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Just A Game
Contains soft, safe, non sexual vore
It had started out simply enough: dancing out of the way of danger, a taunt, a taunt thrown right back at him from the pred. Who then sought him out again. And again.
It was… oddly invigorating. It became a bit of a game: Jason thinking of better taunts and more elaborate maneuvers, and the pred doing the same.
They’d learned each other’s names: Samuel, the pred was. He was a few years Jason’s senior.
They talked sometimes, as they danced around each other: about their lives, their hopes, what they liked to do. Samuel started leaving snacks out for Jason; at first he’d thought it was a trap, but he soon realized they were genuine. (“Trying to fatten me up?” he laughed.)
Somewhere along the way, he’d forgotten why he was doing all this, what he was really avoiding. He wasn’t afraid of Samuel, not really; he regarded the pred as a friend more than anything else.
And so, he felt pretty good about following Samuel to a party to surprise him there. Samuel had said he was nervous about it, since it was hosted by the higher-ups in his company, and Jason hoped he could help lighten the mood by being there in secret just for Samuel to find out about.
Flash forward to Jason of the present, and he regretted ever coming to this place.
There were other prey here, but they weren’t guests, or stowaways like Jason. He shuddered. He’d forgotten what Samuel was, what all of his kind were: predators.
A giant hand grabbed at him from behind, and he yelped. He skillfully escaped the strange pred’s grip, but they were chasing him, and this time it didn’t feel like a game. He’d been so stupid to ever think it could be a game.
They were closing in on him, saying something about how good he would taste, and Jason ran with all his might. There was nowhere to hide in this place, he’d been so stupid. Stupid, stupid Jason. Now he was going to be caught and eaten for real, and it was his own stupid fault, and he wanted to cry, but all he could do was run.
He was almost caught, and he was getting tired. He couldn’t keep this up forever, there was nowhere to hide, and no one would help him, except maybe-
“Samuel!”
He wasn’t sure why he called out for him. Samuel was another pred, one that tried to catch Jason every time he saw him, but it was different with him. Familiar, at least.
“Samuel!”
Samuel’s head snapped up. His eyes went wide, and he moved quickly, toward Jason, reaching for him, and Jason didn’t hesitate to run right into his hands.
Safe, safe, he was safe now.
“Looks like this one’s yours,” chuckled the one who’d almost gotten Jason.
Jason tried to make himself even smaller in Samuel’s hands. Save me, save me, protect me.
“Looks like he is.”
Jason’s heart gave a lurch. He may have escaped, but now… Samuel had caught him. And he didn’t have a snarky remark, or an escape plan. He was going to be swallowed, and he could only hope Samuel was fond enough of him not to make it a one way trip.
Samuel was looking at him, and his eyes were warm, with something unreadable behind them. Jason was still shaking with adrenaline after the chase, but he tried to smile, a tremulous, hopeful little thing.
“You win.”
A tiny smirk. “I win.”
With that, Jason was being pushed inside Samuel’s mouth and swallowed. There was little he could do to resist. Down he went, headfirst, powerful muscles dragging him down, until he slipped into Samuel’s stomach and was forced to curl up there.
So that was that. Jason trembled. He’d never been completely sure what Samuel intended to do if or when he finally caught him, but it seemed he’d find out. He’d gotten comfortable with Samuel, and something had told him to call out to him for help, but he was still a pred, and Jason was in his stomach.
The stomach wall pushed in at him, and something rubbed gently: undoubtedly Samuel’s hand. It was overwhelming, everything that had happened, the racing of Jason’s mind over what might happen, his surroundings hot and slimy and alive because he was inside another person. The sounds of Samuel’s body all around him: his heartbeat, his breathing, the gurgle of a previous meal somewhere further along in his gut. He was talking to the other pred, something about how good Jason tasted, and Jason didn’t know if he wanted to recoil in horror from Samuel or be grateful he was now out of reach of that monster.
It was all too much. Jason curled in on himself further. Tears must have come to his eyes without his even realizing it, because now they spilled down his cheeks all in a torrent. He shivered despite the overwhelming heat, and then he couldn’t stop until it felt he would surely shiver himself to pieces.
“Excuse me a moment,” Samuel murmured above him.
He was walking, and the pouch Jason was in swayed with the movement. Who knew where he was being carried off to? Not that it mattered for him now, but it was a little humiliating, and it cemented the feeling that he was, in fact, prey that had been caught and consumed.
“It’s okay.” Samuel was touching him again, rubbing a hand over the outline of his little form. “You’re safe.”
“… Samuel?”
It was so good to be spoken to, like he mattered, like he wasn’t food.
“You’re safe.” Indeed, it was clear by now that Samuel must be holding off digestion. “Keep quiet for now. I’ll let you out when I get home.”
Jason sniffled back his tears as quietly as he could. He was safe. He was going to get out of here alive. He wasn’t really surprised, he hadn’t really expected Samuel to kill him, but it was so good to be reassured that it hadn’t been just wishful thinking or overconfidence in their relationship.
Samuel breathed a long sigh that Jason felt as well as heard, and then he was walking again, making stiffly polite conversation, and seeming to ignore Jason’s entire existence.
It was strange- and awful- Jason thought, to be so completely wrapped up in a person and yet be completely alone. Here he was, listening to Samuel’s heartbeat and feeling him breathe and being affected by every single little move he made- that wasn’t natural. He shuddered, thinking that he could instead be so intimately close to a strange pred as they painfully digested him. Well, this was more natural than that, at least. He knew Samuel pretty well at this point, and would more or less consider him a friend despite the nature of their interactions; this closeness was at least somewhat earned. In response to his shiver, Samuel’s muscles tightened momentarily around him.
That continued throughout the night. Samuel didn’t speak to him, but he occasionally squeezed him, or sometimes his hand would come back to press or rub at him for just a moment. It was weird, and scary in the way that it reminded him of exactly where he was, but the constant heartbeat and other sounds were already doing a great job of that, so something a little more personal was appreciated.
“Yes, he was,” said Samuel, and Jason got the feeling he was being talked about. The heartbeat was fast, and Samuel was tense around him. “No, I’m saving him for a while. More fun, I think.”
Jason could hardly move for how tightly he was being squeezed, like Samuel was not only tense but actively sucking in his gut. It was unsettling to be sure, pretty claustrophobic, but also a bit comforting that he was, maybe unconsciously, trying to hold Jason as far away from the other pred as possible.
Finally, Samuel was telling people goodnight, walking briskly, moving in a way that had Jason falling against the front of his stomach, and then a vibrating feeling suggested he was in a car. Going home then, where he would hopefully make good on his promise to set him free. His hand returned, stroking slowly over Jason, and then just stayed there, cupping his small body. He wriggled experimentally, and it tightened, just a little.
His mind was still reeling from his terrifying experience, but he felt… he felt safe. He trusted Samuel, he realized. The thought wasn’t as surprising as he would have expected such a thought to be. The heartbeat was less disconcerting and was now lulling him into something like a trance. The breathing was the same; Samuel was alive around him, protecting him. Even the other sounds- they were just sounds. He was safe.
