Come and join me on a Giant (or tiny) adventure! Some will cuddle and coo while others will fight and kick. Some will hug and kiss while others hide and cower. So come and find out where each ends up, and what they decide to do about it.
Warning: This has language, soft vore and mouthplay. I understand some people don't like vore, I get it. It's an acquired taste . (I'm sorry, I couldn't help it.) But some people do like it, so If vore makes you uncomfortable then kindly skip this chapter and please refrain from rude comments.
This is in a reality where there are: Predators, humans, and borrowers.
Note: This is my first time writing vore, I apologize if its awful.
Please let me know how I did and if you would like to see more of this.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Agent Gracen Hartley: Age 25^
"What the hell do you mean "I'm getting a partner?"
"It's temporary, don't get so worked up about it." The older man grunted as he leaned back in his chair and played with a pen.
Gracen's hands gripped the armrests of her chair and leaned forward, "I work alone Chaz." She narrowed her eyes threateningly, "I don't need a partner." Chaz flipped the pen across the room and sat up, putting his elbows on his desk. "I know you don't need one." He sighed, "But corporate is sending a rookie over and Wendell put him with you."
She stared, "I'm gonna kill Wendell." Chaz shrugged, "Go ahead, nobody likes him anyway...and I'll get his job." Gracen scoffed and threw herself back in the chair, "You're a jacka-." The phone interrupted her. Chaz glared at her as he picked up his phone, "Yes?" He listened quietly, "Of course sir, right away."
He hung up, "the rookie has arrived." He gave a weak smile, "Look, I know this sucks...but you're the best agent I've got, thats why Wendell put him with you." Gracen just managed not to flip him off. "Yeah, I know." She responded curtly, "I'm gonna go meet the freaking guy now and get this f****** thing done with."
She stood and stalked out of Chaz's office, slamming the door behind her. As she made her way to the conference room to meet her 'partner,' she thought of when she first joined the CIA. She was only eighteen. Nobody thought she could do it, well nobody except Chaz. But he is a nobody.
She came to a halt just outside the conference room's doors. On the other side was her "partner." She wasn't looking forward to meeting him. Pushing all her anger away she pushed the doors open and stepped in. She saw six men standing on the other side, all looked like experienced agents.
So where was her partner?
One of the men stepped forward, "Agent Hartley?" She gave a curt nod, "Yeah, and you are?" The man seemed taken back by her rude manner but said, "Forgive me, my name is Russell, I expect Agent Chaz told you of the plans?" She stuck her hip out and rested her left fist on it. "Yeah, he told me."
