My first Vore Story!!

It's a SOMA Fanfiction so there will be some horror elements!! But nothing graphic or anything.

SOMA belongs to Frictional Games
Fenja and her Dad belong to me
Cover Art by meeee c:

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This was not what Fenja had in mind when she had escaped her overprotective Father's clutches.

Her small form shuffled through the vents, her senses on high alert. She strained her ears for any noises coming from underneath her… But everything seemed quiet. The Halls of Theta were lifeless… for the moment.

And yet, Fenja dared not to venture out of her safe haven. She had Heard the squeals, gurgles and horrible cries of… Of Whatever *that* thing was.

Nope, this was not at all what Fenja had in mind when she and her father arrived at this particular underwater facility.

Slowly and with a racing heart, she struggled forward. There was no way that she could possibly step foot outside the vents. But… she had come here for a reason. Fenja had escaped the relative safety of the Crew quarters with the scanning room in search of Information, trying to figure out just what the heck had happened here.

When she had arrived in Theta with her father, there had been so many trails of flesh and… Something else. It had looked like some type of coral or General underwater growth.

And the people… Oh God, the people…

Fenja shook herself, trying to free herself of the horrible images of people Stuck in that… pugnant Mix of flesh and coral. But those images would haunt her for the rest of her life. Especially the noises…

Then, she froze. There! Another squeal! Fenja frowned. That one sounded… different… Familiar, but– she barely had time to figure out the noise when the walls around her quivered suddenly.

Something was crawling in the vents aswell.

Fenja’s limbs seemed Stuck. Everything around her appeared to be frozen in time as she focused only on the slight Vibrations of the Metal around her as well as the dull *thump, thump, thump* of her heart.

She was not alone.

A stifled gasp escaped her and she hastily continued. The girl knew that, whatever was with her in the vents, must know about her thanks to her own movements. But how did it know she was in here? Was it a coincidence? Was she just unlucky? Had it Heard her and followed her inside? And where had it crawled inside?

So many questions raced through her head as she hastily crawled onward. There was no time. She had to get back. Back to her father. Back to safety. But she couldn't Turn back. That thing Was in the way and she had no idea where she was…

Tears stung in her eyes, finally reaching an exit. She opened the lock but hesitated… If She stepped foot out into the Halls of theta… She’d be easy prey for whatever else lurked in the darkness…

A few deep breaths later, she was still indecisive. Maybe she could avoid the monsters all together by using a different Route in the vents. It was foolish, a naive hope to believe she could avoid the creature in the vents simply by crawling around it but what choice did she have?

And so, that was what she did. Slowly, she shuffled forward, trying to keep her movements to a minimum to not attract the sharp eared Monster.

In the next moment, the Metal plate beneath her was ripped off.

To say she was surprised would be an understatement.

She yelped in shock and gasped as strong, slimy arms caught her. Her small form was embraced and squeezed against a soft yet sturdy chest. She immediately recognized who it was.

“Dad…” She breathed a sigh of relief, a few stray tears running down her cheeks. A low growl rumbled under her ear, a soothing, comforting Sound.

But it quickly grew sharp. Fenja’s relief didn't last very long when He held her higher up, like an owner holding a cat, his webbed claws under her armpits. He scowled at the girl. He was clearly angry.

He sniffed her, turning his head here and there, turning her body from here to there, checking his daughter for injuries, all the while letting out grumbly, unhappy growls. “... Reckless… little devil… running off…”

He fussed grumpily over her until He was satisfied with his Assessment. His Look promised her she was in trouble. “We have a lot to talk about, young Lady,” his voice was low and a little menacing. His tail swished behind him, like an annoyed cat.

Fenja sighed but resigned herself to her fate. At least she was safe now. Yet, the distant noises of something shuffling through the vents were still audible and her father knew of the danger lurking in the Halls and vents of Theta.

“We will talk about this later,” He hissed at her, “Now, I don't want you making a Sound, alright?”

The girl nodded, knowing what was to come. And soon enough, his mouth opened wide, showing off his sharp teeth. But the little one knew she wasn't about to be harmed.

She was gently placed inside the gaping maw, her upper body disappearing into a welcoming throat. He grunted as He gently swallowed her down, each gulp squishing her in velvety darkness, Pulling her downwards. He tilted his head back, allowing gravity to help him in his Mission. His neck distended as the small form slid down his hatch. With one last powerful gulp, her small form was embraced by the soft, cushioned inside of his stomach cavity. His belly rumbled as it distended, his body accommodating to the precious cargo it had just received.

He let out a satisfied Mix between a grunt and a sigh. His large, webbed claw stroked his swollen middle protectively. He was content to have her nestled safely within the protective confines of his belly, away from the outside threats. He continued to gently rub and pat his stomach, as if to assure himself that his daughter was secure inside.

His slimy interior squeezed her gently as she squirmed to find a comfortable Position. The slippery material of his stomach walls shifted and undulated around her, molding itself to her body and creating a snug, cushiony environment. It was warm, safe, and surprisingly comfortable. She supposed turning into a giant, goopy, fish Monster had its benefits, like holding your child inside your body.

He grunted in satisfaction. Exactly where He wanted her. Another noise from the vent reminded him of the danger and He stealthily, carefully sneaked his way back, trying to avoid any confrontation with the other Monsters. He couldn't afford a fight. Not with his daughter inside his belly.

It certainly had been Handy to have been turned into a large, hulking Monster thanks to the structure gel. It had helped him find his daughter by his enhanced senses. If He hadn't found her… He shuddered, his muscles and claws clenching around her vulnerable Form anxiously.

Soon enough, He made his way back to the relative safety of the sleeping quarters. He closed the door behind himself and turned on the light in the living room area. A large Pile of blanket that served as a makeshift bed Was placed next to the couch and, with a grunt, He lowered himself on top of it.

He curled around his swollen middle, cradling it as if it was the most precious thing in the World, his tail gently snaking around the squirming flesh.

The girl inside reacted to the change in Position. “Dad? Dad, are we there yet? Can you let me go now? Please? I promise I won't sneak out again… Dad? Hello?”

But He remained silent. She would be able to figure out on her own what her punishment was. For now He could finally rest and calm his racing heart.

She would stay put inside him for quite some time, He would make sure of it.

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Those Proxies do be making scary noises. If you're into horror, survival games then I can't recommend SOMA enough. It's such a good game!