Oh um- The prey? The player, the vibe? Sebastian finding the player fishing and bein exhausted making him want to make them sleep for their own good or something so like a comforting safe vibe ya know? , Safe or Fatal? i want it to be safe please- (this is the person who asked about Sebastian Stardew Valley also thank you for answering most people dont acknowledge my comments :] )
Here you go, anon! It's not the longest thing ever but I think you'll like it.
Summary: Sebastian finds the farmer fishing far too late into the night for their own good, so he decides he has to make them rest.
Contains: Safe vore. Soft vore. Technically unwilling prey, but it’s all in good fun and with good intentions. Second person perspective since I do not feel like coming up with an entire farmer for a quick little vore fic.
Wordcount: ~900
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You knew it was too late to be out here fishing, yet you couldn’t stop yourself from casting your line into the mountain pond anyway. Just a few more, then you’ll totally hook… whatever you were out here to catch. It was probably something for the fish tank in the community center. You just needed to keep going, you’d catch it eventually.
But your eyes felt so heavy. So, so heavy.
A small yawn escaped you as you felt a tug on the line and began reeling it in.
Your tired mind was so focused on the fishing rod in your hands, you didn’t even hear anyone approaching you until you heard a deep chuckle that nearly startled you into dropping the wet clump of algae you’d just reeled in.
“You’re up late.” You wheeled around to find Sebastian standing behind you, the lone programmer you’d been getting pretty close to lately with a rare toothy grin as he looked you over. “Thought you’d be in bed by now since you have to get up so early.”
“I was just fishing.” You put your rod away and stifled a yawn with the back of your hand. You looked up at him, he’s twice your size easily, even as he’s hunched over like usual. “What are you doing up so late?”
“Couldn’t sleep, decided to take a smoke, found something much more appetizing instead.”
“Don’t tease me.”
“Who says I’m teasing?” His hands left his hoodie pocket and settled on your shoulders. The grin faltered a little as you swayed under the weight of his hands and your own exhaustion. “You look like you’re about to fall over. Can you even make it to your farm like this?”
“I sure can try.” You glanced around him at the mountain path that would eventually take you down the mountain and back to your farm. The thought of the walk alone made your knees feel like they were about to give out, and that was assuming that you didn’t end up passing out somewhere on the road under a tree. “I better start walking if I wanna make it there.”
Sebastian looked over his shoulder at the mountain path as well, and then shook his head. “It’s too dangerous for someone this sleepy to try and make it down the mountain. How about you stay the night with me?”
“Are you sure?” You blinked up at him, trying to make your brain force your legs or even arms to work. “I’m fi- fine.” A yawn broke through your protests, which seemed to be enough to make Sebastian take matters into his own hands, literally.
Before you even really knew what was happening, you found yourself hefted into his arms as he started to carry you towards his house. Sebastian was softly mumbling about your stubbornness and he paused as he saw the lights were still on in part of the house.
“Ugh, it’s probably Maru in the lab… she’d totally ask questions about me carrying you.” Sebastian glanced down at you in his arms, and you could almost see an idea forming behind his eyes. “Though… I think I can definitely smuggle you in.”
You wanted to protest, but honestly you were struggling to keep your eyes open in his arms. It was so nice, being gently rocked to his footsteps, letting your head rest on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
A little more lucidity came to you, however, when suddenly you were hefted up over his head, his hands clamped firmly around your waist, and you saw him put your feet in his mouth. You’d almost forgotten he could do this, eat someone whole, but it seems that you were about to experience it first hand.
Small protests left your throat as more and more of your body swiftly was pulled down Sebastian’s gullet. “Sebby!” You whined, pushing your hands against his face in an attempt to stop yourself from being swallowed, but it was useless.
Soon enough, all you could do was look up and see the night sky get winked out by a closing mouth. It was a tight squeeze through his throat and chest, but you eventually spilled out into the dark, tight, deliciously soft and warm confines of his stomach.
“Sebastian!” You whined, pushing your hands into the soft walls of his stomach. “You didn’t have to eat me.”
“Shhh, this way nobody’ll notice you’re being smuggled in.” Sebastian firmly patted his round, distended stomach. “Just keep quiet and you’ll be let out first thing in the morning to go check on your farm.”
You couldn’t even really protest as he started moving again, entering his house. It was like being carried again but even better. Gently kneaded by the warm walls of his stomach, pitch black so you didn’t even notice when your eyes were shut, and his gentle heartbeat and breathing coming from above like a soft lullaby.
You didn’t stand a chance to not fall asleep before Sebastian even made it to the bottom of the stairs.
He couldn’t stop the toothy grin as he sat down on his bed, letting his hands explore the surface of his stomach. This really was the best way to make sure that you got some rest. He knew you worked yourself until you passed out on so many days, that it just felt really good to know you were finally getting some sleep.
Before he knew it he was asleep in bed too, one hand protectively over his friend, both of you getting the best sleep you’ve had in years.
Hnnnnndhdhdhfj- Sdv headcanons my beloved (especially the sebas/tion ones man has me wrapped around his finger or his tongue whichever mood I'm in-)
Oh, I’m sure he’d be content with either of those outcomes ;)
Once he discovers your “weakness,” it’s all over. He knows exactly what to say to turn you into a blushing mess. When you, Abigail and Sam are out playing pool together, he might even let a little joke slip that he knows only you’ll understand, just to see your reaction. If you’re lucky, later on at home he might even dangle you over his mouth and give you a little show before slowly lowering you inside. You’re like a little wiggly piece of sashimi, and he loves it.
Summary: Sebastian lets Beth spend the night after she’s had a hard time in the mines. (I wrote it with platonic intentions but eh. Feel free to interpret)
Contains: Strong language and safe soft vore.
Wordcount: 1.7K
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It was really late when Beth finally stumbled out of the mines. She was tired and sweaty and hurt. The cold night air made her feel a bit better as she started towards home, keeping her awake with its biting sting against her hastily bandaged wound.
As she rounded the lake in the mountains, the smell of cigarette smoke made her nose crinkle. She checked her watch and cursed softly at the band of pale skin where her watch had been. The band of the watch had been damaged and she had ended up dropping it without noticing somewhere in the mines. Either way, it felt like it was way too late for Sebastian to be out smoking.
Walking around a bend, she spotted Sebastian standing near the edge of the lake in the dark night by the glow of his cigarette and the lighter he kept lighting and extinguishing.
Though, it seems he spotted her before she spotted him. The glow ring that Beth wore on her finger lit her up pretty well.
“Hey.” Sebastian took a long drag of his cigarette. “Did the mines kick your ass?”
“A little.” Beth gestured oddly to the bandages around her forearm. “I lost track of time down there and you know how it is… just one more floor, and then one more and well… then you run into a swarm of really aggressive bats.”
He snorted and flicked the cigarette out into the lake. “Well, it’s past midnight. Awfully late for you to hike all the way to your farm.”
Beth sighed softly. “Yeah, but I can’t sleep in the dirt.”
Sebastian glanced back at the house, only one window glowing with light, and then looked back to Beth. “You don’t have to walk all that way. You look pretty banged up. You want to crash at my place?”
She adjusted her bag on her shoulder. “I don’t want to intrude.”
“You aren’t gonna intrude. You’ll be in the basement with me. Nobody bothers to even come down there unless they need something from me. With any luck, nobody but me is even gonna know you’re there.”
Beth hesitated, looking up to see just how far the moon had already trailed across the sky and sighed softly. “If it’s not any trouble.”
“Nope. C’mon.” Sebastian gestured for her to follow him inside.
Beth still had to squeeze in through the door to the house, and for a moment she regretted saying that she would come along with Sebastian when he directed her towards the narrow basement staircase and hallway. She could fit without having to hunch or get down on her hands and knees but she had to take off all her gear and carry it down with her.
“Here, let me help.” Sebastian tried to lift the pickaxe she had set down for the moment, only to struggle to keep it held aloft. “Yoba, what is this thing made of?!”
“Iron.” Beth reached out to take it from him, but Sebastian just struggled it down the stairs for her. She sighed and followed him down into the basement.
Her bag and her equipment were piled in the bare corner of the room behind the Solarion Chronicles table he had set up. Beth turned to survey the room. Sebastian had a human sized, one-person bed in the corner of the room. There was that fairly plush looking couch against the wall near his computer desk but it was also made for humans. Neither option would fit Beth at all, and even be at risk of breaking under her weight.
It seemed that Sebastian was undergoing the same train of thought as he looked between Beth and the furniture of the room.
“Hmn.” He covered his mouth for a moment. “Well, as the lady, I’d offer you my bed and I’d sleep on the couch but, uh… well, I think between the two, the couch would be better. My Mom made it so it should probably not snap?”
“I’ll pay for a replacement if it does.” Beth hesitantly sat on the couch, and it held firm under her. It wouldn’t be very comfortable, but the thought of walking all the way back to her farm right now made her want to cry. So. She would be staying here on this too-small couch for now.
With how tired she was, the too-small couch wasn’t a bad way to spend the night.
Beth closed her eyes and let her head rest back on the wall. She could hear Sebastian shuffling around his room for a bit. Fabric rustling. Footsteps. The creak of his mattress. Then more footsteps.
She opened one eye and found Sebastian in his white undershirt and sweatpants, staring at Beth from the middle of the room. He noticed her open eye and immediately looked away.
“You need something?”
“Your, uh, glowy thing. It’s too bright.”
Beth glanced down at the glow ring on her finger and blinked. There was, in fact, a large glowing ring around her body and it lit up the basement even though the overhead light was definitely off. She took it off and put it in her pocket. The glowing light extinguished instantly, plunging them both into darkness.
There was a moment of stumbling around, and then a soft lamp light clicked on.
“Thanks.” Sebastian cleared his throat and approached the couch. After a little hesitation he sat down on the couch next to her. “Is this okay?”
“I literally cannot lay on my back on this couch.” Beth shrugged her shoulders. “I’ve fallen asleep sitting up before. It’s, uh, like, the polite thing to do when you’ve swallowed someone to fall asleep upright. Makes them more comfortable in there.”
He tilted his head slightly. “What’s it like?”
“What’s what like?”
Sebastian gestured to her stomach. “Being in there. What’s it like?”
Beth shrugged. “Warm and dark?”
He reached out, hesitated, and then leaned in a bit. “Can I see?”
She blinked. “You want… in my stomach?”
“If it’s not any trouble.” Sebastian rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m just curious. Abby and Sam have both raved about what it’s like in your stomach. Any time we all hang out they always want to talk to you and I just… they’re not exactly good at describing stuff, you know? If I could just see it firsthand… ah, nevermind it’s weird.” He stood up.
“Hey.” Beth grabbed his arm and pulled him back on the couch. “I can show you. It’s not weird. You are not the first, nor will be the last, who wants to be in my stomach.”
Sebastian gave her a nervous grin. “Really?”
“Yeah.” Beth stood up. “Gimme a minute to get ready.”
After she took some digestion inhibitors and chewed a couple of breath mints, Beth was ready to swallow Sebastian. He was excitedly tapping on his leg as she walked back over to the couch.
“So, how do you do it? Like. What way do I go down?”
Beth shrugged. “Whichever way you like. Head first or feet first, or like.. Hands.”
“Hands?”
Beth pointed at his hands. “Hands go over your head, and I kinda just… tip you down into my gullet. It’s head first but with a couple extra steps.”
“Sounds cool.” Sebastian held his hands out to Beth. “It’s gonna be safe if you fall asleep with me in there, right?”
“Mhm. I just took enough digestion inhibitors to last well into the morning.” Beth gently gripped Sebastian’s much smaller hands in her own. “Ready?”
“Yeah.”
Gently, Beth raised his hands up and placed them on her tongue. A sweet and salty, delicious, meaty taste spread across her tongue. It made her hungry. She began to ease more of Sebastian’s arms into her mouth, and swallowed a little when she felt his hands getting very close to her throat.
With a pause before her airways were blocked, she looked at Sebastian to make sure he was still fine. He had a goofy looking grin on his face and a dusting of a blush over his pale cheeks. When he caught her staring he sobered up his look, but the redness intensified. “I, uh, have a healthy respect for your fangs. Just wanted to make sure you weren’t gonna bite down.”
Beth snorted softly and then widened her jaw more to ease his head, ducked down between his biceps, into her mouth. She had to lean down and take a deep swallow, feeling his hands caught in her throat. Now that he couldn’t comfortably sit beside her, since his arms and head was in her mouth, she had to grip his waist in her large hands. He squirmed a little, and she heard a soft gasp from where he was in her mouth.
Without much effort, Beth lifted Sebastian off the couch and raised him up. Straightening him up to make the trip down much easier.
One good swallow, and she couldn’t breathe. His arms were stretching her throat enough it was cutting off her airways. She couldn’t be slow about this, or she was risking both of their safety.
Another good swallow and he was up to his hips in her mouth. His legs kicked a little bit, and Beth gently grabbed at his calves to stop him from twisting around too much. She tilted her head fully back, letting his weight assist in dragging him into her gullet. She closed her eyes and began to rapidly swallow.
In just a few seconds, his feet vanished behind her lips and Beth could finally breathe. His weight pooled heavily in her lap and Beth had to quickly remove her belt and unbutton her pants to make room for her stomach.
For just a moment she took deep breaths and rested a hand on her stomach, feeling Sebastian squirm around to get upright and comfortable.
“You good?” Her voice felt oddly thick in her throat.
“Yeah!” He pushed his hands into her stomach walls and Beth pushed back.
“Easy. My gut’s pretty sensitive.”
He stopped pushing immediately. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine.” Beth stretched and leaned back heavily on the couch. “Mn, night, Sebastian.”
“What? You’re going to sleep already?” Beth responded with a yawn. “You underestimate how freaking exhausted I am.”
Summary: After Beth remembered to take care of her mail, Abigail decided to come see the farmer in private to talk. And to see if she could get herself into Beth’s stomach.
Beth woke up in a cold sweat. She never read the letter from Dad. It came in the mail with her letter from the adventurer’s guild and she just never opened it.
It took many long minutes of her tearing apart her house to find where the letter had fallen. (It was under the table, and Pants had been laying on it. Apparently he had been sleeping on it for a while if the amount of cat hair on it told her anything.) Pants mewed at her and she put the fussy kitty on her bed to sleep while she dug into the envelope.
When she pulled out the piece of paper that he had stuffed inside, a handful of cash fell out of the envelope.
“Ah, crap.” Beth scrambled to grab the money and set it on the table. There was about 500g here. Nothing to sneeze at, certainly.
Quickly, she unfolded the letter to read.
‘Dear Beth,
Howdy, sweetheart!
I hope this finds you okay in your new house. You never even told me you moved. I found out you moved when I called your apartment and some stranger answered. Your landlord told me you moved out, and I figured that you moved into your grandpa’s old place. If you didn’t get there… guess I’ll know if this ends up as return mail.’
Beth winced. She should have called him. Shit.
‘Well, anyway, give your old man a call when you get this. It’s been lonely here without you. I wish I was living somewhere that could fit two giants.
I can’t be prouder of what you decided to do. I hope country life treats you better than that Joja Warehouse.
Love, Dad.
P.S. Found an envelope with some money Grandpa left for you for when you moved in. Left it for me to give to you when you were ready.’
Beth glanced at the time, and then at her landline. It wouldn’t be too early in the morning to call him. He always got up really early. After a second of checking her address book to make sure she had the right number, she called her father for the first time in a while.
The phone rang for a good while, and just as she was going to put the phone back down, her Dad picked up.
“Hello?” His gruff voice sounded on the other end of the line.
“Hey, Dad.” Beth started, glancing down at the letter in her hands. “I got your letter.”
“Oh, hello sweetheart!” He sounded a lot more chipper on the other end. “How are you doing?”
“I’m doing okay.” Beth rubbed the back of her neck and set the letter down. “How are you doing?”
“Good. I’m doing good.” He trailed off for a second. “I finally got the kitchen fixed! No more back aches for your old man when making eggs, I’ll tell you that.”
“Hey, that’s great.” Beth glanced over at her own kitchen. A fridge and a stove and a cupboard. She should talk to Robin about getting something… more. The house her dad lived in had been built for humans, and all that money he had saved by buying a house made for humans ended up being a massive hassle getting fixtures moved to a more accessible height, not to mention after knocking a few walls down for more space there was only one bedroom.
“When did you leave your apartment, by the way?”
“Oh… uh…. A couple weeks ago. Almost a month. It was… it was really short notice. Moving out here was a really…. Well, it was an impulse decision. But I’m really glad that I made it.”
“Hmn… yeah, well, at least you aren’t working in that Yoba forsaken warehouse anymore.” He chuckled. “How is the old place? I’ve not been there since…. Well, since your grandfather passed. It’s not falling down around you, is it?”
“Nope. No, it’s all good. Robin, the local carpenter, she fixed it up for me before I got here.”
Her father made a noise of acknowledgement. “Well, I shouldn’t keep you if you need to get going on some chores. I know you’ve probably got a massive field out there.”
“Oh, yeah, it’s,” She glanced out the window to her scraggly sprouts guarded by the lone scarecrow, the only strong plant those strawberries, “it’s going. They’re doing great. I should probably get to tending them.”
“Mn, before they day gets too hot.”
“Yep.” Beth cleared her throat. “I love you, Dad.”
“Love you too, sweetheart.”
“Bye.”
“Goodbye.”
She hung up the phone and let out a deep breath. Well, phone call made and nothing terrible happened. Good for her. Pants yowled at Beth and she sighed. Gotta take care of the cat. Gotta take care of the farm.
The farm had been tended to and Beth was cooling down in the shade of a tree when very suddenly the farm had a visitor.
“Yo, Beth!” Abigail shouted as she was coming up the path. “Helloooo? Are you here?!”
“I’m here, Abigail.” Beth shouted back. “Just taking a little break.”
“I’m taking a break too.” Abigail traipsed up to where Beth was relaxing and flopped down in the dirt next to her. “Can I join you?”
“Uh… sure.” Beth shifted over to give Abigail a little more room in the shade under the tree.
“So….” Abigail drew out the ‘o’ and knocked the toes of her boots together a few times. “Would you be mad if I told you that there’s been gossip in town about you?”
“That’s what I thought when I heard your name come up when my mom was talking to Jodi, so of course I went to go listen in and they got really quiet, so I had to sneak listen to them, but I know what the gossip is. Wanna hear it?”
Beth’s mind was racing. What could they be talking about? She hadn’t done anything wrong! Small town gossip was usually about something that could ruin someone’s life, and she was a predator. What if that’s what this was? More people were finding out!
She nodded.
“Okay, so you know how my mom has an aerobics class on Tuesday?”
Beth shook her head.
“Really? Well, my mom has an aerobics class on Tuesday in that big room in front of the little chapel room in our house. And it’s basically aerobics and gossip because Marnie is in it, and Robin, and my mom, and Emily, and Jodi. But apparently this time they were actually trying to be secretive because they were being all hush hush about it.”
“So what were they saying about me?”
“Well, Jodi found out you’re a predator.”
Beth’s eyes widened. Jodi, Sam and Vincent’s mother. She knew about it. And she had a small son, and if she was freaking out about it, then she would cause some kind of stir about wanting to keep Beth away from kids because obviously predators were unruly beasts and then others would start being scared of her and then-
Abigail snapped her fingers in front of Beth’s face. “Hey! Stop freaking out!”
“Sorry.” Beth swallowed. “She must have been frightened.”
“What? No!” Abigail stood up, now more eye level with the seated Beth. “Jodi was super chill about it! Apparently Sam opened up his big fat mouth about you being a pred around his mom and Vince, and Vincent had some questions about how it worked, and they went to the library and Gunther actually had some books about the whole thing. All he had was medical journals, but apparently he’s getting two new books on loan from some bigger libraries in the system for basic level stuff about predators. One of them is a pop up book I think. But Jodi was wondering if my mom knew because if she knew then my dad knew and just wanted to make sure that my dad had some extra stock for you!”
Beth blinked.
“My mom already knew, but I think that’s because my dad guessed that you were a pred. He’s so stupid like that, he doesn’t know the difference between giants and preds, but apparently Lewis told my dad your grandpa was a pred, and that’s what my dad based his guess off of. But anyway, long and short, a couple more people know about you being a pred, but they are totally chill about it.”
Beth opened her mouth, closed it, and then opened her mouth again once her head was no longer buzzing. “So there wasn’t any actual gossip?”
“Well, it’s kinda gossip the way they were talking about it.” Abigail shrugged. “I thought you should know. Maybe soon you won’t need to be tiptoeing around it yourself.”
“Oh.” Beth took a massive sigh of relief, leaning heavily back against the tree. “Abigail, you scared the shit out of me coming here and saying there was gossip about me.”
“Right… sorry Beth. I didn't mean to scare you.” Abigail rubbed the back of her neck.
“Was that all that you wanted to talk to me about?” Beth rubbed her face with the sleeve of her shirt.
“Actually, no.” Abigail shuffled closer. “I wanted to ask you if you could eat me.”
Beth jolted away from Abigail. “Uh. I don’t- this- that sounds like a terrible idea.”
Abigail made a little brushing motion, like she was wiping the thought away. “C’mon, Sebastian told me about how you ate Harvey at the doctor’s office. I wanna know what it’s like first hand. It sounds so exciting!”
“I don’t think it’d be… that… exciting.” Beth cleared her throat. “Shouldn’t you be scared?”
“Nope.” Abigail got uncomfortably close to Beth, looking at her teeth. “I’m not scared of anything. You’ve been down in the mines, you’re part of the Adventurer's Guild. You shouldn’t be afraid of little ole me.”
“I’m not afraid.” Beth tried to pull back, but Abigail actually put her hands on Beth’s cheeks and kept her mouth from fully closing by squeezing her cheeks a little bit. “Can you let go?”
“I can…. But at least taste me. Please?” Abigail bounced on her toes. “Just a taste and then I’ll go!”
“Alright, fine.” Beth groaned.
Abigail immediately backed off and then offered her hands to Beth. “I’m ready.”
“Give me just a minute.” Beth hauled herself up to her feet. “Come inside. Wash your hands before you go sticking them in my mouth.”
“Right. Right. Sounds like a good idea.” Abigail eagerly followed Beth into her farmhouse, and she gasped out loud when seeing Pants asleep on a chair. “The farm kitty! Hi there little guy!” She rushed over and immediately started to pet Pants along his body.
Pants mrrped and stretched. He raised his little head and squeak-meowed at Beth.
“Sorry, Pants. Abigail here is…. Well, she’s excited.”
“His name is Pants?” She cooed and rubbed his cheeks. “Ooohh, little guy your Momma is gonna eat me.”
“I’m not. Just a taste.” Beth clarified.
“Right. Taste.” Abigail patted Pants for several more long moments before finally looking around. “Where’s your sink if I’m gonna wash up?”
“Through that door. There’s a step stool to help you reach.”
“Thanks.” Abigail disappeared into the bathroom. After a second, Beth could hear the tap running.
Beth, meanwhile, grabbed a bottle of water. Her mouth started salivating something terrible when Abigail had grabbed her face. She took a few long sips, but her mouth just kept watering. Her stomach whined just loud enough for her to hear it. Suddenly Beth felt really, really hungry.
Cravings.
“Fuck.” Beth grabbed her medication and downed a digestion inhibitor. “Yoba damn it all. Guess she’ll be getting her way.”
As if on cue, Abigail came bounding out of the bathroom, holding up her damp hands. “Washed up for you.”
“Thanks.” Beth cleared her throat. Abigail was much too close for her comfort. Her stomach growled again. “Uhm… would you still be comfortable with being swallowed?”
“Yes!” Abigail pumped a fist in the air. “Of course! I knew you’d change your mind!”
Beth had to swallow her saliva as well as a complaint about not being able to help her cravings hitting her so hard all at once.
“How do we do this? How can I help?” Abigail bounced around a bit, but Beth put her hands on her shoulders to make Abigail settle down a little. “Right, right. You’re the expert.”
“Just take a few deep breaths. Is there a particular way you want to go down?”
“Oh, I read about that online. Feet first!”
Beth sighed. “Okay…. Can you take your shoes off? They’re muddy.”
Abigail nodded and eagerly pulled her boots off and tossed them towards the door. She wiggled her socked feet a little. “Ready!”
Beth crouched a little to properly lift Abigail up without hurting either of them. She gripped Abigail under her arms and then lifted her up. Abigail grabbed at Beth’s hands a little but didn’t struggle. Her face was still stuck in a massive grin as Beth hefted her up over her head.
Cravings urged Beth to not waste any more time. Willing, eager prey was already in her grasp!
She caught Abigail’s feet in her mouth and began to lower the young woman inside. Gravity and the lack of squirming made it much easier for Beth to get Abigail into her throat than it had been for Harvey. Abigail had a much thinner frame, and took less effort. Small, quick swallows pulled the young woman down into her gullet.
Within just a few moments, the young woman was gone, sealed off to the outside world.
Beth managed to catch her breath and her hands immediately went to her swollen stomach. “Are you okay?” She managed to choke out.
“This is awesome!” Abigail’s voice came immediately afterwards. “Your gut is so… so fucking cool!”
A wave of relief washed over Beth and she supported her underbelly as Abigail got comfortable within. Her cravings were much less now, but the weight was pulling at her lower back.
“I’m going to go sit down, okay?” Beth warned as she made her way over to her bed and sat down on it. “Still good?”
“Still amazing!” Abigail’s voice was accompanied with a painful stretch at the top of her belly that made Beth wince. “It’s so comfy. How long can I stay in here again? I want to take a nice long nap in your guts.”
“A couple hours.” Beth pressed her hands down on top of her stomach, trying to rub that pain away. “Be gentle, please. My stomach is still pretty sensitive.”
“I’ll be gentle.” Abigail squirmed a little more before heaving a large sigh. “Harvey is one lucky son of a gun.”
Beth leaned back against her wall, letting her hands rest idly on her stomach.
It was peaceful. The open windows let in a nice breeze. The sun was shining. Beth’s mind was empty save for the occasional thought of how comfy it was to have prey inside of your stomach again.
Then Pants leapt onto Beth’s exposed stomach, claws out.
When Beth eventually meets Sandy, Mr Qi, and Leo. What do you think she’d she think of them and vice versa?
Part of me put off answering this bc I was worried I would spoil my story. However. I KNOW that the parts of the story with Leo and Sandy and Mr. Qi are WAY off. So. I am going to just straight up tell you because honestly the story might change between now and when she gets into the desert and Ginger Island.
Ended up putting this under a read more because it got long!
For Sandy:
Beth is going to think she's interesting. She is going to have some questions, certainly, but she is going to enjoy talking to her and make an effort to talk to her every time she goes out into the desert. Make sure she's doing okay.
And then Beth is going to realize her relationship with Emily! And Beth is going to want to get to know Sandy better because Beth and Emily are friends.
Sandy is going to be slightly intimidated by the giant that walks into her shop one day, carrying weapons and mining equipment. But she is going to get to know Beth, and she is going to love talking to Beth. Always looks forward for her coming into the oasis shop because she usually brings a present.
And just an fyi. In this story Emily and Sandy are going to be romantically involved. RIP Clint.
For Mr. Qi:
She is very wary and concerned about Mr. Qi. Like. Who the fuck is this guy? Why does he know her? How the HELL did he know her grandpa? What is the man's deal?
Her opinions on the man do not change the more she runs into him and the more she learns. As a matter of fact, she might even get more aggressive and dislike him even more.
Mr. Qi's opinions on Beth are nebulous, like the way he is with the player in the game. His intentions with her are unknown, as the author has not thought about the Mr. Qi arc just yet as it won't start until after the community center.
For Leo:
Leo is fucking terrified of Beth the first time he runs across her. Some giant woman is on his island. And the parrots tell him she is a predator! She is going to capture him and gobble him up! He knows it!
Beth is completely shook when she runs into Leo because that is a child on an island that Willy promised her was abandoned. She wants to make sure he's okay. And she does, in fact, terrify him because she does corner him and pick him up and he is convinced she is going to devour him.
After a lot of interactions between each other, she managed to convince him to come to Pelican Town. He doesn't wish to be adopted by anyone, but she will always keep some space open for him in case it gets too cold or weather gets too bad his tree home might not be enough to keep him safe.
