Story request for  pootisman24 !

Thanks for being patient man; I was planning to upload this earlier. It was really hard to write considering the plot but nonetheless, I managed to get the eggs in the basket! Enjoy!

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Chris Aldalta ©

Vorist ©

Story © me,
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It was cold on the battlefield, though the raging combat on the frontline was quite the polar opposite. Mercenaries, red and blue, exchanging fire back and forth over the mid control point, colorful hats and other apparel everywhere, and the occasional goofball who would propose a pact of friendship to the other team. Others would just frolic around the way their humorous imaginations would allow.
In the present time, Chris and Vorist were playing the same game, albeit not as seriously. While the others were engaging head-first in the action at the forefront, Chris hid away near his base, next to the concrete staircase that led to the second control point on his team’s side. He played for RED, and so did Vorist, who was currently fulfilling the role of the team’s loyal arsonist: the Pyro.

Considering his loadout, it was practically impossible for him to be overlooked by his brother Chris, as his wear consisted of the Pyromancer’s Mask, a sombrero hat and red membrane wings. While Vorist in his pyromaniac suit had told Chris that he was taking action with the rest of the team to advance, Chris didn’t want to go with him. He hadn’t picked a class to be yet, and was technically just a standby spectator, though actually being in play at the same time. He didn’t want to fight with his team members, and would rather just wait until Vorist would come to get him. Namely, he had promised Chris a surprise that he would be rewarded with at the end of the game. Whatever this surprise would be - and if it would actually be good or nasty; he only had to wait and find out.

“Victory” Chris heard the Announcer’s voice speak through the dozens of loudspeakers around the area. The game was over. Chris and Vorist’s team had successfully won the round, and he knew what that meant for him. His brother was to retrieve him from the venue of appointment soon enough, and then the magic would happen. If what Vorist would present to Chris was actual magic, at least.
After waiting for a few minutes, he saw a black, rubber glove grasp around the edge. After that, the Pyro presented himself to Chris, with hats and all.
“Hudda hudda!” he said before removing his mask and revealing the face Chris knew best. It was Vorist in the flesh.
“Brother!” Chris exclaimed, hugging him right after. Vorist returned the hug, and licked Chris’ cheek.
“You made it here!”
Vorist smiled as Chris. “I did,” he snickered. “Now, I bet you’re waiting for what I have in store for you, right?”
Chris nodded vibrantly. “Just be very careful not to harm me in any way,” he bleated softly with his head laying against Vorist’s ear.
The Pyro chuckled, dusting off his fireproof suit and ditching his heavy equipment to the side. “It’s quite the opposite, actually!”
And with that, he grabbed Chris by his shoulders and lifted him a little from the ground, his head closer to Vorist’s face. Chris, wearing a slightly uncomfortable and unsure look on his face, tilted his head downwards as to avoid whatever sight he would be greeted by. This certainly wasn’t what he expected from his best brother.

Vorist noticed how Chris was tucking his head against his chest. “I promise, you’ll be alright!” he said in an attempt to reassure Chris that what he had in plan was not going to be a harrowing experience.
“It’s all about keeping you safer and closer,” he said as he opened his mouth and pulled Chris’s head towards it, with Chris soon being greeted with the daunting sight of Vorist’s uvula. Saliva dripped off the sides of the fleshy walls inside, and a small, slimy drip fell on Chris’s forehead as he was shoved deeper into his brother’s mouth. The drip of saliva trickled down his nose, as Chris experienced a growth of confidence in the situation. His insecurity turned into a smile as he had already realized what his beloved friend was treating him to.
“I think I’m ready for this, bro!” Chris shouted from inside his mouth, his voice muffled a little from the walls inside Vorist’s mouth.
“Great,” Vorist let out articulately as he cocked his head backwards, with the lower half of Chris’ body still sticking out, his feet flaccidly keeping still to accompany his brother in swallowing him whole, as opposed to any other prey, who would most probably frantically flail his legs about!
“Here it comes!” he said while pushed Chris’ legs down the hatch, while his own belly spawned a bulge that swelled outwards the more Chris disappeared into Vorist’s stomach.

Chris closed his eyes to indulge himself in the full experience of being enveloped by the insides of his very own brother. The soft, warm walls pressed against him from every side he could conceive, and he thoroughly enjoyed every second of it. The mere thought of being safely stored inside the belly of Vorist was already enough to bring a warm smile to the faces of both of them. Vorist let out a small gulp to send Chris completely down his stomach, as he patted his squirming, gurgling belly as he did.
“Comfy in there, bro?” he said, hoping that Chris would be able to hear him. And to his avail.
“Absolutely!”, he exclaimed while repositioning himself in his brother’s stomach, causing Vorist to experience a satisfying, squirmy feeling. “Can you even hear me?”
“I can, bro!”, Vorist replied. “If you need anything, just tell me!”
“Alright,” Chris answered. At the moment, he had no inclination for his brother to provide him with anything extra, as he had only just entered his stomach and hadn’t experienced his time in there for the full length yet. He rubbed the slippery pink walls, occasionally giving them very light punches and presses, only to feel Vorist rub his own belly in return. Not to mention the length in which he squirmed in his brother’s tummy.
“I’m happy you’re enjoying it so much,” Vorist said while jostling the bulge in his belly around, and pressed against the pokes from Chris’s squirming. “How about I keep you in there until tomorrow?”
Chris immediately sprouted excitement. “You mean I get to sleep in here? Awesome!”

“Five… four… three… two… one…”

“Oh, it looks like a new round has started,” Vorist said to himself as he suited back up in his Pyro gear.