#forgets his friends are vibin in soup jacuzzi

[that-gt-and-vore-stuffs]

Maybe a Soup Hot Tub Wasn't the Best Idea....

So I had ramen for lunch and this idea spawned. It’s definitely not as long as last nights but hey! It’s something! Also not Pred/Prey Society AU, feel I should mention that

Vore under the cut :)

The winter air nipped at their noses and ears as Jack Frost blew another cold gust their way. Snowflakes the size of their hands occasionally floated by through the open window. They all snuggled close under the level of the liquid as far as they could go before being submerged. The winter months always sucked, but this always managed to make it more comfortable. Steam rose from the bowl as their limbs went numb from the sheer warmth compared to how freezing they had become over the day, heat seeping into their bones. This was the life.

God he cared for these idiots too damn much. He really did. What has he done for them again? He’s hid them away while he took punches and all other types of physical damage from a whole cast of people so they could be safe, kept them warm when the cold was enough to even numb the his fingers, let them hide away when they had a particularly bad nightmare that they couldn’t calm down from, put up with their bullshit stunts on so many occasions, and more! Worst part was that no matter how much he wanted to say that repaying him with a full belly and friendship wasn’t enough he knew that wasn’t true. Having them all stick around even after his weird “habit” was exposed ment the world to him. That and getting the permission to just tuck them away if he was feeling peckish or overprotective was absolutely amazing. Just like everything though, sacrifices had to be made to keep the other party happy at times. For them it was often just going down without a fight and belly rubs. For him? Giving up his dinner so he could keep them warm.

As he sits there, cocooned in blankets of various thicknesses, he rethinks his decisions for what must be the fifth time in the last hour. He should sleep and boy is he aware of that, but he just can’t. His mind is getting in the way. What if he oversleeps and comes back to them frozen in the soup? What if they try and come to him once it goes cold and they freeze up? The orignal contents of the bowl won’t stay warm forever and he knows that. Shaking his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts, he sighs. What to do? What to do.....

He jolts awake not even five minutes later, though it feels like it’s been hours. What happened? Where was he? What? Hold on- taking a moment, he attempted to gather his throughts. He’s wrapped in blankets in the lodging house. He was here because the boys were cold, right? They....no yelling. Odd. The Newsies of Manhattan were never quiet unless- They must be asleep. Yeah. That was it. But where? The bunks were empty. All of them. Where in the hell would they have gone in cold like this? He should go and check on them, make sure they’re ok and all. Stumbling to his feet he waddles his way through the lodging house, blankets still wrapped around him.

Before long he finds himself following the scent of something delicious instead of looking for his friends. What was that? Soup? Definitely something more creamy, with chicken too. It was enough to draw a hungry growl from his still empty stomach as he trudges though the halls.

The smell leads him to the common room where a lightly steaming bowl of, Yep, cream of chicken soup sits on the table, a discarded spoon next to it. His mind snaps focus onto it. No one was eating it. It seemed to have been discarded for a good while. Would it hurt if he just....helped himself? Worse case scenario he payed his friends back- where even were they? Eh. He could worry later. Searching would be easier on a full stomach anyway.

Stumbling to the table, he sits down. His sleep clouded eyes gazing into the bowl and managing to ignore the sleeping faces of his friends. Saliva puddles on his tongue as he licks over his lips, staring into the bowl. It looks and smells so good, even without noticing his friends using it as a sleeping place. A unhappy, hollow growl pulls a small whine from his throat. Why was he waiting?

With little hesitation after that, he picked up the spoon and let his body work. Each spoonful of the still warm liquid and little somethings that each had their own tastes slipped down his throat with such ease, spreading the heat throughout his insides. Best. Idea. Ever.

Multiple times things came as a force to try and wake them up. First the sound of shuffling that they quickly ignored. Followed by a growl and a small whine. Again, they pushed it off. Probably just Davey in his sleep or whatever. The ice cold spoon was what managed to jolt them all awake. The cold of the metal was met yelps and surprised gasps as they felt their world shift.

Safe to say they weren’t all that amused to open their eyes to see a half asleep looking Davey happily swallowing down a spoonful of soup and at least a Newsie or two. Try as they might to yell and get the boy’s attention in any way possible, nothing seems to work. Spoonful by spoonful more boys are sent to a new holding chamber that wouldn’t get cold like the bowl less and less were left in by the minute. At one point towards the end when at least 85% of the bowl’s contents now resided in Davey’s gut, said boy had picked up the bowl and decided to finish it off like a mug of coffee or something similar. With a final swallow they were sent down. Down to the dark, hot, wet, and full stomach where the newsboys of Manhattan now resided.

As he lowered the now empty bowl back to the table, a pleased sigh sounded from the half asleep teen. That felt much better. The warmth and fullness from his late supper bloomed in his middle, a hand slipping over his gurgling middle while a lazy smile painted itself on his lips. So much better. His other hand grabbed the sides of the blankets, pulling them over him cocoon style again. He could sleep right here for all his sleepy mind cared. He was full, warm, and happy. That was what he needed to be to have a good sleep, right? No...no he should get back to bed. Groaning quietly, he shoved himself to his feet. Again he waddles his way through the dark of the eerily quiet lodging house like some awkwardly tall, half asleep penguin. The moment he made it to the seemingly abandoned bedroom of the boys he collapsed onto a bed and snuggled down.

When they fell asleep in the bowl of soup the last thing they expected was to be gulped down by their friend who seemed to decide that halfway to sleep he wanted a full stomach. Now they were all crammed together in the dark, churning, gurgling confines of their friend’s gut. Just their luck. Groans and complaints are heard from the crowd as they shift, trying to get comfortable in the room while not drowning in soup. There was a lot of shifting, multiple limbs stuck in each other’s faces, and yelps when Davey’s stomach would pitch one way after a uneven step or stumble and send them all tumbling into each other, ultimately undoing all their hard work. Things only calm down when Davey snuggles under the covers and curls around his middle.

The little accidental kicks or punches to his stomach wall certainly don’t go unnoticed. They make Davey smile as he snuggles down, getting ready to go back to a peaceful sleep for a bit. The idea of looking for any of his friends has completely slipped his mind by now, his sleepy brain preferring to laugh at how silly he is for thinking he feels squirming. Must miss having the boys in there. He makes a mental note to find a time and an excuse to get to swallow the boys, smiling at the idea. A happy little sigh escapes him as his eyes flutter shut. Just like that, he’s snoring and out cold.

The snoring from above only serves to make the boys more frustrated. Not only did their friend swallow them all down when he said he was just letting them warm up in the soup but then he just falls asleep without a word? What kind of bullshit was this?! Squirming picks up, no longer accidental, in hopes to wake their friend from his slumber.

“DAVID I SWEAR T’GOD, WAKE YA SORRY ASS UP AND SPIT US OUT!!!” Jack yells, hoping to grab the attention of the boy who had helped him though the strike and yank him from the world of the living.

He only gets snores and the occasional gurgle in response. Son of a bitch.

And boy does this continue on. Each of the boys tries at least once to wake their sleeping friend. All are met with the same response of snoring and the sounds of Davey’s body at work. Zip-a-dee-do-dah-fucking-day.

Hours pass and nothing comes from the boy around them. Nothing but snores, soft breathing, a steady heartbeat, and the gurgles and groans from his stomach as it works away at the soup but leaves them unharmed. Great. What is their luck?

Finally, just as they get ready to accept the fact that they’re stuck and fall asleep, something moves. Shifts. The breathing around them hitches as the world pitches one way, a small grunt from above as the body moves.

“Mmmmmghhh.....guys? Where are....why am I....mmm....what happened last night?”