibling. “You won’t believe what I saw outside! I was just sitting outside on a bench overlooking the garden as you asked me to, and I was a SQUIRREL! Not just a boring nut-eating squirrel either, this one ran up to my feet and climbed onto my shoulders! But… I got a little too excited and jumped up to my feet and the poor thing got startled and ran--” Spot sighed a little in disappointment and took a small spoonful of stew and plopped it into his mouth, which did enough to get him to quietly moan as the sweet warm stew deluge his tongue before swallowing it to get another scoop that helped him feel slightly better now.

In response to his innocent brother's story, Spike couldn’t help but feel slightly annoyed, which was evidenced by his deep growl in the back of his throat as he crossed his arms and tapped his barefoot on the tiled ground as he shot daggers at his brother before he finally started to bark at Spot. “So you left your post unprotected because you wanted to tell ME that you saw a rodent!? Why the hell do you think I care what you see if it’s not a trespasser!” He snapped at Spot as he stomped his foot, sending a shockwave throughout the room rattling the plates, bowls, and utensils for a few seconds before the room goes completely silent. The only things that could be heard were the larger hound’s breathing as he huffed quietly, and the muffled sounds of an angry elf inside his gut that he paid no mind to. “Now if you excuse me… I should get back to my patrol around this dump, and you should as well after you eat…” He spoke more softly as he let out a soft huff before stomping out of the kitchen and back to the hall to find the living room… wherever that was… “Where did that bug say it was… actually-- what am I looking for inside the living room--” he muttered to himself as he thought about it for a few seconds before shrugging his shoulders and muttering “I’ll figure it out when I find the right door… perhaps I’ll ask my prisoner a few questions before I decide if he becomes Kebble or gets the chance to live--”

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“Let me out!” Speer cried at the top of his lungs as he sprinted his entire body into the wrinkly, fleshy red wall, it was squishy enough to push outwards a few inches, but it was obvious that there was no way he could bust his way out, which he already knew from the start. The stomach was unbearably hot and the smell was strong with barely any fresh air to breathe, the only light he could get was the faint golden glow his eyes gave off, but not even that wasn’t bright enough to let him see two inches in front of him so he was constantly scrambling around trying to feel his surroundings. He could make out the living walls around him as it groaned and gurgled around him as he moved around the small space. The ground was squishy and moist making it nearly impossible to walk before sinking into it like quicksand or slipping in a pool of mucus, which he did slip a few times. Each time he would let out a startled yelp until he eventually settled down leaning against the wrinkly walls and pressing his pointy ears against the fleshy walls to try listening to the outside world. He could hear the muffled thumps of the giant’s footsteps as the elf presumed to be walking to the living room to find any other elves who are unfortunate enough to get caught by the giant beast, which caused the stomach to sway back and forth gently, which wasn’t that noticeable. He could also hear the distant heart thumping as it sent oxygen throughout the giant’s body and his powerful lungs that roared each time air was breathed in before being exiled in the same roaring sound. “If I ever get out of here… I swear you are going to pay you dumb mutt…” he quietly growled under his breath as he tries to take a deep breath only to get the strong, putrid aroma to go down his nose, which made his lungs burn and caused the elf to start coughing uncontrollably.

Speer was faced with two different outcomes coming from this, either the giant brute was intending on disposing of him by digesting him like a dog treat, which would mean that it was a matter of time before acids start to feel the stomach burn his skin until he’s nothing but protein for the giant, or there was a slim chance that his devourer was planning on keeping him alive to use as bait to lure in other tinies, both possibilities were terrifying ideas for the blue elf, but he could only hope for the latter so he could hopefully find a way to escape his living prison. For now… he could only let his mind wander as he stared off into space as he looked up at the stomach walls as if he was looking for any signs of escaping. His small hands carefully slip into his pockets idly as he thought about trying to scale the wrinkly walls, but quickly decides not to as he remembered there were just too many movements to even climb, plus what’s stopping the giant hound from punching his stomach to make him lose balance or just swallow him again. Soon his mind snaps to an idea as his hands touch a familiar plastic tube in his pocket that he quickly grips and pulls out of his pocket to reveal something he nearly forgot about! It was his tranquilizer darts! Three of them to be exact! Just one of these could knock out a stomach like this with a single dose if the beast tried to digest him, it was just what he needed to get enough time to escape if he ever gets the chance, but for now, he’ll keep it safe until he finds any signs of acid. All he could hope for was the brute doesn’t try doing it anytime soon. “He wouldn’t know what hit hi--STICKS!” he exclaimed as a sudden stomachquack shook the entire stomach with a muffled thump that could be heard from the outside world that launched him into the air for a few seconds before falling back down onto his belly. ‘What the hell was that!?’ Speer thought to himself as he pushed himself back up to cough out some mucus he got into his mouth before wiping what he could from his face while clutching the three darts as tightly as he could, and his question was soon answered by a loud voice coming from above like some sort of divine being, but for Speer, it was more of a devil.

“Quiet in their prisoner… You’re starting to piss me off..” Spike growled loudly while muttering to Speer as he went door to door so he could poke his head inside to take a glance around hoping to find the living room while trying to remember which door the elf told him before Spot interrupted them. ‘Did the bug say six doors over, or did he say seven…’ he thought to himself as he opened each door on the way, but soon he arrived at the sixth door and carefully tried to twist the door handle, which didn’t budge. It was pretty obvious that it meant it was locked meaning he'd rather have to wait until morning, or he could force it open and face the punishment later, which he didn’t want to do so instead he pats his gut more gently before sighing. “Looks like I’ll be doing guard duty all night--” Spike mumbled to himself as he quietly yawned before making his way down the halls again. He was feeling pretty exhausted from all that happened only half an hour ago and he thought he may as well deserved a good rest for the rest of the night. “Perhaps there’s a couch somewhere I could sleep on…” He mumbled softly to himself as he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed knowing that he’s not going to be able to catch any more intruders for the night, but there's always tomorrow, and the night after that… For now, he’ll keep his first prisoner deep down inside him until he needs something, or he gets bored and wants to squeeze something.