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Story Summary: ~ Felix Feuerbach is a predator and Benji Marotta is a prey. Unfortunately, as children, neither of them really understand what that means. As they and their friendship grow, so too does a strange and terrifying instinct within Felix. Can their friendship survive this change? Can Benji? One thing that's for certain is that neither of them could have guessed how many dark corners and twisted tests this friendship would put the both of them through. ~
Heart Pangs uses vore as a plot device to build and explore a world where predators and prey currently live in harmony. However, years of preds treating prey as little more than food, have left an imbalance both social and economical between the two groups. While some groups struggle to find true equality, others fight to maintain the status quo. Preds scramble to find ways of fulfilling their cravings, while prey just want to survive.
Story content warning: while vore is not treated specifically as a kink within this story, it is treated as being linked closely to maturity and sexuality; fatal vore is often mentioned and/or implied but digestion is never directly described; there are, however, some instances of safe and consensual vore; there are many instances of unwilling prey and a few instances of unwilling or semi-willing preds; two chapters feature adult content, although explicit sexual language is never really used
Chapter content: some wee babs who know nothing; non-vore
Wordcount: 1,051
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Felix Feuerbach and Benji Marotta are in kindergarten when they meet. It’s near the end of the school year when Felix notices Benji alone in the schoolyard and asks him if he wants to play.
Benji looks at him in surprise.
Felix is a pred, and at their age, that doesn’t mean much— just that Felix is an inch or two taller than Benji. But Benji knows that, one day, Felix will grow to be quite a bit taller than him— more like two or three feet taller. In fact, that’s the only thing Benji knows of the differences between preds and prey because the world is still a safe place to him.
Even so, despite still being young and the same size and sharing a classroom together, preds and prey mostly stick to their own kind.
Except for, apparently, Felix Feuerbach.
“You mean it?” Benji questions doubtfully. “Yeah, why not?” Felix says with a shrug. “You look lonely over here by yourself.”
There is something cool and friendly about Felix that makes Benji want to say yes to him. And there is something intriguing and soft spoken abut Benji that makes Felix want to know more about him.
By the time summer break begins, Benji is asking his parents if his new best friend Felix can come over to play. This is the first time they’ve heard of Benji having any sort of friend so excitedly they say yes.
Benji’s mom’s face pales when Felix’s mother walks him over the next day, a towering figure on her doorstep. Mrs. Marotta wraps her arms protectively tight around little baby Stephanie, the youngest of her four children.
“You must be Benji’s mom,” Mrs. Feuerbach says with a sparkling grin when they lay eyes on each other. “I’ve heard so much about Benji. Felix has really grown a liking for him.”
Something about the way Felix’s mother says the words puts Mrs. Marotta on edge. Like Benji is only a plaything to Felix. Benji’s mom is about to tell Mrs. Feuerbach to go back home, about to slam the door in her face, but then Benji is rushing out and throwing himself at Felix.
The two tumble over each other in a messy embrace.
“You’re here!” Benji says excitedly to his new friend.
Felix puts a steadying hand on top of Benji’s head. “Yeah, I walked all this way too!”
Benji’s mom watches the interaction with a careful expression. Felix does seem to genuinely view Benji as a friend. And at this age, there is no danger from him to any of her children. She doubts that they’ll remain friends long enough for them to grow older and have that change.
So she plasters on a smile, shifts baby Stephanie to her other hip, and says, “Yes, Benji hasn’t stopped talking about Felix either. Why don’t you leave him here for a few hours? I can watch out for him.”
Mrs. Feuerbach’s smile is unflinching. “That would be so lovely of you. I’ll be back to pick him up before dinner.”
She says her goodbyes to her son and Mrs. Marotta is able to let out a sigh of relief when she’s finally gone.
“Brandon,” Mrs. Marotta calls to her oldest son, “can you go out there with Benji and make sure he’s playing nice with his new friend?”
Brandon is three years older than Benji. He too thinks size is the only difference between preds and prey, but he’s older and more observant than his little brother. In two more years he’ll be old enough for middle school, the point at which prey and preds are sent to separate schools and they first learn the real difference between the two of them.
And Brandon is smart. He picks up on things that most of his other classmates don’t. He already has an inkling that there’s something darker than just the size difference between he and his classmates.
He also picks up that there’s something more to his mother’s request for him to babysit his brother and new friend. So begrudgingly, but without argument, he agrees and joins the two of them in the yard.
And then there’s Camille. Not much more than a baby but old enough to see when her two older brothers are having fun without her. She cries until her mother lets her out too, telling her brothers to, “play nice.”
Benji and Brandon groan at the sight of Camille stumbling towards them.
Felix brightens. “She’s so cute!”
He kneels down and Camille runs to him, interested in the friendly new stranger. He immediately scoops her up. Camille laughs with excitement.
“This is so cool!” Felix says after tossing her up and getting her to laugh for a minute straight. After he exhausts her, he lets her sit on his back. “You guys get to live with each other and play whenever you want. You’re so lucky. I wish I could have that.”
“You don’t have any siblings?” Brandon asks.
Felix shakes his head. “No, it’s just me.”
“You’re the lucky one,” Benji says. “You don’t have to put up with her.” He jabs a finger at Camille.
Felix blinks. “But she’s so sweet.”
Brandon laughs. “Just wait til she gets used to you. She’s the bossiest toddler I know.”
Felix ends up staying until evening time when his mother comes back to pick up him up. He doesn’t stop babbling to her about everything they did.
“It sounds like these new friends of yours really know how to show you a good time,” his mother says. Then she gives Benji’s mom a gleaming smile. “Felix loves your children. They’re clearly very entertaining for him. Perhaps he can come by again some time?”
Again, something about her phrasing makes Mrs. Marotta uncomfortable and she wants to deny the proposition. But there’s also something about the woman looming before her, dressed in nicer clothes than she’s ever owned, flashing a dazzlingly straight and white smile, that makes Mrs. Marotta thinks she doesn’t get told “no” a lot, that it would be a bad idea to try to start now. So instead she smiles and says, “Sure, it was a pleasure having him over.”
Felix’s mother seems amused by this but accepts the compliment and leaves with her son in tow.
"i know you're still in there somewhere!" i mean yeah of course she is. i can hear her in my head and she's actually very much enjoying me possessing her. in fact our arrangement is quite arousing to her
man whats a guy gotta do to pull someone out into a backroom or dark alley behind a building late at night and then gulp them down before leaning against a wall feeling up his gut and letting out a long stream of belches as his newest meal thrashes and squirms in agony in an attempt to escape their new fleshy prison as they start to soften up and digest in his stomach
inexperienced pred getting overwhelmed and flustered by the digestion of their own stomach… just thinking about their prey melting down within them, pushing back weakly against their stomach walls is enough to make them fidget in place. cant rest thinking about how hot it is having someone entirely inside them.
Feeling the weight of their stomach pressing into their lap, constantly reminding them of this new thing theyve done. how much it grabs their attention and makes them sigh because of how good it feels to be so very full. conscientious of how that weight shifts around and rests differently as the prey inside moves and is broken down into smaller, softer shapes.
the prey moving around and causing little thrills of pleasure every time they press against the pred’s stomach lining. making the pred restless and desperate to feel more, up until the moment the prey isn’t solid enough to squirm. held together only by the same pressure thats breaking them down.
a shiver runs down their spine as they feel a gurgle, announcing the process of liquid being pushed down into their intestines. someone who used to be a person getting processed into them, worked deeper into their layers… somebody who trusted them and wanted to be made into them like this…?
have a friend rub their belly, touch the tender skin as it busies itself with breaking down the rest of its meal. squirm a little under the attention as their belly is grabbed and admired for its work. feel oh so very loved being full of good food that wanted to be digested.
Endo prey spending the day in their pred friend's warm stomach, but said friend still needs sustenance so they're occasionally met with other, more expendable prey and help them through the digestion process
"Hey, hey! Shhh, shhh... it's okay, it'll all be over soon, just- here, squeeze my hand real tight, I promise it'll be fine. There, now just close your eyes... See? It's not so bad."
Someone told me bearded dragons purr when content or gently handled. And while it’s not exactly true, it’s now my headcanon for dragonborns. That’s all I’ve got in my defence. 🌝
Been absolutely loving the idea of unwilling prey AND an unwilling pred. Just.
A man groaning and panting as he's strapped down to a table and TRYING to squirm and thrash but he can't escape the discomfort in his middle as some poor morsel squirms inside. He can't even help them either, thanks to the metal collar around his neck
He tries to ask them to stop. He's not any happier about this either. There's some group of plucky scientists watching them and taking notes, and really, it'd suck to give them what they wanted, so really, the prey ought to settle down and stop giving him SUCH a terrible bellyache. No, no, worse than a bellyache. His entire body hurts. He wasn't made for this, and yet, he's still forced to endure long hours of a filled out, gurgling belly.
"I mean I'm not into this but the way you talk about it makes it seem hot" - someone who is about to develop a very weird fetish by being in contact with me
