Nagas are fun, I love the two stomach idea and I love snake preds. Plus playing with the idea of them being kinda feral or animalistic is an interesting setting!
Becoming a god among men was a much better deal than he had expected it to be, honestly. Well, sure, he wasn't technically a real god--but the humans honestly didn't need to know that. Being a half snake-half man was already pretty amazing on its own, and jumping a few steps to 'god' wasn't the biggest logical leap out there. Besides, if he went and told him, they'd probably stop giving him so many good meals. And he can't have that, now can he? Not when this cult was made almost exclusively of delicious men eager to be added to their god. There used to be a few thousand of them, he thinks. The first few days since beginning his life of luxury, he'd only eaten one or two at a time. The first human had been a lump in his tail for two weeks, one that was rubbing and worshipped the entire time. The second human lasted a day less, and then the next two went down together. After three months and eating five humans at once and still being hungry, he'd come to realize that his new diet was making him get bigger--his tail had easily grown a few feet. And with being bigger, he was getting hungrier. But a few thousand was a lot and he wasn't worried. Two years later, though, and those numbers were dwindling to a few hundred, and the very fattened naga was now eating twenty at a time, two times a day. The humans were still eagerly throwing themselves down his gullet to be lost in his immense tail, but he'd be out of food very soon here. So he can't drop the act just yet--he needs to convince them to find him another food source before he picks the last of them off. After all, their 'god' was only getting hungrier. And they didn't want to let him down.
Humans are a staple of the naga diet, each one being able to keep a standard naga fed for some time. But sometimes, a naga will realize that humans are good but not very big--not nearly as big as some of the other half-humans around like them. Those are the nagas that realize humans are potato chips compared to the real meals around them. But only one ever really kept this knowledge. He was a much older naga, with a massive body made of orange and brown scales. His tail was plush with fat, as was his human half, having grown round and soft due to his improved diet. He dozed in the trees of his home, his coils rapped around many branches, several lumps hanging in the air like hammocks. A bulky centaur snivels in one lump. An angry half-bear roars in another. His brother was in one farther down, which shrinks a few more inches as his body continues to process into the bowels. The freshest was a half-dragon, who found himself in danger of being mulched by the constricting walls. But the meal that mattered most to the sleeping naga was the one willing his human stomach--a group of young adults, brothers likely given the similar patterns on their tails, were busy churning into a thick slop. They'd had a difficult time getting humans and had instead turned their attention onto some half-rabbits. And when they realized how much better of a meal that was, the older naga had struck. Slurped up each one of them like a noodle and slithered off to process them. He belches up some scales in his sleep, his round belly sloshing as he turns a little to face the sunlight coming in through the leaves. He made sure no other nagas realized how much of a waste hunting humans is. He didn't need any competition in his food chain.
Getting knocked out and carted off by some humans had been a very unpleasant experience for the younger naga. It was even worse when he had woken up in an unfamiliar place, a cage, and was being sold off to some human like a pet. The first few days in the human's manor was one of trying to escape and, failing that, attacking. And that failed, too, given the human was far too skilled at getting out of his grasp. It wasn't until he had eaten one of the staff that he calmed down. A full gut made him a bit more sluggish and the hand that reached for him made him hiss until he realized it was rubbing his stomach. It wasn't long after that that he was reluctantly letting the human near him, and at the same time, was being pampered in a way he never was living in the wilderness. Belly rubs and soft, warm beds, an endless supply of food made up of whatever staff got too close to him when he was hungry, and minimal restriction turned a life of captivity into a life of luxury. It was only a month later, when he found himself lazily coiled around the human that brought him here, a couple butlers and a portly chef reduced to soft bulges in his tail, that he realized he was actually pretty happy. He snuggles a bit closer to the human, arms wrapped around the man's stomach and head resting on his chest, and decided that he could live like this for a while longer. Playing along just this once didn't seem so bad.
Synopsis: Warren is sick of being belittled by Eli and has become paranoid of giants, so he seeks out help from Olivia to learn more about giants and how to defend himself from them.
Warnings: Language, mentions of fatal vore, M/M soft, unwilling, nonfatal vore, near death, fear, and Eli being Eli.
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A little bell rang out cheerfully throughout the dusty shop as the front door swung open. It was after business hours , but the front door was left unlocked for a brief time, despite the little neon lights at the front window saying the shop was now closed.
The small Hunter began to stride briskly into the shop. The alchemist shop (or more publicly known as an herb shop) wasn’t a very welcoming sight. It was dull and lacked any real proper decorations. Upon entry, one would find themselves facing rows upon rows of dusty shelves with jars and containers of every kind which contained ambiguous contents.
Warren’s boots clanked against the creaky old floorboards with each stride as he made his way toward the back of the shop. Oddly contrary to his expectations, the desk in the back of the shop was unoccupied. He paused in front of it for a moment before ringing the service bell.
There was a pause.
He ventured to try it again then his hand froze as the door to the back of the shop opened.
“I don’t need to hear that bell another damn time, Wilbur.” A woman’s voice called out.
Warren turned to see the shopkeeper to the side. She didn’t look like much from what someone might assume from a powerful alchemist. She looked like she was sixty years old. Her unkempt hair was divided into twin ponytails that were slung loosely over her shoulders. Perched on her nose were a pair of buggishly big spectacles with a silver rim to them that enlarged her eyes almost comically when it hit the right angle. Despite the comical emphasis on her eyes, she looked very tired and droopy with baggy eyes. She was holding an entire glass carafe of steaming hot coffee.
“Oh— sorry, Olivia,” Warren quickly retracted his hand away from the bell. He paid no notice to her getting his name wrong. She never got it right anyways. For the reputation she held for her own intelligence, part of him wondered if she actually messed up his name on accident, or if she was just messing with him.
Olivia ignored his apology and took a swig from her carafe. She motioned for Warren to follow as she turned toward the doorway. “C’mon, let's get this over with.”
Warren sighed and followed her inside the doorway. There was a stairway leading down into a basement with a higher ceiling. This area was furnished a bit differently than the area upstairs. There were bookshelves of ancient volumes, some titles were written in foreign tongues that couldn’t even be recognized. On the far end of the room was a workbench area and some pots and alchemist equipment that looked almost like what one might find in the lair of a mad scientist. Across from the alchemist equipment, there were a couple of armchairs to the far side of the room with a coffee table between them and a book set on the table.
Warren took a seat as he was directed to one of the chairs and Olivia set down her carafe of coffee, picking up the big, heavy book.
She paused, staring Warren in the eye with a very tired sigh. “Alright, so you wanted to know about how to survive being attacked by a giant, right?”
Warren nodded, opening his mouth to elaborate, but Olivia spoke first.
“I couldn’t neglect to notice that when you were returning my silver bullets from your little werewolf hunt that three bullets were missing… and the werewolf’s body. I needed that werewolf hair for my alchemy. I would have thought that you would be more concerned about how to kill a werewolf properly than try to learn about something as random as giants, especially since their rotation has already passed this town and probably won’t pass by for another three years.”
Olivia yawned for a solid ten seconds before sighing and took another swig of coffee. Warren frowned. “But-- you know what happened last time I was around giants. They kidnapped me! They nearly killed me! And they somehow tracked me down, too! I can’t just--”
Olivia held up her hand with a tired sigh, instantly silencing the young Hunter. “Look, you don’t have to explain your whole merry tale. It’s fine. I’ll teach you anyways. And I think that this would be the perfect opportunity to bring in someone who knows a lot more about the topic than any normal Hunter or alchemist.”
She sighed, her eyes rolling toward the side of the room. She glanced at her small brass watch around her wrist impatiently. “Ugh, well he’s a bit late, but he should show up any minute now. Anyways… To begin I think you should get to know the different species of giants, or at least the ones you’re most likely to encounter in this particular area.”
Warren’s brow furrowed in curiosity, wondering what sort of co-teacher Olivia had in mind to bring. Even though he knew he should figure out soon enough, his curiosity made him impatient to figure out who exactly it was. Was it one of the veteran U.L. members? A weathered hunter who had seen decades worth of hunts and slain countless monsters?
He was a bit distracted in his own assumptions as Olivia flipped through her huge book and landed on a page titled, GIANTS. There was a diagram there that portrayed the size differences of all of the different species. The book, despite being weathered and torn in some places, seemed relatively up to date and printed out in at least the past decade or so. There was a size chart that showed several different species of giants, and to the far left was a tiny human in comparison to demonstrate the scale. He could instantly recognize the giant in closest resemblance to Eli’s height titled, Wood Giant. He could at least recall Eli using that term once or twice in the past, and previously wasn’t sure if it was just a term they called themselves, or the actual title of that species.
Olivia’s bulbous dark eyes followed his and she tapped the image with her weathered fingertip. “I’m sure you’re familiar with the wood giants. They’re some of the most common these days. Most other species only have a couple thousand to a few hundred left in the wild, such as the mountain giants,” She tapped the largest giant on the page which was easily twice the size of a wood giant. Warren’s eyes widened at the sheer size. It was difficult to believe that creatures of such scale could even exist. His eye followed the page where paragraphs elaborated on each species. He stopped as he saw the information on the mountain giants. 23-27 feet tall. That was insane.
“How have people never discovered them to exist?” Warren pondered. With creatures at such scale, it sounded impossible.
“Well, they were discovered back in the medieval days. There used to be a lot more giants in the past, and they were a lot bigger too. In the late 15th century, there was a movement to eradicate all monsters, and the king of England at the time was just desperate to get rid of them, so he teamed up with the outcasts, such as alchemists and sorcerers to get rid of them. The larger species were quickly run to extinction while the smaller ones evolved to survive under the radar. Out of nowhere, they seemed to gain camouflaging abilities, which you’re probably familiar with. Camouflage varies by species. Wood giants can disguise themselves as humans for brief periods of time. Mountain giants can merge with stone and camouflage into the mountain. Kapres can merge with trees. Cave giants can turn invisible. And so on.”
She stopped to take another few gulps of coffee. In the momentary pause, she glanced up as they could hear footsteps coming from the shop and the door at the top of the basement staircase opened. A tall figure stepped through, and he could be recognized immediately. Golden eyes, spiky black hair, tall, muscular build. Eli. And he was in camo form, currently standing at 6’1, instead of his usual towering height of 13’3.
Warren’s eyes widened slightly as he saw the figure approach down the stairs. The camo’d giant was smirking. “Hey there ya little humans!” He announced cheerfully in his rough voice. Warren shot a look towards Olivia in confusion, but from her expression, he could tell that this was an expected entry.
“Speaking of camouflage, hello giant.” Olivia spoke calmly. “Warren, this is your co-teacher for now.”
“Wait-- really?”
“Who better to learn about giants, than from a giant? This is a rare opportunity, since most giants just love killing humans at first chance.”
Warren sighed, frowning slightly as the camouflaged giant came closer, skipping over to slouch against the side of Warren’s chair. “So! What are we learning about here? We doin’ those lessons ya asked about, Tiny?”
Warren narrowed his eyes at Eli, not feeling all that comfortable with Eli standing that close. “Uh, yeah, I guess that’s what this turned into then. Olivia was going to help me learn how to stand a chance against giants.”
Eli laughed. “Ohhh. Welllll sorry to disappoint ya then. Humans in general don’t stand a chance.”
“That’s not helping.” Olivia said tiredly. “You should probably know how your ancestors were driven to extinction by humans in the past, unless you’ve forgotten, or if the giants tell different tales about what happened.”
Eli rolled his eyes. “Aw, you’re no fun all talkin’ about history an’ shit. How about we talk about more fun stuff, like giants eatin’ people and all that fun jazz.” He smirked down at Warren and he scooted to the side of his seat uncomfortably. “Oh and by the way, since this room is big enough, I’m gonna get outta camo for a sec. I can’t stay in this form for very long anyways.”
Olivia shrugged indifferently, continuing to sip from her carafe. “Sure, just don’t break anything.”
Warren shot an uncertain glare toward the giant, “And don’t you dare try anything, okay?”
Eli chuckled. “Ya know I find it hilarious when ya put on that scary face, Tiny.”
He stepped away from the chair with a smirk and there was a sound of shifting and cracking of bones for a moment as his form regrew into massive proportions. He had to sit on the floor to avoid contact with the ceiling. His eyes became slitted like a cat’s, and they were lined with dark markings similar to a cheetah’s. His ears were long and pointed. His fingers were tipped with long, sharp claws. Ivory fangs protruded from his lips in a grin. Warren’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of the creature at his full size again, not feeling all that thrilled to be so close to the very same creature that had eaten him twice in the past.
“That feels so much better,” the giant sighed in a deeper voice. His sharp eyes focused again on Olivia as she seemed completely unphased, even tired at the sight of the transformation.
“Can we get back on topic now?” Olivia tapped her fingers against her carafe impatiently. Warren could only guess one thing might be on her mind right now; sleep. She couldn’t seem the slightest bit interested or thrilled in the prospect of this “class” and just seemed to want to get it over with. But then again, her true expression never really changed, so it was difficult to read past this.
“Yeah, whatever.” Eli snorted. He smirked at Warren’s alerted expression, baring his fangs.
Olivia sighed. “Alright, so now that we have the species of giants out of the way, now we can work on some techniques on how to survive them.”
“Wait-- what about fighting them? I should have to know that at least…” Warren glanced at Eli uncertainly, who scoffed at Warren’s statement.
“Look, kiddo. I’ve got claws, fangs, I can run almost as fast as one of your cars for long distances, I have a lot more stamina and I’m a lot more durable than any human. Look at what you got. You’re just a soft little thing that needs all sorts of bells and whistles like guns and knives to make up for all that lot of nothin’ you’ve got goin’ for ya.”
Warren looked hurt. He looked to Olivia for some sort of contradiction to Eli’s statement, but she just shrugged. “Well he said it. That’s why knowing how to survive is more important than winning in any situation. A lot of Hunters need an assortment of tools and tricks up their sleeve in order to stand a chance. Hence why alchemists are often employed with a lot of the Legion’s affairs. Back in the medieval days, Hunters had tried to use blunt weapons, but they were pretty much useless in comparison. Giants, apart from other monsters, were the sole reason why alchemists ever got accepted as allies of the Legion.”
Warren frowned. This wasn’t any sort of answer he had wanted. He would just have to get better at using his weapons effectively against giants, but against Eli he couldn’t really do that.
“So… How do you survive against giants, then?” Warren said.
“Ya don’t.” Eli quipped with a smirk. “The only chance that humans have against giants is with your little tools and tricks, and giants know that. We’ve been trained ever since we were giantlings, all of the best ways to disarm ya tiny fellas, and we know how to find any hidden knife and weapon from years of practice even before our first Bindings. We don’t just have the looks goin’ for us to be the perfect predators. We were trained for it.”
Olivia sighed, not seeming to like the interruptions. “Without weapons, there’s still a few ways. Blunt attacks such as kicking and punching won’t do much against that, so you shouldn’t waste your energy. And energy is key here. Because if you’re eaten, the temperature is high enough to send you into a coma-like state within an hour or so.”
Warren frowned, recalling how the heat had been the main thing to subdue him so easily both times, even sending him to sleep once. “But-- if you’re eaten, it’s already over though, right? That’s it. There’s no way to escape.”
“Yuuup.”
“No,” Olivia said at the same time, and gave Eli an unamused glare. “No, that’s not it. There’s still ways. Pressure points and weak points to get familiar with. For the exterior, the point between the thumb and index is a pressure point, as well as beneath the bicep. Immobilizing the arm with pressure points might aid in your release. Interior points, for instance, the lungs. If eaten, you’d be directly beneath the lungs, and continued, repeated pressure to them can be uncomfortable, even shock the giant into awakening again by changing their breathing patterns. Keeping a giant awake is your first priority. Though their digestive system varies slightly per species, for Elmo’s type specifically, wood giants only digest when they’re asleep in order to conserve energy when they’re awake.”
“It’s Eli. Ya keep gettin’ my name wrong.” The giant glared daggers at her. She ignored him.
“Another point is a cluster of nerves against the spine. Harsh enough pressure there can actually send a giant into temporary paralysis and knock them out. The giant digestive system is directly linked to their preservation of energy. Since they’re a lot bigger, their energy can only be localized to a certain number of functions. For instance, if they’re severely injured, but just ate someone, their body will divert most of the energy to recovery before digesting anything. For getting knocked out, same thing here, and momentary paralysis affects this. So by knocking them out, you can actually set back their digestive system by a few to several hours. This can really buy you time, but the key thing here is that you are actually able to stay awake for any of this.“
Eli’s brow furrowed as she spoke. “A bunch of bullshit. I’ve never had anyone do that to me before. It’s probably just a myth. Cuz they always try everything, and it doesn’t do much except feel good.”
Warren grimaced disapprovingly at Eli’s words, but at least found Olivia’s words informative. He still had reason to be hesitant to credit it however, because of Eli’s comment.
“So basically… The best chance you have of surviving a giant is if you have weapons, or if you’re already eaten… But I mean if you’re hurting them, it’s not the same as being released. It’s just… prolonging death.” Warren said, the corners of his mouth tilted in a lopsided frown.
“Not exactly. The pressure point against the spine can set them off long enough in repetition to drain them of energy overtime into eventual release, which must be timed properly if you’d have any better chance of escaping them there, or to eventually kill them slowly from energy deprivation. That could take days, though. And you’d need methods of keeping yourself awake during that period of time.”
Eli let out a very loud yawn, that was more of a statement of boredom than him actually being tired.
“Do you have something you’d like to say?” Olivia raised a brow, unimpressed.
“Nah, nah. This is riveting. Just thought it’s ridiculous that y’all think it’s possible to kill a giant from a technique as lousy as that. It’ll never work anyways. How about we get to the hands-on learning part ya told me about already.”
Olivia ignored him again, beginning to continue. Warren’s brow furrowed slightly upon the mention of hands-on learning, not because of the opportunity to learn to defend himself against a giant, but because of Eli’s uncanny enthusiasm about the prospect, which couldn’t mean anything good.
“Another technique is to block their airway long enough to get released. Giants can’t breathe while they’re swallowing someone, but can hold their breath for a very long time, up to six minutes easily. Stretching out your elbows in the throat if swallowed forward, or locking your arms around the jaw if swallowed backwards might help you buy time until they begin to run out of air.” Olivia gave Eli an almost curious look behind her tired eyes. “How effective do you think this is, with your experience?”
“That doesn’t really work all that often.” Eli huffed. “I think there was only one person who tried that against me that got close, and he was like, a football player, so he had the build goin’ for him. He just grabbed onto my lower jaw for a solid five minutes and I was really tempted to bite him in half. ‘Course I’m stubborn and prefer live prey and managed to get him down whole just by biting a tiny bit. Totally worth it though. He struggled real good. Tasted like laundromat detergent though.”
Olivia frowned slightly. “We didn’t need those details.”
Warren was listening to the story with wide eyes. “Wait— so you killed him?”
Eli snorted. “What do ya take me for? Some sorta merciful giant? Pfft. Yeah, I killed him. Oh, terrible me! What an evil giant! Who knew giants actually killed people!” His voice raised an octave in mockery and he smirked.
Olivia’s eyes narrowed. “Can we get back on topic?” She took a swig from her carafe before sighing. “So what I’m gathering from what Ethan said is that if you try to choke them, you’ll get bitten in half.”
“It’s Eli. And most giants would probably want to avoid biting you in half unless they’re desperate. We like squirmy prey.”
Warren grimaced. Olivia ignored him.
“Anyways. Onto the hands-on learning part. Edgar?”
Eli’s eyes lit up with enthusiasm, barely bothering to correct her on his name again. He leaned forward, now sort of kneeling on the floor to avoid hitting his head on the ceiling. “Ah, right. The hands-on part. C’mon over here, Tiny.”
His eyes locked onto Warren’s hungrily. Warren’s heart skipped a beat and he jumped out of his seat stiffly, taking a few steps backward. “Uh-- hands-on? What… what exactly does this mean here?”
He was trying to hide the unease from his voice and expression. He knew that Olivia probably wouldn’t let the giant do anything outright terrible to him in her presence, but she also tended to be fairly apathetic enough to make things rather uncomfortable for anyone without seeming bothered too much by it.
“It means you’ll get a chance to try to ‘survive.’” Olivia sipped her coffee casually, her voice oozed of disinterest in the situation. She leaned back in her arm chair, seeming to halfheartedly be fighting off the ebbing tiredness that tried to draw her to sleep. Beneath her bulbous spectacles, there was a slight tinge of curiosity, though she dared not really show it. By principle, it was impossible to read what she really thought.
Warren’s eyes narrowed as he glared at Olivia. “Wait-- survive as in--” his eyes flitted back over to Eli who was trying to crawl towards him in the small space. His breath caught in his throat and his heart picked up pace. He stumbled backwards and quickly slipped behind the armchair. “Nononono-- wait-- Eli-- Eli stop.”
The giant rolled his eyes with an amused smirk playing over his face. “Yeah right… of course telling the evil ravenous giant to stop will work every time. You get a gold star for that, Tiny!”
Warren felt a pang from his words. “But-- I don’t have any weapons! You should have told me I would--”
“Blah blah, yeah keep complaining. C’mere Tiny.”
The giant lunged forward in the small space, an arm reaching out to snatch the hunter. Warren dove out of the way, just narrowly grazed by the giant’s claws. He gasped, flattening himself against the wall. He glanced down at his arm that had thin lashes that shredded through the sleeve of his shirt.
“Wh-- What the HELL, dude!” Warren shouted.
Eli only chuckled at his angry shouts, closing in on his prey that was now cornered. Warren could only see a small opening that led to the alchemy workbench. If he was quick, he might make it. He just had to make a run for it and hope that the giant’s disadvantage of size here could give him an opening.
Bracing himself with a quick breath, Warren burst forward. He ducked beneath the giant’s arm, flinching at the uncanny proximity to the beast. He had to keep running--
A hand roughly grabbed the back of his hoodie and yanked him backwards. Warren yelped. He struggled to pry off the giant’s grip.
“Remember the pressure points,” He could hear Olivia’s voice lazily call out. Right! Think! The Hunter twisted to reorient himself in the giant’s grip. He could feel himself brought closer. The giant was now in clear view before him. Warren fumbled, recalling the pressure points mentioned. He quickly japped two fingers in between the back of the giant’s thumb and index finger to try to trigger release. Miraculously, Eli’s fingers reflexively came loose and Warren quickly tugged away. He stumbled onto his back, fumbling with his feet as he tried to get up or scoot away.
The momentary freedom was short lived as Eli’s hand clamped over the Hunter’s chest, pinning him to the floor easily. Warren pushed around the giant’s fingers trying to pry them off without much luck. He tried again to jam the pressure point, but without any success. Most of the force holding down Warren came from the arm after all, so his efforts came out useless.
“All out of luck now, eh Hunter?” The giant taunted.
Warren’s eyes narrowed. “Okay fine. You win. Let me try again.”
Eli let out a snort. “Uhh nope. I don’t think that’s how things will be working here. I’m not lettin’ ya go quite yet.”
Warren’s eyes widened by a hair. He shot a pleading look to Olivia, who appeared bored out of her wits as she sleepily sipped from her carafe. “Don’t look at me. Just practice those internal techniques we talked about.” She yawned, leaning back in the armchair, seeming almost ready to sleep.
Warren looked back at Eli nervously, but he knew nothing he said or did would change the giant’s trajectory now. He squeezed his eyes shut, taking in deep breaths. “I f-frickin’ hate this,” he muttered under his breath.
Eli disregarded the Hunter’s nerves and lifted the little human off the ground, leaning back to kneel on the floor comfortably. Warren flinched as there was a pause before he could feel and hear the hot breath of the giant waft over his face before things became warmer. His cheek was pressed against a plush, slimy surface. The tongue rose up to slide over his face, slicking him down to be swallowed more easily. And from the pleasant sounds Eli was making, Warren was once again reminded about how much the giant seemed to enjoy his taste. Disgusting.
It was even more humiliating here, knowing that Olivia was just sitting there idly watching as she would drink her coffee. Warren’s head was pushed in deeper and the tongue pushed him firmly back as the giant made the first swallow. He took in a quick breath, and his head was now stuck tight in the confines of the throat. It was too tight to breathe, so he had to conserve air.
The giant took his sweet time tasting him for a while as more swallows sounded, bringing him in deeper. It was a necessary function in order for the giant not to be harmed during this to allow his prey to be slicked up enough to be swallowed more easily.
Warren should have been used to this process at this point. He had been swallowed two and a half times already (the half was a bit of an unpleasant story). It was still frightening to him nonetheless. Not to mention, he couldn’t breathe in the tight space, and Eli taking his time with this only deprived his lungs from air even longer.
The giant had only swallowed the human up past the hips when he heard Olivia clear her throat impatiently. He shot her a confused but angered glare, pausing in his swallows. His neck was filled out with the bulge of Warren’s slightly struggling form and the legs dangling from his maw would twitch uncomfortably
“You’re taking your sweet time. You know humans can only hold their breath for so long. Take your time any longer and you’ll suffocate the poor Hunter,” Olivia muttered. Her voice was still very tired by default, but there was a strictness in it.
A muffled growl sounded in his throat and he rolled his eyes, tilting his head back. He made several more powerful swallows, gravity aiding the smaller form to sink in deeper before Eli rose up his hand to pick off Warren’s shoes. He swallowed one last time, the back of his tongue rising up to squish the little feet into the throat before they disappeared. The bulge in the giant’s throat sank in deeper before it disappeared from his neck, reforming as a small protrusion from his torso that wasn’t too noticeable, as the giant’s larger form could harbor the little human quite easily.
Warren coughed up the stale humid air as soon as his head pressed into the tight opening of a wider area. The air was hot, and already he could hear the gross, squelching sounds of the stomach as it stretched to accommodate him. He could hear the giant’s muffled heartbeat pounding nearby, and his labored breaths as he caught his breath from his airway being cleared. The rest of the Hunter was forced and squeezed inside the tight space, curled up in a puddle of clear drool. He was dripping with slime, and that gross stuff slid down the ceiling, connecting with him and getting in his hair. Warren panted for air for a while, disliking the heat and foul air that filled his lungs. It smelled disgusting.
Once again, Warren was stuck sort of upside-down in the tight space, forced to curl up so his limited mobility made it hard to right himself. He aimed an angered kick near the throat’s opening, scowling and shaking in the darkness.
Eli smirked through his fangs between breaths as he felt the small retaliation, then shot an annoyed look to Olivia.
“Why rush it? That ain’t no fun.” He huffed.
Olivia rolled her eyes, getting up from her seat with another swig of her coffee before she walked over to the giant. Her expression was unphased, though despite this, Eli could still smell a slight tinge of fear from her. This amused him.
“You okay in there, Winston?”
Warren’s face contorted into a further scowl as he heard Olivia’s muffled voice from outside. He squirmed wildly in place, trying to reorient himself in the sweltering darkness. He kicked at the tight walls angrily. “You frickin— freak! You just let me get eaten by a giant! What the f-fuck is wrong with you!” He glared up at the ceiling, grimacing as slime dripped onto his face. “And stop taking your sweet time. I’m not a dang candy!”
Eli snickered, rubbing at the form in his gut, much to Warren’s annoyance. “Nah, candies are sweet. You taste more like meat.”
Warren’s eyes narrowed and he kicked angrily in defiance. “That’s disgusting. Don’t ever call me that,”
“Ya know, I might actually have room for seconds if you were interested in learning as well.” Eli sneered at the alchemist.
“You do NOT.” Warren’s muffled voice came from Eli’s middle, punctuated by an angry kick that was visible from the surface.
The giant smirked. “Oh yeah? Wanna test that?”
Olivia’s eyes narrowed by a hair. Her voice lowered threateningly. “That would be unnecessary. And if you try anything, you’ll find yourself stuck in your camouflaged form again without even realizing what hit you.”
Eli smirked, “Aww you don’t think it’ll be fun?”
“Can we focus now?” Olivia’s voice came in a tired drawl. Any alarm from Eli’s threat of eating her was quickly gone from her countenance.
The giant rolled his eyes. “Meh, boring, but whatever.”
Olivia moved closer to the giant and poked his middle with an unwavering expression.
“Stopit!” Warren’s muffled voice snapped angrily.
Eli snickered. “Yeah, stop it, alchemist lady.”
Warren paused. “...Olivia?” He squirmed slightly in place to try to get himself at least more upright, though without much success. All that could be seen were the bulges of his form shifting around from the outside.
Olivia pursed her lips for a moment, part of her was curious and interested, and another part was a little fearful of the giant being completely capable of swallowing an entire human being. She had heard of it done before, but she had just never witnessed it. It was surreal to comprehend. The analytical, scientific side of her brain was curious about how it was physically possible, and how the hunter was even able to gather air there, despite having studied recounts of hunters who had confirmed that it was possible. It was a very curious opportunity to be able to work and study alongside a real giant. As far as she knew, giants never worked alongside humans, so this was a very rare occasion.
“Yes, that was me,” Olivia withdrew her hand, her voice returning in her usual tired drawl. Any interest she had was impossible to guess from how well she concealed it. “Are you able to get your back to face me? Just by using the poke as a point of reference.”
Warren paused, panting tiredly. The heat was overwhelming here, and being upside down, the crown of his head was half-immersed into the gross puddle of fluids at the pit of the stomach. He was getting a headache from this. The darkness here was disorienting and made it even harder to figure himself out.
“I can’t move. I’m upside down.”
“I guess you’ll die then.” Olivia huffed apathetically.
“WHAT-!”
A flurry of struggles came from the giant’s middle and Eli shut his eyes, putting his hands against his middle with a grin. “Yeah keep up that stellar fighting and that’ll magically teleport you out.” He chuckled, looking down and poked at Warren’s form. “Ya can’t just expect every giant to let you go cuz you’re a little tired, or landed wrong.”
Warren grimaced, trying to push away the contact from Eli, but was stuck in too bad of a position to reach it properly. The best he could do was kick near the stomach entrance tiredly.
“Okay, okay,” He muttered. He dug his foot into the low opposing wall, grunting as he tried to get enough purchase into pushing himself more upright. His socked feet slipped at first, just sliding against the slimy, malleable surface. He tried again a few times, finally managing to push the sides of his feet into the plush folds and tried to extend his legs just barely enough to push his upper back against the wall, sliding into a slightly more upright position. He grimaced at the gross sounds that came from this action, but at least his head was no longer immersed in slime. He panted for a while, the small change took way too much effort, and it was so hot and humid in here. The difficulty of breathing here didn’t contribute to his lightheadedness either.
“H—O-Okay, my back is facing the ‘poke’ now,” he panted.
“Wowww… you moved like a grand total of like two inches…” Eli’s voice quipped.
“Sh-shut up. You’re n-not the one stuck in here.” Warren retorted between breaths. It was taking a while to gain his bearings, and the heat was really getting to him. But at least now being somewhat right-side-up, he was beginning to feel a little less light-headed.
“Be quiet and focus, Wilfred.” Olivia drawled. “So from there, you’re in the perfect position to reach two pressure points. The lungs should be directly above you towards the front, and directly ahead of you would be the pressure point for the nerves along the spine.”
Eli’s eyes narrowed at her words, crossing his arms over his middle. “None of that’s gonna work.”
Olivia shot the giant a drained, unimpressed look. “Wilhelm?”
Warren tried to catch his breath in the darkness, putting out his elbows out to try to conserve a proper air bubble, as well as trying to keep the slime and stomach folds away from his head so he could actually hear. Olivia’s voice was muffled and he couldn’t hear it very well over the sounds of the giant’s innards and how his ears were probably clogged with the stomach fluids at this point. He was able to make out enough and pieced together the rest.
He grunted, trying to bring his legs up near the stomach entrance in a weak kick, not bothering to use his arms if he didn’t want to compromise his little air bubble. He only heard Eli’s rumbling chuckle around him in response. His eyes narrowed in the darkness and he kicked harder towards the ceiling. Heat was rushing up to his head and the air was thick and hard to breathe, making the smallest actions exhausting. There was a jerky clench around him in response to his action and he heard a small “hic—“ come from the giant.
Eli winced for a moment, but quickly smoothed out his expression with a smirk. “Hiccups, really? Wow… What a fearsome fighter.”
Warren glared. “Shutup!”
There were several more attempts of kicks and nudges that were barely visible from the surface, but were only felt as enjoyable sensations against the giant’s innards.
“This is lame. Almost relaxing. What if I just take a nap here?” Eli feigned a yawn.
Olivia glared at him, lowering her carafe for a moment. “Like hell you would.”
Warren’s struggles weakened and he rasped for air shallowly. His arms which had splayed out on either side to preserve his little pocket of air had grown too weak to maintain that position any longer. It was hard to breathe. He was exhausted.
“P-please… just let me go… so tired… I’m gonna pa-pass out. I ca-can’t breathe.” The timid voice was barely audible.
Olivia raised a brow, taking a minute to actually interpret the words because of their diminished volume. “Giving up already? You didn’t even manage one good hit.”
”What did I tell ya. It’s useless tryin’.” Eli scoffed.
“I do-don’t frickin care. I can’t bre-eathe. I’m going t-to suffocate in here. Ple-please, Eli.” Warren just gave up at this point. Whatever position his struggles had landed him in just wedged him into the folds bad enough that he couldn’t gather breath properly. Normally, this shouldn’t be as much of an issue with the esophageal sphincter currently being lax enough to allow air to pass through. His current position had him curled up downwards with his back facing the sphincter to block off the only passage for fresh air. He was running out of air pretty quickly.
Eli narrowed his eyes, at first thinking this was some sort of trick, but by focusing on the small sensations of the human’s breaths against the sensitive lining, he could feel the breaths were a lot shallower. He furrowed his brow. This wasn’t normally a problem, at least not one he commonly came across (not that he would normally care. Accidents happen after all.)
The giant sighed and rolled his eyes. “Meh, fine. You’re one pathetic human being getting stuck like that aren’tcha?”
Warren didn’t bother retorting. He was feeling lightheaded. The giant’s voice, as close as it was, felt foggy and distant.
He was faintly aware of the walls crushing in tighter as they squeezed him up into the throat. The feeble breaths he had gathered were sucked from his lungs within the tight tube. The harsh muscles tugged at his limp form, slowly dragging him out of the confines of the stomach and completely within the throat and he was carried upward.
Olivia stepped back, her expression only read of mild disgust as she watched the giant hack up the small hunter. The small bulge in his middle disappeared to reform in his throat. The fanged maw opened as the hunter was eventually emitted onto the floor in a slimy pool of drool. He wasn’t moving.
The alchemist grimaced, moving forward as the giant wiped his mouth on his sleeve. She crouched down in the gross puddle of fluids, wrapping her arms around Warren to lift his face out of the puddle. Warren seemed unresponsive, or at least mostly out of it at this point. She scowled, squeezing an almost too-tight hug around him in a swift motion, collapsing his diaphragm enough to force a ragged cough out of his throat.
Warren coughed again, spitting and rasping for air. His eyes were half-lidded in exhaustion. Olivia relaxed her grip around him with a sigh, letting him drop back to the floor on his back. She glared at Eli narrowly through her bulbous spectacles.
“That was too close of a call, Elric.”
Eli quickly caught his breath after the harsh motions of coughing up the hunter and narrowed his eyes at the alchemist. “So? Most people eaten by giants don’t even get to live to tell the tale. Tiny here just got lucky.”
Warren tried to get up, but got too lightheaded from the small action and laid back down on the floor, squeezing his eyes shut as he continued to try to catch his breath.
“I need… a… a shower.” Warren rasped quietly.
Eli smirked. “Called it. See? He’s fine. Priorities, right?”
“I am not— f-frickin— fine.” Warren opened his eyes slightly to glare at the giant, but his gaze was more weak than angry. A part of him shuddered to see the creature that had just eaten him and nearly killed him effortlessly. “I could have died— and— and I learned nothing! Y—you can’t do that to me again. I— I can’t take it.”
Olivia sighed, getting to her feet. She disregarded the gross slime that was now dripping from her clothes from helping Warren. “If you really don’t want to train with giants, you can avoid giant related hunts. Just stick with the werewolves and spirits.”
Eli snorted. “Keepin’ your nose clean ain’t gonna deter giants from huntin’ ya. Might help your odds a bit on encounterin’ em, but your fightin’ techniques are still shit.”
Warren sighed in defeat, rubbing his face as he laid back on the floor. “People are still out there... getting killed by giants every day. Dying l—like that…. I hate it that I can’t do fr-frickin anything.”
Eli shrugged, making a slight grimace of nausea as his stomach settled again. “Why bother? They’re humans. They’re gonna die anyways. ‘Sides, giants do a good enough job killin’ themselves from what ya saw at the Binding.”
The Hunter frowned at Eli’s words. He winced as he tried to sit upright again. He still felt a little dizzy and lightheaded and his senses were beginning to return in full… only to realize how gross he felt right now.
“I need to go home and get cleaned up before Rebeka comes back from work.” The young man said finally. He managed to get to his feet, but he was still a bit wobbly.
Olivia frowned slightly, taking a small sip of coffee as she finished up her carafe. She glanced at the giant tiredly. “Well, I guess class is over then. And I’ll add to the Legion’s records that those techniques don’t seem to work.” There was a slight tone of disappointment in her voice.
“You can tell the U.L. I’m done. I can’t… I just can’t do this.” He shot a wary look at Eli. Even seated, the giant was still a good three or so heads taller than him. He shuddered, still weary and recovering. He headed towards the staircase out of the basement.
“Atta boy, tiny! I knew you wouldn’t stand a chance there!” The giant cheered.
Warren turned on the stair for a moment to glare back at him. “I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing this for my sisters. I can’t do this to them. So you can shut the f...fuck up.”
He glared daggers at the giant before he stumbled up the rest of the stairs and left.
Eli snorted, rolling his eyes. “Sheesh. Humans are so dramatic.”
Olivia raised an unimpressed brow at him.
“What? Hey. D’ya wanna try out those ‘methods’ too, just for the sake of learnin’ something?”
Her eyes narrowed in mute disapproval.
Eli seemed to debate something for a while before backing down. “Fine. Fine. Some other time.” He’d rather not get stuck in his camo form again and didn’t want to give her any reason to do it.
Warren was still sticky and icky from all the gross fluids as he went towards his car. He quickly found his borrowed silver knife from Olivia and his magazine full of silver bullets. He frowned in disgust. It was a stupid idea to ever sign up for this. He had almost died and Eli wasn’t even trying.
Or was he?
The thought sickened him to dwell upon. He quickly loaded up his borrowed hunting supplies and set them down on Olivia’s desk at the back of the shop. He didn’t look back as he left them there. They were an ominous reminder of his foolishness. He couldn’t go back to that now.
maybe you could do something with digestion+disposal with a pred who has multiple stomachs? only if you wanna of course 👀
It'd time for some more demi-humans me thinks...and perhaps I will finally write for an anthro pred as well, because I realize I haven't done that yet.
It was torture. That's what it was. There was just...no other world for it. When the plane crashed deep in the jungle, the passenger had been happy that a couple other people managed to survive with him. Well...so much for surviving. Now he was stuck here, listening to them churn and digest away in the stomach below him. That thing--with a long snake like body, but the torso of a man--had followed the crash and found them. They hadn't lasted at all against it in their state. Apparently, it's capacity was four men. Two down in that snake like gut, and one left to sit around and wait in the human stomach. He's pretty sure it had gotten comfortable again in the tree tops it had come from. He could barely hear the creaking of branches holding the long, thick coils that dangled over them. He wasn't sure what was going to happen to them, but he knew he was running out of time. Before long, he'd hear the thumps and thuds of logs of shit sliding out and hitting the ground, all that was left of the people he'd survived with. And then...he'd almost certainly be moving downward to follow after them. But he got to be the one to survive, even if it was just a few extra hours.
He'd been hot. That was your excuse for going home with a guy who said, to your face, that he was going to eat you. Sure, you can tell yourself whatever you want, pretend you misunderstood the words. But you didn't. There was no misunderstanding with the hunger in the large bull's eyes, or the way he grinned and licked his lips as he looked you up and down. Now, back in his apartment, you were staring into that wide open muzzle and down his gullet. Then diving into it. A broad tongue slurped at your face a few times, and then it was a few gulps to drag you down. At first you thought the stomach was nicer than it'd always seemed to be. Quite and calm, not doing much of anything besides smelling a bit bad. But then you moved down, deeper, into another. It was a lot slimier and grinding into you a bit. It was softening you. Then the third was unfriendly, actively working on breaking you down into a pulp for the bull's body. The fourth stomach would work on making sure very little was left, turning it all into a thick paste with some bones left in it. Then it was on the way out, a bowel movement he dropped off in the toilet in the morning. Just like all the others that came home with him. People never really made it to the fourth stomach.
Centaurs are usually fairly friendly and helpful guys. Smarter than horses and easier to get along with at times, they did all kinds of work and helped out a lot. So if someone pissed one off enough to end up as it's food..? Well, they probably really deserved it. Especially if they're sitting in the human stomach, curled up tightly and swaying around for everyone to see. That's a warning, usually, that they aren't in a good mood and that they'll eat more if someone decides to mess with them. Calming down is usually when they finally send that meal deeper for processing, letting their gut deflate again as the person is sent to the second horse stomach. Then it's back to business with a gurgling gut, until that troublemaker is eventually a pile of dung left on a path somewhere that no one is ever going to look twice at.
We love a vampire that gets his blood in the only efficient way possible--just eating the whole damn man! Can't miss a drop that way~
Okay, so, maybe approaching the insanely charming stranger that had definitely never come to the bar before hadn't been the smartest idea. But in his defense, there were plenty of guys in the bar that weren't regulars! How was he supposed to know this particular guy, with his shining teeth and deep, mesmerizing red eyes was actually a vampire?! Being brought back to the man's house had been the final nail in the coffin. Nowhere to run now and completely at the vampire's mercy. When he saw that maw open, showing off sharp fangs, he was absolutely expecting to feel a couple stabs and get sucked dry. So imagine his surprise when the maw engulfed his entire head instead of his neck. He was then expecting to get his entire head simply ripped off, so it was his third surprise of the night when the charming vampire began gulping. He didn't even try to fight it as he practically doze down the guy's gullet, squeezing into a very rumbly gut that was more than happy to accept him. He certainly wasn't the first guy to be plucked out of a bar in the late of night just to never be seen again, and he certainly wouldn't be the last. But at least he'd keep the vampire fed for a couple days or so. He can appreciate that with however long he has left alive before his body was melted down in the intense stomach.
Human meat was...tasteless. That's what the recently turned vampire had found out after getting his first meal. He'd been told by the one who changed him that this was the least messy way to have meals. Swallow them whole and let his body do the rest. He'd done it, although he hadn't really seen the appeal. But the squirming was nice--very nice, in fact. And then when the digestion started, it got even better. His body would get no need from all that meat. It didn't even want it, really. Just the blood. And when all that meat melted away he got the blood and it was a bigger rush than any energy drink could ever provide. The last part of it that he got was when all that meat and bone needed back out and he found himself pushing out the biggest dump he'd ever had into a dumpster the next night. It felt fucking amazing, and he knew that he was going to have to eat like this a lot more often. He had an eternity to really enjoy these new sensations an he was going to enjoy it!
How about werewolf prey? A guy eats another guy but doesn't expect him to change into a werewolf halfway through
When your prey doubles in size suddenly, I don't see how there's any reason to complain! Let's get a story outta this one.
Getting his hookup back to his apartment was the easy part for Jeff. Meet a nice bear at the bar, get him a few drinks, give some bedroom eyes, and he had an easy meal ticket walking back home with him. The dude was a good kisser, and the way the bear groped his ass was nice, but Jeff was only feeling hungry after a couple of beers, and he just wanted to get the meal down and conk out on the couch after.
As soon as they were back in his room, their feverish kissing took a turn for the worse for the bear as Jeff suddenly stretched his maw all the way over the guy's head. The hands groping him were suddenly much tighter but that didn't stop the guy from starting to take deep, wet gulps to start working down the bear's bulky body. Those hands would finally release Jeff's ass once he was gulping down those broad pecs, now instead trying to shove Jeff off. Not that it was working, of course. He was already well past the point of no return for a skilled predator like this one.
Jeff was gulping over that nice domed belly when things got a bit more...well...complicated. And hairy. He wasn't entirely sure when it happened, but he noticed the sudden change of weight first. His meal got a lot heavier and he already felt like he’d swallowed down an entire man just where he was. The fuzziness was felt next, but it was the tail smacking him in the face that finally made thing dawn on him.
He was swallowing a werewolf.
The realization made Jeff take a pause for a few minutes, but the kicking legs sticking out of his maw and the small belly ache his meal was starting to give him reminded him that he had a job to finish. So, he tips his head back and starts to gulp and slurp heavily. Muscular legs sink down more and more, pushing the rest of the werewolf into Jeff’s gurgling gut. Soon enough there was just a pair of paws sticking out, their toes curling tightly as Jeff took the final swallow to pack the beast away into his stomach.
He flops back onto the couch, his gut massive and heavy now, stretched tightly over what was easily the biggest meal he’s had to date. A monster of a belch roars out of him as his guts rumble noisily. This...was definitely going to take some time to digest. But damn if it wasn’t worth it!
Ye, werewolves are super good! I'd love to write more
Waking up after a night of being transformed can be such a goddamn hassle. Waking up with a large gut, soft and gurgling, or even with a brewing dump waiting for release. Bleary recognition of the night before, likely having gone full ravenous. Figuring out what unlucky sap fed a werewolf gut the night before. And then dealing with the aftermath--that being, added heft that might mean needing new clothes, and whatever waste the guy left behind that needs to be dumped in the lawn for the day. The only hope is that the guy that got eaten wasn't anyone important, or if he was, at least was delicious. Life as a voracious beast never does get easy.
In werewolf packs, it's not uncommon for two guys to get into a fight over something. Maybe it was prey, maybe one felt slighted, maybe they were some idiots getting into a fight over meaningless 'alpha' stuff. Whatever the reason, these fights almost always end the same way--they start getting rough, then they're wrestling, then someone's jaws end up over someone else and soon there's just one werewolf left with a huge, wiggling gut. This can happen even if they haven't transformed. It's a common issue with werewolves, with them eating one another. Of course, those that got a taste will always proclaim how delicious werewolf meat is and probably try to get a second taste...and that's how you end up with lone wolves. Got too greedy and ate the rest of their pack once they had their first werewolf meal.
Sometimes werewolves are harmless, even in their wolf forms. Some guys are just that nice or sweet that even as a feral beast, they’re more like an oversized lap dog instead of a ferocious wolf. But there is something that is the same in all werewolves--a deep, carnivorous hunger that can only be sated with other men. So even the nicest guy, the kind who would never harm a fly, has a chance of letting a man stare into a dark maw lined with sharp teeth and the knowledge that they were going to dive into that gut and gurgle up inside. But hey, at least he’ll let the people he didn’t eat rub his gut after, right?
How about some scenarios on a giant terrorising a local village?
To appease the giant, the village has to host a sacrifice. Of course, a single human isn't going to sate a giant, and they'll be hungry the next day. Daily sacrifices of twenty men are a bit much every time, though, so the village has to start cheating to make sure he doesn't just scoop them all up to start eating. Any outsider that comes through the village is used as the next sacrifice. Knights, nobility, traders, adventurers--none of it matters. If they step foot in town, they're the next sacrifice, and they'll be left for the giant to pick up and eat. It's not like the giant is at all picky, so long as he gets his food. At least all the disappearing people mean more people come by to find them. It helps keep the village safe...for now, at least.
Hiring local knights and adventurers to take down the local giant that had been picking off livestock seemed like a good idea in theory. They had run out of those rather quickly, though. Even the biggest and most successful knight in the village had never come back, likely just a log of armor studded dung in a ditch somewhere like the rest. When the village had stopped sending people out, though, the giant got impatient and decided the best course of action was to up the anty. So he went from eating livestock to farmers. And when that didn't work, he moved onto the other civilians. Of course, there were no more adventurers to send out, and the greedy giant ate the entire village before he found that out. Now he's have to go somewhere else to get food delivered to his doorstep!
Giants aren't protectors of villages in a normal sense. They don't really care about the lives of the smaller people they saw as easy snacks. They did, however, care about someone else stealing their meals. So they'll make sure nothing else gets to eat their food supply. Dragons, pillagers, and armies always need to be careful of which villages they end up targeting for themselves. If it's the wrong one, they'll be dealing with the business end of a giant-right after a thorough processing from his guts. The villagers always seem happy to celebrate the giant that saved them, though, which usually means a nice dessert of village people. So, it's a win-win!
Oh yeah, I love centaurs and they’re pretty good for safe vore in my own opinion. I actually got a second centaur safe vore ask, and I figured I’d add it to this one as well since it’s a good scenario!
In very large kingdoms, centaurs as a transportation service are never hard to miss. For shorter trips, they’ll typically be ridden like a horse with the added bonus of being easier to control than a standard horse, so even those who have never ridden one can easily move around. But for longer trips, especially for those of nobility, the two stomachs a centaur has are very helpful for moving small groups of people safely and comfortably. Of course, for those with more money to spend, there’s always the exit fee--and you don’t really get to argue with such fees while inside of the centaur’s stomach, assuming you don’t want to be a permanent resident until you can cough up the money. It really helps to pay the bills.
Adventuring parties always find centaurs to be helpful and useful members of the group. They’re great for carrying back criminals that need to be returned alive safely inside of their stomachs. They’re also great for carrying the party when they’re weak and tired. This also tends to mean adventuring centaurs are usually mages with healing magic. But the real centaurs being looked for are the massive stallions that know how to fight--usually for their large capacity and ability to take a hit. They’re highly sought after for parties and always well appreciated for their work.
Most wouldn’t expect that a centaur and mermaid would make such a great pair for a relationship. After all, how does a land beast handle dating a sea beast? Well, with the large stomach a centaur has, it’s surprisingly easy to slurp down his lovely mermaid and carry him where he wants safely inside of his stomach. If he ever wants to show the mermaid a good sight, all he has to do is bring him back up a bit so he can peek out of the centaur’s jaws. It also seems to make for a fun prank the centaur will pull on friends he’s introducing his new fishy boyfriend to.
