This is a bit of a oneshot of The Beast in Slay The Princess, written from the point of view of the princess! I'm thinking I might write this again in the point of view of the player, I'll consider it if this gets attention! Not true to what happens in game.
TW FOR:
fatal vore
same size vore
unwilling prey
Fic Below!
You've been stalking the little bird ever since he entered the "basement." If this is even a basement anymore. Foliage litter the walls, and deep soil sink beneath your paws where brick once was. The leaves create the perfect cover for you, watching as the bird turns here and there. He can't see you. He can barely hear you. So you pounce.
He's lucky, he manages to barely dodge, but your claws drag across his arm. The fresh scent of blood fills your lungs, and you only grow hungrier. The point of this was to swallow him whole, and leave the cabin with him inside of you. You need him alive and with you to leave. But at this point… all you feel is hunger. You need him in your body. Your movements become slightly more calculated, but also leagues more eager. Rushed. The speed catches him off guard, he thought you'd be growing tired.
The steel claw in his hand glints in the moonlight that shines through the pathetic little window at the top of the basement. Does he really think he can harm you with that? Adorable.
You pounce again. And again. And again. Every time, he gets a little more scratched up, even a bite here and there. Every time, he grows slower. You try not to do too much damage, you don't want him to bleed out. You want to feel him squirm, you want him lively as he rests in the pit of your stomach and his demise.
Finally, finally, you're able to land on him. You feel his collar bone break beneath your paws when you slam him to the ground, pinning him to the dirt. His wings shake under both of your combined weights, and he arches his back off the ground in anguish as he lets out a half squawk, half scream. The little bird kicks his legs out, trying to push you off him, but you're far too heavy, and he's far too weak. You can only laugh.
You open your maw, already drooling at the thought of his taste, of his feathers scraping the insides of your throat and stomach. Of the fight. You grab him by the hips and begin to shove him down your throat, painfully slow. First, his hands, as he desperately tried to push your face away, you only took them into your throat. You feel a bit of relief that he dropped the pathetic blade when you tackled him. His talons scratch and dig into your flesh and fur, trying to push you away, but you only continue to swallow. You go with the grain of the feathers, feeling them slick down with your saliva. He thrashes, but you only clench your hands around him and threaten to bite him off right now, leaving him without anything below the hips.
Within seconds, he's sliding down your throat and into your stomach. The newly added weight causes you to stumble, your breath hitching. He's spreading his wings, trying to stop the descent, but fuck, it only makes your head spin in the best way. Your eyes roll back, the drag feeling so delicious. Feeling him squirm down your throat until you feel his body settle in your stomach.
He isn't a small creature by any means. He could easily reach around 10 feet tall if he wasn't hunched over all the time, but since he's last seen you… you've grown too. You're both around the same size, and that only makes the stretch of your organs all that more wonderful. You hear him plea, “Let me out!” And “I was only doing what I was told!” But they fall on deaf ears. All you can think about is how good it feels to be so undeniably full.
You almost forgot your objective, the whole reason for doing this in the first place. As much as you want to lay there, you pull yourself forward, marching to the door. He jostles in your stomach beautifully, your paws digging into the ground with the added effort. Once you reach the door, you go to open it and… nothing happens. You try once more, forceful this time, and still, nothing happens. A wave of frustration crashes over you but at the same time… relief. You had some time to savor this moment, savor the feeling of his body inside yours. If you can't escape, all you can do at this point is lay down as he's digested. You can't help but grin.
You don't even bother going back to your area, you only slowly lay down and grind your full stomach into the floor, feeling the contours of his body press against yours. You can hear a muffled whine and whimper, and then you jolt. You become breathless, feeling his wings slowly spread inside of you, hoping to cause you pain or discomfort. It worked, but not in the way he'd hoped. You wince, claws digging into the soil beneath you, and you growl. You grind your stomach harder into the dirt and hear another whine, feeling the pressure let up.
Good… You know this won't end until you leave the cabin… or until he dies. And it will be a bit before he's gone. Nothing but a mush of feathers and bone inside your stomach. Your hips can't help but continue their slow grind into the floor, your stomach churning and massaging around the creature inside you, acids already beginning their deliciously slow work. He still kicks and spreads his wings every now and then, but he's getting weaker. He's giving up. He's realizing there's no hope for him, and that his inevitable fate of becoming nothing but nutrition for you is slowly approaching.
Your stomach growls and rumbles, and you begin to hear slow sloshing become louder as more acid pools inside of you. A slow whimper comes from within your stomach, pulling a sigh from your throat. You close your eyes, feeling yourself begin to get drowsy from the full belly. You can feel him slowly stop moving, and you aren't sure if that's because he lost consciousness from lack of oxygen or being melted down, or fell asleep.
Though, around 20 minutes later, you know he's gone when you burp out a single, half melted talon. Before you know it, the loop begins again.