#something feels wrong. but pred can't tell what

[habitual-creatures]

[ The wolf trotted in a way down the stairs, then gently fell on top of Evan, trying to make sure it didn't hurt him ]

ХᏆᎪ ᏆՏ ᎪՏᏞᎬᎬᏢ. ՏᎻᎬ ᏆՏ ᎬХͲᎡᎬᎷᎬᏞᎽ ᎬХᎻᎪႮՏͲᎬᎠ.

ᏔᎪΝͲᎬᎠ ᎷᎬ Ͳϴ ᏟᎻᎬᏟᏦ ႮᏢ ϴΝ ᎽϴႮ ͲᎻϴႮᏀᎻ. ᎠϴΝ'Ͳ ᎷϴᏙᎬ.

▻ 🐺⛓️ / Predator

( Predator has like,, REALLY soft fur. Like one of those fluffy blankets :3 Also this is how it checks on people's health dw, it just lays on them! )

( it can tell Evan isn't a fan of wolves but it's trying to like get him more comfortable with it in a way? )

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[sillyromance]

Good day everyone!

I like thinking about protective vore scenarios where both involved are two absolute, unfixable sweethearts who care about the ones around them more than about themselves... But actually, a prey doesn't know that they'll be safe in a pred's stomach. Perhaps, there was not enough time for explanations or the pred didn't have an ability to tell the prey what they were going to do; but anyways, the big guy ends up struggling to swallow their panicking friend who is quite unhappy about the situation. The pred sincerely hopes that it'll be easier for everyone when the prey reaches the destination, but, unluckily, they are wrong; the little one continues wriggling and trashing around, mercilessly squeezing and scratching sensitive stomach, making their protector suffer in pain. The latter is too kind to make any attempts to stop their friend instantly, for example, punching their belly roughly or yelling at their friend; they just hug their sickly growling, aching middle, feeling tears flowing violently from their eyes and say: "Listen... You're safe, pal... Please... Don't. You're hurting m-me..."

The prey entirely ignores the first part of the sentence; however, they stop fighting right away as they hear the last words. Like... No doubt, they want out really bad, but...They didn't mean to harm anyone, their friend in particular! It appears that all this battling was completely instinctive. The prey goes brightly red of shame; they mumble apologies all the time, sobbing because of the thought they could cause irremediable damage and stroking, kneading tender walls they're sinking in, their hands tremor as the tiny remembers how hard they were beating their comrade a minute ago... And outside, the pred, blushing too, just coos at them, reassuring that the prey did nothing wrong and they don't need to reproach themselves for the fear which was nothing else but natural.

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It can be a completely opposite variant as well; the prey has done something bad - they have committed a prank or made some mess... The pred gets extremely mad for some reason and, in spite of their kind soul, decides to punish the guilty one by trapping the latter away in their stomach. With a heavy heart, they gulp small, trembling body of the prey down. The pred expects threats, screams and furious banging on their insides from the consumed friend, and they emotionally prepare for that. But instead... Their ears catch faint crying. The little one curls up tightly in noisy, wet environment, completely giving up on the all joys of life and a possibility to see daylight again. As far as it's discovered, the pred is hit so hard by this, that they immediately forget their irritation and hide their face in hands, paralysed by shame and horror of what they've done. The giant begs the tiny to forgive them for the giant's dared to scare their precious little friend with such cruelty. Meanwhile, the prey comforts their big friend, rubbing the flesh moving around which gently embraces them - and insisting that they are the only one who should be sorry for showing poor behaviour.

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These small ideas are connected to Skyfire from G1 (I've finally begun to watch it, this show is literally mind-blowing!) He is one of my favourite characters from this series; and whenever I see him, I can't get a thought out of my head about what a compassionate, and soft, and loving being he is (when it doesn't come to decepticons, of course). In order to that, I think he would fit perfectly for the situations I described.

[notmyprey]

Guys, I have to share this experience cause oml-

So I was at work (I work at a grocery store), and normally, when customers look lost, I ask if they need help finding something.

There was this one lady, looking a bit lost as she stared at the frosting and cake mixes, so I asked if she needed help. She says no, and that she was just looking at the food because she can't eat it, but it's nice to remember. I tell her there are gluten free options down the aisle if that would be something she likes.

She said that's not the problem, that rather her stomach is paralyzed.

This has me thinking now about preds with digestive issues:

(Please tell me if I get anything here wrong. I want to represent this right, as this is a serious topic, and many people suffer from digestive issues, me included).

Preds who can't eat normal food and haven't tasted cake in years, just for a prey to come along that tastes like cake to help them taste what they have wanted for so long.

Preds with overeating disorders, feeling really hungry, but knowing they are just feeling sad. They eat their prey friend to not only help the hunger, but also cause how can you be sad with a friendo in your tum.

Preds with under-eating disorders who constantly puke up what they eat. Their prey friend helps them slowly adapt to eating more without wasting a bunch of food and without pressuring the pred to eating a bunch of food (which can be overwhelming for some).

Preds who have IBS and can't eat garlic or onion (me). They tend to like prey who remind them of garlic or onion.

Preds who are lactose intolerant who eat prey that taste like ice cream.

I feel like this whole topic is so under explored.

[suzyandthefox]

An Accident

Inspired by this prompt! Thanks @opikarts

Even though the pred in question isn't a scientist and is just a tired college student

A sequel (or prequel?) to the last fic, But also works as a standalone

Accidental g/t soft safe vore, male pred and Non-binary prey

Warnings: 1 f bomb and very mild mentions of drugs.

Taglist: @pineappleparfaitie

"Say,Ryan, you never told me how did you find out that you can, Y'know, control your stomach?”

Oliver, still shrunken, asked his best friend.

The latter sighed heavily, and looked away for a moment.

“It wasn't fun at all,I can tell you that,” He adjusted himself to sit more comfortably on his bed, as he looked to his shrunken buddy, who was sitting on the counter beside him.

He remembered the events of yesterday,and how it was a hard experience that required a lot of courage from both Oliver and himself.

“It wasn't as easy as it was with you, either.”

“Wait… you did that before?” The idea of Ryan being someone who is used to swallowing living beings creeped out Oliver.

“Yes… and no.” Ryan seemed to be disturbed by just remembering how it happened. “Wait, how did you think I found out?”

“I don't know, but it definitely wasn't that,” Oliver shrugged. 

“Can you at least me tell what happened? Now I really want to know!” Oliver's curiosity was piqued, despite the logical part of him finding it gross and awful.

Ryan gave up and just shook his head.

“Very well,”

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It was a while ago, when Ryan was studying for one of his finals.

That particular night, he had a final that he was worried about. It was a subject that even a nerd like himself found complicated, and now that he recalls these events, he can't even seem to remember what it was exactly.

He had pulled an all-nighter that night, studying all the way to past midnight. 

His back hurt like hell, so he got up and stretched, his tired eyes fighting sleep. 

A large cup of Ice coffee would be great, he thought.

He walked to the kitchen, realising that he still didn't do the dishes and that they were there since dinner. “I will do these in the morning,” he told himself.

At that moment he was content with washing a single cup, and wandered around the kitchen to get the few ingredients he needed for the caffeine boost.

He must have taken way too long,or was way too deep in his thoughts to notice the change, because when he mixed the ingredients together,he didn't realise that there was an ingredient that was already there.

An ingredient that wasn't supposed to be there at all.

Ryan poured the coffee,the milk, the sugar,and the ice, and gave the mixture a good swirl with the only clean spoon in his apartment.

He downed the entire drink in one go, and that resulted in him choking on something.

In a stressful, painful moment, he felt a weight in his throat, something big and distinct, and he could swear to god that at the moment, it felt alive.

Lodged right above his esophagus, it took him a good few seconds of coughing and swallowing, before he was able to gulp down whatever interrupted his airway.

It felt very cold, so he hoped that it was just an ice cube. At worst cases, it might be a bug, he got chills in his spine just by thinking about that possibility.

He ran his hand through his black hair and sighed, realising that there's the taste of something that wasn't coffee on his mouth… Fabric?

He shook his head, the experience made him awake, that's for sure.

But as he sat down to study, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was very wrong.

It reminded him of when he felt that someone was in danger, or it was as if he had committed a mistake

In both cases, he was still uneasy and unsure of what to do.

So he closed that textbook, and tried focusing his senses on where he felt that uneasiness.

As he expected, it came from his stomach, of course that iced coffee had something off about it. He put a hand on his stomach as it ached, it was churning and moving, making him feel sick. 

It felt as if there's a warm weight inside him, a weight that shouldn't be there at all.

That's where it hit him…

It had a pulse, it was a living being.

Ryan desperately denied the situation, but his enhanced senses only proved the opposite. He pressed two fingers on where the being should be, and tried to trace its form. 

The thought of it being a bug or a mouse made him want to vomit, but the info he is receiving from his system implied something far worse.

That being wasn't squirming and flailing, but it was very much alive and awake.

His fear came true when he realized, as he pressed where the uninvited guest should be, that it was humanoid shaped.

And it was trembling, the poor thing was scared to death.

He thought the worst case was swallowing some sort of vermin but no, it was a sapient being, Borrowers were very much humans, in both how they looked and how they acted.

So for him to send one of them through this? When he is supposed to be a hero that saved people? Guilt clawed at him, ripping him to shreds.

He found himself rubbing his stomach, especially where the poor thing was, his heart heavy with fear for his innocent prisoner and heavy with guilt that ate at him.

He, of course, should've just tried to cough them up, but he felt a desperate need to comfort the poor little one, he wanted to hug them, it did not help at all that he was able to hear their faint, soft sobs as his senses were entirely focused on them.

If he could just… Keep them safe, and tell them they were alright, and put them somewhere comfortable.

As if his system reacted to his thoughts, he found himself thinking of the idea of controlling his digestive system, experimenting with something he wasn't sure about.

Perhaps it was his anxiety that made him think like that, instead of outright letting the borrower out, or perhaps he found it as an opportunity to test out something new.

So he attempted control over his digestive system, perhaps he could, somehow, stop the acids? At the very least, it would make letting them out a bit easier for both him and them.

“Eek!” The tiniest squeak was emitted from the poor borrower as the environment around them changed, and Ryan broke into millions of pieces at that sound.

He prayed that his stomach didn't hurt them that much, that by some sheer miracle, they were only minorly injured.

 Realistically, the process of digestion takes a few hours when it comes to meat, so he hoped that by this logic, his prisoner wouldn't be harmed that much.

He shook his head as he contemplated what to do, he could tell there was a change, an uncomfortable one for him, sure,but a change nonetheless.

But if he wanted to be fully sure, he had to ask the borrower.

The idea was stupid, it's not like the borrower would talk to him after what happened.

The boy put his face in his hands, he wanted to scream from his depths, this was all too much for him to handle.

At the very least, he had to get someone to think with him.

Emilia would know, she is used to him getting in weird situations like this, and despite looking like she doesn't care about anything, she always gave him solid advice.

He brought out his phone and immediately texted her, to his surprise, she responded.

“Sup” Her text appears on the glowing screen of his phone.

“Need ur opinion” He typed back, and proceeded to type a wall of text about the situation that just happened.

“NGL, thats pretty fucked.” The skull emoji she punctuated her messages with didn't help at all.

“What should i do??!!”

“Talk to them or something, dunno, but if u decided to keep them there, which is a rlly weird choice BTW, then dont just leave them alone, at least make it look like u care bro”

She was right, he decided to keep them, then he should talk to them.

He rubbed his stomach again, and decided to take Emilia’s advice.

“Hey,” He gently spoke, making sure to lower his voice as if he was afraid his voice was going to be too loud for them

He felt a shift inside him, the little one was surprised to hear him talk, he thought.

“Yes you, little buddy,” He spoke ever so gently, as if talking to a kitten. “Are you alright? Physically at least?” 

He bit his lip, he thought that the question was bold, especially when he was the one who put them through all of this.

“... Kind of,” Ryan's body tensed,he didn't actually think that they would respond, their voice was, understandably, muffled by his flesh and quiet from their fear.

If he didn't have enhanced hearing he probably wouldn't have heard them at all.

“A bit shaken… but not dead, why are you asking?” The borrower asked, their voice echoing slightly in the flesh chamber that was Ryan's stomach, it was shaking, 

And Ryan found himself pressing a hand to his stomach, as if wanting to hold them, to cradle them.

“I'm very very sorry, I didn't see you, I should have been more careful and_”

“It wasn't your fault.” They interrupted him. “It was mine,I should have been more careful, going around in a human’s house, because of accidents like… this one.”

“Look, normally I shouldn't be trusting humans, especially one that, well, basically ate me…” Ryan was surprised at their shift and how talkative they've become, but maybe it meant that they trusted him.

“But, you did something here, I don't know what it is exactly, or if humans are supposed to do that, but it saved my life, I…I can tell you are a nice human.”

The borrower yawned softly, and Ryan gently patted his stomach, feeling how tired they were.

“Would you like me to let you out now?” He already knew their answer,but he wanted their permission in order to not throw them off guard.

“Actually… the thing you did with your stomach, the one that… doesn't make it deadly, how long does it last?” Well, that's not what he was expecting.

“Maybe a whole day or something, before it starts negatively impacting me…” Ryan wasn't going to go into detail about his powers to a borrower of all things. “Why are you asking again?”

“Look, I know it sounds weird and inconvenient but_” He hoped it's not what he was thinking about.

“If it's safe for me,can I spend the night here? It's soft and nice, if a bit slimy…” It was, Indeed, what he was thinking of.

He texted Emilia again, and to not make the borrower feel forgotten,he traced circles around his stomach with his other hand.

“Give me a moment.” He told them as he wrote his request to Emilia.

“M! i talked to them and now they want to spend the night in my stomach!”

“Pookie,if i didn't know how much of a goody two shoes u r, i would’ve said ur high as a fuckin kite.”

“Eh, let em sleep, they prolly had a real long night.”

Ryan closed the phone and threw it next to him, his attention shifted to his… He didn't know what to call them at this point, Guest? Tenant? Cargo?

“You can go ahead and rest…” He found himself speaking tenderly, as if the idea of them trusting him enough to rest was appealing to him.

“Thank you… sir.” The tired borrower yawned again and stretched, and Ryan felt their limbs brushing at the folds of his stomach.

“Sure…uhh… you're welcome.” He awkwardly replied as he gave his stomach a pat.

That night, Ryan wasn't able to get even a wink of sleep, and he wasn't able to move out of his bed either.

He feared that any wrong movement might wake up the sleeping little buddy inside his guts, or worse, squish them.

That, and his stomach was protesting with all it's might for not being able to digest it's resident, constantly gurgling and moving around them, but not enough as to wake them up.

So he spent the whole night staring at his phone, watching random videos of cats and doom scrolling.

He coughed up the borrower in the morning. It was a weird process for him, but he was glad that they were unharmed overall.

And they were grateful for him offering them protection for one whole night, even if it came at the cost of him failing his final.

At least, after that, Ryan had little good things happen in his life, he never lost a pair of socks,or a pen, or even a paperclip.

His phone was always charged, and generally, it seemed that the little one was trying to pay back for that one night of safety they had inside his belly, where no being could ever reach them.

He still hasn't seen them since he let them out, but he can respect and understand that.

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“You haven't seen them yet?”

“Yeah, but I understand the secretive nature of a borrower, besides, I wouldn't blame them if they are still scared of me after what happened. Maybe they asked to stay only because they were absolutely desperate, delirious even.”

“I see… But I can't believe you told Emilia before you told me!”

“She… gives good advice, and she is pretty reasonable.” Ryan blushes.

“She is a junkie, and a school dropout, if her advice was that good, she should've gone by it.” Oliver grumbled, even if Emilia was his friend as well, he still couldn't deny that aspect of it.

Oliver was then taken back by Ryan putting his thumb and index underneath his armpits, as if he was going to pinch his torso.

“Careful,tiny, you're still bite sized…” Ryan warned gently, his expression was still as calm and sweet as always.

There were a few things Oliver feared more than a threat from Ryan, no matter if they were jokes or real.

Oliver wasn't sure anymore if his stay with Ryan was as safe as he imagined, but it will be okay, Ryan was his best friend after all.

He wouldn't hurt his best friend, right?

Right?

[swmgsillystuff7]

A scenario i think about a lot 🌲

i tend to have lots of vore scenarios run threw my head like all day but there is one that just always sticks with me since thinking about it brings me comfort. i thought i would share it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ you come home from your 8-hour shift; you didn't have such a good day at work. something during your shift ruined your mood, but your pred roommate is there to greet you once you walk in the door. they get home from their own job before you, so they are usually the one to make dinner for the two of you. you two have been great friends for a long time, you haven't been living with each other for very long but being in each other's presence is nice. your pred friend has made you dinner! it's your favorite meal! ....but you are too tired and upset to appreciate the food. you try to hide the tired sadness with a weak smile...but as you walk to your room to change out of your work clothes, your friend knows something is off. they don't ask about it until after you have ate. your pred friend eventually asks you what's wrong, you can see they are visibly concerned about you. you can't really keep up the fake happiness anymore and you break down, telling them the kind of day you had at work. they are quick to pull you into a hug, telling you that everything is going to be fine. their warm hugs and comforting voice has always helped you calm down when you are in distress. your friend knows how hard you have been working lately. as much as they hate seeing you so tired from work, they can't help but feel proud of you for working so hard. they wish you had more days off so you two could hang out, or just sit home and play video games. your friend asks if you would like to go to bed early, you nod your head tiredly. you already know what they mean by "go to bed" it wasn't your first time being eaten by them. they had done this many times before. your friend always made sure to be as gentle as they could possibly be, not wanting to cause you anymore stress then you were already feeling. you fit snuggly inside their belly, just enough that it isn't uncomfortable. the pressure of the walls around you is nice, you can feel your friends hand pressing against you as they rub their belly. they finally get up and walk to their bedroom to lay down, spreading out on their bed to get comfortable. letting out a big yawn before saying they hope you sleep well, things will be better tomorrow, and they will see you in the morning. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (also just to clarify i use "they" and "theirs" and "them" when refiring to preds to help people better Invision maybe a oc or a character they like. since i know a lot of people like to Invision themselves in scenarios like this. i feel like it helps give a little more freedom to the person reading.) (also kind of writing this cuz i don't see a lot of friend vore. it's mainly lover type stuff and im just over here looking for a friend type scenario/story. just two bros being bros and comforting each other during hard times) (also uh...if you want to here more scenarios i have just ask, i have lots of ideas and visions. name a scenario and i have probs thought of it and even written something about it LMAO)

[vorish-wonderland]

Not a request or anything but a thought I can't get out of my head.

Jade is shady af, we all know that. But what if... he feeds you people who either annoy him and or get too close for comfort. I just like the thought of him shrinking a student and feeding it to someone else, he wants to share his pleasure with you and such.

I knowwwwww you said this isn't a request but like I REALLY want to write it now that you've brought it up-

Includes: soft/safe vore, unwilling pred, previous unaware, implied previous fatal

★✦Perhaps You Like It...✦★

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Jade likes cooking.

So nothing really seemed off when he decided to start making you dinner every now and again.

Nothing looked weird about it, nothing tasted weird about it... but you swore your stomach felt a bit... heavy whenever he fed you. And it wasn't just a general feeling of fullness, it was... like something else was inside it.

...

But it's probably nothing.

And in fact, today he's made you something. Something that looks really good...

"I hope you enjoy your meal, (Y/N)."

"Yeah, thanks for making it, Jade!"

Jade was sat down beside you, watching you intently as you ate your food. A bit strange, but you just accepted it as Jade wanting to make sure you enjoyed what he'd made for you.

You swore you heard somebody yell out your name.

"What was that?"

"Um, w-what was what, (Y/N)?" Jade asked, uncharacteristically nervous.

"I thought somebody said my name."

"No! Nobody said anything!" Jade smiled. "Now eat your food!"

"...ok."

You could've sworn that you heard it again.

"Did you hear it that time?" You asked.

"No, like I said, nobody said anything, (Y/N)."

You heard it again. More frantic this time...

And just then, the illusion spell Jade had used wore off.

And there, siting on your utensil, was Ace, at miniature size.

"Hey (Y/N)! Glad you, uh... glad you didn't eat me...!"

"Jade, what is this?!"

"It's an NRC freshman from Heartslabyul, Ace Trappola... oh yes, you know him, don't you?" Jade asked.

"WHY WAS ACE IN MY FOOD, JADE?!"

"Oh... you didn't know?" Jade asked, a malicious smile on his face. "This isn't the first time this has happened. You've eaten multiple people this past month."

"Multiple-?"

"I've always liked to shrink and eat those who annoy me... it's so fun to see their terrified faces, pleading for me not to do it, but in the end... they always end up sliding down my throat." Jade sinisterly giggled. "It's so wonderful... hearing them panic inside of me... don't you agree, (Y/N)~?"

"No! What the hell is wrong with you?!" You yelled.

"Oh dear... I truly thought you would understand me... we're so close, after all, I thought we could-"

"YOU'RE INSANE!! Why do you think I would ever want to eat someone?!"

"You say that, despite having eaten and digested multiple people at this point." Jade grabbed Ace, holding him in front of his face, ,. "Nobody you know, I assure you... unless... do you know anyone who's gone missing recently? You might've eaten them~"

"(Y-Y/N)... you're not gonna let him eat me... r-right?" Ace nervously asked.

"Oh don't you worry... I'm not going to eat you..." Jade said, before placing his free hand on your lower jaw and prying open your mouth. "No... (Y/N) is!"

Jade shoved Ace into your mouth and held your jaw shut with his hand.

"Now swallow him, (Y/N)." Jade demanded. "I can tell a fake one from a real one, by the way. Swallow him down and we can be done with this."

Seeing no other way out of this, you did as Jade asked, and...

You swallowed Ace.

You've felt this way before... a strangely exciting feeling of swallowing something that's just a bit too big for you...

Before you'd just thought that you'd accidentally swallowed too much food but now it seems... it was a person nearly every time, wasn't it?

"Good! So I'll see you again for dinner tomorrow?"

"Maybe... maybe not..." You nervously smiled.

"See you tomorrow then."

You sighed as Jade left.

"So, uh... you're gonna be letting me out of here, right...?" Ace asked.

"Yeah, don't worry." You sighed. "I feel so strange... it just doesn't feel right, knowing I've done this before." You said.

"Well, Jade said he hasn't fed you anyone you know- well, uh, besides me- so at least you can have a mostly clear conscience!"

"I'm almost 100% sure he was lying with that though."

"Oh well, you can't change the past. Now please get me out? I'm gonna need a shower after this." Ace sighed.

You couldn't believe that Jade had been feeding you living people... not to mention you've been enjoying it...

What a terrifying thought...

[cuddle-2-electric-boogaloo]

Therapist pred? Whether they incorporate noms into their therapy or do it separately from it is up to you. Regardless I imagine a very calming experience.

"Hello Ryan, come on in" Milo said upon opening the door to see the inchling standing outside. But he took some time to move, and even then moved slowly. "Hey, is something wrong? Do you want me to carry you?"

"Oh, no, no, it's fine, sorry" he answered, not particularly convincingly. And Milo wasn't convinced.

"Look, you are here for a reason, and we've talked about this before; there's no shame in asking for help" they said, lightly coiling the end of their tail around him, picking him up and placing him on their shoulder.

The naga took him through into their office, before putting him down on the table positioned next to the sofa. The table itself had a small, custom-made sofa designed for tiny species like Ryan. He sat down on it, while Milo coiled themself into a comfortable position.

"So, do you want to tell me what the matter is?" they asked genuinely.

"I'm just... really tired lately. Stress from work's been killing me, and I can't sleep from worrying too much." He sighed. "And my lack of energy is affecting my work, so I'm worried about getting fired for that, which just causes a constant loop of stress. Which is just lovely."

Milo thought about it for a moment, before giving an offer. "Well, if you don't have anything else planned for today, I could help you with getting some rest, if you want. I can swallow you and let you just rest in my stomach for a while. How does that sound?"

He mulled their offer in his head for a bit. "Wouldn't I hear everyone else you see talk about their problems? I don't wanna invade their privacy..."

"Oh don't worry about that, you're my last client for the day." they said, clearing his worry.

That was his only real issue with the idea, so with that potential problem sorted, he was sold. "Ok, sure. Sounds like it could work."

Milo uncoiled slightly, and reached over to the table, opening up their palm for him to climb onto. "One last thing, is there any specific time you want me to let you out at?"

"Um... around 6 should be good."

"Alright, 6 it is" they said, pulling out their phone to make a reminder for them.

Having done that, they pulled him closer to their face. "Ok, when you're ready, pull yourself into my mouth."

After saying that, they opened their mouth wide, letting a warm breath wash over Ryan. He didn't hesitate and immediately began pulling himself into their mouth. It was damp and slick, but also soft and warm, and he could already feel the early signs of sleep beginning to set in.

Once he pulled his legs beyond their teeth, he called out to them. "Ok, ready now." Immediately after he said that, their jaw gently shut behind them and he felt their head beginning to tilt backwards. He reached his arms forward to ease his descent as they began to swallow him down.

His descent was smooth, quick and comfortable. Their esophageal muscles gently but swiftly pushing him down. He soon felt space around his hands as he was pushed into their warm, soft and cozy stomach. Once he had been completely deposited in, he curled up against their stomach wall, and as they did they felt a slight pressure from outside.

"Comfy in there, Ryan?" Milo asked while lightly pressing their stomach.

"Yep" he answered, but being unsure of whether or not they could hear him, he also rubbed against where their hand was in confirmation.

"Great! Well then, sleep well, and I'll let you out at 6, as promised. Oh, also don't worry about paying extra for this."

Those last couple of sentences were barely heard by him, as he was already quickly losing consciousness as he entered the best sleep he had had for a while now. It was as if he left all of his problems out there, and there was nothing else in here but him. He might ask for this again next week too.

[mmmleckerlecker]

Heart Pangs - Sustenance Substitution (Part 32/70)

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Summary: Lux’s first days of separation from the Marottas go by with difficulty.

Contents: hunger; cravings; whump - manhandling, non-con touching (non-sexual), broken bones; vore - size difference, m/f, m/m, willing pred, semi-willing prey, unwilling prey, implied fatal, fatal mentions, digestion mentions

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Lux is absolutely ravenous the next morning. It doesn't help that he'd barely gotten any sleep. Not only had he not gotten home until after five in the morning, but his stomach's sharp, angry protests at being denied prey had kept waking him up.

He'd even raided his own kitchen and eaten anything he could find, which hadn't been much considering most of his "normal food" is reserved for the contracted prey he consumes at his house. It's not much, but he usually likes to have a little something to offer them in their last moments on the outside. Now he'll have to replenish his entire stash.

And it hadn't been just the hunger that kept him awake. It had been the dreams too. They were dreams that hadn't haunted Lux since he'd been a teenager, and now they've returned, full force.

By the time Lux makes it to work, he feels, frankly, like shit.

And, of course, he runs into Lenora only minutes after his arrival. Her forehead creases with intrigue when she sees him.

"You look like shit," she tells him.

"Thanks," Lux replies. He brushes by her and heads pointedly towards his first job of the day. If he can just make it through the end of his shift, if he can just make it to his next meal, everything will be okay.

"Prey not sit well with you?" Lenora presses, walking alongside him regardless.

"What?" A spark of panic sets off at the mention of prey.

"Last night," Lenora continues, "you had a disposal job, right?"

"Oh. Yes, I did." Lux does a few quick mental gymnastics. "She was certainly a fighter. Gave me a lot more trouble than she was worth, really."

"Mmm," Lenora murmurs, seemingly to herself.

Lux glances at her from the corner of his eye. "What's wrong?"

She shrugs. "Nothing. I was just wondering if this has anything to do with what you were up to before you left."

Lux lets out a laugh. "I already told you, Lenora. I wasn't up to anything. I just had a disposal job."

"Yes, the one you stole from Cecil."

Lux slows. "How did you know that?"

"He hasn't stopped complaining about it since his shift started."

Lux seethes internally. He might need to have a word with Cecil later about being respectful. Although, violence is usually the only language Cecil can truly understand. This is fortunate for Lux, however, as he very much would enjoy giving Cecil a swift fist to the face.

"Thank you for letting me know, Lenora," he tells her politely. "I'll speak with him about it. And thank you for your concern, but I really am fine. Now, I need to get to work. I'll talk with you later."

He can tell by her expression that Lenora isn't as done with the conversation as he is. But he doesn't allow her time to object as he opens the cell door and slips inside.

"Hello, Arnie," Lux says as soon as the door locks behind him.

The young prey man is huddled against the cell wall. He glances up at Lux with glassy eyes before dropping his gaze once more.

"I told you," he mutters to the floor, "I don't know anything more."

Lux crosses the room and comes to a crouch in front of the man. He reaches two fingers under the prey's chin and tilts his face upwards.

"I think you're underestimating yourself, Arnie," Lux tells him gently. "They wouldn't use you for a safe house if you hadn't already done something important to earn their trust."

Arnie purses his chapped lips. Lux's heart skips a beat. There's something familiar about the prey man that he hadn't noticed before, though he can't quite place what it is.

"You got that god-awful senator's daughter back," Arnie croaks, "isn't that enough?"

"It was our main goal, yes," Lux agrees. "But while I still have you, I'd like to ask a few more questions." He grabs the prey man by the shirt collar and hauls him so he sits upright, so his front is open and exposed to Lux.

"No, please," Arnie begs, though his protests have grown weak. His right hand curls up to his chest in an attempt to protect the broken bones of his wrist. Lux notes the infirmity with interest. He'd almost forgotten he'd done that the day before.

"Calm down, Arnie," he instructs. "If you do a good job answering my questions, I'll bring you some food later today. How does that sound?"

Arnie's mouth remains sealed shut and his eyes averted from Lux. It is no matter, however. Lux hadn't expected an answer.

"Why don't you tell me a little bit about what you did for Epomis before you started holding little girls hostage?"

That gets Arnie's attention. His eyes flash with anger before he quickly regains composure. "All I did was hold onto whatever the higher ups wanted me to," he says.

"Who were your higher ups?"

"I don't know."

Lux snatches up Arnie's broken wrist. Arnie lets out a gasp of pain.

"I swear to god," he snaps, voicing cracking. "They never fucking told me. I never asked. That's why they used me so much. I never fucking asked questions."

Lux doesn't release the man's wrist. He keeps it pinned to the wall above Arnie's head. But he doesn't tighten his grip any more either.

"Tell me what it was they had you hold on to."

Arnie hesitates. Lux's fingers twitch on his wrist, and the man lets out a quiet whimper.

"Whatever they wanted me to."

Lux's eyes narrow. "Go on."

"Sometimes uninteresting stuff like food or clothing. Sometimes a little more unusual things like computers or cars. Once they had me hold on to unmarked weapons for a full two months. Another time they even had me hide a group of prey." At Lux's look of intrigue, Arnie quickly adds, "They never told me their names and I barely saw them face to face. I don't even know what exactly they were hiding from. That was almost two years ago. I don't know what became of them."

"And no one ever noticed anything suspicious about all this?"

Arnie shakes his head. "My grandfather's old farm is completely abandoned and in the middle of nowhere. There was no one around to even notice anything suspicious."

Lux mulls this over for a minute. "And then they gave you the senator's daughter."

"Yes."

"And once more, you didn't question them."

Arnie opens his mouth to speak but then thinks better and snaps it shut again. Lux squeezes his wrist, hard. Arnie lets out a cry of pain that shoots a shiver down Lux's spine and reminds him of how hungry he is, of how he has a weakened and vulnerable prey right in front of him. Lux shoves that instinct as deep down inside himself as it will go. He can't let himself be distracted now. He has control.

"Yes!" Arnie's answer comes out as something between a shout and a sob. "They gave me a little pred girl, and they told me not to hurt her until they gave the order. I took her, and I didn't question it."

Lux's lip curls to hear Arnie admit so plainly to abetting a child's kidnapping. Slowly, he releases Arnie's wrist. The prey man tucks his shaking hand back to his chest, yet still he rambles on his pitiful confession.

"I— I wasn't even cruel to her," he mutters. "She didn't even try to run away. All she did was cry for her parents and ask for food. I was too afraid to give her much of anything. She... she wasn't even that much bigger than a prey child yet."

"Shut up." Lux doesn't mean to say the words, but they're spat from his lips. His hunger mixed with exhaustion is making him unusually irritable, and he doesn't need to know the grisly details of how Arnie locked a small girl in an abandoned barn for almost a week. This isn't helping his interrogation. It's just a reminder that not even pred children are safe from Epomis.

But still Arnie goes on.

"I didn't know who she was, I swear," he says. "I didn't learn she was the senator's daughter until after we'd been caught, until after the authorities stormed the farm. I didn't even know Epomis had been blackmailing the senator, that they'd been threatening his wife and child for almost year, until after I got here."

There's a harrowing silence where Lux grinds his teeth, hoping Arnie has finally finished, but once more he continues.

"I was thinking of quitting Epomis during all that, before I was caught, I mean. Knowing what I know now, I would definitely leave. I thought I was making a difference. I thought I was helping prey-kind, but instead I was on call to hurt a child. I... I was so blind. I honestly don't know what I would have done back then if they'd told me to harm her in any way."

Lux doesn't think. He simply acts. He grabs the prey man by the shirt and slams him into the wall.

"I said shut up!”

Arnie cries out, whether in shock, fear, pain, or a combination of all three, Lux doesn't know. Neither does he care. He leans in close, so his can feel Arnie's shaky breaths on his face.

"When I tell you to do something, you do it," Lux growls.

Arnie trembles in his grip. Fear scent pours off the prey in waves, and Lux's heart stutters as he breathes it in. The way that Arnie looks at him, the shimmering terror in his eyes, makes everything click into place. Lux knows now who Arnie reminds him of. It's the same prey that haunted his dreams and kept him awake all night. It's the same prey that Lux has craved since the beginning.

Lux's stomach flutters to life within his core. It's been so empty for so long, and now its desire grows nearly painful. And the solution is right in Lux's hands.

His fingers knot into Arnie's shirt, bringing him even closer. Lux's eyes go out of focus and he swallows reflexively.

"Wh— what are you doing?" Arnie whispers.

For one fleeting second, the pang in Lux's heart is stronger than the one in his stomach. The words dig in to him and drag him back down to reality. His fingers loosen. Arnie seizes his chance and shrinks as far back as he can. Still, Lux is unmoving.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs.

Arnie doesn't respond, which is just as well because Lux needs another moment to collect himself, to regain control.

When he finally does, he straightens and looks down on Arnie. The prey man is watching him with wide, hesitant eyes.

"I'll have someone bring you food later today," Lux informs him, voice strained. "I think you were right earlier. You don't know anything more."

He walks to the cell door, using all his concentration to keep himself together. He nearly walks out without another word before he catches himself and looks back at the prey man.

"And Arnie?" he says.

The prey man straightens ever so slightly.

"I'd prepare yourself. I imagine your stay here won't be lasting for very much longer."

Arnie's face pales, and Lux exits the cell without a backwards glance.

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Lux is frustrated with himself for the rest of his shift. He shouldn't have lost his temper during an interrogation. He shouldn't have lost control at all. He tries to keep his head clear but invasive thoughts on swallowing down Arnie keep worming their way back in. Except, no, it's not Arnie that Lux keeps picturing at all, but he tells himself it is because he doesn't want to face the reality of the truth.

On top of everything else, Lux is constantly making sure to avoid Lenora. He knows that she'll be able to tell how distracted and agitated he is. Not only that, but she'll be able to see through any lies he tries to feed her telling her otherwise.

Twice throughout the day, Lux passes Supervisor Bakula and twice Lux is almost certain he's about to be pulled aside and asked why he left with live prey the night before. But each time he's safe.

Eric Kline is working the exit again when Lux leaves for the night. His normally friendly demeanor turns cold when he spots Lux. There are no pleasantries. Just an impersonal wave through the scanner. Lux tries to convey with a single look how grateful he is that Kline kept quiet, but the guard refuses to meet his eyes. Lux hopes this tension between them isn't permanent.

It's not until Lux is driving back home that he can finally relax. He's made it through the day, and now there's a pre-ordered contracted prey girl waiting for him at home. His hunger will be over. He can get a good night's rest. He can put everything that happened the night before behind him.

The prey girl is waiting on the couch in the living room when Lux gets home. She casts him an unamused glance when he enters.

"Hello," Lux says as he peels off his Facility uniform jacket, "I hope you weren't waiting long."

"As long as could be expected," she replies.

Lux looks her over curiously, not sure what to make of her. At least, he thinks, she doesn't seem terrified of him.

He had once walked into his house and the contracted prey waiting for him had immediately burst into tears upon seeing him. He'd had to talk with her for nearly two hours, gently reassuring and coaxing her into at least letting him sit next to her on the couch. Then it was another half hour of convincing her to simply let him touch her.

She'd ended up panicking as soon as Lux started consuming her, but by then, there hadn't been much else to do except finish the job. Besides, Lux had consumed plenty of unwilling prey at work. He could handle it.

She had worn herself out quickly once inside him. Then her struggles had faded into heaving sobs. That meal had sat unusually heavy in Lux's gut and starting digestion felt especially bittersweet.

He's glad his prey tonight isn't like that. He doesn't think he has the patience. His stomach already feels like it's ready to tear itself in two.

"Can I get you something to eat or drink?" he asks the prey girl as he approaches, forgetting for a moment he'd emptied his kitchen the night before.

"I'd rather not waste time on empty formalities," she replies, pointedly avoiding eye contact with him.

"Just being polite," Lux assures her as he sits next to her on the couch. "Is there really nothing you'd like?"

He sees a muscle twitch in the girl's jaw. "Just to get this over with," she murmurs.

Without a word, Lux reaches up to her chin and turns her face to look at him. There's a defiant flash in her grey eyes that catches his attention, and Lux is suddenly and vividly reminded that it had only been 24 hours ago that Camille had been sliding down his throat, that Camille had been curled up tight and filling out his stomach.

"What is it?" the prey girl asks when Lux stares just a little too long and a little too intently.

"Nothing," he answers. "It's just you remind me of someone I know."

The girl lets out a humorless laugh. "Do you say that to all you food?"

Lux frowns. "No." Then he straightens and slides his hand to the back of her head. "Are you ready then?"

The corners of her mouth twitch downwards. "Go on."

Lux tightens his grip on her and pulls her in.

It feels so good to consume again, to feel full again, that Lux nearly cries with relief.

He never asks for his contracted prey's names. He can't. He doesn't want them burned into his memory. He doesn't want to think about all the names he's made disappear. It's better if he can simply forget (not that he ever does).

But tonight there's one name that keeps running through his mind. There's one bruised and beaten face that Lux sees whenever he closes his eyes. It's a strange and new longing that feels almost like a distraction from what he knows he actually wants. But it's enough.

Lux stays on the couch after his meal, curled up protectively around his belly. There's a warmth pulsing through him and it lulls him to sleep. Finally, he gets to rest.

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Lux feels awake and refreshed by the time he shows up for work the next day, and the first thing he does is put in a request to Bakula for Arnie's disposal.

It is granted, of course.

Arnie breaks down as soon he gets the news. Lux keeps his face unreadable, but internally he is elated. This is what he's been waiting for. Or, at least, he convinces himself it's the closest he'll get to what he's truly been waiting for.

It's easy, once his head is past Lux's lips, to replace Arnie's face with another's. It's easy for Lux to convince himself that the prey he swallows goes by a different name, has another history. It's easy to pretend the struggling in his gut belongs to someone else entirely.

Lux doesn't intend to, but each prey in the weeks after that become the same. He gives them a different name, a different face. It doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman. He has a name and face prepared for each of them.

Benji. Camille.

He tells himself that this is temporary, and maybe it is. Maybe the strength of his desire will wane like it did last time. But he does nothing to stop himself otherwise. He knows he'll (hopefully) never see either of them again. That this is the closest he'll ever be to them again. It's how close he's always wanted to be with them.

And he relishes every moment of it.

Next part

[notmyprey]

Ok, kinda sad idea but has a happy ish? ending (not sad in the fatal kinda way, just emotional lol)

So, 2 ppl are living together. Can be relationship or not. But, one is abt 4× the hight of the smaller one.

The taller person, as far as the smaller person knows, is just a bit strange. They still care for them, just some things they do weird them out. They constantly see the taller person staring at them and sometimes licking their lips. Its strange, but they brush it off.

One day, the taller person finally snaps, and decides to tell the smol person what's been going on. They say that they have been feeling the urge to eat the smaller person, but they dont cause they know they would hurt them and they wouldn't be able to live with themself if they did.

Of course, the smaller person now feels bad for the pred, so they start to think of things they could do to help.

Soon, the smaller person starts doing a few things to help the pred feel less hungry.

- they sit on top of the preds stomach under the preds shirt.

- they let the pred keep the preys hand in the preds mouth for a bit.

- they overall just stay closer to the pred cause the pred says it helps.

This continues for a long time, at least 5-6 months or more. The prey starts to get attached to the pred now, too. They secretly wish that the pred could eat them, but dont tell the pred since they know it would just make them feel bad.

One day, the pred comes home as happy as all can be. The prey asks why they are in such a good mood, and the pred responds that they have found a prey that wouldn't get hurt if they ate them. They continue, saying that the new prey is going to come over tomorrow for them to eat.

This is absolutely devastating to the prey, but they try to keep a smile on their face.

Tomorrow comes, and the prey has to watch as their pred eats someone else. The pred does nothing but talk about how wonderful this new prey is and how they are so happy to have met them.

The original prey can't help but go to their room and cry, feeling absolutely worthless, like the whole time they spent caring for the pred was not appropriated. They hate how easily they were replaced and want to do nothing but be in the new prey's place.

Now from here there are 2 separate endings, the second one has reform in it though, so I will put that under a cut.

Ending 1:

The pred, still full of the new prey, finds the old prey crying in their room. The pred comforts them and asks whats wrong, hugging them and trying to bring them closer. The old prey wants none of it, shoving themselves away. They cry as they tell the pred to leave and to enjoy their better replacement.

The pred didn't expect that. In their mind, the old prey was happy with what they were doing and didn't want anything more. They now realize, though, that the old prey did want more than what they had been doing for months.

The pred gets up out of the room and quickly throws up the new prey. They tell the new prey thank you, but they have something to do thats important and that they need to leave. After that, the pred goes back into the old prey's room. The prey is still crying. The pred once again pulls them into a hug, but this time lifts their shirt and places them where they normally go to help the pred.

The pred and prey sit like this for a while before the prey slowly calms down. The pred picks them up, holding the prey close still, and goes to the preds bed to fall asleep.

Ending 2:

(Tw: digestion with reform + a bit of suicidal thoughts in reference to wanting to be eaten and digested)

The old prey hides in their room for the rest of the night, even after the new prey leaves. The old prey can't be replaced, they desperately think to themself. They would rather die than be replaced. They find the pred, who does happen to be a deep sleeper, asleep. They force the way into the preds mouth and down their throat.

The prey nearly cries from joy when they reach the preds stomach. They let the stomach do what it wants, sinking into the plush folds. That's where the prey stayed, slowly melting away.

That was until they woke up in their bed the next morning.

Disappointed, thinking that was a dream, they go through their day, waiting for it to be night again. They continue to avoid the pred, still heartbroken from the betrayal. The pred tried to talk to them, but they were having none of it.

Finally, night came, and once again, the prey snucking to the preds room to get eaten. They slowly digest and can't be happier.

Morning comes again for the prey, with them again waking up in their bed. Now, they realize something is up.

For a week, the prey continues this pattern. Waiting for night, getting eaten by the pred, and waking up the next morning to do it again.

One night, they prey sneaks into the preds room again. But, when the prey shoves their head in the preds mouth, the pred wakes up. The pred pulls the prey away from them, not only shocked by them being in their mouth, but also that the prey is so close to them, even though they've been avoiding the pred all week.

The prey breaks down crying, and the pred brings the prey to their chest, hushing them and saying kind words. The prey reaches up to the preds mouth with their hand, pleading eyes fixated on their destination.

The pred shakes their head, saying they dont want to hurt them. The prey, without thinking, tells the pred its alright and that they will just reform by morning.

This shocks the pred, and they ask what the prey means by that. The prey sheepishly admits to sneaking in to be eaten by the pred each night. The pred has a look of horror as they realize what the prey had been doing. The pred holds the prey closer, crying, whispering that they are so sorry, over and over and over again.