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Dangerous Waters, Chapter Nine

Warnings: Actual Vore this time!! Enjoy! And unwilling/accidental vore -------------------------

The two sirens were in a near-empty classroom. After a bit of asking around, they had managed to track down their suspect, who was just about to leave an algebra class.

“Spike, is it?��

The young sea monster jumped at the sound of De’Lune’s voice. Sol, hovering just behind the girl, looked him up and down. He had dark skin, covered in freckles, and messy blonde hair. His eyes were a warm golden color. He would have looked quite normal, if it weren’t for the crab-like claws and spikes growing from his back like wings. He was quite spiky, actually. Must be how he got the name.

He was dressed quite well, too. Gold bands snaked up his biceps, while a delicate ruby pendant rested against his bare chest.

“Ye-es.” He had a half smile as he looked them both over. Sol had been sure to position their ambush near the ceiling, so they could look down on him. But despite that, Spike didn’t seem especially intimidated. Cautious, perhaps. It’s a start. “What’s up?”

“I’m De’Lune Claremont. Biology specialist.” Sol arched one eyebrow. For a college freshman, she was certainly hyping herself up a lot today. “Listen, you seem like a straightforward guy, so I'll get to the point. I’ve heard the rumors around here…about you. Spiracles Swilt.”

At this, Sol saw a flicker of surprise, and maybe even fear, pass across Spike’s face. Had De’Lune struck a nerve? We’ll be fine, right? Even if he decides to attack us right here and now, she still has that…death spell thing.

“What rumors would that be?” Spike was being evasive, and quickly putting a rather patronizing smile back in place. He seemed almost like he was talking to a toddler, humoring their game of make-believe.

“Oh, don’t play coy…all the mermaids think you ate Atlantic.” Unexpectedly, De’Lune’s eyes suddenly lit with a sort of feverish delight. She leaned forward, clasping her hands together. “Is it really so?”

Spike looked understandably confused. He opened and closed his mouth a couple times, before folding his arms. “...I wasn’t aware I was being suspected of such a thing. Luckily, the true culprit has already been found. So there’s no need to speculate anymore.”

“Have they? What a shame…but the mers don’t seem to care. And you know this school is run by them…they may be weak and stupid, but they outnumber the rest of us, quite frankly! Aren’t you at all worried about them?” Sol felt his chest seize up as De’Lune boldly swam closer to the Sea Monster, drifting down until she was eye-level with him. Terrifyingly close to biting range.

Spike considered her, before his eyes darted to Sol. He froze, and did his best to keep his expression impassive. After a moment, he settled for copying Spike’s pose, folding his arms and raising his brows coolly.

“Right. And why do you care? You’re sirens, aren’t you? What does this have to do with you?”

“Several of our mermaid classmates have been wondering about you…and they asked me to prove your innocence.” Sol blinked in shock, surprised by how forthright De’Lune was being. Was this all a part of her plan, somehow?

“Cute. And how do you intend to do that?” He seemed bored now. Or rather, he was trying to look bored. But Sol could see something else in his gaze, in the way his brow furrowed. Nerves. Fear of being falsely accused, or fear of being found out? It was the size of his face, Sol mused, that made him so easy to read. Each twitch of muscle was so noticeable.

“Simple! Eat me. Eat me, and let me back out.” Sol opened his mouth to object, but stopped himself. The plan had been to take Spike back to the others. Why was she suddenly veering off the rails? What was she playing at? “And…may I be truthful with you, Spike?”

Spike, for his part, looked utterly lost. His facades were decent, but apparently couldn’t keep up with De’Lune’s eccentricities. “You want me to eat you? What, are you trying to frame me? I didn’t think Sirens were down for that sort of thing.” He frowned deeper still. “Uh, yeah, sure. De’Lune.”

“I-” She leaned even closer to the Sea Monster now, and to Sol’s horror, curved her tail up to trace her fins down the side of his face. He tilted his head, but didn’t move away. “-Don’t give a shit about this merboy. What I do want…is a good excuse to get swallowed whole. By you.”

What is happening?? Sol flicked his tail, backing away a few feet. He had no idea why she was doing this. What if Spike decided to eat him too? Then he’ll be dead before he can even swallow. But looking down at the massive sea monster, he didn’t feel completely sure. Should he trust De’Lune? Or make a run for it? But what if she needs me-

No. He had spent several hours today, following her around, locating the ragtag group of students trying to avenge that merman. He didn’t care much about Atlantic either, but he could at least respect the need for vengeance. That’s what matters. And you can’t let this maniac endanger your plans.

And yet, he couldn’t tear his eyes away, even as he backed up. There was some kind of sick fascination keeping his gaze on De’Lune as she stared into the predator’s eyes.

“Seriously. No strings attached.” She held her arms out, with an almost worshipful tone. It made Sol’s skin crawl. “Hell, even if I see Atlantic’s corpse, I won’t tell. I think you sea monsters are…incredible, actually. Magnificent. To be one with you, to be inside your very core…that’s what I want. Truthfully, those Mers are just a means to an end. Please…”

Spike stood perfectly still, but for his eyes, which seemed to search hers. “You…understand your place i-in the world…” He said these words as if he were quoting something, something he didn’t quite believe, yet they still sent a shiver of hatred-and fear-down Sol’s spine. Our place in the world.

I can’t leave. He realized it, with sickening clarity, as Spike reached up to cup De’Lune in his hands. Like a flashbang going off in his brain, he was brought back to that fateful night. A massive creature, it’s face pale like ice, and framed by blue tendrils, held his sister. Terrin. She was a couple years younger than him. Their parents had been first. When her tail got tangled in kelp, Sol was too scared. He swam for his life, gasping and sobbing and barely thinking. He hadn’t even realized what he’d done, until he looked back through the forest, and seen it. Terrin, meeting his eyes, petrified in horror, as she vanished inside that beast’s mouth.

“Terrin!” His voice rasped in his throat, an alien scream, from deep in his stomach. He was scarcely aware of his movements, as he tumbled forward. He crashed into De’Lune, shaking, and clinging to her, even as Spike tossed the two of them into his mouth. Oh SHIT-

The water around them grew thick with saliva, as a shadow fell over them both. Sol could suddenly feel a muscular tongue twitching beneath him, running along the bare skin of his back. He could only gasp for air and shudder, barely twisting away. Teeth, huge and razor-sharp, flashed in his vision, closing in on them. His back pressed into Spike’s tongue, feeling the flesh cushion him, while De’Lune was pressed against his front. He could feel her heartbeat, pounding wildly, against his face. Was she actually scared too?

“Terr-De’Lune-!” He scrabbled for purchase as the tongue suddenly rolled beneath him, before flipping them over, and pressing them against the rows of teeth. Her hand grabbed his shoulder, and her lips brushed against his ear as she whisper-yelled back.

“Sol!? What are you doing? You were supposed to be my man on the outside if something went wrong! Which it won’t, but…you shouldn’t be here!” She sighed, apparently more exasperated than scared. “And something tells me you didn’t do that out of enthusiasm to learn.”

“I-I don’t know! I panicked, okay?! Neither of us should be here, actually, or did you forget about the plan in your haste to get eaten alive??” He felt his heart drop as the world tipped sideways. From the nocturnal glow of his and De’Lune’s eyes, he could just see a massive gullet opening at the back of Spike’s tongue. The throat flexed with anticipation, stirring a feeling of overwhelming dread. Sol squirmed frantically, deeply regretting his impulses, but found that he could barely wriggle, with De’Lune so close to him. Looking down at her face, less than an inch from his own, he could see her expression change from worry to awe. She was actually excited about this. How could he forget that she was a raving lunatic? Raving lunatics deserve to be left to their own fates!!

The water in his mouth started to go down, draining down his pulsing throat with a thunderous wooshing noise. De’Lune shoved Sol away from her, and paused at the entrance to his throat. “Alright Sol. Hold onto my tail.”

What else was there to do? He was starting to hyperventilate, as he grabbed De’Lune’s fins with shaking hands. And just in time, as the tongue suddenly hit him, pushing them both straight into the awaiting throat. He clenched his jaw doing his best to hold back a scream, as he was sucked into the corridor of flesh. Muscles pressed into him suddenly, tight and omnipresent, pulling him ever downward. It was cramped, but…surprisingly, not enough to crush him. I’m alive. We’re alive. It wasn’t much relief, not in this situation, but it was something.

Taking shallow breaths, he tried to distract himself. Think of anything else. There were strange sounds all around him…great wooshing sounds like giant waves, a menacing gurgle beneath them-best to ignore that as long as he could-and a steady, rhythmic pulse that seemed to come from everywhere at once. Spiracles’s heartbeat. For a moment, it felt oddly intimate. Like laying on someone’s chest to hear the sounds of their body, but…more. Deeper. He felt his face heat up at the thought, as if he had accidentally held the wrong person’s hand. I must be delirious…

In his shaking hands, De’Lune’s tail fins twitched with excitement. Has she done this before? How long has she been waiting for this? What the fuck is wrong with her?? Before Sol could answer any of his own questions, he suddenly fell with a loud splash into an open chamber.

The gurgling noise was incredibly loud now, thundering in his ears. Every sound reverberated in the water, sending shivers all across his skin. He could just barely see his surroundings-he was surrounded by moving, rippling, pinkish-red flesh. It contracted around him, tossing him gently back and forth. There was little more than a puddle of water around him, and he suddenly felt very helpless as his tail flopped uselessly.

At his side, pinned uncomfortably close to him, De’Lune wriggled around to face him. Her eyes were full of wonder, as she dragged her hands along the fleshy walls. They seemed to react to her touch, twitching and rumbling.

His stomach. We are literally, in Spike’s stomach. Another surge of panic gripped Sol, and he sat upright with a gasp. There was barely room for him to do so, and he felt the stomach press in on him tighter than before. “We’re dead. Shit, we’re so dead.” He could barely breathe. The air was humid enough for his lungs to process, but it felt like he was suffocating. His chest heaved, as his rising dread blossomed into terror. Think, think- He scrambled for the belt around his waist, grabbing for the knife he kept hidden beneath his tunic. Is this what Terrin’s last moments were like? Stuck in a stomach, being digested by a beast? Feeling…so unbelievably small??

He was about to start frantically stabbing at whatever he could reach, when De’Lune grabbed his wrist. He whipped around to face her, only to jerk away at her unexpected proximity. “Hey! Isn’t it cool how there’s hardly any water in here! It’s due to a process called osmosis! Do you know how to spell that? O-S-M-”

Sol stared at her, blankly. Her eyes were wide, and her smile tense. She was talking completely nonsense…was this some bizarre attempt to calm him down? “What…?”

“O-S-I-S. You know, I bet your stomach doesn’t have water in it either.” She prodded his midsection, and Sol swatted her hand away. “Listen to me, Sol. We’re fine. You are fine, and so am I. We aren’t going to die.” With another awkward smile, she patted him on the shoulder.

She is trying to comfort me. And in a strange way, it was working. He still hated this situation, but her random facts had at least distracted him long enough to think rationally. Stabbing Spike now would only make him aggressive. He might be aware of everything we’re doing right now, too…can he hear us? “This isn’t what we talked about.” Sol sucked in a deep breath, before starting to carefully look around. He could only see a hazy outline of his surroundings, but if there was a merman’s corpse in here, he should be able to see it.

“Yeah but…this is better. Trust me!” He shot her a look, and De’Lune just shrugged. “By the way…why’d you follow me in?”

“I panicked.” Sol refused to meet her eyes, only nudging her away with his tail. “Scoot over, I’m trying to look for any sign of the Mer.”

“Scoot where? It’s pretty tight here.” De’Lune paused only a moment, before grabbing Sol by the shoulders and rolling straight right over him. Sol flushed red as their limbs momentarily tangled together, thoroughly overwhelmed. Not only was he in the guts of a man he had just met, but now he could scarcely tell where De’Lune ended and he began. This sucks.

Strangely, as he pulled away from her, Spike’s stomach contracted. It rumbled louder, and Sol heard a muffled roar echo around them. For a moment, he just froze, until slowly, he recognized it. Laughter. Spike is laughing. Can he feel us moving? Sol tried to imagine what swallowing a live fish would feel like, and shuddered all over. Disgusting.

Fortunately, after feeling around a bit more, it was easy enough to reach a conclusion; Atlantic wasn’t in here. The remains of actual fish were scattered around here and there, as well as half a shark’s skull. But no humanoids. “Nothing. Now let’s get…”

Sol drifted off, as he looked back at the girl by his side. She had that blasted notebook of hers out again, and he watched as she tried to jot something down. But the ink was made for underwater use, and only scratched the paper fruitlessly. Above that, however, he could see something she must have written earlier that morning. Today, I finally have a chance to be devoured by a Sea Monster!!

“De’Lune, what is this?” She looked up at him, blinking in surprise. “I mean, what is this obsession with being eaten? Where did it come from?” Sol frowned, crossing his arms. “You know damn well, it isn’t natural.”

“...Yeah.” She sighed, her tone growing more somber, as she gently closed the notebook. “I know. But I’ve always been like this.” She tilted her head back, and her dark purple braids fell down her back in a long mane. Her eyes seemed far away, and a nostalgic smile flickered across her lips. “My family, they weren’t like other sirens. They didn’t isolate themselves. They joined this…collective. They called themselves the Greensea Hive.” She darted a glance at Sol, as if waiting for a reaction. He only stared at her, in silence. “They had a lot of strange rules. Rules that were hard to follow. I wasn’t good at following, so I was something of an outcast. I guess maybe that…did something to me.” She wrinkled her nose, before choking out a dry laugh. “Whatever the reason, when I was twelve-ish, I tried running away from home. I found a handful of sea monsters, living pretty close to the Hive. I started watching them, studying them…they were so incredible. So…free. Hedonistic, almost. They chased pleasure and passion so easily.” She sighed wistfully. “I spent years observing them. But I never wanted to be eaten by one until recently. Or maybe I always did, but I couldn’t admit it to myself.”

Sol sat in silence, listening to the rumbles and gurgles around them. He couldn’t even begin to understand De’Lune’s point of view. She sounded like there was something seriously wrong with her brain, actually. But she was growing on him, somehow. “It’s okay. We all have our…oddities.” A wry smile spread across his face. “Like, I’m pretty sure I don’t have a reason to live other than pure spite.”

Almost immediately, he regretted saying it, as his words hung in the damp air between the two sirens. But after an agonizing moment, De’Lune chuckled softly. “That’s the spirit.” He smiled tiredly back at her, before Spike’s stomach suddenly lurched forward. The two sirens fell over, and Sol winced as her elbow dug into the small of his back.

“He must be moving.” As De’Lune relaxed into the soft stomach lining, Sol tried to keep his breathing even. He could trust her. He had to, after all. Something pressed them from the outside, something large, shifting slowly back and forth. With his face pressed into the pink flesh, Sol could only fight to keep quiet. Is Spike…rubbing his belly?? Sick bastard. I can’t believe he’s enjoying this.

“Not to interrupt your experience-” Sol squirmed irritably, only to feel a giant finger prod at him. “But can we please leave now?”

De’Lune opened her mouth to respond, before another rumbling laugh echoed around them. “What, already? But you both feel lovely.”

Sol bristled, and fought the urge to dig his claws into the soft lining of Spike’s stomach. Could he hear us the entire time?? His voice sounded distant, yet overwhelmingly loud, like an earthquake.

“My friend here wasn’t supposed to join me, and besides, I have classes to get to. I’ll find you again later, big guy.” He snuck a glance at De’Lune as she spoke, unsurprised to see a giddy grin on her face. Man…

“Of course!” The stomach constricted suddenly, and Sol felt something push up on him from below. For a second he couldn’t breath at all, before his body suddenly shot upward.

We’re in his throat again. He’s actually letting us go? Sol squeezed his eyes shut, fighting to keep his breathing easily, as powerful muscles dragged him upward. It didn’t take long, before he found himself crawling back onto Spike’s slick tongue. The massive teeth surrounding him parted, and sighed in relief as water rushed back over his skin.

The moment he could move again, he rushed toward the light, taking care to grab De’Lune’s hand and drag her with him. His gills fluttered, drawing in the blessed spit-free water.

He turned to face Spike, blinking slowly. It was so strange. From here, Spike almost looked like a normal person. Colossal, of course, but that was it. His face, his torso and arms, were all still recognizably human. And yet, when Sol had been in his stomach, he had seemed like more of a living mountain. Somewhere between a land mass and a monster. God, I don’t want to think about this right now. As the adrenaline drained from his body, he slumped against De’Lune.

“I’ll be back soon, I promise!” She beamed at Spike, who gave her a faltering smile back. It was clear that he was happy, but there was something else. His eyes darted between the two sirens, while his fingers were laced together and rhythmically tapping. He was nervous. “If it matters, I didn’t find any sign of that Mer.” She shrugged. “I’ll tell the others not to worry.”

“Sounds like a plan, siren. But, for the record, I only ate you to prove my innocence.” He gave her a wink, earning a giggle from De’Lune. “I’ll see you later.” His words were all smooth flirtation and sugar, but his twitchy movements said otherwise. So, he didn’t devour Atlantic. But he’s still weird as hell. What was that about De’Lune “knowing her place??” He’s hiding something.

With a cheery wave, De’Lune took Sol’s arm, and hurried out of the empty classroom. Sol trailed after her in silence for a while, until the two finally stopped in a deserted hallway. The school was like a labyrinth, with half the building still unused. Maybe they expected more students. For no good reason.

He heaved a deep sigh, before drifting to the dusty ground. “So. Was it everything you dreamed of?”

“I wouldn’t say that.” De’Lune sounded disappointed, as she laid down on the sandy floor beside him. She crossed her arms behind her head, and grunted quietly as something in her back popped. “It was…a bit chaotic. I didn’t really have time to take it all in.”

He shouldn’t have felt guilty. He didn’t want to. And yet, he did. “Sorry. I know I shouldn’t have followed you, I just freaked out…” He bit his lip, picking at a loose scale on his tail, before continuing. “I’ve seen people get eaten before. They never came back.”

“Oh!” De’Lune’s eyes widened, then looked down. For once, she looked ashamed of herself. “Shit, I’m sorry. I wouldn’t have brought you along if I knew. That’s awful.”

“It is.” A long silence stretched between them. Not an awkward one, but one of quiet understanding. “But whatever, it’s over now. But that guy, Spike. He was super weird, right? The whole ‘know your place’ thing. That was nasty.”

“I guess I should have expected as such. It was odd. He let us out of course, but I don’t think he sees us as people. Not in the way he is, at least. More like…pets. Yeah.” De’Lune glanced over and snorted, likely seeing the sneer of disgust on Sol’s face. “Don’t judge too hard. You seem to have the same opinion of humans.”

Sol rolled his eyes. “Humans aren’t like the rest of us, they’re like…animals. Like fish. They can speak our language, but that doesn’t mean they’re on our level.”

“You really don’t see the irony in that? That’s exactly what Spike thinks of us!” De’Lune sat up now, fixing Sol with a stern look.

He waved her away, and went back to messing with a loose scale. “Whatever, humans aren’t our problem right now. What’re you gonna say to the mers? You clearly didn’t follow their plan.”

De’Lune sighed, begrudgingly dropping the subject of humans. “I didn’t. Those mers would mess it up. Their feelings would get in the way of getting the job done. The one with the blue hair-Irridesse, i think-She looked like she’d try killing any sea monster she sees.”

“They were with one, though. The girl with the tentacles and the mask. She was a sea monster, wasn’t she?” He hadn’t had time to really think about their new allies. But there was indeed a sea monster with them. He didn’t love it, but he’d put up with it for the sake of finding an answer. But what reason did the mers have?

“Yeah. Did you see the teeth on her stomach? I wonder what it’d be like to be in there…” She caught herself, and cleared her throat. “Let’s just find Carcharias, okay?”

She started to get up, and Sol grabbed onto her arm. “Wait, wait, hold on. If Spike didn’t eat the merboy, it’s definitely Carcharias.” Allegedly, the vegetarian. Sounds like bullshit. “Do we really have to get him to eat us too?”

De’Lune paused, tilting her head. “I mean…I guess we don’t have to.” She pouted, folding her arms. “I really wanted to though.”

“Yeah, yeah. But I need a break from this shit, okay?” She nodded reluctantly, and Sol finally let a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. “Let’s just go tell the Mers. Carcharias is the killer.” But what are they going to do about it…?

#g/t #vore oc #soft vore #vore fic #g/t vore #extreme cuddling #v0re

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