A continuation of this post because I don't have a life
- Remus's insides didn't used to glow, but the first time he ate Virgil the darkness of it all seriously freaked him out. Not wanting to give up his snack, but also not wanting Virgil to be panicking the whole time, he changed it so that his whole digestive tract was glowing. After that, he never really changed it back.
- Unsurprisingly, Remus started the whole thing, and was the first person to ever eat the others. Well, all of them but Logan anyway. The first person to eat Logan was Janus, because Logan requested to science his guts and figure out exactly how snakelike he is.
- The first person to eat Remus was Roman, and it was solely out of spite for Remus eating him and messing up a perfectly good hair day.
- Remus and Virgil both have claustrophobia. The less Virgil trusts the pred, the more uncomfortable he is. Remus, however, can be completely fine with it somedays and have a breakdown other days. The others have taken to asking beforehand.
- If someone is being particularly annoying, Janus eats them. No holds barred.
- Virgil is a very scrawny boy, and when any of the others are a tiny size they're comfortable with, they always make a decently noticable bump. He's very embarrassed about it, and absolutely hides in his hoodie to avoid getting any questions or looks.
This one's shorter but hey, it's been a while since I posted so yeet
Patton gets trapped in a snowstorm while finding a new place to live, but a certain human couldn’t stand to see him die.
Ship: Pred!Virgil x Prey!Patton
Word Count: 2.1k
tw: detailed vore, unwilling prey, mentions of death, mentions of chewing
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“No, no, no…” Patton muttered as the snowstorm howled.
Not in a million years did Patton think he’d get caught in a snowstorm. He thought of himself as a smart borrower and always made sure to get home as soon as he borrowed what he needed, but now he had no home to go to now… Once the owners of the last home he lived in found out about his presence, they started placing mice traps and locking all their food. He wasn’t safe and had to move, as much as he didn’t want to. Finding another home as a borrower was a nightmare and just living outside guaranteed he’d be mauled to death by some stray cat or racoon. But now it seemed like there was no hope in finding a new home as he was now stuck in a forest. The snow made it terribly hard to see anything. His hands turned an icy blue and his feet felt numb trying to walk through the thick snow. Finally, a gush of wind made him collapse near a tree.
Patton was too tired to get up from where he laid. The big snowflakes started to pour down on him, covering his tiny frail body more and more. Tears ran down his face and into the snowy floor as he laid there, helpless. His limbs became numb and it was hard to move out of the snow pile that got bigger every minute. Time seemed to slow as his mind went fuzzy. His heart started to slow, now becoming too tired to even cry, the tears from before freezing on his face. He knew he was going to die, so he watched as the snowflakes fall to the ground, trying to enjoy the little time he had left, until the ground suddenly rumbled.
Patton knew what was coming, and so desperately wanted to get away. He didn’t want to die by a human’s hand. At least nature seemed more forgiving to him than any human ever would be. A human would only torture him over and over again until they got bored of his existence or they’d lock him in a cage as some kind of pet. With all his might, he tried to push himself away from the terrifying human who was looking at him. His sniffles were drowned out by the roaring wind that froze his limbs. The ground rumbled all around him as the human finally got down on their knees, staring into his soul. Their eyes seemed locked right on him as he closed his eyes, bracing himself for the absolute worst.
“You’re gonna be okay, I promise…”
Patton opened his eyes, shocked at how softly they spoke. Their eyes beamed with concern as he watched in horror their hands go right to him. Quickly, he balled up, wanting this nightmare to end. His world went dark and became just a bit warmer. He opened his eyes again, confusion and shock pulsing through his body. The human hadn’t killed him. Instead, they simply cupped them in their hands. He was glad to finally start to warm up a bit again, but he knew better than to trust the human, even if it seemed they were trying to help. Now that his limbs were starting to warm up, he tried to pry open their fingers.
“Don’t hurt me, ple- please…” Patton said, his voice hoarse from not speaking for a while.
A rush of wind hit Patton’s face, and he looked down in horror, seeing the human was now standing up. He bolted back inside, wanting more warmth. He was surprised just how gentle they were being especially if they stood up without him noticing. Maybe his mind was still too fuzzy to really notice their movements. He snuggled into their palms, just wanting more warmth. It wasn’t like he could stop them from whatever horrible thing they were planning to do with him. A few moments of silence passed until they spoke.
“I know this looks bad but- but I promise you’ll- you’ll be fine…”
Suddenly, Patton felt the gigantic hands move and be lifted into an even darker and warmer place. He didn’t know where he was at first, but, finally, his heart sank.
“Please don’t eat me! Please!” Patton begged as he tried to hold onto one of their fingers, but it was no use as he was gently pushed into their warm mouth. His heart raced as he felt the tongue beneath him move him in even more, tears trailing down his face again. The mouth suddenly closed, his hand brushing onto one of their teeth. Quickly, he balled himself up, hoping the human would at least make this a quick death. He waited for their teeth to crack his head open or tear off a limb, but nothing happened. A warm breath flowed over his tiny body as he curled up on their tongue, still bawling his eyes out. He didn’t dare open his eyes, scared to see their sharp menacing teeth and the gullet he’d soon be going down.
Patton shuddered and cringed as the tongue started to lick every nook and cranny of his frail, tiny body. He yelped as he was pressed up against the roof of their mouth. He choked as he wept harder. His body couldn’t stop shaking as he waited for his death, knowing it would be slow and painful. Finally, the tongue dropped, no longer feeling the pressure of the slimy muscle. There was stillness after, as if the human just froze and became a statue. He dared open his eyes, the first thing in his vision was their teeth. Looking down, he saw the slimy pink tongue he laid on.
Suddenly, Patton started to slide down to their massive throat. He quickly tried to hold onto the tongue, but now he was much too tired from the cold he was once in and from crying an entire storm’s worth of tears. His legs were quickly swallowed down as he made one more weak attempt to hold onto the tongue. After a while, the human had stopped swallowing him, a small hope building inside him. Did they change their mind? Would they let him out? Soon, a thought came to him. Even if they did release him, he’d die from the bitter cold. He would die either way… Slowly, he let go of their tongue, absolutely exhausted. He laid his head down on the tongue, his eyes growing heavy. Finally, he felt them swallow him again, now fully entering their throat.
Patton’s world was fuzzy again as he felt the flesh push him down. It was almost soothing if it weren’t for the fact that he’d be buried in his grave soon. The throat massaged at his body, and the warmth was somewhat relaxing, much better than being frozen. He could hear the human’s heartbeat and their slow breathing. As much as he wanted out, he knew anything he’d try would just be pushed back down by their throat. He continued to listen to their breathing, trying to distract himself from his death below. Finally, he felt his legs enter into an open space, and soon his entire body fell into their stomach.
Patton simply laid down on the floor of the human’s stomach, until he suddenly remembered something. Quickly, he checked the tiny bag he had at his side and found the dagger he made. It was one of his best handy works he was somehow able to make. He found a thumb tack and hacked away at it with the smallest and strongest stone he could find. Picking it up, he looked over at the stomach walls, then back at his makeshift dagger. He stood up, pressing a hand into the stomach walls, cringing as he felt the sticky mucus collect on his hand. He walked, feeling his way around until he felt an unusual dip in the walls. The same strange type of dip continued to repeat until he realized… This human… This human ate other borrowers… The dips in the walls must’ve been scars left from another borrower who also had something sharp, something that’d hurt the human.
Then Patton finally realized what he was about to do. He would have to hurt someone if he wanted to live. Slowly, he looked back down at his dagger, exhausted, but he still wanted freedom. There was a very small chance, but it was still a chance at escaping this mess. He touched the walls again, feeling the scar. As steady as he could he took his dagger, ready to strike at the wall, but a voice in him screamed at him to stop. Nothing about this felt right, even if this were a human he’d hurt, a human that wanted him dead. An exhausted look spread across his face, trying to sort the thoughts that screamed in his head. He shuddered. He didn’t want to hurt anyone, not even this human. Slowly, he opened his bag again, and placed the dagger inside.
Patton laid back down on the floor, the warmth that surrounded him lulling him to sleep. At least he should sleep while he dies. He didn’t want to feel any pain and hoped death would at least come in his sleep. Slowly, his eyes closed, finally getting an eternal rest from his long-attempted journey to finding a new home. Or so he thought…
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After around an hour later, Patton woke up, his eyes slowly opening. He gasped, remembering where he was, but… he wasn’t dead? His eyes widened, absolutely confused at the fact that he was still somehow alive. Suddenly, he felt the walls press against him in a circular motion, realizing the human must be trying to rub him.
“Are you awake?” the human said, the voice echoing all around Patton.
“I- I’m awake!” he yelled, hoping the human heard him, “Let me- me out, please?”
Patton gasped as the stomach suddenly closed in on him. He closed his eyes as he felt himself being pushed up into the human’s throat, into their mouth, and finally outside onto their hands. He shivered, now cold due to being inside their stomach for so long. The room was dimly lit with just a fireplace to light the room. He looked out one of the windows, seeing it was already night.
“Take this,” the human whispered as he handed Patton a warm wet rag, “Sorry about getting you dirty.”
Patton quickly wiped off as much saliva as possible, happy to get himself at least somewhat clean, though, he was still cautious not to let his guard down in front of this human.
“My name’s Virgil, by the way. Yours?”
He blinked, stunned that the hu-… Virgil would ask such a question, especially to him. He was a borrower after all, a pet at best and a pest at worst.
“Pat- Patton…” he said, scared to death what they would do if he didn’t answer their questions.
“Are you feeling okay? Need anything?”
Patton blinked, again surprised at how kind they were being. A part of him wanted to trust Virgil while another said to run away. Quickly, he nodded no, curling in on himself. His heart raced and it felt as if a darkness was trying to choke him to death.
“You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to,” Virgil started, “but I can tell you’re bothered by something…”
Patton curled up even more. He desperately needed a new home and Virgil seemed nice enough to… save him. He blinked at the realization. Virgil had saved him. He must’ve been so scared and tired to comprehend what was happening that he didn’t think about that. Now that he thought about it, not a single drop of stomach acid was in their stomach. Maybe he could trust Virgil…
“I was looking for a new home when- when the owners of the old home found me and star- started putting mouse traps and locking all the food…” He hid his face in his knees, scared that Virgil would just crush him.
“Well, you can stay here if you want. I wouldn’t mind.”
“Really?”
Virgil simply nodded.
“Thank you…” Patton said, starting to cry.
Virgil smiled, gently trying to wipe his tears as they laid down on the couch they were sitting on. Slowly, they laid Patton on his chest. He quickly snuggled into it, listening to their heartbeat as they grabbed a blanket, covering both of them.
“Let’s sleep…” Virgil yawned.
Patton nodded as his eyes soon closed, happy to have found a home.
Virgil gets a treat. I'm on a foodplay kick rn, nobody can stop me! Also, really craving Chinese food.
Contains: Belly rubs, food play, soft safe oral vore, slight Intruxiety, (I don't know the Remus/Virgil ship name), very slight stuffing, very slight
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Being blindfolded and lead somewhere by Remus was always a terrible thing, except for Virgil in this one instance.
"Where are we going?" He sniffed the air and his stomach growled. "I was taking a nap."
"It's dinner time, Virge, and I was sent to get you!"
"You broke into my room!"
"Effective, I know!"
Virgil was sat in a chair. Remus giggled and stepped away. Virgil hesitantly took off the blindfold and saw what his nose confirmed. A good spread of Chinese food, a miniaturized version of the other sides, in their regular clothes, lounging in various dishes.
"What's this for?" Virgil's belly (figuratively) sat up and begged, pleaded to be filled with what he'd been craving for days. "Did I miss an occasion?"
"No occasion." Remus had a huge grin on his face as he went into the kitchen. "Go ahead, eat! We've already had dinner!"
Virgil blushed as he pulled the closest dish towards him. "Really, did I miss something?" Deceit was lounging in the container of hot and sour soup like it was a hot tub.
He shook his head. "Remus annoyed us into treating you... Well... Annoyed me into it. Those softies volunteered."
"Thanks guys. You didn't have to." He picked up a spoon and started to eat.
"We wanted to, Kiddo." Patton was beaming from his dish. "I knew you were getting cravings. This way you don't have to ask and get all embarrassed."
Virgil was a flustered mess as he removed his choker. He knew from experience he should remove it before trying anything with prey. "Is, uh, Remus part of the meal?"
"He's your dessert." Roman wiggled his eyebrows in a mocking imitation of Remus. "And I quote 'all that that implies.'"
Virgil paused, Deceit on his spoon, and he blushed very deeply. He had to take a second to breathe deeply and calm himself down before stuffing Deceit in his mouth.
The side had stripped off his cloak and his hat, as well as socks, shoes, and gloves, but he still wore the bright yellow shirt and black slacks.
Virgil softly licked at him, being able to taste his scales apart from his skin and his clothes. He did enjoy Deceit's almost spicy flavour as he squirmed around, trying to retain dignity against the intruding tounge.
He tilted his head back a little and swallowed thickly. Fingers jumped to his throat and massaged the lump down into his chest. He softly touched his stomach as Deceit spilled into it.
A satisfied sigh left his lips as he put the lid on the soup and looked around for his next dish.
Patton was giggling, hands over his mouth, his glasses safely tucked with his sweater over to the side.
Virgil pulled the fried rice container over to him and watched the heart of the group finally come down from a giggle fit.
"What's so funny, Pat?"
"Nothing, I was just thinking of how Deceit normally fusses so much if we lick at him, and then of how anxiety sometimes swallows your senses, but I've never heard of anxiety swallowing deception."
Virgil looked down at his stomach, still begging for food, and felt the heat return to his face. "That's decent wordplay, Patton."
Patton squirmed out of the way in the fried rice container as Virgil got a couple spoonfuls. Just, like, two bites before scooping up Patton. He didn't want to eat too much.
Virgil's swallowing of Patton was interrupted by a thud from the kitchen.
"Everything okay, Remus?"
"'M fine!" Was followed by several muttered swears as Virgil slid Patton into his mouth.
The little side squirmed around to be feet pointing towards Virgil's throat. His head softly poked out of Virgil's mouth, and Roman and Logan went red in the face as Patton waved, freeing one arm from Virgil's mouth.
Virgil glanced at his spoon and saw Patton's tuft of brown hair and his chubby face along with one arm hanging out of his mouth. He gulped and watched Patton vanish from his mouth and be squeezed down into his throat. Patton had briefly grabbed at his lip, but the grip was broken.
Virgil massaged his chest as Patton slipped down into his stomach with Deceit.
Roman and Logan were both staring, the former open mouthed, the latter stunned, shocked.
"What?" His voice was thick from the effort of swallowing Patton dry as Logan on a plate of egg rolls were pulled close.
"Nothing." The logical side cleared his throat. "Just a little unexpected reaction from Patton while he was... Being ingested."
"That giggle as he slipped into my gut?" Virgil had a hand resting on his stomach. "Or the at ease demeanour as his neck was between my teeth?"
"Both."
Virgil took the dipping sauces for the egg rolls and poured them over the two egg rolls and Logan.
Logan shifted, tucking his glasses in his shirt, and then allowed Virgil to sit him on one of the egg rolls.
The other vanished quickly, and Logan firmly clung to the egg roll as Virgil picked it up. Virgil licked his lips and then slid Logan off and into his mouth.
Virgil always thought Logan was a little bland by himself. He always needed a little something to give him extra flavour. The duck sauce and dab of spicy mustard made him taste absolutely delicious.
He took a long time licking Logan clean before swallowing. The hand absently on his stomach pressed in, only to feel the heaviness increase inside his gut.
Roman in his dish was all the food that was left in the dining room after the other egg roll filled his stomach. Remus had yet been be seen, but the kitchen had gone silent.
Virgil decided to ignore it for now.
Virgil picked a dumpling up by the corner and stuffed it in his mouth, only pausing to dip it in the sauce sitting beside the container.
Because he was a little eager (or nervous) to see was Remus was preparing, Roman was picked up next.
"No utensils?" Roman softly squirmed between his fingers.
"I may not be your brother, but I prefer the way dumplings taste when they're tossed into your maw directly from your fingers." He eased Roman's legs into the thick sauce. "They're cool enough to touch, though you might still burn me."
Roman's eyes widened as Virgil opened up. "Wait, was that a pick up line? Were you flirt-mph!"
Virgil stuffed Roman in his mouth and, after poking and prodding his struggling body, Virgil tilted his head back and swallowed with one thick 'gulp.'
He leaned back in his chair, moving his jacket to get a look at his stomach. His MCR shirt was a little tight across his stomach and he sighed lovingly, letting both hands start to knead the gentle outward bulge.
He had his eyes closed, ears primed for their voices deep in his belly.
"-Watch where your foot is!"
"Stop squirming!"
"Roman, we were comfortable in our previous position, if you'd let Patton -"
"Ow!"
"Sorry!"
Virgil chuckled softly and lifted his shirt. His hands moved from the top and sides to softly cradling the bulge in his middle.
"Now that is what I love to see!"
Virgil glanced up. The closed Chinese food containers were gone - hopefully in the fridge so he could snack later - and a big glass bowl sat beside his napkin.
Inside was a huge ice cream sundae and it made Virgil's mouth water like his stomach was empty. He'd seen the ice cream in the fridge, his favorites, and been told they were being saved for something. This must be it.
Remus was lounging among the ice cream, under a pile of whipped cream and chocolate sauce, with a cherry on his lap.
"That is one sexy belly of yours, Shadow." Remus' eyes were resting firmly on Virgil's pale, bloated belly. "Just maybe could be a little bigger?" He gestured to the ice cream around him. "Feel like tucking this in there?"
Virgil put his shirt back down and leaned in close, twirling a spoon between his fingers. "Remus, this is.... This looks delicious."
"I know all the tricks to getting you and Dee-Dee to stuffing your bellies." Remus took a bite of the cherry, lifting it up a bit. "I pulled out all the stops for dessert."
"You just like wallowing in an ice cream bloated gut." Virgil dug his spoon in.
"Damn right!" He wiggled forward, getting a front row view of Virgil swallowing. "Oh I'm gay."
Virgil blushed a little and glanced away.
"Oh, come on, Storm Cloud." He whined and looked up at Virgil with big pleading eyes. "I'll be quiet if you finish."
Virgil snorted and looked down, blushing. "If you're ever quiet, it's the sign of the end times."
"So I won't be quiet." Remus was clinging to the edge of the bowl, now covered in the sundae. "But please finish it. I worked hard on it."
Virgil sighed and then dug into the sundae.
Remus kept making comments as he ate, especially when Virgil swallowed a particularly large mouthful.
Virgil plucked the lone cherry up from Remus' hands, with a few bite marks on it, and swallowed it whole. Remus threw himself onto the spoon and whined that Virgil was teasing him.
Dumping Remus onto a scoop of ice cream, Virgil kept eating, avoiding the tiny dark side on purpose.
Soon it was just the melted stuff, a smudge of chocolate sauce, and Remus in the bottom of the bowl.
"How are you not freezing to death?"
Remus shrugged and let himself be nearly submerged in melted ice cream. "I'm special."
Virgil picked the bowl up in both bands and started to swallow the delicious, melted mess.
Remus wiggled in between his lips and Virgil paused to lick the chocolate off him, feeling him squirm erratically around, and then swallowed him whole.
Virgil absently patted his stomach as the last of the dish vanished into his gullet.
Glancing down, Virgil noticed his stomach was a fair bit bigger, and he was not envying any of the other sides right now. He never particularly liked being covered in someone else's dinner, but he enjoyed a nice belly and he enjoyed the cuddling, so he didn't really complain.
"How is everyone?" He stifled a burp and set his shirt above the big bulge.
Nobody seemed to have a grievance but Deceit, and Remus was squirming around over by himself.
Virgil stood, one hand cradling his belly, and set the bowl in the sink. His belly just seemed so heavy, even though he'd eaten more in a sitting before. Maybe it was the sweets.
With a loud yawn, he lugged his stomach up to his room and shut himself in, sitting in bed.
Remus seemed to calm down a little, and Virgil softly moaned at the feeling in his stomach from being so full. "That is the last time Remus makes me dessert unsupervised." He flopped on his back, grunting with the effort. "I think he's trying to fatten me up."
"Maybe I should." Remus rubbed his hand against the wall, idea forming.
- Deceit eats people to silence them instead of making them cover their mouths. In that same vein, if you eat Deceit you can only lie.
- If Virgil gets some serious flight vibes, he'll find the nearest person he trusts and ask to be eaten so he can get the heck out of there.
- Remus stress eats. Specifically, he stress eats the others.
- Patton does too, but he's a lot more polite about it. In other words, he actually asks and doesn't try to gnaw on the Side he's eating.
- If Remus gets an unusually upsetting intrusive thought about one of the others, he'll hunt them down and eat them so he knows they're safe.
- Virgil's not a huge fan of eating the others, he's terrified of something happening to them and it being his fault, but if someone's uncomfortable in a situation and they ask, he'll gladly do it for them.
- Remus really likes the way the others taste. ...A lot. He'll randomly come up and lick them, to the point where some of them aren't surprised anymore. Sometimes that's all it is, other times not so much.
- Logan, shockingly enough, actually very much enjoys fearplay. When he's the prey it doesn't really affect him, but when he's the pred expect lots of subtle threats and sudden grabbing. He's always careful to make sure the other knows this beforehand, however, and he's very aware of when he needs to dial it back.
- Deceit is cold-blooded, and while he would never admit it, nothing helps more when he's cold than being curled up in a nice warm tum. Eating others can also help with this, and he much prefers that. He likes the control. And he's protective af but shhh-
- Patton is the god of after care. He's always very very gentle getting them out, and has a way to get them clean on hand, and lots of blankets because it's always colder outside, and he's just very good.
- Remus is a squirmy jerk. He'll push all his limbs into the walls, wiggle the whole way down, and just generally cause a ruckus until he eventually tires himself out and settles down.
- Deceit personally loves this. He enjoys the squirming, and once Remus tuckers himself out, it means he actually gets a few moments of calm.
- Roman loves "saving" the other Sides from perfectly normal situations and tucking them away all safe and sound. Mostly he does this because he's lonely.
Yeah, that's all I've got for now
If this turns out to be something y'all like then I'll probably end up making more
Hey, do you think every pred! Side has a favorite prey? - shy anon
Hmmm... Well, I'm not sure if you mean a favorite side as prey, but that's the vibe I'm getting from this.
For which individual side he prefers in his belly, I'd say Roman probably likes to keep Patton in his belly. He's polite, gives amazing belly rubs, tastes normally like whatever sweet he was baking last, and settles down wonderfully. He'll talk to Roman and gush about how amazing his stomach is - and we all know how he loves praise. Besides, Patton is soft, and Roman loves protecting softies.
Logan, surprisingly, or not, likes Virgil as his prey best, but Deceit (depending on how much the trust is) is a close second. Virgil is quiet and will either listen to music or nap the whole time. He doesn't move or talk much, and that's what Logan loves in his prey.
Patton doesn't really have a favorite. There's something he enjoys about each side being snug in his belly.
Virgil either wants Logan or Patton in his stomach. He doesn't take in prey often, but it's mostly so he can calm down. Patton will comfort him and rub his belly, and Logan talks him through breathing exercises. In Virgil's secret opinion, he prefers Logan. Better taste, and much less squirmy. Don't tell Patton.
Deceit has Remus as his favorite. He enjoys strugglers, and Remus will go hog wild in a stomach. Besides, he likes knowing Remus is contained somewhere safe.
Remus will nom whoever he wants, whenever he wants, he is not picky at all. Roman is his official favorite because... Well... He loves tormenting his brother. He tastes good and the word play they can get into is perfection. Deceit is his secret favourite because it feels nice to know at least one person trusts him.
