lowkey adore the idea of a pred whos been secretly dating a little pixie preygirl for a while working up the courage to introduce her to her friend group.
bringing her most cherished and beloved girl, fragile and meek, along to meet the people she cares about. people who, like her, were designed to see her girlfriend as a quick meal and nothing more. she hesitantly unclasps her paws to reveal a thin, frail little preything no taller than the outstretched paw she was kneeling on. she desparately flitters toward her girlfriend. the pred, in turn, pulls her tiny body close to her chest. partly to comfort her and partly out of an instinctual protectiveness. she looks at her friends, daunted by the prospect of explaining that, despite the amount of time this prey spends in her tummy, she is not, in fact, there as food.
the preds face turns red as she softly and sheepishly chokes out what shes wanted to say for so long. the prey holding onto her is there because shes her girlfriend. she steals a glance at the frail little thing, quivering and clinging to her for security. the girl is holding back tears.
slowly, with gentle encouragement, the preything makes a reluctant attempt to meet the incredulous gaze of her lovers friends. the attention instilling her with a raw, primal fear. she feels her head start to gently be pet by two of her preds fingers, doing her best to reassure her that she would be kept safe. no matter what.
as the pred continues to comfort her girlfriend, her friends, who were at first certain this was some sort of odd joke, are nudged out of their disbelief, landing hesitantly into the conclusion that their friend was dead serious. they sit there, too stunned to speak. the silence finally breaks with the growl of one of their stomachs, followed by a bit of light hesitant teasing.
the prey, while somewhat reassured by her pred, as well as the lack of open requests to eat her, still spends the night clinging to her as though letting go for an instant would spell her demise. after all, for all she knew, it would.
the next group event comes. then the next. with each passing one, the prey clings a little less tightly. her fragile body quivers a little less. the pred takes solace in the hard-earned comfort her prey is gaining with the people who matter most to her.
as her friends get used to her girlfriends presence, the pred starts to teach her friends more about the preygirl that means so much to her. sharing with them what she likes and how she, as a pixie preything, operates (though occasionally a meek voice chimes in to correct her). there are still, after all, things she too has yet to learn.
these gaps in knowledge are rendered most evident when the group decides enough comfort has been built to share a meal together (the pred, and occasionally one of her friends, checking in with her girlfriends comfort level all the while). they still do, however, have to collectively scramble to come up with their best guess of what preythings even eat. eventually, after much deliberation, they hand her a small makeshift plate of salad and mushrooms. its still clearly too big for her, but the frail little thing does her best to eat whats offered to her, touched by the gesture.
she sits there, simply astonished that she gets to eat *with* preds. with the one she loves. with the ones that she knows mean so much to her. knowing that, if she had never met her girlfriend. if she had never made such lovely friends. she probably wouldve ended up on the other end of that meal.
the pixie starts getting really into pred culture. routinely asking her new friends barrage after barrage of questions. jotting everything down in an impossibly small notebook. unable to eat their food, yet still eager to learn about their way of life. to her, it feels like shes being allowed to peek behind a curtain that was never meant to be pulled back, seeing things no prey was ever really meant to see (save for, maybe, a few fleeting moments prior to being devoured).
weeks turn into months, and the preygirl becomes fully acclimated to the group. feeling comfortable enough that she greets each and every one of her pred friends by flittering up to them for a big hug. she lounges in their laps and on their tummies without needing to be coaxed or prompted. she even gives a playful nip from time to time cracking jokes about how shes "gotta make the score even somehow".
its clear to all of them that they truly have earned not only her trust, but her friendship as well. the amount of confidence the preything has placed in them to truly want to befriend them becomes a point of honor and pride to them all. their burgeoning love, respect and adoration for her, very apparent.
the preys girlfriend remains overwhelmed with a mix of relief and joy, so happy that the two most important parts of her; two parts that had no business intermingling, have meshed so completely. her fragile foodgirl lover pals around with friends ten times her size. she even goes to see them on her own from time to time (though she still needs to be escorted to and from). the pred is forever grateful that her friends have come to adore and cherish the one she holds so dear. the way she does.
shes overjoyed to see how gentle and how protective theyve become. ecstatic at the fact she gets to share the joy that is her girlfriend with people she cares so much about; with preds who she was once nervous would have laughed her out of the room, or worse, snapped her precious preything up before she had the chance to share the love of her life. her heart swells with joy knowing that theyve come to see in her girlfriend what she saw all that time ago. what she continues to see every time she gazes upon the prey that changed all of their lives for the better.
(also the preygirl like totally kicks all their asses at like pretty much every video game they play despite the controller being nearly as big as she is. they hype her up for it every time)
