Gullet Time (A HoND Vore Story)
- by WanderSong
WARNING: This story contains vore. Do not read if you are offended by vore. Otherwise, enjoy.
Shrunken Esmeralda was surrounded by round, purple shapes. Were they balloons? Or perhaps weird eggs of some kind? Nope. They were grapes. Only these fruit would have that lovely, fresh vineyard scent. She was looking all around.
"I think I'm still in the Court of Miracles," she thought to herself.
But her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden movement forcing her upward. She then saw her friend, Quasimodo, towering above her.
"Hello, Quasi!" she cried out.
The bell ringer didn't hear her, nor did he see her. He was walking over to Captain Phoebus and Clopin who were relaxing by a pile of exotic pillows. It seemed like the three of them were having a 'guys' time' together.
"Hey, guys," Quasi said to the other two men. "I brought some grapes."
"Thank you, Quasimodo," Clopin said. "Those look delicious."
The hunchback sat down between his friends and set down the bowl of grapes.
"Say, would you fellows like to watch me swallow a grape with my mouth open?" Clopin asked.
"Sure," Phoebus and Quasi answered in unison.
The puppeteer picked a grape from out of the bowl while Esmeralda watched from within the other grapes in the bowl.
"Alright," Clopin said. "Watch closely."
The gypsy king opened his mouth widely and stuck out his tongue so his friends could see the back of his throat. He popped the tiny, purple fruit into his mouth and used his tongue to push the grape farther to the back of the throat. It rolled past the uvula and fell into the gypsy's gullet. Then, Clopin pushed his tongue to the back of his mouth and the grape formed a bulge in his throat as it squeezed it's way down to the stomach.
GULP!
Clopin stuck his tongue back out.
"Ahhhh," he sighed.
No more grape; just an open throat with the uvula wobbling from side to side.
"Wow, Clopin!" Phoebus said, amazed. "That's really impressive."
"It sure is," said Quasimodo with a smile. "I don't think I could ever do that."
"You could try," Clopin encouraged the bell ringer.
"Yeah, Quasi, give it a try," Phoebus agreed.
Quasimodo blushed. "I-I don't know if I should..." he said shyly.
"Come on," the other two men insisted. "Just try it."
Quasi gulped and picked one of the grapes from the bowl. Esmeralda was still in there, watching the men in their activity.
The hunchback opened his mouth a little bit and slowly placed the grape in.
"Open wider, Quasi," Clopin said eagerly.
Quasimodo just blushed again.
"Come on, buddy," Phoebus coaxed. "It's okay."
So, Quasi opened his mouth wider. Now, his friends could see all his crooked teeth and maybe even what looked like a shorter extra uvula barely sticking out from behind his regular one. The bell ringer's mouth wasn't a pretty sight but it was quite interesting.
"Ooh!" Clopin exclaimed, sounding like a fascinated little child.
"Shh..." Phoebus quieted him.
The two of them(plus Esmeralda) watched as Quasi tried to preform the same little trick Clopin did. Quasi pushed the grape to the back of his mouth using his tongue just as he'd seen the gypsy king do. The grape dropped down into the throat which seemed to be pulsating out of nervousness and Quasi pushed his tongue back in as he tried to swallow. But the grape got caught.
"A-hack!" Quasimodo coughed.
Tiny Esmeralda watched on, her eyes wide with worry for her dear friend.
The grape came flying out of the hunchback's mouth and bounced off on the cobblestone floor.
"Aww!" Phoebus and Clopin sighed in slight disappointment.
"Sorry, mon ami," Clopin said to Quasimodo.
"Do you want to try again?" Phoebus asked.
Quasi shook his head. "No, thanks. I just don't have that kind of talent in me. Some have it, some don't, y'know? Besides, you guys don't want to see the inside of my ugly mouth again."
"Oh, we don't mind, Quasi," Clopin said sweetly, patting his friend on the hump. "We're friends. You don't have to be afraid to show us the inside of your mouth."
"I-I'd rather not," Quasi said nervously.
"It's alright," Clopin laughed. "You don't have to."
"Here," Phoebus said, reaching into the grape bowl. "Let me try."
The captain picked out a grape...the one that Esmeralda was holding onto. The little gypsy girl clung tightly to the small fruit as it was lifted into her husband's open mouth. Clopin and Quasi watched on as Phoebus lifted his tongue to let the grape roll to the back of the throat. None of them seemed to notice the tiny gypsy girl holding onto the tip of the soldier's tongue to keep herself from falling down the gullet herself. Phoebus then stuck his tongue back out and Esmeralda scrambled back into his mouth to keep herself from what looked like a deadly fall. Still none of them noticed her.
"Seriously?" Esmeralda thought, frustrated. "How could they not notice me?"
Not letting it worry her too much, she drew her attention back to the grape which brushed up to the uvula before plummeting to the gullet. Phoebus then pressed his tongue up to his palette which got Esmeralda completely salivated. Tiny noises came out from the captain's throat, implying that the grape was struggling to get down. Phoebus closed his mouth and swallowed the grape while Esmeralda lay down flat on his tongue. Then, she got up, shook herself off a bit, and glanced around. Normally, she would have felt scared in this situation but she was somehow rather fascinated. Besides, it could have been worse. She could have ended up in the mouth of Judge Claude Frollo. Such a thought made her shudder. But she seemed okay in this mouth. What handsome pearly whites her dear Phoebus had! She moved a bit closer to the back of the throat, sat down on the tongue, and inquisitively took hold of the uvula. It was very soft and squishy.
Meanwhile, Clopin glared at Phoebus in mock annoyance.
"You can't close your mouth, mon capitain," he teased. "That's cheating!"
Phoebus put on a funny, sheepish grin as Clopin and Quasi both laughed.
"I'm sorry," Phoebus chuckled. "It's a hard trick to do."
Esmeralda was still touching the soldier's uvula and could feel it vibrate at the sound of his voice. In a weird way, it felt kind of good. She giggled. It was almost like feeling the clapper vibrate inside Big Marie after shouting "Hello" and sending an echo throughout the bell...again, almost.
"Want me to try again?" she heard Phoebus ask.
"Sure, if you want to," Quasi answered.
"Alright," Clopin agreed. "Go for it."
"Uh-oh!" Esmeralda whispered. "Not again!"
She leaped up onto the uvula, clinging tightly as it dangled back and forth, and watched as Phoebus opened his maw to insert another grape. He repeated the same actions except he tried to keep his mouth open the whole time. The grape rolled down the hatch but, again, Phoebus had trouble getting it to go down. He kept his tongue sticking out to keep himself from closing his mouth. This time, however, it was harder because he could feel something else stuck in his throat besides the grape. The little fruit was close to making it down to the stomach but Phoebus was still choking. Esmeralda shut her eyes tight, keeping a firm grip on the uvula.
"Are you alright, mon ami?" Clopin asked.
"Oh, no!" Quasi cried. "He's choking!"
Grabbing a goblet and a pitcher from nearby, Clopin poured some water into the goblet and quickly handed it to Phoebus.
"Hurry!" he cried. "Drink up!"
Phoebus did so. The water splashed like a raging rapid. Esmeralda slipped off the uvula and yelped as the water carried her and the grape down to the stomach.
"Feel better?" Quasi and Clopin asked in unison.
"Yes," Phoebus said with a sigh of relief. "Much better. Thank you. I have no idea what just happened there."
"Maybe it was just a seed?" Quasi said.
Phoebus nodded. "Yeah, that's probably what it was."
Meanwhile, inside the captain's stomach, Esmeralda wondered how this could happen to her and why none of the guys noticed her. She could hear the guys lying down on the pillows getting ready to settle down for the night.
"Good night, Quasimodo," Phoebus said.
"Good night, Phoebus," replied Quasi. "Good night, Clopin."
"Good night, Quasimodo," answered Clopin. "Good night, Phoebus."
"Good night, Clopin," Phoebus replied.
Esmeralda couldn't help giggling over how they all seemed to say good night to each other in turn. She then heard the sounds of Quasimodo and Clopin snoring. But Phoebus stayed awake for some reason.
Then, she heard her husband say softly, "Good night, Esmeralda, wherever you are."
Was he not aware that she was inside him at that very moment? Apparently not. But it didn't seem to matter too much. At least he took a moment to think about her.
Esmeralda smiled. "Good night, Phoebus. And don't worry. Wherever I am, I'm alright."
She started to rest her head up against the soft walls of Phoebus's stomach and closed her eyes. Suddenly, she felt a furry snout touch her nose and opened her eyes to see her pet goat gazing at her.
"Djali?" she laughed gently. "How'd you get down here?"
Djali cocked his head in confusion. The atmosphere suddenly changed and Esmeralda looked around to find herself back in her own bed with Phoebus at her side, snoring softly. She was still her regular size.
"Oh," the young woman whispered. "I must have been dreaming."
It was still in the middle of the night. Djali must've gotten really concerned for Esmeralda while she was stuck in her strange dream which was why he woke her up. The goat quietly got into bed with his mistress and lay his head down on her stomach. She smiled and stroked Djali.
"Good night, Djali," she whispered.
Then, Esmeralda yawned, closed her eyes, and went back to sleep.
The End.
Shrunken Esmeralda was surrounded by round, purple shapes. Were they balloons? Or perhaps weird eggs of some kind? Nope. They were grapes. Only these fruit would have that lovely, fresh vineyard scent. She was looking all around.
"I think I'm still in the Court of Miracles," she thought to herself.
But her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden movement forcing her upward. She then saw her friend, Quasimodo, towering above her.
"Hello, Quasi!" she cried out.
The bell ringer didn't hear her, nor did he see her. He was walking over to Captain Phoebus and Clopin who were relaxing by a pile of exotic pillows. It seemed like the three of them were having a 'guys' time' together.
"Hey, guys," Quasi said to the other two men. "I brought some grapes."
"Thank you, Quasimodo," Clopin said. "Those look delicious."
The hunchback sat down between his friends and set down the bowl of grapes.
"Say, would you fellows like to watch me swallow a grape with my mouth open?" Clopin asked.
"Sure," Phoebus and Quasi answered in unison.
The puppeteer picked a grape from out of the bowl while Esmeralda watched from within the other grapes in the bowl.
"Alright," Clopin said. "Watch closely."
The gypsy king opened his mouth widely and stuck out his tongue so his friends could see the back of his throat. He popped the tiny, purple fruit into his mouth and used his tongue to push the grape farther to the back of the throat. It rolled past the uvula and fell into the gypsy's gullet. Then, Clopin pushed his tongue to the back of his mouth and the grape formed a bulge in his throat as it squeezed it's way down to the stomach.
GULP!
Clopin stuck his tongue back out.
"Ahhhh," he sighed.
No more grape; just an open throat with the uvula wobbling from side to side.
"Wow, Clopin!" Phoebus said, amazed. "That's really impressive."
"It sure is," said Quasimodo with a smile. "I don't think I could ever do that."
"You could try," Clopin encouraged the bell ringer.
"Yeah, Quasi, give it a try," Phoebus agreed.
Quasimodo blushed. "I-I don't know if I should..." he said shyly.
"Come on," the other two men insisted. "Just try it."
Quasi gulped and picked one of the grapes from the bowl. Esmeralda was still in there, watching the men in their activity.
The hunchback opened his mouth a little bit and slowly placed the grape in.
"Open wider, Quasi," Clopin said eagerly.
Quasimodo just blushed again.
"Come on, buddy," Phoebus coaxed. "It's okay."
So, Quasi opened his mouth wider. Now, his friends could see all his crooked teeth and maybe even what looked like a shorter extra uvula barely sticking out from behind his regular one. The bell ringer's mouth wasn't a pretty sight but it was quite interesting.
"Ooh!" Clopin exclaimed, sounding like a fascinated little child.
"Shh..." Phoebus quieted him.
The two of them(plus Esmeralda) watched as Quasi tried to preform the same little trick Clopin did. Quasi pushed the grape to the back of his mouth using his tongue just as he'd seen the gypsy king do. The grape dropped down into the throat which seemed to be pulsating out of nervousness and Quasi pushed his tongue back in as he tried to swallow. But the grape got caught.
"A-hack!" Quasimodo coughed.
Tiny Esmeralda watched on, her eyes wide with worry for her dear friend.
The grape came flying out of the hunchback's mouth and bounced off on the cobblestone floor.
"Aww!" Phoebus and Clopin sighed in slight disappointment.
"Sorry, mon ami," Clopin said to Quasimodo.
"Do you want to try again?" Phoebus asked.
Quasi shook his head. "No, thanks. I just don't have that kind of talent in me. Some have it, some don't, y'know? Besides, you guys don't want to see the inside of my ugly mouth again."
"Oh, we don't mind, Quasi," Clopin said sweetly, patting his friend on the hump. "We're friends. You don't have to be afraid to show us the inside of your mouth."
"I-I'd rather not," Quasi said nervously.
"It's alright," Clopin laughed. "You don't have to."
"Here," Phoebus said, reaching into the grape bowl. "Let me try."
The captain picked out a grape...the one that Esmeralda was holding onto. The little gypsy girl clung tightly to the small fruit as it was lifted into her husband's open mouth. Clopin and Quasi watched on as Phoebus lifted his tongue to let the grape roll to the back of the throat. None of them seemed to notice the tiny gypsy girl holding onto the tip of the soldier's tongue to keep herself from falling down the gullet herself. Phoebus then stuck his tongue back out and Esmeralda scrambled back into his mouth to keep herself from what looked like a deadly fall. Still none of them noticed her.
"Seriously?" Esmeralda thought, frustrated. "How could they not notice me?"
Not letting it worry her too much, she drew her attention back to the grape which brushed up to the uvula before plummeting to the gullet. Phoebus then pressed his tongue up to his palette which got Esmeralda completely salivated. Tiny noises came out from the captain's throat, implying that the grape was struggling to get down. Phoebus closed his mouth and swallowed the grape while Esmeralda lay down flat on his tongue. Then, she got up, shook herself off a bit, and glanced around. Normally, she would have felt scared in this situation but she was somehow rather fascinated. Besides, it could have been worse. She could have ended up in the mouth of Judge Claude Frollo. Such a thought made her shudder. But she seemed okay in this mouth. What handsome pearly whites her dear Phoebus had! She moved a bit closer to the back of the throat, sat down on the tongue, and inquisitively took hold of the uvula. It was very soft and squishy.
Meanwhile, Clopin glared at Phoebus in mock annoyance.
"You can't close your mouth, mon capitain," he teased. "That's cheating!"
Phoebus put on a funny, sheepish grin as Clopin and Quasi both laughed.
"I'm sorry," Phoebus chuckled. "It's a hard trick to do."
Esmeralda was still touching the soldier's uvula and could feel it vibrate at the sound of his voice. In a weird way, it felt kind of good. She giggled. It was almost like feeling the clapper vibrate inside Big Marie after shouting "Hello" and sending an echo throughout the bell...again, almost.
"Want me to try again?" she heard Phoebus ask.
"Sure, if you want to," Quasi answered.
"Alright," Clopin agreed. "Go for it."
"Uh-oh!" Esmeralda whispered. "Not again!"
She leaped up onto the uvula, clinging tightly as it dangled back and forth, and watched as Phoebus opened his maw to insert another grape. He repeated the same actions except he tried to keep his mouth open the whole time. The grape rolled down the hatch but, again, Phoebus had trouble getting it to go down. He kept his tongue sticking out to keep himself from closing his mouth. This time, however, it was harder because he could feel something else stuck in his throat besides the grape. The little fruit was close to making it down to the stomach but Phoebus was still choking. Esmeralda shut her eyes tight, keeping a firm grip on the uvula.
"Are you alright, mon ami?" Clopin asked.
"Oh, no!" Quasi cried. "He's choking!"
Grabbing a goblet and a pitcher from nearby, Clopin poured some water into the goblet and quickly handed it to Phoebus.
"Hurry!" he cried. "Drink up!"
Phoebus did so. The water splashed like a raging rapid. Esmeralda slipped off the uvula and yelped as the water carried her and the grape down to the stomach.
"Feel better?" Quasi and Clopin asked in unison.
"Yes," Phoebus said with a sigh of relief. "Much better. Thank you. I have no idea what just happened there."
"Maybe it was just a seed?" Quasi said.
Phoebus nodded. "Yeah, that's probably what it was."
Meanwhile, inside the captain's stomach, Esmeralda wondered how this could happen to her and why none of the guys noticed her. She could hear the guys lying down on the pillows getting ready to settle down for the night.
"Good night, Quasimodo," Phoebus said.
"Good night, Phoebus," replied Quasi. "Good night, Clopin."
"Good night, Quasimodo," answered Clopin. "Good night, Phoebus."
"Good night, Clopin," Phoebus replied.
Esmeralda couldn't help giggling over how they all seemed to say good night to each other in turn. She then heard the sounds of Quasimodo and Clopin snoring. But Phoebus stayed awake for some reason.
Then, she heard her husband say softly, "Good night, Esmeralda, wherever you are."
Was he not aware that she was inside him at that very moment? Apparently not. But it didn't seem to matter too much. At least he took a moment to think about her.
Esmeralda smiled. "Good night, Phoebus. And don't worry. Wherever I am, I'm alright."
She started to rest her head up against the soft walls of Phoebus's stomach and closed her eyes. Suddenly, she felt a furry snout touch her nose and opened her eyes to see her pet goat gazing at her.
"Djali?" she laughed gently. "How'd you get down here?"
Djali cocked his head in confusion. The atmosphere suddenly changed and Esmeralda looked around to find herself back in her own bed with Phoebus at her side, snoring softly. She was still her regular size.
"Oh," the young woman whispered. "I must have been dreaming."
It was still in the middle of the night. Djali must've gotten really concerned for Esmeralda while she was stuck in her strange dream which was why he woke her up. The goat quietly got into bed with his mistress and lay his head down on her stomach. She smiled and stroked Djali.
"Good night, Djali," she whispered.
Then, Esmeralda yawned, closed her eyes, and went back to sleep.
The End.
A new Hunchback of Notre Dame vore story. This one stars Esmeralda.
If you're offended by vore, you don't have to read this story. If you're not offended, I hope you enjoy.
(I hope nobody thinks I have a fetish or anything.
)
DISCLAIMER: All characters in this fan fiction are owned by Disney.
Fun facts:
The title of this story is based on a quote from Kevin Kline's character in the 1988 comedy, A Fish Called Wanda. (lol See what I did there?
)
If you're offended by vore, you don't have to read this story. If you're not offended, I hope you enjoy.
(I hope nobody thinks I have a fetish or anything.
)DISCLAIMER: All characters in this fan fiction are owned by Disney.
Fun facts:
The title of this story is based on a quote from Kevin Kline's character in the 1988 comedy, A Fish Called Wanda. (lol See what I did there?
)
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