#gentle pred

[gulpoflove]

Imagining just...happily relaxing in a caring pred's belly. You are not quite asleep, but you feel pleasantly weak - and ever so blissful, like you're floating on air. A lucid state, between dreams and wakefulness. You yawn and kick your feet lazily. The pred notices, and hugs their belly protectively - you smile sleepily as you feel the gentle pressure.

To the pred, you are the most precious thing in the world. A fierce protectiveness sparks in their heart as they feel you move. Mine, mine, mine, their mind repeats like a mantra. You are so sweet, so adorable, so vulnerable...they could never dream of letting you get hurt. To love and adore you with all their being...that is the greatest honor.

[yummynomms]

I LOVE THIS TROPE aaaaaaaaa-

old old art that I was waiting to publish for when I had a story to go along with it but... it's been so long and I don't think the story is coming along any time soon soo...~

[sillyromance]

A prey who lost their senses after a serious injury, then woke up in a tight, warm, wet pouch they soon recognized as a stomach.

At first, this idea shakes them to the very core; the prey begins to panic, frantically pawing slippery walls pulsing around them. Dread overcomes the poor being. What if someone of their enemies took advantage of their state and decided to kill them in such a twisted way? What if it is some kind of a huge carnivorous animal?.. The worst thing is the darkness; tactile sensations don't help much, ears don't hear anything but gurgles and groans, there are no particular smells. And the itching of the prey's wound paired with constantly moving environment of their cramped prison doesn't help at all.

It's overwhelming, disorientating.

"How will I get out of this!?"

But, fortunately, the prey suddenly remembers about a flashlight on their belt. Frantically, they switch it on...

And the very moment sharp electric light illuminates the chamber, a sigh of relief escapes their pale lips.

Perhaps, it's the color. Or some particular details like scars or the wrinkly pattern. But the prey instantly recognized their friend's stomach inside of which they have already spent so many days and nights. Maybe, they hear their friend's voice, too - it tries to resassure the prey, convince them that it's safe here and everything is under control. Soft muscles contract affectionately around the person as the pred attempts to give their little friend a hug. In return, the latter rubs and fondles the walls they were prepared to tear through just a minute ago, then sinks deeper into the pillowy mass. Adrenaline spike has left them weak and drowsy, so the prey tilts their heavy head on the side and instantly falls asleep, feeling soothing circles drown by the pred on their back...

...Outside, the pred sighed in relief, holding their prey-filled belly with both hands.

Thankfully, it went better than they feared it would.

[bramble-mouse]

The day is blustery, and you sit upon your giant friend's lap. They have a crocheted blanket in rainbow colours spread over thier legs, and they relax into thier recliner. From your vantage point, you can see how the rain batters the window pane, hear how the wind lashes the trees outside. There is a documentary on the television, the volume turned down quiet.

You shiver a little and trudge across the blanket towards your huge friend's belly and huddle against the warmth. You can hear the tea they are drinking quietly bubbling inside. You think of how warm it would be in there presently.

"You've got that look again."

Your giant friend remarks as thier hand gently rests at your back.

"There's quite a bit of tea in there. Are you sure?"

You smile and hug your friend's middle.

"I don't mind."

Your friend lets out a little amused huff before they gather you carefully in thier hands and hoist you up in front of thier mouth.

"Well, since you don't mind..."

They grin and drop you into thier half full tea cup. You let out a squeak, but devolve into laughter.

Your friend's smile sits high above like an afternoon sun and playfully splash tea at them.

"Bottoms up."

They wink at you and take a sip of tea. You follow the flow of milky sweet liquid into thier mouth and promptly vanish with a gulp.

You squeeze, the tea rushing around you, down your friend's throat and you rapidly arrive with a splash and a loud grumble into the sloshing depths of a tea filled belly. The liquid comes up to your chest at its deepest point, so you swim to rest against a wrinkly, warm stomach wall. You sit in the dark for a moment and listen as your friend's belly churns the tea, digesting it slowly while you remain entirely unharmed. The frothy, deep gurgles, the steady thudding of a heart- you get lost in the warm, humid internals of your kind friend.

"Doing alright in there?"

Your friend's muffled voice inquires. You give the belly flesh behind you a good couple firm pushes, an indication you are quite well.

You hear them sigh and feel the press of thier hand as they rub thier stomach.

"Lemme know when you want out, alright? Though I will be evicting you anyways before dinner. Not keeping you in there with all that mess."

They chuckle.

You close your eyes and relax, letting the heat seep into your bones. There is no place safer in the world than here to you.

[spookyscarycreepydollgirl]

Sometimes I think about willing fatal where the prey doesn’t want to struggle or show fear because they don’t want to upset or hurt the pred, but like there comes a point during digestion where they’re running completely on instinct and they can’t NOT let on that they’re afraid. And instead of feeling disappointed in the prey, the pred just speaks gently to them like a scared animal, rubbing soothing circles along their softening form and letting them know it’s okay, it’s okay to be scared, they understand it’s scary, but the prey only has to bear with it for a little longer and then the two of them will be one.

[kitsune-pop]

vore where the prey is swallowed tied up

you were more than a little nervous to be honest. your partner had you strung up, hands behind your back and legs tied together snugly, shibari rope soft on your skin but tight at the knots. you looked at them, your head the only part of you that could move freely, as you dangled from their fingers

some rope and a shrinking spell was all it took to have you at your partner's mercy, although their reassuring smile helped put your nerves at ease. you nodded at them, ready to begin

with the end of the rope pinched between their fingers your partner lifted you up, dangling you above their face before opening wide, tongue laid flat over their bottom row of teeth. as you began to descend you couldn't help a brief moment of panic as you approached the hungry maw in front of you

your tiny body settled on their warm tongue, saliva quickly dampening the ropes holding you still as their breath washed over you. slowly drawing their tongue into their mouth, you quickly found yourself in darkness, enveloped by their tongue. they were gentle, keeping their jaws relaxed as they slid you around their mouth, pushing you first against their pallet, then to the back of their teeth. the tip of their tongue slid up your restrained body, slowly running up your midsection, feeling every bump of the shibari wrapped around you. you couldn't help but wriggle, eliciting a chuckle from your captor that sent vibrations through your very bones

their tongue shifted under you, scooping you up as they tilted their head back. bright light surprised you, craning your neck you could see they opened their mouth so you could clearly see their esophagus as it opened and closed in front of you, saliva slowly draining down their throat. you began to wriggle, feeling the rope tug at your arms, keeping you helpless as they slowly tilted their head further back, letting you slide further and further down

and with one quick swallow, all you could feel was tight, constricting muscles pulling at you, any struggles reduced to small wriggling as you felt the powerful muscle pull you further down their throat. could they feel you struggle? were they tracing your descent with their fingers? how far down were you already? you were helpless, tied up, shrunk and eaten, completely at the mercy of your partner. your heart was pounding and you felt lightheaded, yet all you could think about was this is where you belonged. deep in your partner, owned completely by them, existing only at their behest

you felt a few sharp tugs around your middle, constricting your body and forcing what little air you had left in your lungs out. in a moment you were coughing and gasping for air, blinking in the bright light as your partner cupped your tiny body gently, cooing at you, giving you praise for how brave you were, how good you tasted and how proud they are of you

your words had left you, all you could do was pant and smile past their fingers up at them with all the love you could muster

(got a little carried away with this one lol. sorry for the wait! I simply forgor)

[softsnugglystomach]

Finished the second part of my PJO vore fic

It’s Hestia-centric and focuses on how her childhood affected her, with a main focus on how (in this AU) she began to associate being eaten with being protected, and how that carries over into her relationship with her family, especially since she’s the oldest child and feels responsible for her family.

[cerberusthenking3]

A Nannies Hug

Warning this story contains soft vore,injury,child prey,and concerned pred

I hope you enjoy mystorl

Nathan POV.

Tears stream down my face as I run inside my house, holding my bleeding arm up.A defined bite mark leaking red liquid, and I yell out for Nana as I run into the kitchen, seeing her leavanny standing by the counter and she turns to me and her eyes widen in horror as she runs over to check on my injury.She makes soft clicking noises as she look over the open flesh before pulling out a few large leafs and forming some threads from her mouth and tying them around the injury.She works quickly and efficiently at closing the wound.She tugs on the threads to make sure its secure before picking me up and walking back into the living room,as she walks she releases a small pollen puff onto my arm and the pain begins to die down.She clicks at me before sitting down on the couch and laying me over her lap while rubbing my hair softly.We stay like that for want feels like hours before my arm begins to feel much better so I move the leaves to look at it and see that there is nothing left but a small scar where the wound had been.She looks down and clicks happily.She uses her arm to cut the bandage off before picking me back up.

Yuli POV.

There we go. The hatchlings arm is looking much better now to make sure he doesn't use it for at least a few hours.I open my mandible and gently place his head between them into my mouth.I murr a little at his taste which is similar to an oran berry,I guess that makes sense as it is his favorite fruit.He squirms a little and aays"Aunt Yuliiiiiiiiii,I'm okay you don't need to store me"in a unhappy tone.I shake my head and think"Yes I do little one,or else you'll go right back outside"So I push him a little deeper in and swallow again.He kicks a little but I feel him lean into the warmth before I swallow again and let gravity take over.It only takes two more swallows to get him the rest of the way down.I set his shoes infront of the door before walking outside and hear him say"I'm gonna sleep aunt Yuli,okay?"I click to him in confirmation that it's okay before I spot his houndour,Max,lying on the ground and looking extremely upset.I walk towards him, and he looks up and stutters out."I-I only me-meant to grab him n-n-not hurt h-him,is he o-o-okay???"I nod to the worried puppy before leaning down to pick him up, wipe the blood of his mouth before opening my mandible again, and place him on my tongue before sending the pup down in two swallows.When he lands in my stomach I hear Nathan happily but tired lying say"Hey Maxy,it's okay I'm not mad,it was an accident"I gently rub my stomach as I walk back in to wait for Miss Elise to get home.Though I would mind if I had to hold these two cuties for a little longer.

Sorry if it's a little shorter than you expected, but I hope you enjoy it.

[ms-snaps-bakery]

Delicious In Wife's Belly

[encryptedcryptid]

A pred on their period likely wouldn't wanna eat anyone. Their body hurts like hell, everything is sore, so their favorite prey decides to help out.

A warm compress, a soft spot to lay in comfortably, and no fear of leakage, puts em right to sleep as their prey buddy keeps em company while they deal with mother nature's worst joke, knowing damn well as soon as it's over they're gonna be slipping and sliding around in their guts.

[hungrysilverfox]

A demon falls in love with a human; and to show it, the demon consumes their soul;

I really like the idea of consumption being a love language. What better creature to express that than demons! They can take a persons soul out of their body to swallow it, leaving the body completely unharmed. It would be digested mercilessly, churned to bits by the stomach and seeping into the demon. But the demon can control it; instead of absorbing it for energy, they gain complete power over the soul. They could manipulate it to be their slave, but they choose to infuse part of themself into it, giving the soul power and complete protection. The demon could then separate the soul and put it back into its body. Ultimately, things would be the same as before, but the demon always knows where the soul is and what it’s doing.

But consider! The process is just as excruciating for the person. Although their real body is unharmed, they subconsciously perceive their soul as their body. They feel the heat of the demons mouth, the tightness of their throat, their stomach burning them alive. All while the demon enjoys their meal. I mean, they are a demon after all. They can love someone, but it doesn’t change their inherent sadistic nature~

[yummynomms]

Accidents Pt. 1!

VERY angsty, proceed with caution!!

I LOVE this type of situation, When the pred is so scared for the tinies life, its so heartbreaking when they know that they are the reason for their danger even if thats the last thing they want. like uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh the angst I YEARN for it!

Next

btw they are drunk! not aroused! the blushing is from the alcohol!

@voraciousvore

[sillyromance]

(WARNING: angst (a person abused in the recent past), one strong word)

Please, don't hurt me. I don't wanna pain anymore. I'm cornered and exhausted. I beg of you - don't make me suffer, I didn't mean anything wrong! Please...

- I won't. I promise.

It is a flash of light reflecting from you teeth and then - nothing but humid darkness. It feels...oddly comforting. Soon I stop struggling and let you devour me, lulled by warmth and softness of your internals. Every long, powerful swallow sends me deeper into you, and I can't help but feel grateful for how gentle you're with me. I'm so fuckin' damaged that your attention to my needs seems unnatural to me - I think I would let an assassin to cut me open if they treated me as a person just for a little bit. Well, actually, that what I do...

I slide, and slide, and slide... And, finally - curl up into your noisy stomach. It groans so loudly, so impatiently that I feel guilty for making it wait for so long. I have been expecting it to squeeze me immediately to brake my bones and melt me down for your body to process. However...

- You're safe. No one and nothing will harm you here. Trust me.

I don't believe my ears. I hesitantly paw squishy wall around me, but there is no acid. The organ hugs me gently; your hand fondles me from the outside - your light touch reaches my back and draws soothing circles on me. I embrace my knees and cry again, but this time, these are tears of relief. Your stomach keeps bubbling and growling, though I'm not afraid. I know that you tell me the truth; I want to trust you so, so bad... And perhaps, it will destroy me again, but I will.

Thank you.

[bramble-mouse]

Vore Week: Careful

A quick drabble from the prompt list I made for myself for this week.

Safe vore, soft vore, willing prey and platonic belly hugs.

MDNI.

The sheer mass of your friend never ceases to stop you in your tracks, least of all when you’re sitting gently cupped in the palm of their hands. “You’re sure you’re comfortable with trying this?” Bramble frowns nervously. You detect a hunger in their eyes, though the concern there far outweighs it.

“Yeah.” You stare down at your own hands, folded in your lap. You’re hardly an inch long in comparison and still amazed this giant would ever even bother to notice you. “I…I trust you.” Bramble’s own golden eyes can’t seem to meet yours. Their ears droop, they rub the back of their neck and before they can speak a word, their belly lets out the loudest growl you’ve ever heard. They are positively starving. The both of you lock eyes a moment before erupting into laughter. Bramble’s mirth vibrates your entire skeleton, like joyful thunderclaps. Once you both recover, the mossy haired giant smiles down at you. “I’ll be gentle with you, okay? I know you’ve been curious about this,” The point to their belly, currently obscured by a brown knit sweater “And I’m glad I’m the one you chose.” They bring you closer to their mouth and part their lips. A gust of minty breath tousles your hair, warm and welcoming. “Climb in and like…I dunno. Punch my tongue once you’re ready for me to swallow you.” Bramble smiles. You’re grateful they can be casual about all of this; it makes the experience of being eaten for the first time a lot less nerve wracking despite your life long curiosity towards it. Once they part their lips, you climb over their teeth, pointedly noting long, sharp canines that come down from their upper jaw like stalactites. The air in their mouth is humid as you investigate their back molars with curious touches, take special note of their uvula and how it hands above the glowing entrance of their throat. You lay down on Brambles tongue and as instructed, punch their tongue. Their tongue lurches you backwards towards their throat and for a moment, instinctive trepidation creeps into your chest. Yet despite that initial motion, your giant friend takes their time and is incredibly careful as you pass into their throat with a wet gulp. The ride down is confined and dimly lit by glowing green flesh. You start to panic and struggle against the tight, squeezes confines as you travel slowly down Bramble’s throat. A great voice rumbles overhead, nearly overtaken by the colossal workings of lungs and heart around you.

“It’s okay, little buddy.” Bramble’s voice soothes. “I’m right here. You’re safe.” That’s when it hits you. The passage may be claustrophobic but it is a part of your friend’s body. And when the ride down slows and you are pushed through a sphincter into a vast chamber of wrinkles, slick flesh, this is a part of Bramble too. The soft glow of the flesh allows you to watch the walls of their stomach pulse with their heartbeat and shift. A low gurgle shudders through your body, but the stomach acids you landed in are as harmless as water. “How are you doing?” Bramble speaks, but their voice is more muffled this time. You watch as something pressing into the stomach chamber from the outside- their hand. “I…I’m actually doing ok.” You shout in an attempt to be heard through layers of flesh. Bramble lets out a relieved sigh that you feel. The indent moves slowly side to side. They are rubbing their belly. “I’m glad. Let me know when you want out, alright? Doesn’t matter when.” They affirm. Another set of grumbles from their belly sound around you. They should terrify you with the implication of what this place would do to you if not for Bramble’s protective enchantments but they are soothing, coaxing tension from your body. You wobbled across the unsteady ground of the giant’s glowing stomach, wading through calf deep stomach juices so that you can lean on the wall you can see them stroking their stomach through. The motions pause on the outside and you can hear their heart rate increase.

“You…really are safe inside of me. I want you to never forget that. I’ll always take care of you.” Bramble’s voice is gentle, and though you can tell they are moving by the way their belly sways around you, they are clearly taking incredible care not to jostle you around.

“I know.” You smile and sink into the folds of soft, loamy stomach lining. It’s so warm in here, pleasant and relaxing like being wrapped up in a heavy blanket.

[spookyscarycreepydollgirl]

I am a monster, that I cannot deny, but just because I am a monster, just because I fundamentally do not deserve acceptance, does not mean I do not crave it. Do you understand what seeing you in my web does to me? What you have given me by allowing me to catch you? You have granted me more than a meal Ida, you have granted me acceptance, unconditional love, nourishment that is both physical and spiritual. Gazing upon your beautiful face with eight eyes instead of two. It saddens me to think, I might never find a way to repay you for what you are offering me. For though I adore you, all I know of love is hunger, it’s something I am well suited for, after all I am my hunger and very little else, but is it worthy of you? You have chosen to speak to me in my own language, to be my prey, to allow me to feast. But what is your language Ida? What can I do to make you feel accepted? What can I do to make you feel loved?

[luckyshotwrites]

15. Alternate Universe: Widfali (Lighter Switch Roles)

Contexts: Lynette, as a monster, was pulled into a pizzeria for magus's and humans as an experiment to intergrade them into society. (Because of this some of the characters do act slightly different as their backstories would be heavily affected by switching their roles).

Contents (Warnings): Lynette struggles being a pred around some tasty coworkers. (willing soft safe vore, gentle pred, some angst, and a little bit of a touching moment).

Wordcount: 2240 (This isn't what I normally write, so I'm sorry if its off-putting! I tried the comfort thing-)

Side note: This will contain experimental writing, first person (Lynette's view) will be implemented alongside third person for the two other essential characters, (mostly) Alexander and (occasionally) Drake. For those third person moments all their text will be italicized and have the characters name in Bold at the start. There may be other characters I write for using this.

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I walked up to Alexander, head held high to meet his leer. I stopped him from sitting down in his chair. His expression looked tired. 

I took a deep breath, fists curled and down, then exclaimed. “Alexander, can I eat you!” 

He lazily let his head fall to the side and sighed. He sat down and ignored me. 

“Xander!” I leaned over the chair and onto the table. He shifted his body to the right, so he didn’t face me. I slammed my hands on the table, holding a forceful squeak. “Answer me!”

Drake spoke, “you know what he’s going to say.”

I sulked near him, “please. I promise I’ll be really gentle.”

“Hell no.” He said, still refusing to look at me. 

“Xandeeeer.” I begged, sniffling. 

He flicked to me, “if you don’t quit. I'll take your energy on lunch.” He threatened. He lifted his hand toward me. 

I threw myself from the table, “then I’ll be even hungrier!” 

“Sounds like your problem, not mine,” Alexander replied coldly. 

I turned around and looked up at the clock. My break would end in a few seconds, so I gave up. 

…

Alexander

“At least she’s nice about it,” Drake said, looking up from his manga. 

Alexander pressed his back onto the chair in an attempt to crack it. “Yeah, but she annoyingly keeps coming back as if my answer will change.” 

"You should give her props for her determination, at least," Drake said. He grabbed the water bottle near him and took a sip. 

“She’s stupid. What magus would willingly give themselves to a monster? We need energy too.” Alexander sat up straight. “She could just eat humans.”

“True,” Drake said. He went back to reading and then perked up in his seat. “hold on a second, dude, I’m a human. Don't advertise my species to her!”

Alexander smiled, “and as I told her, sounds like your problem.”

“Fuck you too,” Drake returned the smile. 

…

Lynette

I worked up front with one of the other magus, Lev.

“Lynette, what’s the matter? You look so down.~”

I grumbled. He’s going to mess with me again. “I’m fine.”

When Lev got close, his sweet natural perfume entranced me. Much like Alexander, he was so tempting. It pulled my attention to him. 

He leaned near my ear, "Alexander rejected you, didn’t he?” Lev eyed me for a reaction, and his smile showed when he got it. A pitiful look in my eyes. “It must be hard for you, poor little garden bell." A tease sprouted out. "You have to be around such meaty, energy-brimming coworkers.”

My cheeks started to blossom with redness. "Stop it." I turned my head, trying not to drool.

“Aw…” Lev went around the other side of me. I met his eyes again, “here I was thinking of letting you eat me too. But if you don’t want to have any of me...~.”

I faced forward at the register. We had yet to get any customers. “You’re lying!” My poor attempt to stay strong wasn't working. 

"And you're calling me a liar?” He gestured to himself slowly, “I’ll feed myself to another, much more willing and grateful monster then." He acted like I offended him and held himself, "One that would happily appreciate my taste since you said I'm unappealing.”

“I-I never said that!” I whimpered. He brought his face near mine and dared me to do something. He's so cruel. “You never mean it!”

Lev held his laughter behind his grin, “I’m totally serious.” 

I created distance between us, "then let me eat you!” 

He turned away, “I don’t know, you did call me a liar earlier...”

I cried out. My gut whined for someone to recharge me. "see!"

He simply laughed at my dismay, continuing to play his game. He loved torturing me, knowing full well I wouldn't attack him. 

…

I went to lunch and heard the door to break room one. I jumped and hid on the couch, peeking over it. Zilla locked eyes with me. 

She walked to me cautiously. "Hey there, sweetie."

I leaped off the couch and threw my hands up in front of me. I frantically threw them around. "Please! I'm already super low on energy! I wouldn't be worth it!"

Zilla's evil grin lowered. She slowed her steps and then squinted over me. Her eyes glowed briefly before dying down. "Why are you so low? Do you not eat?"

"I-I eat. I just-givers are expensive, and I'm trying to save money." I tapped my pointer fingers together cutely. 

Zilla closed her eyes. The idea took a second to pop into her head. She giggled and moved closer. "Maybe if you ate Alexander, you can help me out after.”

“He’d never let me do that.”

“Force him," Zilla stated. 

“NO! I don’t want to eat unwilling people.” I explained, "I don't want to scare them." I already thought I was scary enough; at least my human case helped me look less so. 

Zilla rubbed her chin, “hmm, well,” the deviousness returned, “what if I can get him to agree to let you eat him?”

“With super evil trickery?”

“No,” Zilla waved her hand. “I’ll handle it." She made a stance in front of me. "But, if you eat him, I get to take some of your energy later, deal?”

Would she hurt him? I don't want her to blackmail him, either. My stomach growled in protest.

I traced it with my fingers, "O-okay, but don't force him!"

Zilla's wide smile spread on her face. “Of course.”

…

Alexander

Alexander walked into the lunch room. She hung up on him after telling him to meet her in break room 3, “why did you call me here?” 

Zilla had her hands folded together on the table. “Lev and I had been arguing for a while. How about you answer us, who’s stronger, you or Lynette?”

He laughed, “me. No contest.”

Zilla wagged her finger, “then why do you always run away from her?”

His bluish-gray hue tapered down her. “I don’t run from Lynette.”

“It doesn’t look like that to me. I mean, you always avoid her. And why else would you do that unless you couldn't stand a chance against her?" Zilla said.

“Bullshit!” He exclaimed, throwing his hand out, “she’s a weak monster. Don’t compare us.”

Zilla leaned over on the table, “suuure.” She held her chin up, “if you’re not scared of her, how about we make a bet?”

"About what?"

“If you can make Lynette admit you’re stronger and keep her restrained, you win. But if you can’t, you have to let her eat you.”

Alexander’s shoulders rose, “the hell-” What kind of fucked up deal is that? "No way.”

Zilla took out her phone, “sounds good. I'll just tell Lev you're scared-”

He threw himself onto the table and grabbed the top of her phone. She looked up and saw his grit teeth.

He spoke, “if you want to play this game, we'll play. But once I get Lynette to submit, you’ll feed yourself to her.”

Zilla’s eyes flashed with worry. It quickly dissipated. “Deal." Zilla motioned to the door. "She should be around here somewhere. Go find her and challenge her." 

Alexander turned on his heels. He stomped to the exit and out into the hall again. What kind of messed up deal did she give me? Does she really think I'm that weak? Lynette's a garden bell. 

He entered room one first. He locked onto Lynette as she stood over the kitchen sink. She drank a giant jug of water. 

He stomped to her. “Hey Lynette, let’s fight."

She tipped her water forward, spilling some on herself. It was absorbed into her body. 

Once she registered what he said, panic scrambled from her vocals, “wha-what?! No, I don’t-”

Alexander pushed a table out of the way. “If you win, you get to eat me.”

Her eyes widened with interest but died down once she saw the bright glow erupt from his eyes, “huh-why-uh-wait!”

He spat out, “You want that, right? So stop being a coward and show me you're stronger than me!”

“But-why do we have to fight? Can’t you just-” She cut off as the same color of light from his eyes went over her body. He force-sealed her human case. It would stop her from springing from it. “How am I supposed to defend myself!”

He didn't take any time when he was close enough. Lynette threw her jug in the sink and leaped out of the way. He easily tracked her while she fumbled around, trying to maintain balance. He aimed to catch her arms, which would be the most dangerous if she broke her case. 

“I can’t even fight you if you hold my case shut!” A desperate cry fled her.

That's the point of a fight. You use your advantages against your opponent. He thought as he took his opportunity to trip her up. He struck her leg, and she fell back into one of the tables, rolling off before he grabbed her. Then she plopped onto the ground. He dropped down, getting over, and firmly gripped her forearms. He started to forcefully drain energy from her. 

"Say I'm superior, and I'll stop." Come on, you pitiful monster. 

“X-xander!” She struggled, but his fingers dug into her arms. 

"Damn it!" He knew she couldn't be this weak. She was hiding something but wouldn't do it. This was his time to prove it, to pull out that evilness in her. "Give up or fight me!"

Her lip quivered as her struggling got weaker, “please-”

“ADMIT IT. ADMIT WHAT YOU-” As he met her eyes, he saw the tears streaming down the sides of her face. She shook her head frantically.

She's crying.

He silenced his draining and pulled back. Lynette crawled out and away.

“I-I don’t want to fight you. I don’t want to hurt anyone. We've had enough.” She uttered, wobbling up. “I’ll stop bothering you, okay, you win."

Alexander got up too. He chased after her while she left into break room two. “Lynette!" 

He caught her wrist. She yelped, and her arm split into a burst of vines before forming a giant venus fly trap mouth. “Please stop-I’m sorry-” She didn't get very tall as her human case broke, approximately thirteen feet with big plant mouths for arms.  

His eyes glowed again, and he shifted his size. He sometimes would fight more giant beings. He was fifteen feet tall and wrapped his arms around Lynette. It kept her pinned in place.

“YOU WIN.” He yelled. 

Her oozing, fly-trap arms pressed at him. Even though he held her against her will, she refused to hurt him. 

She whined, "I'm weaker, and you hate me-”

“I-” He let her go. “Just-" He met her eyes. "eat me.”

Lynette shook her head, “stop it, alexander. Why do you feel like rubbing in your-”

“I’m serious!” He shifted back. He held his arms up, “eat me! I'm willing!” He saw the hunger. He knew this was what she wanted. But, her lips closed, and a kindness overtook her gaze.  

She innocently flopped down in defeat. “Why do you care if you're stronger. You know you are...you scared me.”

Alexander closed his eyes. "I don't like monsters eating magus's."  

"Then you aren't willing. You don't want that." A sharp note of sadness strung through the room. 

“Of course not….” Alexander said. He could feel the heaviness in his chest. “But-" He stepped forward. "I took your energy to prove something that doesn't..." He caught himself. He looked up at her hands and then to her plantish face, "I can’t give that energy any other way, so I give you permission to do it.” He hoped she believed his lie and she did.

Hesitantly her voice came out, “how do I know you won’t take it from inside me.”

“DO you want to eat me or not?!” Alexander shouted. He clearly had embarrassment coating his cheeks. 

She got closer and nodded. Alexander faced away but still saw one of her hands lift up. The light yellowish-green ooze dripped over his body and onto the floor. The mouth raised over his head, and he slightly lifted his shoulders with a flinch. 

It slowly clamped over his upper body, so delicate but at the same time revolting to him. It didn't have a horrible smell, more flowery than anything but the rumbling squelches made his body twitch. 

It wanted to move, to fight. 

It didn't take long for the mouth to cradle his soaked form up and down its own throat until he rested at her core.

It had a strong lavender scent, one that he hated. In general, he had never undergone something so humiliating. 

He could hear her purrs from outside and her voice from above. 

“Are you alright?”

He felt her lightly press at him inside. “No.” 

“Oh-did I-”

"JUST", Alexander lowered his tempo, "stop talking, Lynette.” He pressed himself back into the gooiness, disgusted heavily by the ooze in the smooth pocket of her stomach. He kept his arms crossed, only hearing her gentle hums and squelches anytime he moved. 

She did this to mess with me, didn't she? She faked her tears. Though, her insides were so easy with him. Only pressing very lightly. 

He started to feel the tiredness coming over him. He shut his eyes. I’ll never do this again. 

He thought to himself as his actual feelings escaped in a whisper. "I'm sorry, Lynette."

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