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teal-fiend · 2 years ago

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shy pred 5 (finale)

content: soft vore, fatal vore, digestion, pred POV, observer POV (alternates), unwilling prey

~2.5k words

summary: They settle their differences and celebrate (vague)

“Why haven’t you eaten me yet?” They asked

A didn’t know if they’d get an honest answer. Really, B could say whatever they wanted; how was A supposed to know the difference? A thought they could feel B tense up beside them

“I don’t want to eat you,” B said simply.

“Why not?”

“I don’t know,”

“Am I not tasty?” A asked facetiously, “do I smell bad?”

B frowned, and answered with a question, “Do you want me to eat you?”

A hesitated. This was a dangerous question. They had to be careful how they answered this. Because if they were quick to answer no, B might realise that they were terrified. And that might be appealing to them. But they knew they should be honest.

“No, I don’t want you to eat me.” A said, calmly as they were able

“Then we agree.”

“But why?” A pressed,

B sighed quietly, thinking, “I like not having to plan how I’m supposed to hunt,” they said.

“You’re just lazy?

“Maybe,” B said, “but also,” They breathed, “I like the attention I think.” A raised an eyebrow, “what do you mean?” B turned away, “I don’t know, nevermind.” “You like when I bring you prey, though?” “Yeah,” B said

A was satisfied with the conversation. They genuinely didn’t think B planned on eating them. Really, this was the best case scenario; they had immunity now. As long as they didn’t run into any other preds; as long as they stayed with B, they would be safe. A suspected there was a way that predators could sense each other, based on interactions that they’d seen B have. Unfortunately, prey didn’t seem to have this ability. Well, what can you do. Maybe, hopefully, B’s pred energy had rubbed off on them. Because A had interactions with people that they’d never had before this. It was like they saw something in A that wasn’t there. But even before they met B, A had been mistaken for a pred. They fit the stereotype perfectly, the only divergence being that they couldn’t actually consume prey. But B could. They were basically the missing piece in A’s puzzle. And on top of that, they had all but promised not to eat them. To celebrate, A had an idea. They planned it for the following evening. When B asked, they said it was a surprise.

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B was more nervous than excited when A said they had a surprise for them. What does that even mean, a surprise. Tonight, just be in the apartment tonight That was the plan. Not that B really went out at night anyway; they liked to sleep. And now that A told them who to eat, they didn’t need to hunt at night anymore.

It turns out the surprise wasn’t that interesting anyway. B had taken a shower, and gotten ready for bed. A had gone out and brought home a prey.

Surprise B was actually flattered because this was the first time that A had actually specifically brought prey to them (at least on purpose. Accidents happen, B was trying to move past it). They were just relieved that it wasn’t a bad surprise, even though A could have just told them what was happening.

“Okay, whenever you’re ready,” A said. The prey stood between them, Frozen in place out of fear. B hesitated. They didn’t like to be watched while they were eating. Afterwards, sure, but during the act… it made them feel subconscious. B relayed this to A, and to their surprise, A agreed. “Sure, I’ll come in when you’re done.” Their mouth watered at the sight, and at the scent of the prey. B hadn’t eaten any substitute foods in between their last prey, so their stomach was clenched and aching with hunger. They put a hand on their middle and felt it rumble. Then they looked up at the prey who didn’t look happy but it didn’t matter to B. They were alone now. It was just Them and their food, and A on the other side of the door.

B took the prey’s head into their mouth. Their mouth watered as they tasted the warm skin, salty with sweat. The hair itched at the back of their throat, so they swallowed again and pushed the prey’s head into their throat. B already felt the satisfaction of a full meal even though their stomach was still painfully empty. They relished the stretched feeling in their throat and chest as their prey slipped further down, and shivering when prey started to spill into their hungry stomach. Once they were about halfway through swallowing, they seemed to get a bit stuck. Even when they gulped down hard, the prey only moved down slightly, and their legs were kicking wildly outside, making it impossible to swallow them down. B’s eyes flashed to the locked door, and for a second they regretted leaving A out, because they might have been able to help them get their prey down. But then there was a lull in the prey’s struggles, and B used that opportunity to open their mouth wider, and take them in, to their knees, and from there the meal slid down easily to their stomach.

B was exhausted by the time they were finished, but unfortunately their prey still had a lot of kick in them. That lull in their struggling didn’t mark the end, because the prey was now writhing more than ever, desperate to escape the predator’s stomach before they got digested.

B managed to hobble to the door, holding onto their stomach in a futile attempt to keep it still. They unlocked the door and sat back down on the bed. — There was something A liked about leaving the room with B and the prey inside, and coming back a few minutes later to see B alone on the bed with a full stomach. It added an air of mystery and intrigue - even though they’d seen B consuming prey several times before, they didn’t get to see what they did to this one. And they would never know.

B was sitting on the bed looking more tired than usual, and their stomach was swollen and bumpy, like it usually was after they ate. Their hair was dishevelled and their eyes half lidded and bleary. They looked a bit like a wet rat A grinned. They were so ready for what came next

A rubbed on their belly as the prey fought inside their stomach, thrashing, causing B’s stomach to gurgle in response, and for B to let out a whine of discomfort.

“Come on, digest them,”

“I’m trying,” B hissed, “It takes time.”

A pressed down on B’s writhing middle, trying to smooth out the roughness of it… which was impossible

“You’re upsetting my stomach,”

“I think your stomach can handle it” If it can handle a prey fighting for their life inside of it, “you’re tougher than you look.” But A let off, like B wanted

A removed their hands and sat back, watching B lying on their back, their belly shifting and moving with the prey inside, groaning as it trying to digest a prey that wouldn’t stay still

B’s face was scrunched up in annoyance, looking down at their unruly prey

“Is there anything I can do to help it settle down?” A asked

B breathed heavily, “it just takes time, usually they aren’t so wriggly.”

A thought for a second, “maybe I’ll go get some coffee,”

“… That might help,”

“I’ll also give you some time to relax,” A said, “I think you need a break - from me, just for a few minutes,”

“Okay,”

A took their coat and left the apartment, leaving B

It was almost midnight, but the gas station was open all night, though the cafe was closed. A bought a frozen coffee from the drinks aisle. When they got back to the apartment; back to B’s room, A set the coffee on the bedside table.

A removed the covers hiding B’s belly Their stomach was still and gurgling richly. A ran their hands over the warm, overworked stomach For a prey that was so hyper, it was now very quiet. And B could finally relax into their meal.

“How does it feel”

“My prey is a lot more manageable now.”

“Your prey?”

B blushed

“You think they belong to you?” A said,

A placed their hands on B’s stomach,

“Don't be shy”

B reached out and gently cupped the back of A’s head - and pressed A’s head to their stomach, so that their ear was squished up against their soft and warm belly flesh. They could hear the gurgling and bubbling right underneath B’s skin, they could even hear a faint and quick heartbeat. They could hear B breathe through their lungs, and they could hear the contents of their stomach shifting with each breath. It sounded so close, They realised this is what it would sound like to be inside B’s stomach That thought made them pull back for a moment. A forced themself to relax, and so rested their chin on B’s middle, feeling it rumble underneath. A had to remember that they weren’t inside B’s stomach, and that they wouldn’t even be inside B’s stomach. They closed their eyes and relaxed for a moment, before sitting up, and continuing to massage B’s abdomen

it looked so innocent from here. so round, soft and gentle looking. but really, it was the most dangerous thing a prey could be faced with. a predator’s stomach. A never imagined they’d get close enough to a pred to be able to touch their belly. they never thought that they would want to, but now they did. They liked how it felt, on a physical level. It was warm and big and it made funny noises - but they also were obsessed with what it represented. Which was the power, at its most rudimentary, it’s most primal; it was the power that a predator has over their prey. And what made it even better was that it was just B. The awkward, shy, unassertive B The reality was, a predator wasn’t a bully, or a terrifying monster or a cocky asshole. It was just B, naturally, instinctually, it was who they were, without any of the paratext or the substitutions. It wasn’t miraculous or impressive, and it wasn’t even that scary. It was just B here on their bed, none of the bravado or intimidation but all the same in the process of digesting their prey, just like predators have been doing since the beginning of life itself. Maybe in simpler terms,even against the perfect hegemonic ideal of what a pred should look like, B could achieve the exact same result. and A was witnessing the result, as close as only a few prey had ever gotten. They felt a spike of anxiety again when they realised what kind of danger they were in

It was full though, the stomach. It was very obviously full, which also meant that it was safe. it would be a different story if it were empty. A wondered if they would try rubbing B's belly when they were hungry. Surely that wouldn't be a good idea. But the idea was enticing - playing with fire, everyone liked to play with fire. It's exhilarating, and the risk is what made it fun. maybe if they fed B directly afterwards, it wouldn’t be so risky.

— B noticed that A was a bit antsy as they messed around with their stomach. B supposed that was because it was the first time they’d actually seen B up close after they’d eaten. They had seen B eat before, but often it was in a public space, and it was always from afar. A’s anxiousness made more sense when B remembered that they were prey. Watching one of their own kind get digested up close and in detail must be pretty scary. Even though it was A’s idea. B didn’t really see A as prey. They supposed they saw them as a predator. Or they didn’t think about it at all. Because A didn’t seem like prey, even if they were. They didn’t trigger hunger from B when they were around, although B was usually adequately fed when they were together. B could tell that A wasn’t a predator though. But still, they weren’t appetising to B in the way that many other prey were. Maybe A was right, they just weren’t tasty But B had never tasted a before… they didn’t want to either. They liked A, so they didn’t want to try to actively work up an appetite for them. And besides, they had a personal rule not to eat anyone they interacted with daily; it made things too complicated otherwise.

Furthermore, and most importantly (at least most importantly for B at the moment), they were really enjoying the belly rub. If B just did it themself, they'd have to stop because they'd get too tired. But now B could lie back against the pillow and enjoy as A pressed down on their stomach, smoothing it out, giving it attention.

They thought about how A might feel, giving a pred a belly rub. It made sense for a pred to do it for another pred, because it was also almost like they were on the same team. b wondered if A felt like they were betraying their own kind, by helping B digest one of their fellow prey. But then, they had been sacrificing prey basically since the beginning of their relationship, and A hadn’t shown any remorse for it.

The other thing was that preds knew what it felt like. A did not know what this felt like, and B didn't want to tell them, mostly because they were afraid they would be made fun of. But it genuinely was one of the best feelings in the world. Consuming and digesting prey was the highlight of B's life, and the massage during the process just added to it.

It was blissful, there was no other way to describe it. Their entire body was relaxed from the meal, and all of their energy was going to their stomach, so the rest of B felt very passive and unimportant. Their brain didn't have many thoughts except for the prey in their stomach and A's hands working to help it digest

It was a team effort. And B was content with that. Eventually A pulled the covers up over B and told them “goodnight” before turning the lights off. They could feel A’s eyes on them for a moment as they drifted off into sleep.

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