Oh my god, lady, I'm not going to eat your stupid fucking kid.
It's bad enough that I can barely make rent because I have to spend all my money on food and I still feel like I'm dying. Now I have to have this stupid fucking "safety vest" crushing me to go outside so you herbivores can feel safe. Just because I'm a monster you think I'm some kind of psycho who's going to swallow people in broad daylight.
How many people die in car accidents every year? School shootings? Herbivores kill each other all the time and you ignore it, but if one man-eater swallows someone then there's a "monster problem."
Monsters in the world of Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy hide their conditions from ordinary humans, but here I'm imagining an alternate scenario where monsters are integrated into society. The vest prevents man-eaters from swallowing prey, but doesn't seem to make anyone feel safer. The kid doesn't seem to care, though.
I haven't seen any man-eater art and I've only heard of one being played. That might be because it's the haha funny vore monster from the fanservice expansion, or that they don't have fangs or scales and look like an ordinary human when they're not eating anyone, but I think that man-eaters should be taken as seriously as any other monster.
Poll: Has anyone used anything from Eureka: The Fanservice Files in a Eureka game yet?
To qualify you have to have actually played or game mastered at least one session with an investigator that has one of the Traits or abilities from The Fanservice Files and had something from that Trait or ability be used or become mechanically relevant somehow. It doesn't necessarily have to have been your own investigator. (Yeah I know that is going to skew the numbers but I'm not looking for exact numbers here I'm looking for feedback and what happened in-session with these things.) If yes, elaborate in the tags, reblogs, or comments.
Have you?
No.
Yes, the Well Endowed Trait.
Yes, the Anime Catgirl Trait.
Yes, the Man-eater Trait.
Yes, a fairy, mage, witch, or changeling with the Devour Mage Power
Yes, a fairy, mage, witch, or changeling with the Aqua Regia Mage Power.
Yes, a fairy, mage, or witch with both the Devour and Aqua Regia Mage Powers.
Multiple of the Above (explain in tags or comments or reblogs)
(Summary): My name is Capucine, and I am a man-eating witch. My place was never amongst the humans who held nothing but disdain for me. One night I escaped the village I had always known, in the arms of the ogre who killed my husband. Saving me from the violent man who had tortured me all my life. In order to thank the gentle giant, I tasked myself with cooking for him. Stew the cadaver of the man who had threatened my life.
Warning: Smut, beheading, consumption of human flesh, dreams about sexual assault
Contains: Witch X ogre, 1st person POV, Cis female MC & Cis male love interest, a newly self-affirmed witch and a doting ogre in an old-school fairytale setting.
Read part 1, part 2
Word count part 3: 2516
I must have been cooking all day. I wasn’t tired. I felt refreshed with my newfound freedom from humankind. Kelemen woke up in a full-body yawn rolling out of bed.
“Good smell.” He crouched next to me.
I was standing on a thick log to stir. It made our eye line match. He had beautiful big muddy green eyes with specks of gold.
“My arms hurt. I’m not used to stirring this big a pot.” I complained to see what he would reply.
“Kelemen help.” He relieved me of the ladle.
“I.” I sat on my log. “You don’t have to say your name you can say I.”
“I help.” He stirred with a grin.
He was hunched, trying to make himself seem smaller.
“Kelemen?”
“Yes? I.”
“Why do you eat people?”
“Meat is meat.”
“Do you know why witches eat people?”
“Father say human meat give witches power. Uncle wife is witch. Sarah cook human good.”
“Is it true it could give me power?”
“Maybe. Need ask Sarah.”
“I think it’s ready.” I wondered how far his home was. If I could meet this Sarah, I could learn from her. Why had he left his family?
“I taste.” He sipped straight from the ladle. “Good.” One more sip. “Very good.” He chuckled and ruffled my hair.
It should have been twisted, but I was proud. I couldn’t hide my smile either. I was used to insults. Praises had always been sparse.
He gave me back the ladle, strode to the stream and washed his hands and arms, getting rid of the dried blood best he could.
“Kelemen, do you have any bowls?” I forgot to look for them. He rummaged in a travelling basket near his bed and pulled out two bear skulls. He handed me one as he sat on a log next to me. “Kelemen, do you have any spoons?” He handed me a spoon as big as my forearm.
“Ka-piu-sain want water?” He handed me the gourd that was as big as my torso.
“Yes, thank you.” I tried to drink from it and struggled. He helped me hold it up.
I felt ridiculous eating at first. Then, slowly, it all became my size. As I drank the rest of the broth from my skull bowl, I turned to him gasping,
“Have you gotten smaller?”
“No, Ka-piu-sain bigger.” He nudged me with his knee. I became conscious of how close we sat to each other.
My dress still fitted my body. It must have had grown with me. With my new growth came an avid hunger.
“Ka-piu-sain feel stronger?” he searched for my gaze.
“I don’t know. But I’m hungry.”
“Eat.” He hugged my side by the waist.
I ate some more directly from the pot. Kelemen did the same alongside me giving me short glances. His face was flushed. The fire must have been too hot.
“You are very friendly.” I murmured between bites.
I had never expected an ogre to act the way he did. The witch had been kind to me too. Maybe that was because I wasn’t human.
As we reached the bottom of the pot, he became abashed.
“What is it?” I wiped the broth off my chin.
“Ka-piu-sain know cook for ogre? … I cannot find word.”
“Are you asking me why I cooked?”
“No… How know say what say?”
“The meaning? How you know to say a word or do a thing?”
“Yes.”
“I think you are trying to ask, ‘Do you know the meaning of cooking for an ogre?’”
“You?”
“Instead of saying my name.”
“Yes. Yes, I ask, do you know the meaning of cooking for an ogre?”
“I do not.”
His gaze turned sheepish. I frowned at my ignorance.
“Only wife cook for ogre. An ogre.”
“Oh.” I had asked for his hand? And he went along happily. “Do you know who we just ate?”
“Bad man. Try to hurt you.” It made sense that he didn’t know.
“He was my husband.”
“You choose pig-man?” Now he was surprised and concerned.
“I did not.” I frowned at the insulting question.
“Not husband.” He was smug with relief.
“That’s not how human marriages work.” I only now learned how ogre unions worked maybe he didn’t know about humans.
“You an witch.” He was right.
“A witch…”
“A witch.” He leaned closer. “You choose I?” He bit his lip slightly with a knitted brow.
“I don’t know you.” I gave him back his frown.
His dream came to mind, and my vision of our future. I knew he wanted my well-being.
“I convince you be wife of I?” he released his bottom lip.
“You mean my wife.”
“My wife.” He kissed my cheek softly and waited for my reaction.
“Your wife.” I pondered. “What would you do, as my husband?”
“Kelemen care for Ka-piu-sain. Ka-piu-sain care for Kelemen.”
“I’ll cook?”
“When you want.” He glanced at the cauldron with a smile. “Cook good food meaning love.”
“Good food as affection?” I touched his cheek, surprised at the softness of his red beard. “What would it mean if I do not cook.”
“Mean you is angry.” He bared his teeth with a flirtatious squint in his eye.
“Will you make me angry?” My hand slipped down the crook of his neck.
“I try not to.” He brushed my hair out of my face tucking it behind my ear.
“Will you hurt me?”
“I try not to harder. I protect, not hurt wife.” He played with a strand of my hair after following the rim of my ear.
I wanted to believe him. I wanted to be by his side. It felt safe there. He seemed more reliable than Hugo at least. I wanted to know what he would be at most.
“Do I choose forever?”
“I hope. Choose what you want.”
“I want you to convince me.” I leaned closer gazing into the pools of his eyes.
My hunger grew again but it wasn’t for food. I bridged our gap until I could reach him with my mouth. Just a peck at first. I held my breath as I moved away from his lips. Hoping I had not misinterpreted his friendliness.
“I convince.” He kissed me back dragging me into his arms. “I make an good husband.”
A chuckle escaped my lungs as he lifted me with ease despite my new size. I held on until he dropped me on his nest of a bed. Kneeling with my legs between his, he slid the pin out of my hair while I took off the beige shawl tucked in my stays. Kelemen left a trail of kisses down my throat onto the top of my chest. I didn’t know lips like these could run lightning under my skin. He pulled me up, out from between his legs. His hands were slightly rough as he ran then along my calves and outer thighs.
This thick red hair was soft running through my fingers. The gentle ogre coaxed my mouth open for him with his large tongue. I had never kissed like that. It made me sweat and hold him tight. Then his hand went up my inner thigh. Up until he began to rub somewhere very pleasant. He let go of my mouth to watch my reaction to his ministrations. He smiled with pride at my soft frown and panting mouth. My voice came out higher in hiccups while my hips bucked at his hand gaining speed. Wet sounds snuck past my skirts. It didn’t feel vulgar. Not with the way he watched me. But there was lewdness to it.
“Something’s coming.” I gripped his shoulder whining.
“Good.” He licked under my chin.
A rush of ecstasy rose and came over me before ebbing as he slowed down. Once my body went limp and I was thoroughly out of breath, he stopped fully.
“What just happened?” I sighed deeply.
“You feel pleasures.”
“But I thought something needed to be inside.”
“I show you again? With my tongue?”
“Isn’t it dirty?”
“I clean.” He stuck the said muscle out all smug.
I shuttered at the thought. If he could kiss my mouth this good, then—He brought up his glistening fingers and licked them clean with a burning gaze feeding the ambers of my eyes. My heart was beating down below as I watched him wait for my permission.
“Do it.” My hands trailed his firm arms.
He gave me a peck on the lips before crawling under my skirts. His tongue tasted along my inner thighs until he licked my womanhood, spreading it open with his calloused fingers. I wanted them inside of me, stirring me. But he didn’t do that. He stuck to his words and showed me how good he could make me feel on the outside, sending me at another peak. I could get used to it, I thought. If he did that to me often my decision to stay would make itself. I pulled him back up. His hair and beard looked a mess,
“Kelemen is good husband?”
“Convince me more.” I pushed the top part of his wrap off his shoulder, pecking at his tough green skin.
“More?” his eyes were full of heat.
“Yes, more.” I tugged on the leather strap holding the bear furs around his sturdy waist.
“Clothes in the way.” He untied it on his knees.
I left the nest to stand up. Kelemen looked at me with lost puppy eyes as he covered himself back. That was until he saw why I was standing. My apron and outer skirt fell on the dusty ground. Then my three petticoats followed suit. It was a slow process. I made it so. Those hungry eyes of his, fanned mine into a bonfire. I played with the cord tying my stays with a sway in my hips, rolling my shoulders. He just watched. I had his undivided attention, yet I craved more.
With the corded supports gone, I signed Kelemen to come close. He jumped out to his feet to meet me. I guided his hands under my shift lifting it. He got it over my head the rest of the way. His eyes slowly went up and down my body and settled on my face, before picking me off my feet like a bride to carry me back into bed.
“You is beauty.” He climbed over me, letting some of his body weight on mine.
“You are beautiful.” I kissed both his cheeks in another slow tease.
“You are beautiful.” He played with my ears while leaning on his forearms under my shoulder. He sighed at my hands petting his neck. “Little wife want mating?”
“I’m not your wife yet.”
“Your eyes look like wife eyes look.” He pressed me down with the top of his knee where he had shown me much pleasure could be ignited. “You cook good food like happy wife. Proud too.”
I grabbed hold of his head for a deep kiss. His bottom lip protruded a little, it made it tempting to bite.
“Make me happy Kelemen.” I let out a breath.
“Yes.” He spread my legs to settle inside them.
I spread myself some more with my hands as he aimed his manhood into me. At my usual size, there was no way I could have taken him. But I was bigger now, like him. It was my first time wanting to perform this act. He was slow at the beginning, allowing me to get used to him. The initial moment over, I witnessed him get lost in me. He whispered under his breath words in his tongue near my ear. I felt some pleasures from it. Then he turned me on my side to keep going and it felt a lot better from the back. I was impressed at the strength in my voice. I was a silent person, but Kelemen made me loud. I rolled to my stomach feeling the pleasures coming again. He followed my movements without stopping his thrusts. In that position I reach over a mountain of bliss. After that it didn’t take long for him to fall prey to his own ecstasy.
I was utterly exhausted as he pulled out of me falling to his side. The nest grew bigger around me, and I became aware of the cold now that I was devoid of my thick fall garments.
“Here.” Kelemen draped his furs over me and cradled me against his chest. “Sleep good little wife.”
Upon waking, I expected to be in my bed, but I found myself in an ogre’s den. My heart skipped a beat until I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and remembered the previous nights. I was alone in our nest. Sitting up still wrapped in Kelemen’s oversized furs, I searched for him from our bed. He was cleaning the enormous cauldron in the stream. A fire had been started, and the air was a little smoky.
“Good morning.” My voice echoed in the cave.
At the sound of it he flinched.
“But is night?” he turned to me. He was now using a deerskin as a loincloth. I looked around for my clothes. They were folded on the edge of the nest. They had not shrunken down as I did. “You is good?”
“Are you good? The verb comes first in a question.” I examined my thickest petticoat. It was long as a dress which gave me an idea.
“Are you good?” He repeated his query.
My muscles ached, but I had known worst pain.
“I am good.”
He nodded and went back to his task. I watched him as I tied the ties of my petticoat and slipped it on. I put my top limbs through the pocket holes. It made for a very loose dress that exposed much of my arms and shoulders. He filled the pot and hung it over the fire. I joined him near it, cold from abandoning the furs,
“What are you making?”
“Warm water.” He caught me on his lap in a hug. “You are small and cold easy.” He was right.
“You are warming water for me to bathe?”
“Yes.”
“Look at me.” I stood up unstable on his thighs to reach his head for a light kiss. “I choose you, for now.”
“For now?”
I chuckled and pecked his large nose.
“As long as you keep caring for me like this. I will care for you too. Cook you great food.”
“Little wife happy?”
“Yes.” I felt down but he caught me sitting me back on his lap humming. This was comfortable and safe, as if he could give me the warm home I never had. I wondered again, why he had left his. “Why are you traveling Kelemen?”
He laughed and rocked us a little. “I look for a wife.” He kissed the top of my head. “Wife find me.”
I rubbed the hands he held me with,
“Where will you be heading now that you found one?”
