The Good Chase (Soft Vore)
G/T soft vore. M/M. Human Prey, Giant Pred. Fearplay. Mouthplay. Belly rubs.
The air was ripe with their scent. An intoxicating mixture of sweat and blood that made him salivate at the mere thought of their eventual capture. He could practically taste them already and he swallowed the excessive saliva.
He had first caught a whiff of them on his normal patrol; a boring affair of wandering aimlessly through the park after dark. It was a know hot-spot for the little folk to appear and though he was under ‘official’ orders to report and turn over any that he should come across, it was an unwritten rule in the department that the chief hated dealing with the paperwork and no one would bat an eye if one of the pests just...never materialized. So it was that if you found yourself assigned night park duty, don’t bother bringing a packed lunch with you, because it was almost guaranteed a little someone or someones would be along shortly to fill the gap.
And right at that moment as he scrambled through the brush and shrubs, trying to keep pace with the little creature fleeing from him, he found himself just shy of ravenous. Whatever mechanisms that lead to the small beings to be surreptitiously dropped into their realm to begin with seemed to be on the fritz. All night he had only caught a sniff of one, the one he currently was chasing. And it had popped through hurt. Small trickles of blood made a clear path for the giant to track, even if he had a massive head cold that rendered his senses of smell useless. All he needed to do was follow the blood and it would lead him to his lunch.
He was actually rather impressed with the little fellow. He evaded fairly well, changed directions, and even managed to lose him once or twice, but a nice breeze brought the human’s scent back to him and the chase continued. Despite the growling complaints of his belly, the giant was thoroughly enjoying himself.
It had been forever since he had a good chase.
He broke through the brambles and into a wide clearing where he stopped. Down at his feet, the trickling trail of blood stopped. He stared down at the dark droplets and then looked all around him. Nothing immediately caught his eye, but he could still smell them. The sounds of night insects buzzing droned out the possibility of hearing the human’s breathing. The little thing must be gasping by now.
“Alright then,” he said aloud as he continued to look around the clearing. “Come on out little human. I will find you eventually.”
No answer.
“You’ve lost a good bit of blood,” he remarked with a smug smirk. “Gotta be awfully tired. Why not just surrender and it’ll all be over nice and quick.”
He spun once more, his eyes lingering on every dark little hole and patch that looked like t could hold a wounded human when suddenly he felt something drip onto his head. Looking up, another drop of something hit his cheek and he jumped. Brushing his thumb across the warm wet spot, he looked down to see a smear of red.
Blood.
He licked his thumb and hummed happily. “Oh yes,” he purred aloud, closing his eyes as he savored the taste. He tilted his head and opened his eyes and grinned. “There you are, morsel.”
About a dozen feet above his head he saw the whites of the human’s eyes as it stared down at him. And by the smell of it, the human was truly and properly terrified. Delicious.
The human had its legs and arms wrapped around a young tree branch, the once yellow sleeve of its shirt marred with the deep stains of its own blood. He inhaled deeply and licked him lips. “Oh, yes. I am going to savor you, human.”
“Just fuck of already!” came the indignant reply from his soon to be lunch and he chuckled.
“Not just yet,” he told them. “I’m still hungry.”
“Then go eat a dick!”
He paused, raising an eyebrow and then laughing loudly. “No thank you. You’ll do just fine.”
The human pushed up from the branch to stare down at him with wild angry eyes and he got his first real proper look at the little fellow. And a fellow he was. On the younger side and a little skinnier than he would have preferred, but that did not quell his determination to see that he ended his shift with the human in his belly.
“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” asked the human, his voice cracking. “Go eat a fucking sandwich if you’re hungry!”
“Why would I do that, when you’re right here?” he grinned, showing off his long canines.
“Because I don’t wanna be your goddamn dinner!”
“Lunch actually,” he said with a shrug. “I’m on the night shift.”
“Do I look like I give a fuck? You’re trying to make a meal out of me, does it really matter which one?!”
“Well, if it was dinner, I’d be temped to eat you with a sauce or maybe a demi glace.”
“Dude! Just...just fuck off and leave me alone!” The human had reached the stage where hysterics came into play. He couldn’t see clearly, but he believed the human may have started to cry. It certainly sounded like it.
“Not going to happen, pipsqueak,” he said and then made a great showing of licking his lips. “Only way this ends is with you in here.” He gave his middle an enthusiastic rub and he heard a terrified whimper from the human.
“I don’t even know where the fuck I am!” The human cried.
“Eldridge park,” he replied smugly. “Oh, you mean the part where you’re clearly no longer in your own world. Well, that I can explain. You got pulled though a temporal rift.”
“I don’t...know what that means.”
“The way it was explained to me,” he said with a dismissive shrug. “Was to think of it an imbalance on our side and the universe wants to be nice and even and equal, it pulls things from your side and into ours to correct the imbalance. Most of the time it’s you little folk that pop through.”
“And you just thought,’Oh hey! A small person! Let’s see if THEY TASTE ANY GOOD’?!”
“Not me personally,” he replied. “But yeah. Sort of.”
“You’re a fucking psycho!”
“No, I’m a cop. A hungry cop.”
“C’mon man,” the human groaned. “Is there any way I get out of this without getting eaten?”
He just grinned. “Not that I can see. Now, this had been fun and all, but like I said. I’m hungry.”
With that, he kicked the tree’s truck his the flat part of his boot and the whole thing shook violently. It wasn’t a large tree and it didn’t take much effort the send it shaking. He heard the startled cry and looked up just in time to see the human lose their balance on the branch and fall. But their legs and good arm caught the branch and they swung precariously from it. His grin widened.
“Oooh,” he said. “If you fall, maybe I can catch you with my mouth.”
“FUCK OFF!” the human wailed, crying out again when one of their legs slipped and then the other. For several seconds the human held on only by the strength of one hand, but then, as he had know it would, the little morsel’s arm gave out and he plummeted down towards the officer.
He decided late minute he wasn’t going to catch the human with his mouth. Instead he reached his hands out and his lunch fell right into his hand. He closed his fingers around them before they had enough sense to realize where he was, but it was only a moment later that the little body began to thrash and struggle.
“C’mon!” the human wailed, wiggling with in effective jerks. His small eyes were wide and wild with fear and he was pale. “Don’t...don’t do it.”
He ignored the pitiful pleas and bright the human up to his face and inhaled deeply. “If you could smell what I smell,” he told the morsel. “You would argree with me.”
He expected another swear laden tirade, but it seemed his lunch had been spent and could do nothing more than shake and stare at him, waiting for the deed to be done. And the officer had no reason to delay his well earned meal any longer so he gripped the young human by the end of his feet and dangled him above his open mouth.
“JESUS FUCKING–!” the human yelled, flailing his arms. “DON’T DO IT! PLEASE!”
His answer was to lower the human into his maw, tongue extended out and he laid the flailing morsel onto it and pulled the organ back inside with the human in tow. He closed his mouth, lips sealing around the human’s upper thighs and began to taste his treat. A deeply savory flavor and vaguely salty from the exertion of the chase and then there was the bloodied arm that lent a delicious metallic bite.
“Please, please, please don’t do this! I didn’t do anything wrong! I promise! I just want to go home! Please don’t kill me! I didn’t do anything wrong!” He hummed in pleasure, pushing his tongue up under the human’s shirt to lick along his back and sides. His skin was so smooth and pleasant. Much more soft that he had thought and the human even had a slight bit of a belly. Outside his mouth, the human’s legs kicked and flailed, but after a minute or so of being rolled around in the officer’s mouth, the struggles began to lessen and soon the human was just a shivering sobbing mess of a creature.
He was disappointed. He would have though the human had at least another minute before giving up. Perhaps the blood loss was getting to him. He tilted his head back and was able to swallow when...
“I’m sorry...” came the tired pathetic voice from the back of his throat. “Whatever I did...I’m sorry...”
The officer narrowed his eyes and opened his gullet as wide as he was able to and the moment he felt the human’s head slide inside, he swallowed. Hard. His throat bulged as the human was pulled down and another firm swallow pulled the small feet across the back of his tongue and down into his esophagus. Staying still, he was able to feel the human travel downward and waited for the moment his lunch finally plopped down into his belly. He felt the weight hit his middle and his gut pushed against his belt. He sighed and licked his lips idly. “Oh yes,” he said listlessly, his mind concentrating on ever squirm and wiggle the human made inside him. “You were quite the treat, little guy. Very flavorful.”
He stifled a belch and then turned to walk back to his patrol car. His lunch hour was over and so was his patrol. As he walked the dark paths, his hands rubbed gentle circles around his stomach which happily gurgled in reply as it set about taking care its new guest. He was almost to his car when he felt the human press their hand into the flesh of his belly.
“Please, sir...please let me go...”
He pressed back with his hand. “You’re lunch, little man. Lunch doesn’t talk.”
“..but I do talk...I’m a person...please...please let me go...” He felt the little hand press back and rolled his eyes as he pulled his keys from his pocket. Such dramatics...
“Sorry, kiddo,” he said said to his belly as he unlocked his door and slid inside. “You’re just gonna have to just sit tight and let whatever happens, happen.”
He pulled up the small handheld computer and began to type in his report, not bothering to recount the events of his lunch hour. He never did. Once he was finished, he sent it off and marked himself off duty on the console before starting up the car and driving off, one hand still rubbing his pleasantly full belly. He stopped at the fist stop light and leaned over to the glove compartment to fish out his mints. He popped one of the round white chalk pellets into his mouth.
“...it’s not fair...” he heard the faint cry. He narrowed his eyes in annoyance and chewed the mint thoroughly before swallowing. The cool sensation spread down his throat and into his belly. He had expected a reaction from the human, but there was none. He hummed thoughtfully. Perhaps he had gone a bit overboard…
When he arrived at his apartment, he saw the side table lamp was on through the blinds and he growled, unlocking the door and stepping through, and then closing and locking it behind him.
“Hey, Red,” said a small cheerful voice. He whirled around, eyes flaming with ire and the small creature sitting on the side table, an entertainment magazine splayed out in front of them. “Catch anyone?”
“What the fuck are you doing up this late? Why is the light on?” he demanded, marching over and turning the light off.
“Hey! I was reading!” He grabbed the human woman and went to the kitchen.
“It’s 4AM, Penny,” he growled, flicking on the light and setting the girl down next to the sink.
“I know what time it is,” she snapped. “I couldn’t sleep so I figured I’d wait up for you in case you caught something.”
He eyes her as he turned the water on and sticking his hand into the flow of it and waited for it to get warm before plugging the drain and filling the basin with a few inches of water. “Someone might have seen you.”
“I had the blinds drawn.”
“You could have read in the office.”
“The twins are sleeping in there,” she replied.
“Why?” he asked, pulling a metal box from a cabinet. “What’s wrong with their own beds?”
“Beats me,” Penny replied with a shrug. “I think they’re scared of the dark and are using your computer like a nightlight.”
“Of all the stupid nonsense...” he muttered, rolling his eyes.
“So?”
He looked at Penny, raising an eyebrow. “What?”
Penny stared at him and pointed to his obviously swollen gut. “You gonna leave us in suspense or are you actually planning on eating that one for keeps?”
He grinned at her, showing off his fangs and licking his lips. “Maybe. He was an awfully tasty one.”
Penny didn’t rise to the taunt and just made an impatient motion with her hands. “Yes, yes, big bad giant like the yummy humans, I’ve heard this bit. Just cough him up already.”
“Not kidding, Penny. I like this one,” Red told Penny as he slipped his uniform coat and shirt off, leaving him in his undershirt. “He gave a real good chase. Made a lot of smart moves. While he was bleeding too.”
Penny bristled. “Bleeding? How bad?”
Red tilted his head in a so-so manner. “Not sure. There was a lot of it. Was a bit disappointed at the end though. He started crying.”
Penny glared at him. “The day you’re violently pulled through space and time and chased by someone fifty times larger than you that’s trying to EAT YOU, then come talk to me. Otherwise, you have no room to complain.”
“You know, you should be a lot more grateful,” he said, putting his hands to his belly and feeling for how the human was positioned inside. “I could’ve eaten you all for real.”
“I’m full of gratitude,” Penny asserted. “But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna lick your boots.”
Penny watched as he pressed and rubbed around his belly, looking out into space.
“Problem?” she asked.
“Nah, not really,” he replied. “Kid’s just sitting’ funny. I’ll have him in a moment.”
After a few more calculated pushed and rubs, Red made a pleased hum and then bent over the sink. His whole body tensed up as he pushed the contents of his stomach back into his esophagus and slowly wormed the lump up into his gullet. Once he felt the human’s head on the back of his tongue, he reached inside and pulled the rest of them out with his fingers. The human was unconscious and covered with a thick pale blue mucus.
“Do the mints help?” Penny asked, watching as Red eased the human into the water and began to wash the mucus, saliva, and stomach juices off of him, making sure his head remained above the surface. The water began to turn red from the blood.
“Oh yeah,” said Red, pulling the human up out of the water and setting them down gently onto a towel. “Way easier to bring them back up.”
“Did Juelles say what they’re actually made of?”
“Nope,” he shrugged. “Just said to make sure I ate one after swallowing one of you.”
“Wish we had those when you caught me,” she said with a mild frown.
Red grinned and patted his belly. “All it would have meant was you could’ve stayed in here a bit longer.”
“No thank you,” she replied raising her hands. “Saw it once already. Was not impressed.”
Red just laughed, using a small pair of scissors from the first aide kit to cut the human’s sleeve on his wounded arm. Penny walked close to look.
“That doesn’t look too bad,” she said, looking at the six inch gash across the young man’s bicep. It wasn’t bleeding anymore. She looked up at Red. “You want me to bandage it?”
“Yeah,” he replied. “I’ll go see if we have something he can change into.”
“There’s that big green t-shirt that Tom doesn’t wear anymore and there’s still a few pairs of clean sweat pants.”
Penny set to work wrapping lengths of gaze around the boy’s arm and by the time she was done, Red returned with the aforementioned green t-shirt and a pair of grey sweat pants. Penny helped ease the soaked clothing off them and replace them with the dry ones.
“So, just how evil did you play it?” she asked, pulling one of his feet through the pant leg.
“Hm,” Red hummed as he considered. “Pretty evil.”
“Oh good, so we have screaming to look forward to,” Penny moaned. “Couldn’t you have just for once been nice and explained what was going on?”
“I did. Still scared him shitless,” Red replied with a devious smirk. “Couldn’t help it. I was really hungry.”
“Why didn’t you bring a sandwich then?”
“Didn’t feel like it. Besides, if I had to bring a human back up, it’s a lot easier if I don’t have to bring up a sandwich too.”
Penny made an odd head tilt and hand motion that in its entirety said something to the effect of ‘I suppose that is true’. Once the human was dressed, Red went to the refrigerator and pulled out a brown paper bag and a beer. After fishing around inside, he pulled out a sandwich and took a big bite and followed it with a long pull from his beer. Penny just glared at him.
“What?” he asked and took another bite. “I’m still hungry!”
