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!! Here we have some more Ranga love, with episode 11 taking a more vorish turn!
Thank you so much for your continued support, I can't put into words how grateful I am! 💚
This does contain vore but it is soft and non explicit!
It was during the middle of a check-in at the blacksmith’s that he was summoned.
“Lord Rimuru.”
Perfect timing… Thought Rimuru as he turned towards the doorway. He had been waiting for the moment he could politely excuse himself, and the perfect reason had just walked in the door. “Rigurd. What is it?”
“An envoy of Lizardmen has arrived,” Rigurd informed him before carefully scooping the slime up and placing him on his shoulder.
As they left the building, they were approached by Shion, Benimaru, and Hakuro.
“Lord Rimuru. Would you mind if we accompanied you? We want to know what the Lizardmen are up to.”
Rimuru nodded. ”Of course.”
Now then… He thought as they headed out. Are we dealing with friends…or foes?
The party approached, with Shion now holding Rimuru. He peered at the Lizardmen in a moment of uncomfortable silence.
Which one’s the envoy?
The gathering parted down the middle, tapping their spears to the ground and parting to reveal a Lizardman on a mount.
Talk about your dramatic entry… Rimuru thought to himself as he watched the display. He was mentally rolling his eyes.
The Lizardman raised his fist before jumping from his mount and landing with a flourish, raising his arms. “Haah! Hello there, fellow monsters! I am Gabiru of the Lizardmen. From now on, you will all serve under me!” He spun on his heel and braced his hands on his hips. “And consider it a great honor!”
The others knelt to the ground, clapping and cheering: “Gabiru!” “You’re the best!” “So cool!”
A few of them even tilted their shields to catch the sunlight and reflect it back at the tall form of their leader.
One of Gabiru’s subordinates spoke clearly. “Pay close attention and savor this moment forever. You have the great privilege of speaking with the future chieftain of the Lizardmen personally. You may bow!!”
…Huh?
Rimuru immediately tensed. Serve me? A great honor? Who does this guy think he is??! As if! And— His slime form stretched as Shion’s grip tightened on him.
Rigurd shook his head, holding his arms out. “You said your name was Gabiru? This request to serve you is…rather sudden.”
“Must I spell it out for you?” Gabiru addressed him. “News is that those Orc pigs are invading the Great Forest of Jura. I, Gabiru, will protect you weaklings from the threat of the Orcs!” He proudly proclaimed, spreading his arms to the sky in another grand display.
The word repeated in Rimuru’s mind as a sickly echo: Weaklings…
“I have been informed that there are some among you who have managed to tame Direwolves. Those of you who have will become my officers. Go forth and fetch them for me!”
Rimuru felt Shion’s fingers digging in again.
“Can I kill him?” Benimaru deadpanned through Thought Communication with Rimuru.
For a moment, Rimuru let the intrusive thought win. He replied: “Sure!”
But, upon hearing Benimaru cracking his knuckles, Rimuru recounted: “…Wait, no! No! No!”
Benimaru stopped his advance but remained in position between Gabiru and his master.
“Listen, we didn’t exactly tame the Direwolves. We made them our allies. I’m the one who did that.”
Gabiru’s jaw dropped. “A slime did that?! Please, don’t make such jokes!”
Rimuru had had enough by this point. It was time to get serious with this lizard. “Ranga!” He called.
A voice answered, low and strong: “Yes, Master.”
Shion’s shadow elongated, and from it sprang the Tempest Star Wolf, his huge gray paws thudding on the ground as he uttered a low growl. His yellow eyes glowed fiercely beneath his twin horns as he towered over Gabiru. Ranga's menacing aura sent a shockwave through the group.
“Wow…the other guys are cowering in fear, but this guy seems to have some guts.” Rimuru mused.
“Wait, was he always that big?” Benimaru asked via Thought Communication.
“That's his true size.” Rimuru explained. “This size works better for intimidating people, you know?”
“He says he wants to talk to you. Hear him out.” Rimuru instructed.
“So speak. I'm listening.” Ranga rumbled.
Gabiru didn’t step back or cower. “Are you the leader of the Direwolves?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “Your beautiful fur….your keen eyes….you truly have a majestic presence. And yet…you deface yourself by choosing to serve a pitiful slime?”
Rimuru was furious. “What?!”
Ranga’s lips pulled back in a snarl, his hackles raised.
Gabiru widened his stance, his tail going rigid. “It seems you've been deceived. Very well. What this slime has done to you is unforgivable…” He pointed an accusatory claw toward Rimuru. “I shall defeat him for you!”
The Lizardmen cheered and clapped at this, chanting his name while he struck poses.
“…You must be joking.” Ranga’s eyes narrowed to slits. “A mere lizard dares to insult my master…?”
The air shifted and compressed. A deep, guttural growl rumbled in Ranga’s chest as his eyes flashed red, a dark aura rolling off his fur like oppressive waves in a storm.
The Tempest Star Wolf’s shadow loomed over Gabiru as the massive creature closed the short distance between them, his jaws stretched wide. Ranga’s teeth closed around Gabiru’s frame, gentle enough to not cause harm, but firm enough to ensure the Lizardman couldn’t wiggle free.
A soft gasp escaped Gabiru as he was momentarily pinned between Ranga's palate and vast, soft tongue. He was suddenly wrapped in darkness and an all-encompassing warmth as the wolf’s soft breath washed over him.
Saliva seeped into his armor and across his well-manicured scales, rooting him in the terrifying reality of the moment. When Gabiru’s body finally reacted, his tail giving a flick, his world immediately turned upside down.
Ranga threw his head back and finally swallowed his scaly quarry with a booming gulp. The lump of Lizardman Gabiru slipped down his throat and into his belly, where a slight bump was visible in his soft gray fur.
The moment of stunned silence was broken by a chorus of “Ranga?!” and shouts of “Gabiru?!” from his panicked subordinates.
Ranga stood proud, still facing the other Lizardman so they could witness their leader's apparent struggle.
But he wasn’t struggling.
“Be not afraid!” Gabiru’s voice echoed, bringing his troops forward in a frenzied rush in order to hear him. “The great Gabiru cannot be defeated by a wolf’s belly!”
“Huh….?” Rimuru blinked.
“Yes, this is all going according to plan!” Gabiru shouted, louder this time. The spotlight, despite the situation, was still on him, after all. For the most part.
Ranga sat and peacefully licked his paw in the confused silence that followed. His belly shifted slightly, giving the impression that Gabiru was getting comfortable inside of a hammock.
“According to…what plan?!” Blurted Rimuru and company in unison.
On the other side of the wolf, Gabiru’s subordinates suddenly scrambled into action. “We must help Sir Gabiru!!” They crowded Ranga, patting and rubbing his belly as if that would make him spit their leader out sooner.
Ranga swayed slightly on his haunches. Not uncomfortable in the slightest, he appeared calm and quite content.
Rimuru and his party watched on, a slight wind from Ranga's wagging tail reaching them.
“Should we…do something?” Benimaru wondered aloud.
Rimuru observed the scene: Ranga, his soft belly fur ruffled by many lizard paws. His eyes half lidded, his mouth hung open in a contented pant. “Ranga…you should probably spit him out. Gabiru may be rude, but it's not like I want him to die or anything. I appreciate the loyalty, though.”
The wolf rumbled low in his chest. When he spoke, it was once again through his master’s Thought Communication. “I assure you I won't digest him, Master. I am merely keeping him until he decides he's learned his lesson. No one will insult my master and get away with it.” He punctuated his sentence with a slow blink.
Rimuru considered this for a moment. Ranga did look comfortable, and the group rubbing his tummy didn’t seem to be bothering him, in fact he seemed to be enjoying it quite a lot. Plus, Gabiru was getting his just desserts, while also being dessert for the Tempest Star Wolf—for now. “Why the heck not, Ranga? You can keep him in there for a while. I’ll cover for you.”
Then, he addressed the subordinates out loud: “Keep it up, guys. Belly rubs are the only way to keep him calm enough. Right, Ranga?”
Ranga simply yawned before he lay down at last, stretching out fully on his side and flexing his toes a bit. Gabiru’s subordinates moved like a hive mind around his huge shape. They kept rubbing, trying to bargain or convince the wolf to release their leader. But he only basked in the attention.
“Ranga said he'll let Gabiru out after the tummy rub quota is filled.”
The crowd of Lizardmen nodded their understanding and called out to their leader. “Hear that, Sir Gabiru?!”
“You see!” Came Gabiru’s muffled voice. “I will be totally fine.” He spoke with the same level of confidence as before, but only Ranga could feel the tremble in his belly from his shaking.
Rimuru moved closer to the Tempest Star Wolf. He could still hear Gabiru babbling a cocky rant from within Ranga’s belly. Well, the slime thought to himself, Gabiru hasn’t shut up in there, but at least he’s not talking trash about me anymore. I consider that a win in its own right!
Smiling inwardly, Rimuru climbed Ranga’s side and settled atop his furry belly to address the Lizardmen subordinates again. “Keep those claws and paws moving, everyone! Ranga likes open palm rubs the best.”
A subtle smirk appeared on Ranga’s muzzle, and he gave a happy doglike grunt as the lizard paws at his tummy increased in number and attentiveness. It was blissful, every inch of his stomach praised and warm. He could just barely tune out the prideful proclamations from Gabiru as he shifted within, only adding to the warmth of it all. His Master was safe. His belly was full.
!! Here we have some more Ranga love, with episode 11 taking a more vorish turn! Thank you so much for your continued support, I can't put into words how grateful I am! 💚
This does contain vore but it is soft and non explicit!
It was during the middle of a check-in at the blacksmith’s that he was summoned.
“Lord Rimuru.”
Perfect timing… Thought Rimuru as he turned towards the doorway. He had been waiting for the moment he could politely excuse himself, and the perfect reason had just walked in the door. “Rigurd. What is it?”
“An envoy of Lizardmen has arrived,” Rigurd informed him before carefully scooping the slime up and placing him on his shoulder.
As they left the building, they were approached by Shion, Benimaru, and Hakuro.
“Lord Rimuru. Would you mind if we accompanied you? We want to know what the Lizardmen are up to.”
Rimuru nodded. ”Of course.”
Now then… He thought as they headed out. Are we dealing with friends…or foes?
The party approached, with Shion now holding Rimuru. He peered at the Lizardmen in a moment of uncomfortable silence.
Which one’s the envoy?
The gathering parted down the middle, tapping their spears to the ground and parting to reveal a Lizardman on a mount.
Talk about your dramatic entry… Rimuru thought to himself as he watched the display. He was mentally rolling his eyes.
The Lizardman raised his fist before jumping from his mount and landing with a flourish, raising his arms. “Haah! Hello there, fellow monsters! I am Gabiru of the Lizardmen. From now on, you will all serve under me!” He spun on his heel and braced his hands on his hips. “And consider it a great honor!”
The others knelt to the ground, clapping and cheering: “Gabiru!” “You’re the best!” “So cool!”
A few of them even tilted their shields to catch the sunlight and reflect it back at the tall form of their leader.
One of Gabiru’s subordinates spoke clearly. “Pay close attention and savor this moment forever. You have the great privilege of speaking with the future chieftain of the Lizardmen personally. You may bow!!”
…Huh?
Rimuru immediately tensed. Serve me? A great honor? Who does this guy think he is??! As if! And— His slime form stretched as Shion’s grip tightened on him.
Rigurd shook his head, holding his arms out. “You said your name was Gabiru? This request to serve you is…rather sudden.”
“Must I spell it out for you?” Gabiru addressed him. “News is that those Orc pigs are invading the Great Forest of Jura. I, Gabiru, will protect you weaklings from the threat of the Orcs!” He proudly proclaimed, spreading his arms to the sky in another grand display.
The word repeated in Rimuru’s mind as a sickly echo: Weaklings…
“I have been informed that there are some among you who have managed to tame Direwolves. Those of you who have will become my officers. Go forth and fetch them for me!”
Rimuru felt Shion’s fingers digging in again.
“Can I kill him?” Benimaru deadpanned through Thought Communication with Rimuru.
For a moment, Rimuru let the intrusive thought win. He replied: “Sure!”
But, upon hearing Benimaru cracking his knuckles, Rimuru recounted: “…Wait, no! No! No!”
Benimaru stopped his advance but remained in position between Gabiru and his master.
“Listen, we didn’t exactly tame the Direwolves. We made them our allies. I’m the one who did that.”
Gabiru’s jaw dropped. “A slime did that?! Please, don’t make such jokes!”
Rimuru had had enough by this point. It was time to get serious with this lizard. “Ranga!” He called.
A voice answered, low and strong: “Yes, Master.”
Shion’s shadow elongated, and from it sprang the Tempest Star Wolf, his huge gray paws thudding on the ground as he uttered a low growl. His yellow eyes glowed fiercely beneath his twin horns as he towered over Gabiru. Ranga's menacing aura sent a shockwave through the group.
“Wow…the other guys are cowering in fear, but this guy seems to have some guts.” Rimuru mused.
“Wait, was he always that big?” Benimaru asked via Thought Communication.
“That's his true size.” Rimuru explained. “This size works better for intimidating people, you know?”
“He says he wants to talk to you. Hear him out.” Rimuru instructed.
“So speak. I'm listening.” Ranga rumbled.
Gabiru didn’t step back or cower. “Are you the leader of the Direwolves?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “Your beautiful fur….your keen eyes….you truly have a majestic presence. And yet…you deface yourself by choosing to serve a pitiful slime?”
Rimuru was furious. “What?!”
Ranga’s lips pulled back in a snarl, his hackles raised.
Gabiru widened his stance, his tail going rigid. “It seems you've been deceived. Very well. What this slime has done to you is unforgivable…” He pointed an accusatory claw toward Rimuru. “I shall defeat him for you!”
The Lizardmen cheered and clapped at this, chanting his name while he struck poses.
“…You must be joking.” Ranga’s eyes narrowed to slits. “A mere lizard dares to insult my master…?”
The air shifted and compressed. A deep, guttural growl rumbled in Ranga’s chest as his eyes flashed red, a dark aura rolling off his fur like oppressive waves in a storm.
The Tempest Star Wolf’s shadow loomed over Gabiru as the massive creature closed the short distance between them, his jaws stretched wide. Ranga’s teeth closed around Gabiru’s frame, gentle enough to not cause harm, but firm enough to ensure the Lizardman couldn’t wiggle free.
A soft gasp escaped Gabiru as he was momentarily pinned between Ranga's palate and vast, soft tongue. He was suddenly wrapped in darkness and an all-encompassing warmth as the wolf’s soft breath washed over him.
Saliva seeped into his armor and across his well-manicured scales, rooting him in the terrifying reality of the moment. When Gabiru’s body finally reacted, his tail giving a flick, his world immediately turned upside down.
Ranga threw his head back and finally swallowed his scaly quarry with a booming gulp. The lump of Lizardman Gabiru slipped down his throat and into his belly, where a slight bump was visible in his soft gray fur.
The moment of stunned silence was broken by a chorus of “Ranga?!” and shouts of “Gabiru?!” from his panicked subordinates.
Ranga stood proud, still facing the other Lizardman so they could witness their leader's apparent struggle.
But he wasn’t struggling.
“Be not afraid!” Gabiru’s voice echoed, bringing his troops forward in a frenzied rush in order to hear him. “The great Gabiru cannot be defeated by a wolf’s belly!”
“Huh….?” Rimuru blinked.
“Yes, this is all going according to plan!” Gabiru shouted, louder this time. The spotlight, despite the situation, was still on him, after all. For the most part.
Ranga sat and peacefully licked his paw in the confused silence that followed. His belly shifted slightly, giving the impression that Gabiru was getting comfortable inside of a hammock.
“According to…what plan?!” Blurted Rimuru and company in unison.
On the other side of the wolf, Gabiru’s subordinates suddenly scrambled into action. “We must help Sir Gabiru!!” They crowded Ranga, patting and rubbing his belly as if that would make him spit their leader out sooner.
Ranga swayed slightly on his haunches. Not uncomfortable in the slightest, he appeared calm and quite content.
Rimuru and his party watched on, a slight wind from Ranga's wagging tail reaching them.
“Should we…do something?” Benimaru wondered aloud.
Rimuru observed the scene: Ranga, his soft belly fur ruffled by many lizard paws. His eyes half lidded, his mouth hung open in a contented pant. “Ranga…you should probably spit him out. Gabiru may be rude, but it's not like I want him to die or anything. I appreciate the loyalty, though.”
The wolf rumbled low in his chest. When he spoke, it was once again through his master’s Thought Communication. “I assure you I won't digest him, Master. I am merely keeping him until he decides he's learned his lesson. No one will insult my master and get away with it.” He punctuated his sentence with a slow blink.
Rimuru considered this for a moment. Ranga did look comfortable, and the group rubbing his tummy didn’t seem to be bothering him, in fact he seemed to be enjoying it quite a lot. Plus, Gabiru was getting his just desserts, while also being dessert for the Tempest Star Wolf—for now. “Why the heck not, Ranga? You can keep him in there for a while. I’ll cover for you.”
Then, he addressed the subordinates out loud: “Keep it up, guys. Belly rubs are the only way to keep him calm enough. Right, Ranga?”
Ranga simply yawned before he lay down at last, stretching out fully on his side and flexing his toes a bit. Gabiru’s subordinates moved like a hive mind around his huge shape. They kept rubbing, trying to bargain or convince the wolf to release their leader. But he only basked in the attention.
“Ranga said he'll let Gabiru out after the tummy rub quota is filled.”
The crowd of Lizardmen nodded their understanding and called out to their leader. “Hear that, Sir Gabiru?!”
“You see!” Came Gabiru’s muffled voice. “I will be totally fine.” He spoke with the same level of confidence as before, but only Ranga could feel the tremble in his belly from his shaking.
Rimuru moved closer to the Tempest Star Wolf. He could still hear Gabiru babbling a cocky rant from within Ranga’s belly. Well, the slime thought to himself, Gabiru hasn’t shut up in there, but at least he’s not talking trash about me anymore. I consider that a win in its own right!
Smiling inwardly, Rimuru climbed Ranga’s side and settled atop his furry belly to address the Lizardmen subordinates again. “Keep those claws and paws moving, everyone! Ranga likes open palm rubs the best.”
A subtle smirk appeared on Ranga’s muzzle, and he gave a happy doglike grunt as the lizard paws at his tummy increased in number and attentiveness. It was blissful, every inch of his stomach praised and warm. He could just barely tune out the prideful proclamations from Gabiru as he shifted within, only adding to the warmth of it all. His Master was safe. His belly was full.
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