Someone asked awhile ago about Error..
Well i finally wrote something with him~ and Ink..
Based on an experience with two friends teasing me while on my lap.. though, this ends much differently.
Enjoy~
Multiple Prey, struggle swallowing, Pred Horror, Prey Error, Prey Ink
Wincing as another elbow pokes against the empty space under his ribs, Horo shifts on the bean bag, his crossed legs pushing up and jostling the two, not necessarily unwelcome, skeletons sitting in his lap, making them slide a little closer to his chest. They hardly notice, chatting away about… Something. Horo can hardly pay attention, their scents mingling under him, drool seeping down his chin.
He frowns a little when he's addressed, forcing himself to focus, his gradually reddening eye fixing on Error, who's asking him a question. Is he okay? He nods, mumbling out a “Yeah,”
Ink, the other figure sitting on his lap, giggles and playfully shoves Error, “he's hungry, doofus! I bet he wants to eat you~”
“E-eeat meE-e!” Error exclaims angrily, in his usual glitchy voice, “N-No way! H-he wan-wants to eAt y-ou- you!”
“Nah~ I'm covered in paint, he won't think that's tasty! Right, Horo~?” Ink muses back, nudging the large skeleton.
“YO-you th-Hink i-im any bette-better?” Error frowns, crossing his arms and scowling, “I pr-probAbly tas-TAste lik-like TV s-stAtic-ic!”
Their bickering continues, discussing how they think they would taste to the larger skeleton. Horo can't help but imagine each descriptor, finding himself drooling over even what most would find unappealing. He's so hungry… This conversation really isn't helping.
“-Well, Horo? Who would you eat first?” Ink's voice cuts through his thoughts. The question is startling, do they really want to know…? His eye darts between the two, unable to decide on the answer. Both seem a delectable main course to him…
Actually… No.. His eye, a deep red now, narrows as the answer comes to him, a hungry grin spreading across his face. As the two smaller skeletons watch him expectantly, waiting for the answer to their quarrel, Horo's hands slide up on either side of them, creeping up slowly to their shoulders.
“I tthink I knnow…” Horo mutters to them, keeping their intrigue. Abruptly, his arms clasp around them, pulling them into a tight hug, smushed against each other and himself. Either hardly have a moment to protest before wide jaws spread before them, hot needy breath rolling over them briefly before both are shoved into the maw. He was right~.. their flavors do compliment each other so well~ Though, both have a distinctly chemical and artificial taste to them, it's still immensely satisfying to Horo's palate… He can hear their protesting, as his tongue explores over their skulls, slathering them in his black saliva. Error struggles to reach for the strings he pulls from his eyes, while Ink flails around to grasp Broomie, yet Horo's hold around their arms keeps them well pinned enough to prevent much trouble.
Stars.. they shouldn't have been teasing him so if they didn't want to end up a meal~ Leaning down, he forces them further into his mouth, pushing their skulls together and into his tight throat, savoring the taste on their bones as they pass. GLK~ A swallow pulls them in further, and solidifies how serious Horo is about eating them~ he's never eaten two prey at once before and he's eager to have them filling out his stomach. It doesn't cross his mind that two might be too much…
Shutting his eyes, moaning softly through his mouthful, Horo swallows again, ignoring the pain of two prey beginning to stretch out his throat. Ggllk~ ssslrp.. Slurping, Horo pushes their ribs into his throat, pinning their arms in his mouth. Taking the opportunity, he tosses aside a few of their more difficult to swallow effects.. Broomie, the Vials… Too late to remove their scarves… Or Error's glasses… Oops… Horo's not particularly worried about it, his stomach can handle anything~
Hoisting them up, Horo stuffs their pelvis bones past his teeth, wincing and whining at the stretch. Breathing deeply, he swallows up their spines, bringing the large bones to his esophagus. Glkk..glpp..
They aren't wiggling as much as before, probably too crushing in there, forced against one another like that… Taking another deep breath, Horo swallows again… But nothing happens.
“Hhnn..” Horo stresses, trying not to panic that his meal has caught in his throat. He doesn't want to gag and risk losing his food… Instead, he braces himself and swallows again.. and again.. and again. Glpp.. gllk.. grrk.. Each swallow more strained, as his prey doesn't budge.
Shifting uncomfortably in the bean bag, two pairs of legs hanging out of his maw, Horo ponders on what to do, brow furrowed as his head is tilted back uncomfortably to accommodate the prey. His hands rub over his throat, feeling along the bulge, urging them down gently and feeling for any obstructions. Peering in the mirror, he can't quite make out their forms from this angle…
Growing frustrated, Horo straightens up, carefully maneuvering onto his hands and knees, facing the wall. This is probably a stupid idea… Bracing himself, he places Error's feet- as he is the taller- against the wall, then gradually presses forward, giving sloooww swallows. Grruullpp… Pain skyrockets from his middle, but he continues on, ulllppp… He feels something give, the blockage moving slightly as their waists finally slide into his hungry throat. Gglliiinnkk~ Another heavy swallow, accompanied by a push, and suddenly his prey eases into his stomach, their heads and chests spilling into the space below his ribs, Ink's feet barely outside his maw.
Horo's relief is palpable, limbs weak as a pressure in his stomach grows. Sitting back on his knees, he returns to his previous position, head tilted back. He makes quick work of his meal now, gulping down the last of their legs in a few quick swallows, slurping them up like noodles~ slrrrp.. gllp, ggllkk.. glllnnpp…
“Haah- aahh~” he huffs, catching his breath, dazed by the feeling of his food being worked down to his stomach, the organ expanding rapidly to accommodate the large meal. “Oohh..~ fff-ucck.. y-you gguys rreeally hhhit the ssppot~” Horo groans, holding his stomach as Ink and Error are squeezed inside, “I- ccouldnn’ ddecide.. yyouuu b-both ssmmelled so gooddd~”
Horo scoots himself back to his bean bag, curling into it, cuddling around his belly, listening to Ink and Error's protests from inside. It's quick that their fight to get out becomes bickering with each other, and it doesn't take long before it devolves into flying kicks and fists. He can't even tell what their squabble is about now, other than maybe whose fault it is they're in this mess. It's hard to hear them over the gurgles of digestion starting, and the haze of pleasure their squirming brings him~
Rolling from his side, Horo rotates onto his stomach, pressing the occupants into the surface under him, moaning as their writhing increases. Stars~ he hopes no one interrupts his dinner… He looks forward to finding out how long two Gods can last in there~...